#She also woke me up at 7:20 am by yelling in my face.

[deceptigoons-attack]

Gunny demands her breakfast NOW!

[gloomzombie]

I'll Bury You For This

Pairing: Jeff The Killer X Male Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4,861

Chapter One: Smells Like Teen Spirit

August 16. 7:20 am.

The sound of my alarm blaring woke me up. I groaned and flipped over on my bed, turning the damned thing off. I hate it but it's not like anyone else is gonna wake me up.

I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Ah, today would be the first day of school. The first day of my senior year to be exact. God, when did I get so old? I'll be turning 18 in two months!

"Ughh," I exclaimed in a tired voice. I stood up and went to my closet, taking out some clothes. I took those to the bathroom, my mind fogged with sleep. I'm not exactly sure how I feel starting the new year.

I mean I'm gonna go through this year, then it'll be my last summer before I start college. It feels abnormal to even think about it.

I took my shower and put on my clothes afterward. I wore some skinny jeans, a random band shirt, and some accessories like necklaces and chains. I also decided to style my hair a little so I didn't look terrible. I also put on some pencil eyeliner. Liquid eyeliner is way too feminine for me.

After all that was done, I grabbed my backpack and made my way through the hallway to the kitchen. I took out a chocolate chip muffin I bought yesterday and stuffed it in my bag.

I always eat my small breakfast in school. I can't stand being here for longer than I have to. I check the time on my phone. It read 7:58 am.

Perfect. I can go now and won't be too early. I put my phone in my pocket and grabbed my keys off the kitchen counter. I stopped at the door to put my shoes on.

"You were just gonna leave without speaking to me?" My heart dropped in my chest at the sound of his voice. Shit. I finished tying my shoes and stood up straight, looking over at where it came from.

Down the hallway stood my dad, who I've recently started calling John, in a sweat-stained tank top and plaid pajama bottoms. Classic deadbeat dad fit. "Sorry. I didn't want to wake you but I also wanted to get to school a little early." I fiddled with the hem of my shirt anxiously.

My dad rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'll just call your mother to come get your stuff while you're gone. Maybe you'll be happier there since you hate me so much."

I sighed, trying not to feel anything as I repeated my recurring responses. "I don't hate you." "Why do you hate me so much? Let's talk about this because I wanna know." He stared me down, waiting by his bedroom doorway.

"I don't hate you." "Uhuh. I believe that."

I turned the doorknob, knowing if I don't leave now I'll be here for a long time. "I'm not done talking to you! Don't walk away from me when I'm speaking to you, little boy!" He yelled at me as I walked out the door.

I quickly locked the door and about ran to my bike. I picked it up and took off as fast as I could, ignoring the sound of the door slamming open.

8:18 am.

I got to school later than I wanted to, but I didn't really think much of it. I immediately went to first period, not in the mood to deal with everyone in the hallways.

I went inside and took my seat in the back. I was one of the only people in the classroom. Even the teacher wasn't in yet. I sighed, slouching in my chair.

I let my eyes wander over the classroom and rolled my eyes. I need to listen to music if I wanna get through the day. I took my phone and earbuds out of my pocket, putting the earbuds in my ears.

I played my most recently made playlist. I decided I'd save my muffin for later. I don't really have much of an appetite after this morning.

As the students packed into the room over the next few minutes, I continued listening to music until my best friend's familiar face showed up.

I smiled, turning off my music and taking out my earbuds. "Xander!" I called. He turned his head toward my direction, previously eyeing the girl he was talking to. "Hey!" He turned back and muttered something to her, to which she giggled in response.

He made his way over to me. "Shit. Honestly, I wasn't sure you'd show," He smirked, taking the seat beside me. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "Could say the same thing to you."

"Touche touche. Soo did you ever get that guy's number?" He asked, lowering his voice a bit as he spoke.

I gave him a confused expression, racking my mind for what guy he could be talking about. He spoke up again while I was still thinking about who it could be.

"The guy with long hair that worked at Spencers?" Xander rolled his eyes. My expression relaxed. "Oh, him? Nah, last time I went he was with another dude and they kissed so I mean." I answered, putting my earbuds back in my backpack.

"Wellll...you could still have asked for his number," Xander wiggled his eyebrows and I punched him in the arm. "No! I'm not doing that when he was obviously with someone." I roll my eyes, exasperated by him already.

"I would have if it were a chick." "Yeah, 'cause you're a manwhore." Now it was his turn to punch me. We laughed and talked more until the teacher finally showed up.

"Sorry students, I was caught up in the teacher's lounge," Ms. Johnson cleared her throat and put her things down on her desk messily.

"Yeah, caught up with Mr. Evans," Xander said just above a whisper. The girls in the back of the room giggled. Ah, so the fangirls are already starting.

Ms. Johnson's face scrunched up a tad as she obviously heard his comment, but she ignored it. "Now, today we won't have a lesson since it's the first day, but I do have some word searches that you will be graded on." She then told someone in the front to pass the papers back.

As the papers were being passed around, people started conversations with their friends. Xander was too busy talking to the girls around us. I try to tune it out since he can be pretty gross.

I felt a small tap on my shoulder and I turned in my seat. "Hi, sorry for bothering you. I just wanted to say I really like your shirt and like- your style in general." It was a girl I had never seen before. She had an alternative style, her teased hair and many facial piercings making it obvious.

She wore all black and on the front of her shirt was a metal band logo I recognized- Aversions Crown. I had to look down at my shirt, forgetting which one I slipped on. Carnifex. "Oh, thanks. I like yours too." I gave her a nice smile. I rarely ever found people that liked metal here, the heaviest music people usually like is older rock music and the occasional Metallica song.

"Thanks! They're one of my favorites," she averted her gaze. I could tell she was flustered even under her pale makeup. "Oh! I'm sorry I forgot to tell you my name." She realized. "I'm Lily," her black lips turned up at the corners into a soft smile.

"It's fine. I'm Y/N," I smiled back at her. It'd be cool to have another actual friend. "Lilyy! Are you done talking to that cute boy yet? I still need to talk to you about what happened with you know who," a girl from a few desks away whined.

Lily covered her mouth with her hand. "Sorry about that. Talk later?" She asked. I nodded. "Yeah sure." She walked back over to the other girl and they started talking and giggling amongst themselves.

I sighed and looked back over at Xander. He was still talking to the girls that surrounded him. I never understood why he was so popular. He's an emo dude and aren't emo dudes supposed to get bullied?

He is pretty. Really pretty. But how in the hell did they think that too?

"Oh! Class, can I get your attention please?" Ms. Johnson spoke up. I looked over at her, but only a few other people did as well. "I said, can I have your attention?" She raised her voice a little and that got a majority of the class's attention.

"As you know, we don't usually get too many new students. But, this young man is an exception!" She smiled as she looked up at the "young man" beside her.

Oh? Beside her stood probably one of the prettiest guys I've seen at this school, and that's saying a lot since he had a mask on, concealing the bottom half of his face.

That got everyone's attention. "Go on, introduce yourself." His eyes slanted ever so slightly, obviously annoyed. Was it obvious or am I just paying a lot of attention to him?

"I'm Jeff. That's all you need to know about me." His gravely, deep voice caught me off guard.

Oh my GOD his voice. I inhaled sharply, sitting up a bit straighter. I need to calm down.

Ms. Johnson sighed, clearly just not wanting to deal with anything today. "Alright. Find an empty seat anywhere and finish this by the end of the day." She handed him the word search and his eyes scanned the room, probably looking for a seat.

I watched as his eyes landed on me, or rather the chair beside me then actually to me. Oh god, focus focus focus. I quickly averted my gaze to the unfinished word search on my desk, fiddling with the pencil in between my fingers.

I can't focus. His footsteps came closer and closer till it was just the sound of the plastic chair moving against the linoleum floor. I shouldn't be stressing out this much over a new guy but damn. There's something about the way he carries himself that really catches my attention...but y'know his looks help.

"Hey." I heard him speak up and I took my time to turn my head towards him, with a lot of self-control mind you. "Oh, hey." I let my eyes rest on his. I note the bluish-grey color they were.

"Saw you were eyeing the hell outta me. What was that about? You have a problem?" Jeff asked, his tone harsh and defensive. I gave him a confused expression. "No? Am I not allowed to look at you?" I asked sarcastically.

I watched his furrowed eyes soften a little. Does he like attitude or something? "Not in the way you were looking at me." He retorted, his voice laced with venom. He leaned closer to me and I could swear I could feel my face heat up.

"Listen. I'm gonna say this once and only once. Don't mess with me. I promise you, you won't enjoy what happens." Jeff's eyes pierced into mine as his words registered in my mind.

The hell? Threatening me when he doesn't even know me? 'You won't enjoy what happens.' Yeah we'll see about that.

"And what's going to happen if I do?" I retaliated. I don't like being threatened, especially by someone that doesn't know anything about me.

Jeff's eyebrow raised and he chuckled, an evil sound coming from behind his lips. "Oh, you really have no clue who you're messing with here." "Enlighten me."

"Alright, class! We have two minutes until this period is over. Gather your things and you can take your word searches. Make sure to turn them in to me before the end of the day." Ms. Johnson's voice interrupted our conversation.

"Just leave me alone if you know what's good for you." Jeff stood up quickly, picking up his bag in the same movement then walking out the door. My eyes lay on the doorway for a second.

Well, he sure is interesting. Interesting and hot, but that's not important.

10:48 am.

My next class was pretty much the same. Again, it is the first day so we didn't do much. Xander doesn't share it with me and neither did that Lily girl, so I drew most of the period.

After that class ended, I headed into the hallway. I made my way to my locker. That new kid, Jeff, was rummaging through the one beside mine. Oh great. So he took the locker that was vacant last year.

I sighed and went up to my own, unlocking it and putting my books in there that I wouldn't need right now. I couldn't help but scrunch my face at how dull it looked. I'll have to decorate it more when I can. I can't stand how boring it looks right now.

I could feel Jeff's burning gaze on the side of my head, but I ignored it. I shut my locker and made my way to third period.

I was again one of the first people there, taking a seat in the back as usual. I took a book out of my bag and picked up where I left off, tuning out the chitter-chatter and miscellaneous noises of the class.

I continued reading, getting really into the chapter, until I heard the sound of the moving of the chair sat beside mine. I look up from my book. Jeff sat there next to me, his gaze set nowhere in particular.

I let my eyes roam the room and notice something. Really? There are so many other empty chairs. After all that he said to me in first period, he's still gonna sit next to me? I couldn't help the smug expression that grazed my face. Jeff's eyes moved over to meet mine.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" he snapped. I smirked. "Well, it seems to me you're contradicting yourself." Jeff's eyebrow raised in confusion. "You threatened me just an hour ago yet," I motioned towards the chair he was sitting at, "you still choose to sit next to me."

Jeff huffed, his eyebrows knit in a tight line. "Whatever. I just like to sit in the back. Has absolutely nothing to do with you." He turned his gaze back to look in front of him as if he were thinking.

I chuckled. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, sugar." Jeff's head flung back to look at me. "The FUCK did you just call me?" He raised his voice a little, causing us to get a few looks from people.

I smirked, leaning closer just a bit. "Sugarr." I pulled back and looked back at my book, smiling at the expression the simple pet name left on his face.

12:10 pm.

After third period ended, I made my way back to my locker and put some more stuff in it for tomorrow. I took my bag with me as I made my way through the hall.

My gaze was kept at my feet. I usually keep to myself and am only ever bothered by people who somehow like me. I'm pretty sure it's just because I'm best friends with Xander though.

"Y/N?" I stopped my trip to the cafeteria and turned to look at who it was this time. It was a guy that stopped me this time, which shocked me a little bit.

It's mostly girls that stop me and won't stop giggling and smiling as they try to get me to go out with them.

"Yeah, that's me," I responded. I don't recognize him. He had fluffy brown hair and wore some baggy pants and a brown striped sweater. He was shorter than me, so I had to look down at him.

"I know you don't know me but, I've always thought you looked really cool. Do you think we could sit together at lunch?" He asked. His eyes were avoiding mine, looking down at the floor as he fiddled with his fingers. Is he really this nervous to talk to me?

"Uh.. yeah. Yeah sure," I decided it wouldn't hurt. Xander would have to suck it up if he wants me to sit with him.

I continued my walk to the cafeteria, but now with this random guy. I probably shouldn't call him random but what else would I call him when I don't know him?

We went through the doorway as we arrived at the cafe. I looked around, noticing Xander. I was planning on telling him I'd be sitting with someone else today, but I stopped myself from approaching his table.

With the way every chair at it was taken by another bleach blonde girl with self tanned skin, I have a feeling he wouldn't care one bit.

I shrugged. It doesn't surprise me. "Isn't that your friend?" The shorter male's voice spoke. I sighed. "Best friend, yeah." I kept my response short as I started to walk in the direction of an empty table.

I quickly sat in one of the chairs and the guy sat in the one directly in front of me. "Is he always an ass like that?" He muttered, which made me laugh a little.

I slid a hand through my hair, not caring if it messed up a little. "Yeah, that's just him. It doesn't really bother you after a while." I started rummaging through my backpack and pulled out my muffin and a water bottle.

"Oh, I didn't tell you my name did I?" I turned my gaze toward him as I zipped my bag back up. I shook my head and watched as his face got a little red.

He averted his gaze, biting his lip. "Sorry. I'm Gage." I took my muffin out of the wrapper as he nervously introduced himself.

It was a cute name, and it suited him very well. "Cute." I replied, voicing my thoughts aloud. I couldn't help the smile from grazing my lips as I watched his face redden and how his hand moves up to cover his mouth.

"I don't think so," Gage responds, his eyes going to mine for a split second before moving away again. I tilted my head. "Welll," I took his hand in mine and pulled it down from his face, "I think it's perfect for you."

His eyes met mine once more and he couldn't hide how red his face has gotten at this point. I chuckled and let go of his hand.

I can't ever help myself. Flirting with people is my thing. I love to make them flustered and watch as they squirm under my gaze, especially if they're pretty.

"I..Uh..." Gage looked away once more. I pulled my hand away from his and started eating my muffin. At least I'll be getting something out of this school year.

1:30pm

The rest of lunch and fourth period went by in a blur. The time I had left in lunch I spent getting to know Gage more.

He's pretty cute honestly. Not only was his appearance cute though, his personality was adorable. I think we're gonna be good friends, especially if Xander keeps distancing himself from me.

Fourth period was really boring, but math usually is. At least the work was just review work so it was really simple.

I make my way to my locker, putting my math textbook in it. I made my way to fifth period, not really paying attention to my surroundings.

My next class is history, which I'm not insanely thrilled about but I'll be alright. If it were something more interesting like Greek or Roman history I'd be all for it but it's just gonna be American history yet again.

I walked into class and made my way to the back, taking the seat closest to the window. I took my notebook out and opened it.

I started doodling, as I'm yet again early. I sighed, my thoughts elsewhere as I absentmindedly drew whatever my hand wanted to.

I continued drawing, even when the class started filling up more- and even when he sat next to me once more.

It's probably not gonna end well, drawing without thinking. If I'm not thinking, time is going by faster which means I'll be going home faster.

I let my eyes refocus onto my page, looking at what I drew. It was merely a sketch, but it wasn't too bad. It was a random person, just someone I drew easily.

The eye shape, nose shape, mouth shape, body shape...all were easy for me to draw which is why I drew it so often.

I let my eyes trail over to the desk beside mine, then to the person sitting at it. Jeff's eyes were staring down at my desk, my paper specifically.

I moved my gaze back over at my paper. I looked back at him and realized I drew someone that kind of looks like him. The hair, style, body type, eyes. The only thing different was how the person had a nose and mouth.

"Why did you draw me?" Jeff's gravely voice spoke up, as harsh as it was earlier. "I didn't mean to? I mean I can't even see the bottom half of your face dude, calm down." I rolled my eyes at his rudeness.

Seriously, why in the hell would I purposely draw him? He's not exactly the most unique looking person out there.

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Look, I don't understand your obsession with me but you should stop while you're ahead." He kept his eyes locked onto mine, like he was trying to blow me up with his mind or something.

I smirked. "I think you're projecting a bit here, lovebug." Jeff's eyes widened a bit before he hit the table with his hand lightly. "The fuck is with the stupid pet names?"

His small outburst made a few people turn their heads to look at us. I didn't really mind it so why shouldn't I push a little further?

I leaned closer to him, resting my elbows on my knees as I looked up into his eyes. "Oh I think we both know the answer to that, honey."

Jeff scoffed, his eyes squinted a tad. "You can't just walk up in here looking that attractive and not expect me to react to it." I kept my smirk as his disgusted expression faded into a confused one, one of his eyebrows raised slightly.

I leaned a little closer, whispering words I didn't necessarily mean. "If we weren't in a class filled with other people right now, I'm not sure I'd be able to control myself around you." I pulled back, taking in his expression.

The way the tip of his ears reddened, and the way his eyes widened; the way he was left utterly speechless. I knew I got in his mind, exactly like I wanted.

Teasing people has got to be my favorite thing to do. Some people think you're being a dick when you do that, but I really don't care. It's fun, especially when the other person isn't expecting it.

"Alright, class. Today we're going to do a simple word search of the American presidents since it's the first day." I didn't even realize the teacher walked in. Nor did I realize how everyone else was here or how many of them were listening. The giggling from some of the girls and the way a few of them had smiles on their faces proved just how many there were.

I sat back in my seat and turned my attention to the front of the class. The silence from the man beside me kept the smile on my face from fading away.

2:50pm

Sixth period went by all too quickly, as it was Art- my favorite class of the day. It was a simple assignment, a self portrait in your own style.

Xander shares that class with me. It bums me out a bit that we only have two classes together, but that probably won't bum me out for too much longer.

Xander barely spoke a word to me, keeping his attention on the girls that were constantly surrounding him. I drew even when I was done with my assignment.

He didn't come up to me once. The only time we talked was when I did it. I asked him if he'd want to hang out after school, but he shut me down quickly with "Nah, sorry dude. I'm gonna be "hanging out" with Jade tonight if you get what I mean," and ended it with a wink.

It felt degrading. Obviously I'm not oblivious to his sex life and whatnot, but he never makes time for his best friend. I don't want to dwell on it though.

I walked out of school, taking my bike and getting on it. I looked around to make sure I wouldn't get run over or something and started making my way back home.

As much as I hate it, I have to go straight home. My lack of friends really gets to me sometimes, especially with the fact I'm starting to lose the one I thought I never would.

3:15pm.

I leaned my bike against the house and stared at the white door in front of me. I chewed at my lip nervously. I know I have to, so I push myself to put the keys into the doors and unlock it.

I opened the door and locked it behind me. "How was school?" I heard my dad speak up from the couch.

"It was alright," I replied simply, going to the kitchen. "Ah, it was just school, huh?" His voice was loud enough the neighbors could probably hear him.

"Yeah." I threw away some trash, including the stupid drawing I made in History. I took a water bottle out of the fridge and went back into the living room.

"God, why are you so hateful to me?" My dad asked. I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose in annoyance.

I can't stand this already. "How am I being hateful?" I asked. "The way you act." I looked at him, rolling my eyes.

"How do I act?" "You know how you're acting." "No I don't," I made my way to my room, putting my backpack down and sitting on my bed. I took my phone out, plugging it in.

"Don't walk away when I'm talking to you." I looked up and there he was, at my doorway.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down a bit. "What do you want?"

"Why are you being so rude to me?" He pushed. "I'm not being rude to you." Fuck I hate this. "Yes you are."

Why won't he just stop? "God, can't you just leave me alone?" I opened my eyes, staring directly at him.

His jaw dropped open and his eyes furrowed into a frown. "The hell did you just say to me?"

He walked forward, causing me to flinch back into my bed. "Why'd you do that? You know I'm not in the habit of hitting you."

Doesn't mean I like when you get close to me. "What did I do? What's your problem with me?" He insisted.

"I don't have a problem with you." I groaned. I don't want to deal with this today. "Yes, you do but fine, don't tell me. I'll just call your mother to come get you."

I stayed silent. I wanted to tell him fine, whatever will get me away from you, but that would keep him talking.

He finally left my room, so I got up and closed the door. I sighed, turning back to my bed and walking over. I took a sip of my water and sat down again.

I took my phone and went to spotify, turning on my favorite playlist. The sound of My Chemical Romance's I don't love you filled the room.

I lay back in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I started thinking about what happened today. I met three people: a girl that seems nice but I only share one class with, a guy who's sweet but I don't have any classes with, and a guy that wants nothing to do with me that I have three classes with.

And of course, Xander. We hung out all but three times this past summer. Three times. In less than three months. And he barely talked with me today.

I have a feeling this years gonna be shit, like always. The only difference between last year and this year is my dad's diminishing memory.

I moved my hands up to my face. I didn't realize the tears that were slowly making their way down my cheeks.

I pulled the multiple blankets on my bed over me, turning on my side and closing my eyes. I can't stand being awake any more today.

[sillytaetime]

Prompt masterlist!!!

Here it is y'all. I've been gone for like over a month but I'm back. Hopefully writing normally again, no promises, school and work takes up a lot of my time. This is flagged as mature because some of the prompts can be seen as smut. If your requesting a prompt, please also state the idol you'd like. He must be an idol from one of the groups I wrote for. Blackpink, Red Velvet, and twice requests are also welcome now.

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1. "Silence, you uneducated peanut"

2. "I saved your life!"

3. "That's disgusting. You're lucky you're cute"

4. "I heard that!"; "You were supposed to!" 5. "You just woke me up you piece of shit"

6. "To hell with it! You love him/her don't you?" 7. "It's okay, you don't have to love me"

8. "So, err I noticed you're kinda naked. Is that intentional or....?"

9. "It's blood, not nuclear waste. Chill out"

10. "I'm losing my cold hearted reputation here" 11. "Because he's/she's an idiot!"

12. "It's like all I ever do is make you unhappy"

13. "You scared me!"

14. "She/he is crying! What do I do?" 15. "It was a misunderstanding!"

16. "Remember...."

17. "I would do anything for you darling"

18. "I need advice..."

19. "Hot as fuck" 20. "You're weird"

21. "Will you let go of my hand?!"

22. "I am way too sober for this"

23. "Fight me!" 24. "THAT IS A SIN"

25. "Can you close your eyes?"

26. "I couldn't just leave it there. It was all cold and alone. Come on, please?"

27. "You face that way, and I'll face this way"

28. "It's really not that complicated."

29. "It's three in the morning."

30. "You have to leave right now." 31. "Just trust me."

32. "You're never going to let that go, are you?"

33. "I don't owe you an explanation." 34. "I want an answer, goddammit!"

35. "It was you the whole time."

36. "Tell me again." 37. "This is why we can't have nice things."

38. "I'm not going anywhere."

39. "Prove it."

40. "I might never get another chance to say

this."

41. "Tell me I'm wrong."

42. "Lie to me then."

43. "I never stood a chance, did I?"

44. "How much of that did you hear?"

45. "Are you drunk?"

46. "I still remember the way you taste." 47. "How much of that did you hear?"

48. "What happens if I do this?"

49. "I don't want to screw this up."

50. "People are staring."

51. "I still love you, even after all that has

happened."

52. "Just this once, please stay."

53. "DON'T FLUSH THE TOILET WHEN I'M IN

THE SHOWER!"

54. "You can't be mean, because I cook the ور food...and could technically poison you.' 55. "Are you going to yell at me, too? I deserve it."

56. "If you don't love me, tell me. Please, just let

me go."

57. "I can't do this. Just leave me alone."

58. "Do it. Take a chance, I'm begging you. You don't want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been."

59. "This isn't your fault, okay? I promise."

60. "We'd be good together, don't you think"

[theartofdreaming1]

Here is my attempt at portraying Peeta’s camouflage skills convincingly 😅😅

As usual, my thoughts regarding this week’s prompts and random thoughts on chapters 19-21 are below the cut.

heart

While I love all the banter between Katniss and Peeta, I think my favorite of these three chapters is: “Trust me. Killing things is much easier than this,” I say. “Although for all I know, I am killing you.” “Can you speed it up a little?” he asks. “No. Shut up and eat your pears,” I say. A classic 😄

mind

I always imagined that Cato went after Thresh before coming for Katniss and Peeta because a) Thresh took the backpack for District 2 (which contained the body armor that would make dealing with Katniss’s arrow so much easier) and b) Thresh killed Clove and Cato wanted to avenge her... Although I have no idea how Cato ended up killing Thresh... he was doing pretty well for himself in his grass-y area... Maybe the Gamemakers wanted to punish Thresh for not killing Katniss and generated that thunderstorm and rain to force Thresh out of his refuge, which would give Cato a fair chance to kill him, I guess...

soul

Lol, honestly, since Peeta just generally seems to be motivated by kindness and love/caring, I don’t think it took much for him to keep the star-crossed lovers angle alive (I could easily imagine him actually noticing Katniss in the willow tree early in the Games and offering to take care of the District 8 girl, so the Careers would get the hell out of there, away from Katniss)

Chapter 19:

Peeta, who’s been wounded, is now my ally. [...] I’d loathe any tribute who didn’t immediately ally with their district partner. Besides, it just makes sense to protect each other. - Honestly, this just highlights what a kind person Katniss is, despite her aloof front; her innermost instinct is always to stick together and to protect. Because it doesn’t really make sense for her to team up with Peeta - she knows he’s wounded and won’t be of much help to her, her chances of survival are way better if she stayed on her own, but it’s not something she’d ever consider now that they are allowed to form a team (and only then does she even factor in the whole ‘star-crossed lovers of district 12′ -angle)

Peeta, it turns out, has never been a danger to me. The thought makes me smile. - Aww 😊 (but also, how heart-breaking that the Capitol will do everything in their power to change that, to make Peeta become a danger to Katniss 😢)

He’s very hard to predict, which might be interesting under different circumstances - Okay, but this just makes me think of that exchange in Gilmore Girls when Paris and Rory talk about how you know a guy is right for you:  “Someone who’s compatible but not compatible.” “Yeah, kind of. I mean, you respect each other’s opinions and you can laugh at the same jokes, but I don’t know – there’s just something about not quite knowing what the other person’s gonna do at all times that’s just really exciting.” - fits these two to a T 😏

In fact, I’ve just about decided I’m on the wrong track entirely, that a wounded boy would be unable to navigate getting to and from this water source, when I see the bloody streak - Okay, but how flipping tough is Peeta?! He’s severely injured, with multiple tracker jacker stings and he drags himself to this terrain that is almost impossible to navigate for someone in his condition - a sturdy dandelion, indeed!

“You’re here to finish me off, sweetheart?” - What an entrance after having gone AWOL for quite a couple of chapters 👌🏼👏🏼

“Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.” I jerk my head back but end up laughing. “Thanks, I’ll keep it in mind.” [...] “Katniss?” Peeta says. I meet his eyes, knowing my face must be some shade of green. He mouths the words “How about that kiss?” I burst out laughing - He’s lying in a river bed, slowly dying, and he can still make her laugh 😊

“You know, you’re kind of squeamish for such a lethal person” - It’s such a small comment, but I can’t help but think that Peeta is just kind of intrigued to discover all these little idiosyncrasies that make up the ever-elusive Katniss Everdeen ;)

Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his words. -  Aww, she doesn’t even want to consider him dying, so she spontaneously decides to cut him off with a kiss👀👀 Honestly, at this point Peeta has elicited 2 (!) spontaneous kisses  (the kiss after the chariot ride and this one) from Katniss, who generally isn’t that big on touching people

“You’re not going to die. I forbid it. All right?” - Stubborn, protective Katniss... But also reminds me of their rooftop “date” in CF and the “Then you’ll allow it?” “I’ll allow it” - exchange

I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he’d be happy to lie there gazing at me forever. He’s great at this stuff. - KaTNisSs, gurl... 🙄🤦🏼‍♀️

Chapter 20:

But I knew he was injured. And still I came after him. I’m just going to have to trust whatever instinct sent me to find him was a good one. - The very best of instincts, Katniss, don’t you worry😉

Peeta’s struggling to get up when I reach the cave. “I woke up and you were gone,” he says, “I was worried about you.” - Gah, why are the both of them so good?! They just care for and worry about each other 24/7

“How do you feel?” “Better than yesterday. This is an enormous improvement over the mud,” he says. “Clean clothes and medicine and a sleeping bag... and you.” Oh right, the whole romance thing. - Oh Katniss...😐 I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips. I remember my father doing this very thing to my mother and I wonder where Peeta picked it up. - Where did Peeta pick this up? From a time his family was less dysfunctional? Observing couples in the town square? Or is he a fricking disney prince and these things come natural to him? Questions, questions...

“You didn’t sleep,” Peeta says. “I’m all right,” I say. But the truth is, I’m exhausted. “Sleep now. I’ll keep watch.” [...] I test his cheek. Hot as a coal stove. He claims he’s been drinking, but the containers still feel full to me. I give him more fever pills and stand over him while he drinks first one, then a second quart of water. - These two are just too stubborn to take proper care of themselves - good thing that each of them is adamant to force the other to sleep/drink/eat when necessary

“Besides I like watching you sleep. You don’t scowl. Improves your looks a lot.” - When presented with the choice of being flirty vs being a cheeky little shit, Peeta will choose being a flirty cheeky little shit every time 😂

“I’m going to make soup,” I say. “Don’t light a fire,” he says. “It’s not worth it.” - Okay, but what he’s actually saying is “I’m not worth it” 😭😭

Katniss telling that story about buying Prim’s goat😊... A young buck, probably a yearling by his size. His antlers were just growing in, still small and coated in velvet. [...] Beautiful. - We are all very much aware of Peeta’s appreciation for beauty, but the same does apply to Katniss, too (she’s just overall more pragmatic)

“Was it [the goat] still wearing the pink ribbon?″ he asks. “I think so,” I say. “Why?” “I’m just trying to get a picture,” he says thoughtfully. -  Peeta is so detail-oriented! I have this theory that this is actually something that enables him to overcome his hijacking; we catch glimpses in MJ of how he inches himself out of his condition by asking/focusing on small details or things most people would dismiss as trivial (Katniss’s favorite color, the color of her dress visiting District 7, her Dad singing the Hanging Tree when Peeta was 6 or 7 years old...) and I feel like it makes a lot of sense - his tormentors in the Capitol either wouldn’t have access to distort these moments or not even consider them to have any significance (since they are all about big, flashy gestures in the Capitol), so these memories would remain untouched. Luckily, Peeta seems to live by Robert Brault’s words: “Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. “

“Really? What did you cost me again?” I ask. “A lot of trouble. Don’t worry. You’ll get it all back,” he says. - Well, he’s going to cost her a lot more trouble in the future - but we know he’s going to make up for it and bring her much happiness, too 😊

“You’re not risking your life for me.” “Who said I was?” I say. [...] “Of course I’m not going.” [...] “You’re such a bad liar, Karniss.” [...] Anger flushes my face. “All right, I am going, and you can’t stop me!” “I can follow you. At least partway. I may not make it to the Cornucopia, but if I’m yelling your name I bet someone can find me. And then I’ll be dead for sure,” he says. - Soo.. their love language is offering to sacrifice their life like it’s nothing, huh?! 😳😅 

Peeta eats without complaint, even scraping out the pot to show his enthusiasm. He rambles on about how delicious it is, - lol, sounds like a husband trying to get back on his wife’s good side after they had a row 😂

I clamp my hand over his mouth and nose hard, forcing him to swallow instead of spit. He tries to make himself vomit the stuff up, but it’s too late, he’s already losing consciousness. - Ah, the most important indicator of true love: having person A force-feed person B a sedative so they can run off to get them life-saving medicine ;)

Chapter 21:

I lie next to Peeta in the bag, trying to absorb every bit of his fever heat. It’s strange to be so physically close to someone who’s so distant. Peeta might as well be back in the Capitol, - Reminds me how in MJ she’s going to be so close to Peeta (mentally/emotionally) while he will be physically so distant (in the Capitol!)

a tiny orange one [backpack] [...] that must be marked with a 12 - Interesting how that backpack is orange, huh? Why is that? Are smaller backpacks generally orange (like the one Katniss already has) to be more visible or is this simply to connect the backpack to Peeta (though we don’t know his favorite color at this point)? Do the Gamemakers care whether Katniss gets a matching backpack? It just seems like an unnecessary detail to throw in🤔

The table has just clicked into place when a figure darts out of the Cornucopia, snags the green backpack, and speeds off. Foxface! - Honestly, this was a truly brilliant move; kudos! 👏🏼

[Clove] carefully selects an almost dainty-looking number [knife] with a cruel, curved blade. “I promised Cato if he let me have you, I’d give the audience a good show.” [...] “I think...” she almost purrs. “I think we’ll start with your mouth.” [...] she teasingly traces the outline of my lips with the tip of the blade. - Okay, but the idea of Clove cutting off Katniss’s lips is just all kinds of terrifying and disturbing 😨

“No! No, I-” Clove sees the stone, about the size of a small loaf of bread in Thresh’s hand [...] Thresh brings the rock down hard against Clove’s temple. [...] and I know she’s a goner. - Interesting how Katniss describes that rock that basically saves her life (or at least kills her assailant) as bread-sized, huh? “Your district... they sent me bread. [...] Conflicting emotions cross Thresh’s face. He lowers the rock and points at me, almost accusingly. “Just this one time, I let you go. For the little girl.” - Katniss mentions the bread from District 11 as a proof of her alliance with Rue (and the recognition of D11) and Thresh spares her; bread keeps saving her life (while it keeps representing acts of kindness)

Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. - I appreciate this small, humanizing moment with Cato

The last thing I remember is an exquisitely beautiful green and silver moth landing on the curve of my wrist. - I don’t know much about North American insects (not that I know that much about European insects either - just recently came across a relatively rare moth on my walks that I had never seen or heard of before) - is Katniss describing a special/noteworthy species of moth? Or is this a more literary symbolism kind of moth? (Just looked up some symbolism meaning of moths: change/transformation, seeking light; power of regeneration in some Native American mythology, hmm...)

[tomhiddelstonandzaynmalik]

Love at first sight?

Chapter 8

Note: im using Celsius instead of Farenheit bc I get confused anddd for the fics purpose I made the reader from Arizona bc it's hot, sorry hehe.

prologue chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Warren Worthington III x reader

Word count: 1300 words

Warnings: language

"Worthington! Wait up". Warren stopped walking for his friend to catch up. "Yes, Monroe?". Ororo rushed from the main entrance to the end of the hall, where Warren was waiting for her. "So? Spit the beans!". She was referring to the meeting with The Professor, which had just ended a few minutes ago.

"Hell no! I'm starving, thanks to you! As far as I can recall, you did say you were going stop by the infirmary to bring me my breakfast, but you never came". Warren said resentfully. "Oh! Forgive me for trying to give you some privacy! I DID go over! but when I realized you were having a blast with "ms. mystery", I left!." Warren's mouth turned into a big "O" surprised by the girl's comment. "Shit, sorry I'm an ass. I should have known better than t-". Although Warren was showing great remorse for his actions, Ororo, on the other hand, seemed unbothered as he had cut his ramblings off. "Whatever, man. Listen up! Why don't I fix you something to eat in the kitchen while you tell me everything that happened, and not just with Charles". Her big brown eyes were beaming at him with mischief. After all, it wasn't likely of him to speak more than five consecutive words with strangers.

"Fine by me". The blond said, already walking to the kitchen. "Oh, by the way, her name is Y/N". He informed with a small smile creeping on his lips.

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"For real?" You said in amazement as the man with glasses who went by the name of Hank explained to you some medical facts about your mutation you've been oblivious to your entire life. "Are you telling me my hydrokinesis has been the reason behind why I'm always cold?". Your face in awe had made the man chuckle. "Indeed, Y/N. Your connection with water goes beyond expected. Your body temperature resembles the ocean's, which means, unlike the rest of us who have an average temperature of 35.5 C° to 37 C°. Yours can go as low as -2 C° with its highest in 35 C° ". You turned to your left side, inspecting the monitor showing your vitals, where you read the big bright numbers. "So, does 20 C° mean... ". "Just fine". The doctor said.

"No need to remind you about staying clear from desserts or, you know, fires". "Damn it, just when I was considering moving to Egipt". You had meant for the man to laugh at your joke. Instead, he shot you a disapproving look. "I'm serious, Y/N. You could die. The body can endure temperatures up to 50 C° before death, but you, anywhere up to 39 C° can be fatal".

Those last words were bringing back the multiple times you'd fainted without any apparent reason. Even during a spring day back in your natal Arizona, you could end up in E.R. The doctors had always told your mother it was a heatstroke, yet it never made sense. Yes, it was warm but not blazingly hot like it should have to suffer one. To your mom, you were only doing it for the attention. And after moving to Washington, when you were 5, the faintings stopped, making her believe more in her assumptions.

It also made you remember those winter days when you were little, where all your friends would be covered head to toe with fuzzy clothing whilst you had nothing more than some jeans and a crewneck. People always believed your mother had sucked at parenting for leaving you so exposed to the weather, but for the first time, they were wrong. Yes, she sucked at being a mother, but at least this time, what seemed to be a lack of caring coming from her was just you not being affected by the freezing air like everyone else.

You were about to ask furthermore questions the tall man with the glasses he could perhaps be able to answer when a bald man in his late forties wheeled in. "How is our patient doing, Hank?". He asked. "Better than expected, Charles. Although I would suggest staying in here for observation another 24 hours, just to be sure". Hank replied, straightening his posture as the older man came further inside the room. But why? Just as you were seeking an answer, he spoke. "Because I am the headmaster, young lady. Charles Xavier, at your service". What the actual fuck, how could he have- "Telepathy, that is how, dear". A foreign voice explained inside your mind as the bald man stared at you with knowing eyes. "Please, don't do that ever again! Not without a heads-up at least!". You yelled fearfully. The idea of having somebody else inside your head unexpectedly had to be the scariest thing you could think of, and after having seen your frightened self, the man spoke ordinarily once again.

"Certainly! But, before we continue, how should I call you, dear?". The man, Charles, asked you with a tender voice. " Y/N".

"Very well, Y/N. Now, has Hank told you anything about what we do in here?". "Not much. That this is kinda like a boarding school but for weirdos like us and that some are of you like to run around the city wearing matching bodysuits playing heroes". You said while sitting down crisscrossed on the medical bed. "Well, you are not so wrong, but we are more than that". With that, the conversation about a brighter future for you began.

You had been brought to Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters by luck, without any clue of what could be there to come for you. When you woke up, you'd thought for that place to be nothing but a fancy hospital and nothing else. Now, after your interaction with the headmaster, you were left with a lingering feeling of something you had never experienced before, hope.

Hope for a future away from the streets you've called home for almost a decade. A possibility to become someone you could be proud of being. To form bonds that could last more than a weak or two. Most importantly, the chance of not being so lonely anymore.

In conclusion, Charles Xavier gave you hope for making your wildest dream come true. Stay here, and you will live a normal life.

Both Charles and Hank left the infirmary wing for you to process the information at peace before accepting his offer of prolonging your stay. You'd been so concentrated thinking about all of it. You missed the moment your angel came in.

"By the expression on your face, I'm guessing Charles already asked you to stay in here". He spoke to you as he was reaching for the stool next to your side.

"How do you know that, Angel?". You asked, squinting your eyes in a questioning look.

"He told me after proposing to me the very same thing". Warren said.

"Well, are you?". You eagerly said.

"I don't know, are you?". If you were honest, everything about living at Xavier's sounded perfect to you. You would have accepted right away if it hadn't been for Charles himself who stopped you and made you think about it. After all, it was a 180° lifestyle change.

"Hell fucking yes! Why wouldn't I? It's not like you're allowed to live in a mansion every day" This was the answer which caused the mutant next to you to chuckle slightly. "Is that the only reason you're staying?". You would have said everything you'd been thinking about before warren showed up. Yet something in you told you. If you didn't, you could have plenty of time to do so.

"Not really, but if you decide to stay here, I might tell you all about them, Angel". You told Warren, who had now his eyes fixated on yours, those piercing blue eyes which seemed to be searching for something, what? You didn't know.

"Seems like we got a deal, Y/N".

[ourhoneyboyminyoongi]

“Everything okay? Sorry if I'm intruding.” 

jaemin x reader 

genre: fluff

word count: 1.3k

an: hope you guys enjoy:) pls leave feedback or maybe something you guys would like me to write.!:)

The slamming of my front door is what startles me awake at 7 in the morning. I hastily pull myself out of bed to see that the fuck was going on. 

After putting on sweatpants and a hoodie I make my way to the living room where I heard yelling come from. “Lucas you’re such an asshole! Get out of my apartment and never call me again!” My roommate Sooji yells at the tall man. “How can I fix what happened if you won’t tell me what is wrong?” He replies. Before I could back away from the heated argument Sooji called out to me.

“I’m sorry Y/n, did we wake you up?” The two in front of me looked exhausted and I could tell that they needed more time alone. “No, I was just about to leave to go get breakfast actually. I’ll probably go get some groceries too, so I will be gone for at least a couple hours.” I tell her. She nods in reply and then mouths a quick ‘thank you’ as I slip my shoes on and leave.

It takes only 20 minutes to walk over to my favorite breakfast place, Toasted Owl. I walk in and it is already packed even though it just opened. I walked up to the hostess to see how long the wait would be. “Well right now for a table it would be around half an hour, but the bar is empty if you’re okay with sitting there?” I look around the restaurant and then back at the young girl. “The bar is just fine.” I say with a smile.

She led me over to my seat at the bar and set down a menu in front of me. “Jaemin here will be taking care of you today.” She motions to the guy with bleach blond hair behind the bar. He looks over to me, smiles and then continues brewing the coffee behind him. 

“Thank you.” I say to the hostess as she walks away. I glance down at the menu to figure out what I should get. “Can I get you anything to drink?” I look up to Jaemin standing right in front of me. “Can I just have an iced latte and water?” He nods and goes to start making my coffee. While waiting I checked my phone to see if Sooji had texted me anything about what was happening, but there was nothing. “Here’s your drinks.” “Thank you so much.” I reply to him with a smile. He smiles back and I can’t help but think about how cute he was. He had a beautiful smile and a face I could look at for hours just to inspect every inch of it. I quickly look away and sip my coffee before he can notice how long I was staring at him. 

Once I figure out what I wanted to eat I call him over and he puts in my order. Suddenly my phone begins to vibrate against the table, telling me someone is calling me. I look down and see that Sooji is calling me. I answer the phone and crying is heard through the speakers. “Sooji what happened? Are you okay? Did Lucas do something?” I look and see that Jaemin was looking towards me with a little bit of concern in his eyes.

“Y/n I broke up with him. I didn’t know what else to do! I feel so horrible because he was so understanding and told me that maybe I just need some time to figure myself out, and maybe he is right.” My brows furrow and I put my elbows on the counter and lean forward a little. “Hey, there is nothing wrong with taking some time for yourself. There is no need for you to feel bad about yourself for needing a little time alone.” I say quietly. 

My waffles are suddenly placed down in front of me and I look to my left to see a worker that had brought it out. I smile a nod to him and he nods back while walking away. “Listen, I just got my food so I will come back as soon as I’m done and we can talk more about it. We don’t even need to talk at all, we can just watch movies and stuff our faces with junk food.” Sniffles are heard on the other side of the phone and I can tell that she has calmed down a little. “I’ll see you when you get home.” With that she hangs up and I look down at my phone confused.

“Everything okay? Sorry if I'm intruding.” Jaemin speaks while refilling my water. “Thanks, and no it’s totally fine don’t worry. Um, my roommate is having relationship issues. I woke up to her and her boyfr-, well ex now, yelling at each other. I wasn’t even planning to wake up till at least noon.” Jaemin laughs at this and I instantly think of how much I would love to hear that sound everyday. “I also wasn’t even planning to come here but, here I am.” I say with a little laugh in between. 

Jaemin leans on the counter to show that he is listening and urges me to continue. “Honestly, I don’t even know how to help her. I have never been in a relationship so I can’t do much for her except just lend an ear.” My voice comes out a little sad.

“Just because you’ve never been in a relationship doesn’t mean you can’t give good advice.” Jaemin advises. “Yeah, I guess. Lucas is a sweet guy and I honestly agree with him about her needing some time for herself.” I tell him while cutting my waffle and putting a piece in my mouth. “Well I hope everything with them turns out okay.” I nod and look down at my plate suddenly feeling nervous with him around. 

Time passes and I finish my waffles and coffee while speaking on and off with Jaemin while he serves other customers. 

“You know, why don’t you take some food home for you and your friend.” A surprised look paints my face. “On the house.” He adds. I shake my head. “I couldn’t let you do that.” He laughs at my protest. “Don’t worry, I was kind of hoping that you would also take my phone number too. Earlier you said you’ve never been in a relationship but I don’t want to assume things. If you are dating someone then we can pretend this never happened.” His eyes hold hope for me to say that in single and I smile at the fact that he wasn’t like those other guys and asked if I was taken. 

I shake my head and he visibly relaxes and smiles at me. “I’m definitely as single as can be. Why don’t I just give you my number too.” I pull my phone out and he does the same. We exchange numbers and I could feel my cheeks getting as red as can be. 

“Also, please keep the food. I don’t really think she would eat it anyways. She isn’t really a breakfast person.” I say to him as he puts his phone in his pocket. “If you say so… wait I never got your name!” He says a little too loud. 

A giggle slips through my lips and Jaemin looks at me expectantly. “Y/n.” He tilts his head to the side a little. “Y/n… that’s a really pretty name.” I look down shyly at his comment and he speaks up again. “I need to get to other customers but i’ll text you okay?” I look up to see him in the same head tilted position and couldn’t fight off the thought of how fucking cute he looks right now.

“Okay.” We stare at each other for a second longer before he’s being called by someone. He drops his left eye in a wink and goes over to the man. I let out a deep breath I didn’t know I was holding and left money on the counter and left. 

Taking out my phone I send a text to Sooji telling her I was on my way and see that I already have a text from an unknown number. 

“free friday? - Jaemin” 

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 2788

Warnings: Slow Start, Language.

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change

Sorry for leaving this so late everyone, Had a really busy day at work and passed out as soon as I got in, Woke up at 8 and I’ve been working on this chapter for ages so hopefully you all like it :) Enjoy Everyone!

(Also մոխրագույն օրխիդ means grey orchid in Armenian, according to google translate)

-Two days later

If someone told me that I’d end up in the middle of a gang war being held hostage with a colt M1911 held up against my head, I probably would have called them batshit crazy. Confused? Let me explain, two days ago the mole in the մոխրագույն օրխիդ reported that they were planning to infiltrate our territory and attack us at the base, the մոխրագույն օրխիդ have been rivals with us for years, almost for as long I’ve been alive.

The boss was really pissed, I mean I’ve seen mind mad but boy he was raging, knocking everything over hell he even shot one of our new recruits he was that pissed off! All members were forced into training, Damien brought in an ex Russian spy to teach us new moves, at the end of it my body was littered with bruises and cuts I could hardly see my skin colour it was that bad. Hell, some of the boys looked worse then me. We trained through the night, alternating between combat training and firearms, it was relentless… some of the guys passed out from exhaustion and when they came back ‘round boss put them straight back into training.

I’ll admit, there’s been some intense wars, but they didn’t even come close to this one, everyone was involved, even the bloody cleaners were trained and normally they just clean up the rooms after the guys are done with a prisoner! We had a plan to draw the մոխրագույն օրխիդ out, everyone was to go to the bank and make it look like a heist prep, while I set up shop in the dinner across the road. I was to make sure that none of the մոխրագույն օրխիդ got the jump on our guys and take out as many of em as I could, so there was no bloody pressure there, I’d be lying if I said I was anything but terrified.

It was around 5 AM when training stopped, all of us ordered to get cleaned up and report back to the base at 6:30, one by one we all left for our homes the pistol strapped to my thing reminding me of what was about to happen…

-Tiny Time Skip-

The hour and a half flew by, each member was sorted into a group and bundled off into a car, every group has a different route and arrival time. Of course, I was the only one who didn’t have that luxury, the boss said that it’d seem less suspicious if I took the bus there and arrived last, so there I was on the number 17 bus at 7 in the morning. The street past by me in a blur, kids were making their way to schools with the mothers in tow behind them, mean while I was making my way to a bloody gang war. Not much of a difference between the two is there? Lazily my eyes glanced over the street, bored outta my mind, the stop was still 10 minutes away and the pair behind me talking business weren’t really curing my boredom.

I swear down if I don’t get off this bus soon I’m gonna lose it! letting out a small sigh I turned and looked out the other window. Okay come on could this day get any bloody worse ?! just my luck both Steve and Bucky were on the street the bus stopped on both staring at me, they really need to stop doing that it’s starting to creep me the hell out. I felt my eyes widen before I ducked under the window, wanting nothing more than this blasted bus to hurry up and move, muffled voices started yelling my name from the other side of the window as the bus started to pull away from the stop. Slowly I started rising my head up and dared to look out the window, both the boys were chasing after the bus, Steve lagging behind as Bucky raced ahead, we shared one last look before the bus blended back into the traffic on main street.

That was way too bloody close for my liking, letting out a sigh of relief I cleared my head and concentrating on my up coming task, the next stop was the one I needed, and I still had 10 minutes before I needed to check in. It was a simple plan, I’d walk into the dinner and order a coffee and a sandwich, walk over to the booth closest to the window and signal my gang I was in position, monitor where the մոխրագույն օրխիդ came from and get the registration numbers of the cars they came out of.  Simple enough.

Noticing that the bus was nearing my stop, I readied my things and hit the button, mentally preparing myself for the next few hours.

Steve’s POV

Y/n was right in front of us, on that bus, it’d only been a couple of days, but she’s changed so much again. Her cuts had healed but her face, it was littered with fresh marks and bruises, the dark bags under her eyes stood out against her pale skin, she looked like a ghost.

What the hell happened to her? I was still from the shock, manging to break out of the haze when Buck started running after the bus, we chased it down the block for as long as we could but eventually we lost her…again. Slowly, I came to a stop next to him, his face impassive, but his eyes were filled with anger, worry and sadness, a look I knew all to well, “Did ya get the bus number?” he didn’t turn and look at me. He was still staring at where y/n disappeared, his head turned slightly at my question but other than that he kept his gaze ahead of him. “yeah, she’s on the 17, it stops just outside the bank on 4th street… did you see y/ns face Steve? She looked like death warmed up, what the hell is going on with her?” Bucky’s temper started to rise, I knew how he was feeling, the frustration of not being able to help someone who desperately needs it was slowly drivin’ me insane. “That’s somethin we’re gonna have to ask her when we find her, come on Buck lets go find our girl” clapping my hand on his shoulder, we started following the road down.

-20 Minutes later

A silence surrounded us as we walked, both of us thinkin’ about her, why won’t she let me help her? I know what it’s like to not have a family growin’ up, then Bucky came into my life and changed it all, he became my brother and I his. That’s all I wanna do for y/n, give her someone to rely on, someone to trust. Gun fire shattered my inner thoughts, people were running and screamin’ as they tried to get away, the crowd managed to knock both of us to the ground, Buck grabbed me by the collar and dragged me outta the way before I got crushed by all the people. “What the hell is goin’ on?! Steve, you okay?” I didn’t answer him, my eyes followed where the noise was comin’ from, Bucky right behind me, both of us peaking around the corner to see what was going on.

Two groups were firing shots at each other, one group was holed up in a dinner and the others were shooting from behind a couple of cars, a few of em were shooting from inside the bank. “Jesus Christ! We’re in the middle of a goddamn gang war Buck, we gotta find y/n and get the hell away from here!” for once in his life Bucky didn’t argue with me and started pulling us away from the scene. A sudden shout halted our movements, the firing stopped as the dinner door opened, my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach from what I saw next, a man yelling in what I guessed to be Russian walked out the dinner, his gun pointed at the side of y/ns head. Blood was dripping from her nose as he dragged her across the middle of the road, the worse bit was that she didn’t look scared not one bit, instead she looked blank, there was no expression on her face and eyes were dead, the man holding her yelling was nonsense I chose to ignore, keeping my eyes trained on her.

“Steve please tell me that my eyes are tricking me and that isn’t y/n being held hostage by the dickhead with the gun” Bucky’s voice shaking, I didn’t know if it was from anger or fear, “We need to get her outta there Buck”.  Both our gazes were trained on the man holding y/n, our minds focused on a plan of getting her back to us.

Readers POV

I knew as soon as I entered the dinner somethin’ was off, the atmosphere didn’t feel right at all, choosing to ignore it and stick to the plan I got in position and signalled to the member sat on the bench outside the bank.  One by one, the gangs made their way inside the bank and I waited for the sign, 5 minutes later gun shots were fired from inside the bank as members of the մոխրագույն օրխիդ pulled in cars and opened fire on the guys. People in the dinner started screaming and running for the door, I played my part and hid under the table trying to look terrified, everything was going to plan then shit hit the fan, the guys left in the dinner with me pulled out guns and returned fire on the Црни лабуд.

This is not my F**king day at all! What the hell do I do now?! Shoot at these guys or plan hostage and gain the upper hand?!, the decision was taken outta my hands when one of the մոխրագույն օրխիդ thugs grabbed my upper arm and dragged me over to the back of the room. Guns were trained on all the everyone who were unfortunate enough to get trapped in the building, a young girl was hugging her mother for dear life as the war carried on, keeping my eyes focused on the guy closet to me I waited for an opportunity.

Okay, y/n this is without a doubt one of the stupidest things you are ever going to do, the thug watching us turned to answer another member when I struck, quickly leaping to my feet I grabbed him from behind and forced him to the floor. Clearly surprised the other guys faltered before retaliating, acting purely on adrenaline I pulled my handgun and started firing at them, managing to hit 3 of them, 2 in the arm one in the chest, before I dived underneath the counter. Bullets started flying past me as they fired through the counter attempting to hit me, acting on impulse I laid down, waiting for them to seize fire and check to see if I was alive, one guy peered over the side and tried to tell the other thugs I was still alive. My reaction was to grab is collar and slam his face into the counter the use him as a human shield, the members ended up unintentionally killing their own guy, clearly, I pissed them off for out-smarting them.

I managed to fire a few more shots before a sudden force hit my back, sending me to the floor with only my face to soften my fall, Son of a b*TCH THEY JUST BROKE MY GODDAMN NOSE! A hand grabbed my hair, pulling me to my feet. I came face to face with the ugliest motherf*cker I’d ever seen, Alexi Churnov leader of the մոխրագույն օրխիդ and the monster behind the rise of sexual assault cases in Brooklyn. “My, my what do we have here, it’s the renowned recruiter of the Црни лабуд. Boys, this is little y/n  y/l/n, she’s been a part of the Црни лабуд for quite some time now” His voice alone is vile enough to make a Nun swear, “Cut the crap Churnov I haven’t got all day ya know, places to be people to shoot and all that” okay maybe I need to learn when to keep my mouth closed.

The next thing I knew my head was forced backwards and a stinging pain erupted along the right side of my face, I turned my head forwards and what do you know, I was face to face with the devil himself. “Have some respect you insolent child! talk to me in that tone again and I won’t hesitate to kill you. Now down to business, tell me what the Црни лабуд are planning or one by one these people die.” Well, do I have permission to panic now?!, slowly Alexi came closer to my face, scowling as he waited for his answer, my response ? I spat blood in his face and laughed at his stupidity.

A sharp kicked halted my laughter as I was dragged to my feet, a now very pissed off Alexi was dragging me to the dinner entrance, the difference of the light left me temporarily blinded, “Црни лабуд! WE HAVE YOU’RE PRECIOUS LITTLE Y/N! COME OUT AND FACE US OR SHE DIES RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!”. Oh, you have got to be f**king with me. The Црни лабуд shared glances with one another, nobody knew what to do, hell even the boss looked conflicted and unsure with how to solve the situation.

You know how I said that attacking the մոխրագույն օրխիդ with a pistol and no back-up was the stupidest thing I’d ever done? Well this is even stupider. I quickly spun around and grabbed the arm holding the gun to my head and twisted it behind Alexi’s back, curse words flew out of his mouth as the gun fire returned. Shots passed by my head as I dived behind a car, in the distance police cars were closing in on the gangs, not that either side cared all were focused on taking out as many people as possible.

I was happy with staying here until the police got the situation under control, out the corner I noticed something odd, two very familiar faces were crouched down behind a wall, both boys were corned as gun fire rained on either side of them. WHAT THE HELL WERE THOSE IDIOTS DOING?!, my eyes were wide with panic as I watched thugs from մոխրագույն օրխիդ slowly edge closer to them, not thinking of the risks to me I dashed out from my cover and started running over to them. My heart started beating faster, one of Alexi’s men was pointing his gun at Bucky and Steve, Bucky stood slightly in front of Steve to try and protect him.

Using the last of my energy, I ploughed my entire body into the man, sending both of us toppling back over the wall. The impact stunned the both of us for a second, but the fist flying to my face soon knocked some sense into me, literally. What is it with these guys and punching me in the f**king face today? Quickly I rolled off him and sprung to my feet, barely managing to avoid his second attack. I used my size to my advantage, manoeuvring around the thug, punching and kicking wherever I could reach, at some point he landed a kick and sent me flying into the wall of the building behind me, my eyes followed his hands as he trained his gun on the boys again.

I acted on impulse, pushing me body forward and over the wall as he fired his gun, at first, I didn’t feel anything just a little pinch as I landed on the floor in front of Bucky and Steve, the sound of guns cocking behind me had me tense up and turn around, thankfully it was the police aiming at Alexi’s men. I let out a sigh of relief before turning to the boys, both were still on the floor with me, “Jesus Christ what the hell were you two thinking?! You could got shot! Or worse killed!” neither of them said anything, tears started falling down their checks as they looked at me.

“Y/n…Yyour bleeding” I felt my eyebrows scrunch up in confusion as I glanced down at my body, to my horror blood was soaking my shirt and then the pain hit me like a ton of bricks. Black spots filled my vision as I felt my body fall to the floor…the sound of my name being called from somewhere far away as darkness consumed my vision.

Very long Chapter to make up for the really late upload, feel free to leave some constructive criticism and as mentioned before all Imagines and Requests are open :) Thanks for Reading

Rose xx

[dizzeeflower]

astra zeneca covid vaccine side effects - 1st dose

cw/ detailed discussion of medical symptoms, mention of vomit, covid mention

i got my first dose of the vaccine at 10am on saturday 3rd april. it was the oxford astra zeneca vaccine. for the record im 22 years old with asthma

here's an hour by hour diary of the side effects i personally experienced. these side effects are all considered typical of this specific vaccine

side effects hour by hour

the shot: didnt hurt a bit! the flu jab hurts more

in the first 2 hours after the shot i was pretty peppy abt getting rhe shot and made a batch of cookies when i got home but realised i didnt want to eat any, i put it down to not being hungry

3 hours after the shot i had a bagel and felt very nauseous after but didnt throw up

4 hours after the shot and i started feeling random aches in my hips and upper back and suddenly didnt have any energy so i crawled into bed

5 hours after the shot i got a headache. nothing too intense, the kind of headache u get if u didnt sleep enough last night. i also started getting chills despite no temperature drop, put on more layers and crawled under three blankets

6 hours after the shot my entire body started aching. the pain was about a 6/10 altogether so somewhat manageable. also my knuckles started really aching and i thought that was weird

7 hours after the shot i had drunk a litre of water so far which i rlly never do and still needed more. this is when a feverish feeling kicked in, but no actual fever. the body aches were the same pain level but i suddenly had so much less energy that i couldnt get up from bed anymore. trust me i tried

8 hours after the shot the pain was at a solid 7.5/10. i couldnt pick up my switch lite, i couldnt flip mysef over in bed, i couldnt turn my head without wincing

9 hours after the shot the pain was consistent, but my friend made me laugh on voicecall and it hurt so much that i whimpered in pain and started crying. at this point i had an actual fever. unfortunately i dont have a thermometre, but my chest and back and face were burning up. no sweating though, and i had an ice lolly to try to cool down.

10 hours after the shot i threw up said ice lolly and it absolutely killed my body... 8/10 for pain after that. also got some ringing and pressure in my ears but im not sure if that was from the strain of throwing up

11-13 hours after my shot are blurry. The pain got a lot worse at maybe a 9/10. i physically could not stop from crying and wincing and yelling in pain. i wasnt even moving, the pain was just throbbing and stabbing. mostly in my lower back, the back of my head behind my ears, and my hips. i think i got a little bit delirious. i took paracetamol at this point

14-15 hours after my shot i fell asleep for an hour and woke up drenched in sweat. despite the fever, the pain was briefly at a 4/10 which was pleasant. i stayed awake for a while talking to my friend then fell asleep again but not for too long, maybe two hours

18 hours after my shot i woke up again, this time absolutely freezing and shivering so much my teeth were chattering. pain was a 6/10. the site of the injection was swollen and very painful. when i accidentally leaned on my phone with it it felt like i was being jabbed with a needle

19-20 hours after my shot the pain got progressively worse very quickly. it went from a 6 to a 9 again. i panicked a little bit as i didnt have anyone around to help me. (if you are getting the shot make sure you have someone on call just in case u get to this point.) i took more painkillers

21 hours after my shot the pain was at a 7/10 an hour after the painkillers. not pleasant at all, but at least i stopped yelling and crying. my fever was gone but i still felt feverish and was sweating a lot. my head was still throbbing especially behind my ears. by this point id had 2.5 litres of water since my shot - please remember to drink plenty it does help

- that's where im at now, i will reblog with updates -

side note: my mum (49 yrs old, heathy but has smoked for decades) got the same shot at the same time as me literally in the same room. her side effects were later onset than mine (starting around the six hour mark) but they quickly caught up to mine to the point where we were both throwing up at the same time.

the intensity of both our side effects were exactly the same. she was also sobbing and whimpering with the pain at the same time i was (which was honestly rlly hard to hear)

the takeaway

GET THE FUCKING VACCINE this has in no way deterred me from the vaccine or made me regret it, if anything its made me so thankful ive got it because if this is what just the vaccine is doing to me, i honestly cant imagine how excruciating having the actual virus would have been

this is temporary and thats comforting. like it SUCKS im in so much pain, ive not been in this much pain since i had a two week long flu years ago. but this is firstly nowhere near as awful as getting severe covid would be. and secondly its only going to last for a couple days max and its so worth it to know that in a few weeks i'll be helping to stop the spread of this virus just for a few days of fever and bodyaches

please dont let the possibility of a bad experience with side effects deter you from the vaccine. im a complete baby and am terrified of pain and this is pretty scary but nowhere near as scary as my realisation when i was hearing my mum crying from the pain of the vaccine, that i dont know how severe it would have been had she caught the actual virus. i can feel this pain and hear hers and KNOW that it will be over and will make us healthier in the long run. if she was crying from the pain of the live virus, i dont think i would be able to handle it

get vaccinated

[hyuniebaby]

Focus (3)

Pairings: Baekhyun x Y/N x Junmyeon

Genre: a little smut

AU: College student! Baekhyun, Professor! Junmyeon AU, college!au

Warning: masturbation

A/N: This part isn’t as important as the previous part. I just wanted to introduce some of the friends of baek and oc. There’s not much happening, just their friends teasing them. This part also mentions that Baekhyun can’t get oc out of his mind 🤪

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

Baekhyun is a big flirt but he does NOT sleep around. He likes stability. He likes people who are constantly there. So when he woke up after sleeping with you, he didn’t know what to do.

His previous experiences allowed him to stay in bed until his partner wakes up, but you two weren’t in a relationship. Wouldn’t it be too awkward if you woke up cuddled to him? Is he supposed to be a one night stand? He didn’t want to be a one night stand though. Sex with you was mindblowing. He would even dare say it was the best sex of his life.

Baekhyun also dislikes awkward situations. When he’s with his friends usually when something awkward happens, he’d be the first to break the ice. But in this case it was different. Yes, he flirts with you most of the time you’d cross paths but he doesn’t really know you well enough. It was all flirting and no getting-to-know-each-other-deeply. Will you be mad if he left? Will you freak out if he stays? He doesn’t know! It was driving him insane.

But still, he doesn’t like awkward situations so he opts to leave before you wake up. He doesn’t want to be a jerk and just go out and leave though. He wanted to remain friends with you because he’s going to have to spend a whole semester with you. With this in mind, he grabs a pen and paper and writes a note for you quickly, afraid that you’d catch him doing this. If you do, this situation will be more awkward.

When he’s done with the note, he places it on your bedside table. Then he grabs his clothes and quickly wears them. He spares a glance at you before he reaches the door. You looked so peaceful, so beautiful. As if a spell was casted on him, he walks back to your bed and places a kiss on your forehead. And then he leaves.

When he reaches his dorm, he was surprised his roommate, Jongdae was still awake. After all, it was three in the morning. Jongdae squints his eyes on him. “Where have you been?”

“Uhh... I... uh...” Baekhyun doesn’t know how to answer. He scratches the back of his head while he tries to come up with an excuse.

“Nevermind. Tell me about it tomorrow when you’ve gathered your mind.” Jongdae dismisses him. Baekhyun sighs with relief. He goes to his room and lies on his bed. Still tired from the activities that happened, he falls asleep with you in his mind.

Baekhyun dreams of you. He dreams of you sucking him off in his car. Your mouth choking on his dick while you massage his balls. You sucked him off until he came and swallowed all his cum.

He wakes up with a jolt and realized he had a wet dream about you. He stares at the clock and realizes it was already noon, good thing he doesn’t have classes today. He stands up and showers. Thoughts of you still running in his mind. His body instantly reacting to the thoughts of you. As if his body has a mind of its own, he reaches for his member and strokes it.

You were naked and on all fours. You were so wet for him. Baekhyun inserts two of his fingers at once in your pussy. You moan out his name. Once you were fully prepared for him, he slams his dick inside you. He fucks you hard and fast, the bed creaking as he does so. His hands go to your tits, pinching your hard nipples. One of his hands then travels to your clit while the other continues to play with your boob. You were both nearing your climax. You tell him to cum in you. His thrusts go impossibly faster after you say that. After a few thrusts, your walls clench on his shaft. You felt so good.

He moans out your name as he releases. You were driving him crazy. How was he supposed to face you after he masturbated at the thought of you?

When he finished cleaning and dressing himself up, he goes out of his room to grab something to eat.

“The prince has finally woken up,” Jongdae loudly says.

Baekhyun ignores him. He grabs some ramen from the cupboard and starts heating up some water.

Jongdae takes this opportunity to talk to Baekhyun.

“So, what happened last night?”

Baekhyun sighs, he knows Jongdae won’t leave him alone if he doesn’t start talking.

“Last night, you looked...” Jongdae’s eyes widened at the realization, “I know! I know! You got laid!” He exclaims.

Baekhyun nods in confirmation.

“Wait... You have a new girlfriend?”

“No!”

“But you don’t sleep around!”

“I know! That’s why I don’t know what to do in these situations!”

“You’re too pure,” Jongdae coos.

“Fuck off.”

“So who’s the girl?”

“I’m not sure if you know her. You don’t really interact with sophomores.”

Jongdae gives him a look that screams “So what?”

“She’s Y/N.”

“Y/N? As in Y/L/N Y/N? The one with friends who are always dressed to kill? I’ve worked with her before, we trained together for some Chemistry quiz bee or whatever.”

“She was in your quiz bee team?!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jongdae casually says. “But isn’t she too... plain for you?” Jongdae knows Baekhyun’s type. He’s been his friend since high school so he’s basically met every single one of Baekhyun’s past lovers. He knows that Baekhyun adores pretty women. Pretty, sexy, slim. Modelesque.

In Jongdae’s eyes, you were very timid. Smart, timid, simple. He has only ever seen you talk so much whenever you’re with your friends. You don’t even talk unless spoken to. You would never make the first move. Could it be? Could it be that Baekhyun made the first move?

“She’s cute okay!” Baekhyun pouts.

“Fine, fine. Geez. So how was it?” Jongdae moves his eyebrows up and down.

“Fuck off Jongdick.” He turns around to continue making his ramen.

Jongdae laughs out loud at Baekhyun’s lame attempt to insult him.

“Guess I’ll find out myself.” He teases.

Baekhyun has never whipped his head so quickly at a statement. “Don’t you dare!”

Jongdae raises his hands as if surrendering, trying to look serious but failing to wipe the smile off his face. It was either (a) the sex you and Baekhyun shared was amazing or (b) Baekhyun’s getting so whipped about you but he’s oblivious about it, Jongdae thought, but he doesn’t say anything.

He lets Baekhyun be, trying to come up with a plan to approach you. He’s free the whole day after all.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You wake up with a jolt, body feeling sore from yesterday’s activities. The first thing you looked at was your clock. It was 9:00 AM. FUCK, your classes starts at 9:30. You’re going to be late! The ride to your college takes up 20 minutes so you only have 10 minutes to prepare. As much as you wanted to skip shower, you can’t, you were sweaty and sticky. You already know your day is going to go wrong, great, just great.

You try to walk to the bathroom as fast as you can, as fast as anyone can move when their body especially the nether regions is sore. You opt to wear a skirt today, not wanting to go through the pain in wearing jeans. You grab a sweatshirt and put on your shoes and dash outside your house. Disoriented because you were running late, you didn’t even notice the note Baekhyun left on your table.

You ran so fast after paying for the cab, people gave you weird looks. You didn’t care though, afraid you’d get scolded by your professor in Analytical Chemistry. He was old and very strict about time. When someone comes in late, he “targets” them the whole day, asking questions that were far advanced than what should be discussed. It was scary and you don’t need scary today.

You opened the door forcefully and all eyes looked at you. Thank god, your professor wasn’t there yet! You release a breath of relief and sat towards your usual place. Your friends immediately facing you.

“I forgot to set my alarm!” You instantly said before they could ask. It was amusing to them, you were never late.

“It’s okay to be late you know,” Seulgi says.

“And be Mr. Jung’s target? No thanks! I’d rather die.”

Your friends laughed at your exaggeration.

“Look who decided to skip the jeans and finally wear a skirt to class,” Mina notes as she sits beside you. She came in a few minutes after you. She woke up late too but she lives just around the block so she looks a lot less haggard than you did. “You only wear skirts outside the classrom. You look better in it, you should do it more often.”

Before you could respond, all of a sudden Joohyun gasps and your group of friends look at her. “Is that a hickey?” she whisper-yelled while pointing at your neck. All your friends whip their heads to look at you.

Your hands immediately went to cover your neck. “It’s a mosquito bite!”

Of course no one believed your excuse. If you were them, you wouldn’t too. They bombarded you with questions. “Who did it?”, “How was it?”, “Home run?” You were flustered. As if on cue, your professor enters the room. Your friends immediately stopped talking and faced Mr. Jung but not before giving you a look that says “Tell us all about it later.”

You know there was no winning with them. They would tease you all day until you caved in. So you half listened to Mr. Jung’s lecture and half thought of how to tell your friends about it without telling them it was Baekhyun who you slept with.

You didn’t want to dwell so much on Baekhyun because, well, he left before you woke up. And although he had no obligation to stay, you considered him as a friend. And friends talk, right? Just to be clear on how they move forward after that...

You know your friends are crazy about Baekhyun, but quite frankly, they are crazy about all guys who have amazing bodies and stunning smiles like Kim Jongin, Park Chanyeol, even your professors Mr. Kim Junmyeon and Mr. Kim Minseok. You aren’t as vocal as they are but you have to admit, these men have a way of making you feel giddy just by looking at them. If your friends were to know you did it with Baekhyun, they’d be so jealous but they wouldn’t mind. They‘d be supportive. Boys are just boys anyway.

[osterfieldshollandgirl]

Golf Games Part One

            In the summer, your friend and you decided to get a job on a golf course as caddies, hoping to meet cute boys and save up money for university. This job was only supposed to be for the summer, however, with everything going on your job opened after being closed for months. This was a good thing but now this meant that you had to get up early and go to work by 8:30 in the morning. Today seemed like a good day when you woke up in a good mood and you hoped it stayed bubbly all day as your mood gets more tips and requests for you as a caddy meaning a raise. The rule is that you as an employee must wear a mask, however, the golfers did not have to wear a mask. This was not at times. My uniform is not too bad, it consists of polo and black slacks which are quite flattering. I noticed the time is near 7 and I am scheduled to work at 7:45 it seemed like a good idea going early.           

                 I reach the course at 7:20 and taking my time gathering my belongings, I notice a boy looking down at his camera. As I am walking up to the door, I did not notice a person walking and bumped right into their chest causing me to fall forwards falling almost on top of the person. A deep groan comes from the person saying "Oh no my camera"  and I see a camera still in tack and I sigh in relief picking it up as I quickly stand up brushing some grass off of me and hold a hand out for the person to grab. I realize that I have my mask on and am grateful that they could not see my red face. I finally get the nerve to see who it is and I see that this person has red curly hair, brown eyes, and looks around my age, he is attractive. The words that come out of his mouth though not so much. He scuffs and picks himself up and rudely says, "Watch where you are going, you could have hurt either one of us." I feel myself glare a little and add a snarky reply, "I am sorry that I bumped into you, but you could also have looked up from your camera." He looks at me curiously to me talking back and says, "I am sorry sweetheart, but you also could have not been running like a deer in the middle of the road." I laugh sarcastically and say, "Well this is fun, but I have to go to work. Have a pleasant day and hopefully I will not have to see you again." I am walking away as I hear him yell back, "Same goes to you." I can feel his annoying smirk on his face. I shake my head and walk to clock in and realized that I have been assigned to the Hollands and get myself together after that interaction.           

        After getting myself together, I head to the lobby to meet the people I am caddying for and see my friend is helping the other people sadly. I go over to her and explain the whole thing to her as we had the time and she laughs at the end of my story. Offended I ask, "What is so funny?" She answers, "It seems like he kind of flirty with you in a sarcastic way. I think it's cute that you stood up for yourself though." Letting the words sink into my head, I hear my name as I bid goodbye to her and walk towards a group of people somewhat near my age. I hear and "This is your caddy who will take care of you, Y/n. She is a great person please do not feel afraid to ask her for anything." My boss finished and walked away. As I am packing up the cart, I hear "Oh great it's you again." I roll my eyes knowing exactly who is behind me. I turn around and notice all the boys are not wearing masks so I can see their handsome faces. The one with beautiful brown eyes and curly brown hair smiles and rolls his eyes at the boy making me laugh a little. He walks over and stops at a safe distance, "I am sorry for his attitude, I am Tom, that idiot is Harry, and the blue-eyed boy is Harrison." I smile and realize that they cannot see it and say, "Hi I am Y/n, nice to meet you." I hear Harry scuff and ignore him as I head to go drive the golf cart Tom stops me. I freeze and look up and say, "Is something wrong?" He shakes his head and flirts, "Is it possible if I drive the cart, you can sit and enjoy the view" winking at me as he finishes his sentence. I blush and nod, as I go to sit down in the back of the cart, I feel someone looking at me and have a feeling it is Harry.        

          Throughout the game, it is hard not to check out the boys and admire how good they are at the game at such a young age. At first, everything was okay until I went to bend down to get a ball and a boy who is too privileged for his good walking by whistled and said, "Why don't you come to join my group, I can make your day" winking at me, I gasp in disgust and see Tom walk over quickly. He wraps an arm around my waist, and I blush underneath my mask as he says, "Do not disrespect a woman like that especially a beautiful one like her. So, I kindly suggest you walk away." I am shaking underneath his touch and he sensed it as he pulls me closer causing me to become less shaky and calmed down. Others are now walking by and observing the interaction. The group walks away as they see this is causing a scene and that Tom is much stronger than them all combined. I turn completely around and hug Tom tightly as I feel tears down my face. He pulls away and pulls down my mask slightly wipe the tears then adjusting it properly. He smiles and says, "I am sorry that happened to you. I feel sick that people are like that. Now let's move on and I will teach you how to play golf the correct way." I laugh and nod as we walk over, I sense that the others were watching and go pack to move on to the other whole. On the cart ride Harry looks over and I see guilt and embarrassment in his eyes, I look away and sigh to myself. After Tom parked the cart and I could get off, a hand grabs my wrist, and I am pulled aside.     

                Harry clears his throat and says, "I am sorry for being rude to you this morning, I had no right to act like that. What happened back there was wrong, and I should have done something, but Tom came to the rescue which benefited you." I scuff and retort, "I do not see how this is an apology as you are thinking that I set that up to be protected. This is not the first time that has happened, and my work does not allow me to talk back. Excuse me for appreciating someone who stands up for something wrong." I walk back towards Tom and Harrison taking a deep breath, leaving a confused and bitter Harry behind. As I reach Tom and before he could ask what is wrong, Harry comes storming over and says, "You have no right to assume that I would not protect a girl and snapping at me like that was unnecessary. I think we should ignore each other and just finish up this round and be done for the day." I am speechless as I look at the ground and see only blur thinking how this day could get possibly worse until Tom asks one question to which I must answer honestly.

              Tom asks gently, "What did you say to Harry's love?" I take a deep breath and answer hesitantly, "He 'apologized' and in the same sentence said I set up the incident to gain protection from you guys. I just said that I can not talk back and you protecting me was appreciated. He did not do anything, so it is not fair for me to be judged like that." I wait for the response to be agreeing but it goes the opposite and Tom in a monotone voice says, "I can see your point but also his point is valid. I need to be careful, but I did what was right for me. Talking back like that was a bit rude." My reaction immediately was to snap back which I did unconsciously, "I cannot believe that you are taking his side. I can not protect myself due to rules, but I thought the way you protected me you were on my side. You and Harry are as bad as those guys. Not you Harrison though you are decent." "Love, that is not what I meant- "he starts before I shake my head and nod saying bluntly, "I have a feeling I will not need any golf lessons after this. Let's just move on so this is over please." I hear them get into the cart and not being able to be near any of them I walk alongside and ignore their pleas for me to sit. 

        They are finally at the last hole and the last hour has been torture whereas before it was full of laughter and fun, it is now sadness and awkward tension. Tom will try to talk but I answer respectfully with short answers and will ask them ever so often if they would like anything and stay quiet for the rest of the time. Harrison walked with me instead of going in the cart after we cleaned up and headed back to the lounge area. He was humming to himself and I couldn't help but blurt out, "You smell really good." He laughs and says, "Thank you love" and I am taken back by his voice it's a bit deeper than the others. He compliments back, "I am impressed with how you stood up for yourself back there. They both should not have ganged up on you. However, you should also understand Harry is a different person, so you are talking back makes him more edged on. He seems to take a liking in you though." I laugh slightly shaking my head and ask, "How he yelled at me in front of you just now?" He looks at me knowingly, "He also would look and check up on you when you were not looking. I assure you two do make sense but the chemistry between you both is real and electric. I wish I could find something like that." Smiling and looking at him slight flirting, "Well you are very handsome, so any girl is lucky. Those blue eyes make me feel dreamy." 

         He smiles shyly slightly blushing and says cutely, "Wow, Harry is lucky you are beautiful and caring." I blush and jokingly lean on Harrison as we walk for a second making us laugh. We walk by each other's side and I test the theory and see Harry watching us from afar as they pass by us as we are reaching the lounge, I wave to break the tension to which he looked away. At the lounge, the boys start to walk away, and hoping Tom would come to say something to me is rejected as he goes to talk to my boss. I feel anxious about what it could be about and what makes it worse is that Harry is talking to my friend in a flirtatious way. She is giggling and making him smile making me more annoyed until Harrison puts his hands-on shoulder causing me to jump and turn to him. He looks down at me as he much taller than me and says, "Listen he is trying to make you jealous because he saw us flirting a little so either we make it look real or tell the truth." I smile up at him as our masks are allowed to be off at this point and say, "Game On" and intertwined our hands together making sure that Harry sees making him more envious.

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What is a doppelganger? It is the ghostly double of a living person. The following doppelganger stories are supposed to be true and happened to real people.

1. I Was The Doppelganger

One morning, I was asleep in my bedroom when I was awakened by my brother yelling at me from downstairs and asking what I was doing. I got out of bed and went downstairs to see what he wanted. The moment he saw me coming down the stairs, his face went pale and there was a look of shock and fear in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” I asked. Just then, I heard the bathroom door at the end of the hallway slam shut. It was strange because we were the only two in the house. My brother said he had just seen me walk by him less than a minute ago and as I passed by I had given him a creepy smile. That was why he yelled at me and asked what I was doing. He said I didn’t pay any attention to him and just kept walking down the hallway. When he turned around, he saw me coming down the stairs and got the shock of his life. We ran down the hallway and checked the bathroom, but it was empty…

2. Mom? Mom? Mom?

One night, when I was 9 years old, I woke up around 3 AM and saw my mom standing in doorway of my bedroom. Something wasn’t quite right. Something about her was off. She looked pale… almost see-through… and she was just standing there in my doorway, staring at the wall.

“Mom?” I asked in a worried voice. She started moving towards my bed very, very slowly, and the whole time I kept asking, “Mom? Mom? Mom?” but she never answered. When she finally reached the head of my bed, she reached out to me very, very slowly and just as she was about to touch me, she suddenly vanished.

I immediately freaked out and scrambled out of bed in a panic. I ran to my parents’ room and when I opened their door, I saw both of my parents lying in bed, fast asleep. To this day, it still creeps me out when I remember that… thing… coming towards me very, very slowly…

3. The Garage Roof

I was 10 years old and I was playing hide-and-seek with my older sister in the backyard. When I finished counting, I started to look for her. I was surprised to find her crouching on the garage roof. She was just staring down at me and grinning from ear to ear. I thought it was strange and yelled at her to “come down!” She didn’t move a muscle. She just stayed there grinning down at me. Just then, I heard someone behind ask, “Who are you talking to?” I turned around and my sister was standing there. To this day, I have no idea who or what it was crouching on the garage roof. Our house is over 50 years old and a long time ago, someone apparently died in a fire in that garage. You can still see burn marks in the old wood…

4. The Other Me

My friends and I once spent the night in a haunted hotel. It was the Congress Plaza in Chicago. There were three of us altogether – myself and my two friends who were girls. We booked a twin room, so I slept in one bed and they slept in the other.

When we woke up in the morning, one of my friends was being really quiet. Her face was pale and she was trembling. We asked her what was wrong, but she didn’t want to tell us. After some coaxing, she said “It was probably just a dream… I’m sure it was… It had to be a dream…”

She said she had woken up in the middle of the night. The room was in darkness. She saw me standing there in the dark. I was facing the wall and had my back to her, so she couldn’t see m face. She said she sat up in bed and called my name, but I didn’t respond. She asked me what I was doing, but I didn’t answer her. Then, she looked over at my bed and saw me under the covers, sleeping peacefully. When she looked back across the room, the other me was gone.

5. What Are You Talking About? He’s Right Here

I woke up in the middle of the night and heard a noise downstairs. When I walked out of my room, I saw my dad in the hallway downstairs. He was sort of slumped over and he was opening the front door. I just stood there and watched him as he walked outside and sat down on the sidewalk. I watched him through the window. He was just sitting there, staring up at a tree. There was no expression on his face. He looked really pale… almost translucent. I got scared and went to my parents’ room to wake up my mom. I asked her why dad was sitting outside. “What are you talking about?” she said, “He’s right here!” I looked over and my dad was lying asleep in the bed beside her. It still terrifies me when I think about it…

6. Grade School Doppelganger

This happened to me when I was in third grade, and it scared me so much I started crying and had to go to the office to talk to the principal about it. I was in the hallway and my friend came walking out of the classroom to my right. He passed right in front of me and we said “Hi” to each other before he headed down the stairs. About 20 seconds later, he walked out of the same classroom, passed in front of me, and headed down the stairs. I just stared at him, confused and afraid. He stared back at me with a puzzled expression on his face.

7. Green Shirt and Denim Jeans

One day, I was home alone and lying on the couch, taking a nap. I heard the garage door slam and my brother walked by. The weird thing about it was that my brother didn’t say a word. He just turned his head and smiled at me. It was a very strange, unnerving smile. He was grinning from ear to ear. I thought it was odd, but I didn’t think much more about it. I hadn’t seen my brother all day and I noticed he was wearing a green shirt and denim jeans.

Three hours later, my parents came home and my brother was with them. I turned to my mom and said, “But… he was here a few hours ago.” My mother gave me a strange look. “I just picked him up,” she said. “He hasn’t been home all day.” And what was my brother wearing? Of course… A green shirt and denim jeans.

8. Mommy is Floating

When my son was 2 years old, he would often get up in the morning and wander around the house before my wife and I were awake. One morning, when I woke up, I came downstairs to find him standing in the kitchen. He was pointing at something and laughing. I asked him what he was pointing at and he said, “Mommy is floating in the kitchen.”

I didn’t think much about it at the time, but an hour later, my wife came downstairs. She said she had just woken up from a very strange dream. In the dream, she found herself floating out of her body and she rememebered floating down the stairs and into the kitchen… Freaky.

9. Who Was That Guy?

I was 24 and I worked at an office. One morning, my alarm didn’t go off and I overslept. When I woke up, I was already 30 minutes late for work. I got dressed as fast as I could and raced to my office, worried that I would be fired for being late. I made it to the office, parked my car and ran into the building. As I stepped off the elevator, I noticed people giving me weird looks. Everyone was staring at me. I started to panic because it was as if they all knew I was going to be fired or something.

When I saw my desk, things started to go from weird to terrifying. Someone was sitting in my cubicle, typing on the computer. It was a man. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder. Our eyes met and I felt the blood freeze in my veins. The man sitting at the desk was me. He had the same clothes, the same hair, the same face. He looked at me, startled, and then started to frantically pack up his papers. As I was walking towards him, he suddenly darted out of the cubicle and ran around the corner. I ran after him, hoping to catch him, but as I turned the corner, there was nobody there. Even worse, everyone was looking at me like I was crazy.

I checked the entire office, but there was no trace of him. I asked my workmates who had been at my desk, but they all said my desk had been empty all morning. They hadn’t seen anyone. I felt like I was going crazy, because no one else saw this guy who looked exactly like me sitting at my desk. The way he ran away, it was as if he were doing something he shouldn’t have been doing. I went into the bathroom and splashed some water on my face. I remember looking at my reflection in the mirror and feeling very uneasy at the sight of it.

This was one of the creepiest moments of my life. I quit my job at the end of the week and never went back. It’s been years since that incident, but I still find looking at my own reflection in a mirror strangely unsettling.

10. Dad’s Double

My dad used to work the night shift. He had to get up at 3 AM every morning to got to work. I would sometimes wake up and go downstairs to give him a hug before he left. One morning, when I was about 4 years old, I got to the bottom of the stairs and noticed that the front door was standing ajar. When I opened it, I saw my father walking down the driveway to his truck. He was dressed in his work uniform. I called out to him and asked him come back and give me a hug before he left. He slowly turned around and just STARED at me. He was giving me such a strange look that I started to get scared. I began crying and asking him what was wrong. He didn’t answer and just kept walking towards me.

Just before he reached me, I felt a pair of arms grab me from behind. I turned around and freaked out when I saw my father behind me. He was dressed in his work uniform and was staring at his doppleganger. The double took one look at my dad and ran down the driveway. My dad pulled me into the house and locked the door. I would have dismissed this as just my overactive 4-year old imagination, but my father also witnessed it. He refuses to talk about it, but my mom told me he was so freaked out that he didn’t go to work that day and she spent the day reassuring him that he wasn’t nuts

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Emergency Room (BTS X READER)-20

A/N: If you have any questions or suggestions please let me know!! Here is chapter 20, I hope you all like it (I’m not confident about this one)!!

Y/n's POV:

Weeks have passed by, I have recovered fully 2 weeks ago. I returned to work just last week. B/F/N has also now fully recovered 2 weeks ago and will start working as a Cardio surgeon tomorrow.  This will be her 1st year as a resident and I couldn't be happier. Since I have the day off, Taehyung had asked me to dinner this evening and I was so excited.  As soon as I woke up, my mom had made B/F/N and me breakfast. We all sat down to eat and while we ate, my mother said, "I think It is time for me to get a job." "Why mom?" I asked. "I want to work and help out, instead of being at home," she said. "Where do you plan to work?" I asked. "At the library down the street, they are looking for someone and I will only work for 6 hours a day and 4 days a week." She said. "Okay, even though you don't have to, If its something you want to do, do it. I will be checking on you when I am not working," I said and kissed her head as I was putting my dishes in the sink. "It is sweetheart, Plus I already applied and got the job, either way, I was going to go," she said and we laughed. "When do you start?" I asked. "In an hour," she said. "Alright, well I don't want you to be late, so get dressed and good luck," I said and she got dressed and left.

* time pass*

It was now 7 pm, my mom had just gotten home and was making food with B/F/N. I was putting on my shoes when I heard the doorbell. I was wearing a casual dress with a pair of heels, but not too tall because I didn't want my feet to hurt that much. "Mom, I'll be back in a couple of hours," I said as I opened the door. Taehyung stood there with a smile on his face. He was wearing a nice dress shirt with slacks and his hair was pushed back. "You look beautiful, are you ready? oh hi Mrs. L/N." Taehyung said as he saw my mom standing behind me. "Thank you, you look nice too. Alright, mom, I gotta go," I said. "Okay bye you two, be safe." We said goodbye and we were on our way to the restaurant. Once we got there, we quickly got seated and ordered. We talked and then our food arrived. Once we were done eating, Taehyung had ordered dessert for both of us. Then our mini dessert came. "So, Y/N, I have been wanting to ask, will you.." Taehyung said but was interrupted by  someone "Omg someone help!!" We both got up and look in the direction of the person who was yelling and saw someone holding their chest. We ran up and Taehyung said, "We are doctors let us help." he said and we soon began to help. "rapid heartbeat, someone calls the medics, sir can you tell me what you are feeling?" Taehyung said. "My chest and arm hurt," he said out of breath. "Alright he is having a heart attack," he said and ems soon arrived. They left and Taehyung and I soon followed. I paged Hoseok as soon as we arrived at the hospital.

Soon Hoseok arrived and took the man into surgery. We then went to the waiting room to inform them. Then, we went to the E.R. to check out and see if everything was running well which it was. Then Hana, Jimin's sister, saw us. "What are you doing here? Aren't you guys on a date?" she said. "We were but someone had a heart attack and we came to the hospital and helped him, but Hoseok said he would take over," I said and she nodded. "Well, you guys should go, It is getting late now," she said and I looked at my watch. "Oh, you're right its almost midnight," Taehyung said and soon we both left. Once we got to my place, Taehyung opened my side of my car door and I thanked him. Once we reached the front door, Taehyung said, "Well, since I wasn't able to ask you at the restaurant, ill ask you her. umm y/n would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?" he asked as he was holding flowers that look beautiful. "Yess, I will!" I said and hugged him. He then kissed me as well.  we then pulled apart and I asked "where did you get these flowers?" "A magician never reveals his secrets," he said and we both laughed. "Alright then I will see you tomorrow love, get some sleep," he said as he kissed me one last time. "Goodnight tae," I said and soon I went inside and he left. I told my mom and my best friend and they were so happy for me. Soon we all headed to bed.

Next day~

I got to work earlier because I went to show B/F/N the hospital and she soon met hoseok who then began to guide her. I was currently in the pediatrics side of the hospital as I was going to help jungkook with surgery today. We were both talking outside while looking at the child paperwork. Then, I felt hands go around my waist and I panicked and moved, Then I looked at who it was. "Oh, Tae, you scared me. I thought it was an old creep," I said and hugged. "Next time, warn me please." i said and he nodded and kissed me. We pulled apart an Jungkook coughed. "Are you two official?" he said. "Yes, we are." I said. "I am so happy for you. I wish you two the best and if Taehyung breaks your heart, I won't hesitate to beat him up." Jungkook said Taehyung nodded and I chuckled. "Y/n , we should go talk to the parents before surgery." Jungkook said and I nodded. "I'll see you later." I said and gave him a quick peck. He smiled and walked away. Then Jungkook and I walked to the patients room.

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Thanks for the tag @wr0temyway0ut :))

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

1) Last Night I Told You I Love You (Woke Up Blamed It On The Vodka)

Alex wasn’t sure what Willie was expecting when they insisted last night that they could do shots of whiskey without flinching no problem, but to him, the way they were groaning and pulling a pillow over their head wasn’t surprising in the least.

2) Flower Gleam And Glow

Alex had never really thought he’d had a thing for long hair before he’d met Willie

3) I’m Not Sick, I Took All My Vitamins

Bobby had expected that living in a house with nine people, six of whom were regularly medicated and two of whom enjoyed planning everything to the hour would make remembering things like putting in an order for his repeat prescription easier.

4) Road Work Ahead? Uh yeah, I Sure Hope It Does

“Hey, hey,” Bobby yelled, scrambling up onto their table. “Guys! Lads! We’re at a bachelor party! Someone has to get married!”

5) So I’ll Just Write What I Feel Down (And Hope The Masses Sing Aloud)

Rose cries more than he does, at first.

6) Inside And Out She’s Better Than I Am

Bobby doesn’t ever remember a time before Carrie.

7) When you breathe, my own lungs fill with air

When Luke had decided to start pulling Saturday shifts at the chemists in town, he had not been expecting Bobby Wilson.

8) I Can See The Way Painted Beneath The Moon

Reggie had never really meant to get into smoking.

9) You’re Ripped At Every Edge (But You’re A Masterpiece)

The way they figure it out is… unorthodox, for sure.

10) All Your Lights Are Red But I’m Green To Go

Bobby had always been an acts-of-service kinda guy

11) Bobble and Nickinald Versus The Chronic Stupidity of Alloromantics

The problem with having crushed on all of his (male) band members at some point was that Alex’s metric for the normal way to feel about them was kind of… fucked, to say the least

12) This Is Why Mom Doesn’t Fucking Love You

The second Principle Lessa announced that the theme for this year’s annual senior music showcase was Battle of the Bands, Julie knew she had multiple problems.

13) Resistance Is Futile (If <1 Ohm)

If Alex was being honest with himself - and he wasn’t often, because time that could be spent processing his mom’s expression when he’d announced that he was gay just as she dropped him off outside the junior dorm building could also be sent processing the weird way his professor had explained the Chandrasekhar limit at the end of last semester - he kind of hated physics

14) I Defined, I Designed

Alex has talked to Reggie about it before

15) Your Hands Protect The Flames From The Wild Winds Around You

The first time that Bobby realised that the weird feeling in his stomach whenever he looked at his boys was love, he was fourteen and so far into his dad’s secret bottle of vodka that he couldn’t quite parse out the text Alex had sent to the group chat following Bobby’s rambling essay explaining why he thought he might be ace that just said “I love you”, even though he’d reread it so many times since it had arrived at midnight that Bobby could probably write songs that near-rivalled Luke’s about the way the pixels fit together.

16) Too Dumb To Learn From Past Experience

When they’d woken up as ghosts, Reggie hadn’t really had time to register that it didn’t hurt when one of his boys touched him, including himself, because Julie was screaming and he hated screaming, and his zip had dug into his ribs, and his mind was still a whirling mess of it’s always been the four of us.

17) Morosexual Cubed

The first time Reggie hid from his parents while they were fighting he was six, and although he knew rationally that neither of them would ever hurt him, last week he’d tried to ask them to please, stop yelling and just talk it out, like you always tell me to, and his dad had glared at him so viciously that there wasn’t a single night since that Reggie hadn’t dreamed of being chased by some six armed monster wearing his dad’s face, so he’d decided the best place to be was as far away from them as possible.

18) Three Princes and The Frog

Sometimes, Bobby liked to watch his boys interact and think about what it would be like if he was part of… whatever it was they were so clearly hiding from him.

19) One Kiss And I Fell Under Your Spell

Alex hadn’t meant to let it go this far, he really hadn’t.

20) I’ve Never Seen Someone Quite This Strange Before

For some reason, Alex always preferred to go to Bobby when he was having a bad day.

Ngl don’t rly see any patterns, but my favourite is prolly no.13 bc it’s a fucking mood

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Behind the Curtain - 2

| Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | Epilogue | 

Updates are Sundays at 5pm PST!

Characters: Choi Youngjae x You Genre: Smut Warning(s): Stuffing, Water Inflation, Bondage  Word Count: 2,577

**Hello My Lovelies!! 

I am adding an extra warning/recommendation here. Body inflation is a very graphic and intense kink. It is classified as an extreme kink for a reason. If you want to brave reading it or learn more about what it is, feel free to read the chapter and enjoy. 

If inflation is not a kink you enjoy reading about or it makes you uncomfortable, I would recommend 1 of 2 things. Either read just the beginning of this chapter until the point where Youngjae takes you to his room and know that the rest is intense inflation smut (I’ll add ** there to show the divide), or just skip this chapter altogether. It is mentioned in future chapters if he is light or dark so don’t worry about missing out on that. 

I also want to ask you, please don’t write off my entire series from this one intense kink chapter. I wanted to challenge myself by writing one chapter on an extreme kink that I don’t see often and after some research I decided on this one. The other chapters have kinks/sexual situations that are much more “main stream” and even if they aren’t your thing I think you’ll enjoy them. 

Thanks! ~LoLo**

You knew that you needed to work your way up to some of the more closed off members, especially since you didn’t really have to do any work to seduce Mark and learn more about him. What you needed was to build up experience to be able to break the walls of someone as powerful as Got7′s head kingpin by the end of the week. Tomorrow would have to be someone you knew you could easily seduce.

Who better to start with than Mr. Innocence and Sunshine himself.

Your dreams were filled with thoughts of Mark, but when you woke up the next morning to the sound of your violent alarm, you knew that you needed to be filly focused on the next member on your list. Choi Youngjae.

After careful thought, you decided to try to get Youngjae alone in either your office or his. If he was sure you were alone, you thought he would easily cave to your flirting and things could get heated quickly. You tied your hair up in a purposely messy bun, a few tendrils of hair falling along your neck, and made sure to put on just enough makeup that your eyes and lips really popped, but it didn’t look out of the ordinary for you. You wanted his attention on your best features to really pull him in. 

After putting on your finishing touches, you left your room and sought out Youngjae. After spending most of the morning looking for him, finding his office and normal hang outs void of his presence, you found out he was off base doing a business deal and wouldn’t be back until dinner time. 

You continued on with your day like normal until dinner time. You usually sat with the other advisors in the cafeteria but decided to sit alone today not too far from the table reserved for the 7 leaders. 

You sat picking at your food, watching as people came and went, not seeing Youngjae at all. You waited almost two hours at that table, lost in a daze before a familiar voice shocked you out of your thoughts.

“And I thought I’d be eating alone this late.” Youngjae smiled as he set 2 very full trays down and took the seat next to you. 

“Oh..” you said pretending to be frazzled, “what time is it?”

Youngjae laughed at your confusion, it wasn’t like you. “It’s almost 8:30.” He smiled as he took a bite of his food and pushed one of the two trays in front of you.

“What’s this?” You asked as you looked at the hot food in front of you. 

“You’re dinner.” He smiled, “The cafeteria worker said you’ve been here for hours. Your food must be freezing by now.”

“Thank you… but I’m fine,” you said as you began to fidget with this food as well. “Plus this could feed 3 of me!” you laughed gently as you smiled at him. 

“Nope,” Youngjae said as he took his own fork and held a bite of food up to your mouth. “Ahh” He cutely said as he opened his mouth, asking you to mimic him. You laugh and roll your eyes as you play along. He continues to feed you dinner in between his own bites. You can’t help but think at how cute it is. 

“I’m getting full Youngjae,” You say as he  holds up another bite for you to eat, almost half of your tray gone at this point. “I should stop.”

“You’re going to turn down food from one of your bosses?” He asked cutely “One of your bosses who is even willing to feed it to you?” He raised his eyebrows and wiggled the fork in front of you, looking so happy to be there with you. “I can have a few more bites.”  You smiled, not wanting to upset him, especially if you needed to stay on his good side to seduce him later. 

A few bites turned into you finishing your entire tray and you think Youngjae might have snuck some of his food to you as well. You stopped seeing him take bites a while ago. You felt so full, you didn’t know how you ate that much. 

“I can’t believe I ate that much,” You said taking a breath and looking down seeing your stomach was bloated, stretching your shirt. You immediately tried to hide it in embarrassment. You were supposed to be seducing Youngjae, and this was not the way to do that

“Y/N,” he said smiling, “We aren’t done yet! We haven’t had dessert!” He got up before you could protest and grabbed both of you milkshakes and large pieces of chocolate cake.

“I appreciate it, Youngjae, I really do, but I don’t think I could eat another bite if it tried. I’m so full.” He just smiled, handing you the plate and glass, making you take it with hesitation.

“Aren’t you the one who told us before that there is always room for dessert?” He smiled, “I thought you had a separate dessert stomach.” He took a bite of his cake and smiled at you as he chewed.

"I did say that before," you nervously smiled as you looked at the food in front of you. It looked like Youngjae had gotten you a piece of cake much bigger than his. You needed to be careful with eating this, especially if you wanted to still go through with your plan today. You just couldn’t say no to Youngjae. You could see why he was in charge of business deals for the gang.

"Now be a good girl and eat!" He smirked. 

You took the fork again in your hands, preparing to take in the last slice. It was just one more thing before you could stop and try to move forward with your plan. Youngjae watched you closely as you took in every bite of the chocolatey, spongy mass. After forcing down every last bite you looked over at Youngjae and smiled. 

“It was really good,” You started, “I’m amazed I finished it.” Youngjae smiled brightly at you as he reached for your milkshake at put it in front of you, looking anxiously at you to drink it.

“You can’t forget to wash it down with something.” He took a sip of his own shake and when you tried to refuse, he pouted and put the straw up to your lips and was so cute you couldn’t refuse. You had to stay on his good side tonight, even if it meant you’d be a bit sick from over-eating later.

As you caved and began to drink your shake, a smirk on Youngjae’s face widened to a devious grin as he quickly looked away and got up to clear the rest of the table. 

“I’ll be right back,” He speak-sang as he headed over towards the food line again. 

"You better not be getting more food!” You yelled at him as playfully as you could, “I'm so full, I can't take it" You thought you heard Youngjae whine or moan at that comment and you were confused. "I’m serious, Youngjae! I can feel everything inside me wanting to come back out." 

Youngjae said something to the cafeteria worker and she nodded before leaving. You realized then that the cafeteria was completely empty except for you and Youngjae. He slowly walked over to you and placed a gentle hand on your distended belly.

"My good girl ate every single bite without a serious complaint," Youngjae says as he leans in and kisses your neck, nipping a little. “Let’s go back to my room for a bit, we can have some more fun.”

You tried to get up and realized you were so full you were struggling to get out of the cafeteria bench. 

“Let me carry you.” He whispered as his lips ghosted your ear. He reached down and picked you up, taking you out of the cafeteria. You were sleepy from the food and were drifting off in the warmth of his arms as he took you to his room. 

**

You woke up in shock, not knowing how much time had passed. You were in Youngjae’s room, and you went to call out to him, only to realize that there was something in your mouth and you couldn’t speak. You were still fully clothed, but your hands and legs were also tied to his bed. 

“Welcome back,” Youngjae smirked as he stood before you in just low sitting sweat pants. “You were so cute, I decided not to wake you. It’s only been like 20 minutes.” He laughed as his eyes wandered your body. He walked over to you and pressed a kiss on your bloated belly. “I’m amazed you could eat that much, I didn’t think I’d get you to eat even half of it.” He winked at you before fidgeting with something next to the bed. “My powers of persuasion must be better than I thought.” 

You were confused. This whole time, you were planning to seduce Youngjae, and he was doing the same to you?

“You know,” he started as he sat next to you on the bed, “I’ve always had a thing for you,” he laughed as he continued to fidget next to the bed, “I just knew that there was something about you I wanted to experience and I think I finally found it.”

He had something in his hand you couldn’t see. 

“I have a proposition for you my dear,” he smiled, “I want to play with you more. Push your limits. Do you trust me?” He asked, a spark of danger in his eyes. 

You could nod or shake your head. If you agree god knows what he’ll do to you, but if you say no, you won’t see the other side of him.

You think about it for a moment, but remember that the agency you actually work for has trained you to do anything that the mission requires.

You nod your head, nervous but excited to see this side of Mr. Sunshine. Youngjae smirked as he held up a tube that was attached to a nearby faucet. 

He lowered the hose into your mouth and you heard some clicking noises as he clipped it into place so you couldn’t spit it out. He carefully guided the hose down down your throat, “We can’t have you drowning,” he smiled as he did some final adjustments to the tools attached to the tube. 

“Here we go,” he smiled brightly as he turned on the faucet, causing the slightly warm water to go down your throat and into your already bloated stomach.

You grunted in confusion as the water began to force its way into you. You didn’t have to do much work of swallowing the water, as the position of the hose did that for you. It just kept going, filling you up.

You could see your stomach starting to swell even more as Youngjae licked his lips, his erection becoming more noticeable in his pants.

A wave of nausea hit you, signaling that your stomach was starting to reach its max capacity, but as Youngjae saw you squirm, he massaged your belly and the sensation passed with time. You didn’t think you could take anymore and tried to spit out the hose, but you couldn’t.

Youngjae chuckled evilly, laying his hands on your stomach, feeling it rise as it began to stretch more to accommodate the water. Soon your skirt was tearing at the seams and your shirt was stretched farther than you thought it could. You kept squirming against the tube trying to get it out, but Youngjae made no movements to stop the water from flowing. 

“We can get you a bit bigger before we shut it off.” He said as his eyes wandered over your body. You didn’t believe him, when you started the evening you had a nearly flat stomach, and you now looked nearly 3 months pregnant. 

You could see Youngjae’s cock twitch under his pants and he moved under your skirt, sticking his fingers inside of you and stretching you out, causing a moan to escape your lips. He removed his sweatpants and then grabbed on to both of your legs and put the tip of his manhood between your legs. 

“Ready for what I’ve always wanted to do with you?” he smirked as he sheathed his throbbing cock in your heat. You moaned in both pain and pleasure as Youngjae stilled to catch his breath.

“Jesus you’re fucking tight. You never get dick before?” He grunted as he thrusted into you again.

You could feel the water move through to your intestinal tract, causing  you to swell even more. 

“Ahhh God damn, loosen up baby girl, you’re gonna snap me in two” he chuckled as he thrusted into you again and again.

Your belly now bulged out much farther than you had ever thought it could, and it began to truly ache from the pressure inside. It felt like being a living water balloon. 

Youngjae’s eyes were locked on your belly, it looked as if you were closer to 6 months pregnant now and you really didn’t think you could stretch any more.

“Ahhh  good girl…That’s it…” he moaned, rubbing his veiny hands against your huge, distended tummy. The strain of the stretch was evident on both the taut skin of your belly, and the pained expression on your face. You breathed heavily through your nostrils, a sharp stabbing sensation running through your torso.

“What’s the matter, getting a little tight for you?” He chuckled as he pulled  out and shut off the hose, removing it from your mouth. “We don’t want you popping now do we.” He took the tube and clamp out of your mouth and roughly kissed you as he picked up speed. This time, with no break between the thrusts, he began a solid rhythm. Your bodies met and smacked, your overly full belly jiggled with each thrust, the water in you sloshing about with the rough pace Youngjae was setting. 

Youngjae thrusted faster and deeper. “That’s my girl. Nice and big for me.” He kept running his hands over your belly. “If we do this again I know I can get you bigger next time.” He licked his lips as he kept going, the fullness causing friction that was bringing you to your edge. 

Your orgasm suddenly hit you hard and Youngjae let your clenching heat bring him almost to his release. He pulled out at the last minute and came all over your large belly. 

After catching his breath, he licked his cum off of you and undid your restraints. “Do you want help to your room? You can’t stay here tonight.” He looked distant now, and helped walk you to your room down the hall, your legs too weak to support your body on their own. 

Youngjae practically threw you on the bed before walking away, “I’ll tell the others you are sick tomorrow. You’ll be back to normal in a day or so.” His tone was so cold and uncaring. You couldn’t believe that the man who was seemingly so sweet before was actually so rough. 

You hugged yourself, knowing that you’d be horribly sick tomorrow and would have to take a day off from your plan to seduce G7. You’d just have to double up one day to make up for it. This wasn’t the plan, but you had to think on the fly. That’s what the agency paid you for.

This was miserable, but you now knew that Youngjae was too dark to save. Anyone who can flip personalities that quickly isn’t stable enough to re-train. One day of hell to get that valuable information was worth it. 

One other thing you did know for sure… a trip to see the gang doctor wouldn’t be so far-fetched after taking a day off for an upset stomach.

Park Jinyoung. You’re next. 

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Hello My Lovelies!!

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You & Me : chapter 45

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

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Chapter 45 : His chapter

NIALL

August 16th, 2018

I didn't know exactly what woke me up but I just turned around in bed, wrapping my arm around Liv's body and moving a bit closer before trying to fall back asleep. Unfortunately, my phone started vibrating on my bedside table and I groaned when I realized I forgot to put it on mute before falling asleep. I couldn't remember how long how making love session had lasted and I couldn't even remember when I actually fell asleep.

I grimaced and sighed before turning around and reaching out for my phone, searching for it with my eyes closed. My fingers finally gripped it and I decided to sit up, rubbing my eyes as I tried to read the message I had received. I noticed Louis' face next to the message and I frowned. It's not that Louis never texted me but I was still surprised to see that notification, especially so early in the morning.

'Had fun last night? 😏' was all he had sent me along with a link.

I turned to look at Olivia who was still deeply asleep, laying on her stomach, with the covers just over her butt and I finally got out of bed slowly and gently, making sure I wouldn't wake her up. I walked to the kitchen, letting out a yawn as I passed my hand in my messy hair, and decided to make coffee as I clicked on the link.

I frowned when I recognize my living room and I saw myself get up from the couch, suddenly realizing it was my instagram live from the night before. i frowned more, wondering why Louis would send me the link since I couldn't remember saying or doing anything remotely bad but when Olivia's legs appeared in the screen, I realized my mistake. I had probably not stopped the live properly and my heart jumped in my chest, trying to remember what exactly we had said and done right after.

I heard my girlfriend tell me I was a good person and groaned low again when I heard myself ask her if it turned her on. No one could see us kiss since the laptop was placed on the coffee table and we were standing up but even if I was whispering, the words "I'm gonna miss you so much." could easily be heard before she replied that she was going to miss me more.

"Fucking hell..." I whispered as I blinked a few times, staring at the screen where we could clearly see me leading Liv in the hall as she stepped back, our lips attached to each other's as we made out.

She hit the wall and we both laughed as I let out a 'clumsy ass!' the way I always did before an 'I love you' escaped my lips. I felt my heart jump in my chest knowing so many people had actually witnessed something so personal and I swallowed before sighed and passing my hand in my hair again. We disappeared from the screen as the sound of a door being closed could be heard and I realized the video lasted 4 more minutes where nothing could be heard or seen. It had probably been about an hour since I started the livestream which was why it finally cut and I put my phone away and closed my eyes, wondering what exactly would be the repercussion of this video. I didn't want to go on twitter to read what people were saying but I knew that I would at least have to tell Liv about it.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and my lips curled slightly when I heard my girlfriend yelled from the bedroom.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!"

"Okay, she already knows." I whispered to myself, taking a sip from my hot drink and leaning against the counter.

It took her only a few seconds but I saw her appear in front of me, her hair even messier than mine and wearing only my shirt. I wanted to be stressed by all this but when I saw her, my lips curled in a fond smile.

"Did Louis send it to you too?" was the first thing that got out of her mouth and I just nodded before turning around and grabbing a mug to pour her some coffee too. "That's it? That's all I get? A nod?"

I took the time to add sugar and cream in her coffee and finally turned around again to hand it to her. She stared at me for a few seconds before her eyes fell on the mug and she sighed, taking it from my hands.

"Is there anything else to say?" I just asked, shrugging a shoulder. "I mean it's on the internet probably forever and honestly, we've been lucky, especially thinking about all the times we actually just fucked on the couch I mean, this video could be so much worse."

She looked away and her eyebrows raised before she grimaced. "Yea, I guess that's some way to see it." she let out before taking a sip. "I just... Gosh I don't know, I feel violated."

"I'm sorry. Honestly, I feel like shit too. It's my mistake and it's a very bad one." I admitted, raising my nose up. "I'm sorry, petal."

Her eyes met mine and she took a step closer, tilting her chin up to keep her gaze locked with mine. I stared at her back as she blinked a few times and her thin lips curled into a fond smile.

"You're forgiven."

I let my eyes roamed on her face, knowing it was a big thing to be so easily forgiven for something like that, especially that we were both aware she would get a lot of hate because of it. I bent down slightly and let my lips brush against hers before closing my eyes and bringing my hands up to her cheeks to deepen the kiss. When we stopped, she kept hers lips pressed against mine and sighed low.

"I'm gonna turn off my notifications on twitter for a while."

I raised my nose up in a grimace and groaned. "Me too." I kissed her lips again. "We can just ignore the comments together. I promise we'll be fine."

"I know." she whispered, her lips brushing against mine. "I trust you."

I felt something stir in my heart at her words, knowing I had lost her trust last year and I had worked hard to get it back. Still, despite my efforts, she didn't have to give it back to me again, but she had, and I couldn't explain how much it meant to me.

"Thank you, pet."

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August 17th, 2018

I woke up around 10am, knowing I should have been up before. I had a concert on the same night and even if it was barely a two hours ride, we had to get there early to rehearse and make sure everything was in place. I was surprised to realize my girlfriend was not in bed anymore as I reached my arm on the mattress, my hand only meeting the cold sheets of the bed.

Quickly, I opened my eyes, blinking a few times, and stretched before getting up and dressing up. I walked to the kitchen only to see Liv and her lips curled when she saw me. I frowned, still surprised that she was already up, and took the mug she was handing me. I liked this habit that we had to prepare coffee if we were the first one to wake up. We had never talked about it but we just did it naturally and it was one of the many small things that made this whole relationship stronger.

"You're up early." I just pointed out before taking a sip.

"Will you miss me?" she asked quickly, ignoring my comment and making me frown.

"You know I will, petal, why are you asking?" I chuckled, taking a step closer and raising my eyebrows.

The truth was, I didn't want to leave without her but at the same time, I didn't want to force her to come with me. I knew following me on tour was not as fun as it may sound and I also knew she was busy. Of course, the fact that she was done with the season of her show gave her more free time, but the Olivia I discovered after being away from her for over a year was more independent than the Olivia I broke the heart to. She had also been right the last time we had a discussion about being away from each other. She had said it would bring us even closer and stronger together, and it had. We had spent a lot of time texting, facetiming and talking on the phone and I couldn't hide that I had missed her like crazy, but when we finally got to see each other again, it was intense. Besides, nothing would ever stop me from seeing her if at some point, it became too hard to be apart.

"How bad are you going to miss me?" she asked, once again ignoring my question.

"Pet, if I could, I'd put you in my bags and bring you with me."

This answer seemed to satisfy her as her lips curled more and she licked them before putting her mug away. I took a sip in mine but quickly, she grabbed it too and put it next to hers before taking my hand and pulling me with her.

"Are you bringing me in bed for a good fuck or something?"

This time, she laughed and the sound of it made me smile. She brought me to the hall and my lips parted when I saw her luggage in the lobby, laying near the door. I turned to her after a few seconds and she raised her eyebrows.

"If you don't want me to come with you, I'll definitely understand." she just said, shaking her head. "But I've had enough to be away from you. I miss you too much. What do you say?"

I felt my heart jump in my chest and let out a low chuckle before bending down slightly and wrapping my arms right under her butt to lift her up. She let out a short scream and a laugh, making my smile grow.

"Fuck yes!"

"Niall! Put me down! You're gonna hurt yourself!"

I did as she asked and as soon as she was back on her feet, I pushed her against the wall and looked down at her with a smile. She looked up and licked her lips before nibbling on her bottom one, her eyes never leaving mine and a smile still spread on her face.

"I didn't want to force you into coming with me, but fuck, I wanted to ask you to follow me again." I whispered, bending down slightly to brush my nose against hers. "Thank you for coming with me. It makes me so happy, darling."

"I was not sure if you still wanted me to come. I don't want to be annoying, or dependent. I just want to be with you."

My happy smile turned into a fond one. I didn't want her to ever believe she bothered or annoyed me. I was not the kid I used to be when I broke up with her, I didn't see things the same way, and I had learned.

"I always want to be with you. Your presence is a gift for me, I want you to always remember that, okay?" I murmured, feeling my lips brush against hers as I talked. "Don't ever try to be someone else. I love you best when you're just yourself."

She chuckled. "Did you just quote your own song?"

I sent her a smirk and shrugged, my body still pressed on hers. "It's my words, I can use them whenever I want. Besides, I wrote it for you, so."

"Okay but, can I really show you my heart? You promise you won't break it again?"

I rubbed my nose gently and slowly against hers again, making her eyelids flutter slightly.

"I swear." I breathed. "You're everything I want."

                                                   ---

September 12th, 2018

When I walked back in the hotel room after the show, my lips curled when I noticed Liv coming out of the bathroom, her body wrapped in a fluffy white towel. She looked surprised for half a second and finally sent me a smile while tilting her head. I took a few steps closer and placed my hands on her hips but she quickly took a step back and shook her head.

"Nooo, nop!" she let out, making me raise her eyebrows. "You're all sweaty and shit. Take a shower first!"

"I thought seeing me all sweaty made you horny." I argued, my lips curling into a smirk.

"Watching you all wet turns me on too." she admitted, pressing her lips together. "Go shower and I promise to stay naked, deal?"

This time, I smirked even more and waggling my eyebrows, making her laugh. "Can I get a glimpse?" I asked, pulling gently on the top of the towel and letting my gaze drop in her cleavage.

"No!" she argued, slapping my hand slightly and chuckling. "Hurry!"

I groaned and rushed to the bathroom, getting quickly undressed and starting the shower. I let out a sigh as I tilted my chin, feeling the warm water fall in my face and wet my hair. The past months had been exhausting, mentally and physically, but I could actually say that I was in the exact place I wanted to be. I didn't feel this hole inside my chest anymore. Somehow, it was filled with something that I desperately needed without really realizing it. It was not only the love we had for each other that mattered, it was also the friendship, the history, the trust, the hope and the need we felt toward the other... all of this filled everything that needed to be filled. She was my home, and I was hers. I had never felt like that for anyone else in my life.

I quickly got out of the shower and dried my body and hair before wrapping the towel around my waist. When I walked back in the room, my lips parted slightly and I stopped dead in my track. She was laying in bed, on her stomach, her headphones on as she seemed to read something (a book or a magazine, perhaps?), still completely naked. I stared for a few seconds at the back of her head before my eyes moved down to her ass. I didn't know if she did that just to turn me on but it definitely worked. I took the towel off and let it fall next to me before grabbing my cock in my hand and stroking it gently.

She started humming a song low and I was so focused on her naked form that it took me half a minute to realize it was one of mine. It made the left corner of my lips raise up and I let my free hand run down to my balls as I got harder.

Being able to have sex with her every time I came back to the hotel room was one of the perks of having her on tour, along with many others, of course. I normally prefer to be alone but when it came to Olivia, everything seemed different. I didn't feel stuck in this relationship, or smothered by it. I still wanted us to be private and couldn't wait until people would stop mentioning that video or us after my livestream but at the same time, It didn't bother me the way it would have before. After all, I was dating her, and for the very first time in my life, I wanted it to last forever. Just that thought seemed crazy to me and my heart skipped a beat.

I took a step closer to her and without thinking, I straddled her quickly and stared down as I pushed my cock inside her. She tensed and I felt her walls press around the tip of my cock, making me groan.

"Don't move, baby." I whispered before realizing she probably couldn't hear me.

I kept looking down as I slowly pushed myself more inside her until I was balls deep and moaned low. She felt amazing, as she always did, and my whole body started throbbing. I leaned closer to her, holding myself with my hands near her shoulders, and moved my hips back before thrusting in her again.

"F-Fuck."

The way she whimpered made me smile and with one hand, I took her headphones off and it fell off the bed, making a soft sound as it hit the carpet. I bent down slightly and brushed my lips on her ear.

"I don't think what you're reading is as interesting as what I'm doing to you, is it, petal?"

I watched her eyes flutter closed and her lips part before laying on top of her and slipping one  of my arms around her. My hand reached for her neck and I pressed my fingers on her throat as I tried to hold myself with the elbow of my other arm, making sure I didn't crush her or hurt her.

"Is it?" I asked again, a little louder this time.

"Mm, nothing is better than what you're doing to me." she admitted in a whisper, making me smile more.

"How much do you like my cock inside your pretty little cunt, pet?"

She moved her ass up to feel me deeper and I breathed through my teeth at the amazing sensation, remaining motionless for a few seconds. She started wiggling a bit and my grip tightened around her neck.

"So.. so much." she whimpered again, gripping the sheets of the bed with both hands.

"You're so fucking impatient." I whispered with a chuckle, letting go of her throat and sitting back on her legs. "Didn't think I'd find you laying on the bed naked like that, just waiting for me. You have no idea how hard that made me."

I stared down at my cock moving slowly in and out of her as I moved and enjoyed the moans coming out of her mouth every single time I was completely inside her.

"Fuck, Niall, please."

I looked up and grabbed her hair, pulling on it a bit as she let out a louder whimper.

"Fuck, you're so wet." I whispered, gripping her hair tighter. "I want to cum inside you, petal."

I watched her move a bit, her body twisting as she slipped one of her arms under her body to reach for her clit. She rubbed the tip of her fingers on my balls, making me groan, and finally started touching herself, making her ass grind up. I started fucking her harder and faster, in motion with her ass moving up and it only took a minute or two until she started shaking beneath me. The sight was amazing and I groaned as I came too, pushing her hard despite myself in the mattress.

"Jesus Christ." I whispered before going limp on top of her.

I heard her chuckle and my lips curled too as I brushed them on her shoulder. She shivered and I smiled even more when goosebumps appeared on her now damp skin.

"I love having sex with you." she admitted, making me laugh lightly.

"Oh darling, I love having sex with you, too."

I trailed kisses on her neck and shoulder and after a while, I moved next to her, laying on my back and staring at the ceiling. We were on the wrong side of the bed and I felt my heels lean against one of the pillows.

"And I love spending time with you. I love being close to you. I love that you followed me here. I love that you're still my best friend after all this time. I love that we get along so well, that we grew up together, that we're even closer than we used to be." I confessed slowly in a soft tone. "I love that you love me. I love that I love you. I love the team we make. I love you, Olivia."

I turned my head her way and she was staring at her. She seemed on the verge on tears but I knew they were happy tears and I sent her a fond smile before moving on my side to see her better. I brought one of my hands to her cheek and pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"The truth is, I can't wait to marry you, to start a family with you, to grow old with you."

Her eyes roamed on my face and she swallowed hard. We both remained silent for a while and she pressed her lips together. It was so endearing that I smiled more and let my fingertips run on her shoulder and down her sides, until her waist.

"You..." she started, stopping herself again for a few seconds before her eyes met mine. "The first time we dated, it was everything that scared you about our couple. That's why you broke up with me, remember?"

I held my head with my hand, my arm on the mattress, and she moved closer, licking her lips and waiting for my answer. Of course I remembered, how could I not?

"I know." I replied, nodding lightly. "I was a fuckin' idiot. I mean, I still am." I shrugged with a chuckle. "But I'm an idiot who will never make that mistake again. I don't want to be with anyone else. And I don't want to be away from you."

"For someone who supposedly suck at expressing his feelings, you're doing quite well." she pointed out with a big smile.

I laughed too and shrugged again. "I've been thinking about what I was going to say for days." I admitted, glancing away before looking back at her. "I almost wrote a song instead."

"You could have," she whispered, reaching for my hand and squeezing my fingers. "I love hearing you sing."

I smiled again and pulled her closer to me to feel her body against mine. I lied down on my back again and she cuddled my side quickly. We stayed quiet for a while and every time she'd tilt her chin up to kiss mine, it would make me smile. It made me realize I had everything I needed, everything I wanted... I had everything I didn't even know I needed, and didn't even know I wanted.

"Do you still want to elope?" I asked randomly after a while.

"It's still a dream of mine, yea." she replied in a gentle tone. "But I know you'd prefer a normal wedding with our families and friends. I'm okay with that."

"I'm sure we can make a compromise."

She moved her head up to look in my eyes and frowned a bit. "This is... hypothetical, right?"

I let my eyes roam again on her face and something stirred inside me. I had no idea it was possible to love someone so bad. I didn't know it was possible to love someone so much you that you'd be ready to change your life plans for them. But here I was, staring at the only woman I ever fell in love with, knowing that I'd do anything for her, and that I would never stop loving her.

"Of course, we're just talking." I lied, my lips curling more. "So we'd elope and get married in Vegas, and then make a big party with our friends and family. And then what?"

"Honeymoon? If we're not too busy..."

"We'll make time." I replied firmly. "Bali or Bora Bora?"

She laughed and turned to lay on her back, my arm still behind her neck, and she finally shook her head. "I don't care where we go, Niall. As long as I'm with you."

the requests

[ameliashepherdwannabe]

@omeliaendgame

Sorry this took me so long! I hope you like it. Also sorry if I get any medical things wrong. Mostly hurt/comfort. Owelia sickfic. (Amelia sick) btw sorry if i have any grammer or spelling mistakes i finished this up at around 1 am and didn’t proof read.

Drift (takes place in s13)

3rd Person

Amelia was sound asleep in an on-call room after a 18 hour shift, waiting for Owen to finish up. Normally a shift that long wouldn’t drain her as much but she had a huge headache and a strong urge to stick her hand down in her throat and just scratch it.

“Amelia,” Owen came in and roused Amelia awake, she lightly stirred and turned away from him. He laughed at that and kissed her forehead, which he thought was a bit warm, but thought nothing of it. Amelia opened her bright blue eyes and looked up at Owen and smiled.

“Hey,” she said groggily,

“You ready to go home?” Owen pulled her up, no matter how much it killed Amelia. She’s not one to admit she feels off.

“Mmm-hmm,” she clears her throat, they walk out of the on-call room and out of the hospital. It was drizzling.

“Rainy,” Amelia said hoarsely,

“You sound terrible,” Owen said,

“Nah, I just lost my voice yelling at those interns,” Owen put his arm around her, noticing how warm her neck was. This worried him, so he put his hand up to Amelia’s forehead but she swerved out of the way.

“Owen,” she whispers, not purposely, “I’m fine,”

“Amelia you’re warm,”

“I was inside all day, it’s fall, the heaters were on,”

“Amelia I was just concerned,” Amelia scoffed and put jumped into the car. She cleared her throat,

“Let’s go okay,”

“Fine,” Owen said, her recent outburst just made him more worried.

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It was around 2am when a strike of lightning jolted Owen awake. He realized he was freezing, a window open and the sheets missing. He got up and pulled the sheets off ground and retucked a shivering amelia back under the sheets. He closed his eyes and felt the presence of it disappear again. Amelia had shifted positions and he put his hand on her back to wake her up. Owen immediately noticed how hot and sweaty she was.

“Amelia,” she didn’t respond, “Amelia!” he said louder. She moaned. Amelia was definitely sick. Owen went around to the other side of the bed to see her face. It was pale and sweaty. He felt her forehead and the back of her neck, she had a high fever. Owen sighed, he got up and went to the bathroom to get a thermometer. Amelia opened her eyes and saw the bathroom light on, she swallowed. It hurt her throat. And her head was pounding. Owen came back and told her what he was going to do. She didn’t refuse anything, she felt too terrible. Owen started to worry, she never admitted she was wrong in any way. He stuck the thermometer in her mouth. Amelia whimpered.

“Amelia, what hurts? Is it your throat?” Owen asked, now really concerned. She nodded. He sighed. The thermometer beeped.

104. Shit.

“104.2,” Amelia sighed, “I’ll get you some water and a wet towel okay?” He pushed away some wet hair and felt her burning face. She buried herself under their blanket and drifted off to sleep. When Owen came back he put the cold, wet towel on Amelia’s forehead and it startled her awake.

“Owwww,” Amelia complained and put her hand to her head,

“How bad is your headache, from 1-10?” Owen pressed down on the towel,

“8,” she whispered back. Owen got up and opened the windows all the way.

“Nooo, Owen its cold,” Amelia voiced very hoarsely,

“We need to bring down your fever, it’s way too high,”

“Won’t help if I die of hypothermia,” Amelia was shaking, that’s how cold she felt. Owen sighed and refelt the back of her neck. Really, really warm. He took the towel off her forehead, it went from what was once freezing cold was now soothingly hot. Owen got a new wash cloth and ran it under the cold tap. He came back and Amelia was asleep once again. Once he placed the cool compress she jolted awake again.

“My stomach hurts,” she hugged herself around her belly,

“You have a stomach ache?” Owen asked sympathetically,

“Yeah and it just hurts,”

“Are you nauseous at all?” Amelia nodded in response to his question, “From 1-10, how nauseous are you?”

She held up 7 clammy fingers. Owen brought over a small trash can, just in case. Amelia put her hands up to her neck and swallowed some spit. She winced at this simple motion. Owen got an idea, he went to the kitchen and poured a small glass of apple cider vinegar, remembering it could soothe a sore throat. He got some tylenol and advil. Then he poured more than the recommended serving of children’s motrin, grape, which Amelia said she liked better, into a little cup. Owen thought she was crazy for saying that, still did.

Owen brought the stuff into the room and set it down on the bedside table. Owen sat down on the bed and shook Amelia awake. It hurt her head,

“Ow,” she complained.

“Amelia, I need to give you some medicine,” she didn’t respond to this, her head hurt, her stomach hurt, her throat hurt. She hurt. Owen pulled her up to a sitting position, Amelia moaned in pain. He brought the vinegar to her lips and she gagged.

“This’ll soothe your throat okay?” she drank it and gagged again. Owen got the two small pills and held the glass of water. Amelia put them in her mouth and sipped the water, swallowing the pills. She was about to lie down when Owen pulled her back up. Her head flopped back and he pushed her head on his shoulder.

“Just drink this,” he handed her the purple syrup, and she pushed it away, Owen gave up and just shoved it into her mouth, she drank it forcefully.

“Ow,” Owen handed her the water and she drank it. When she swallowed she winced. He slowly lowered and tucked Amelia back in and she curled up into a ball. She knew she wasn’t getting any sleep that night.

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After around 20 minutes in a feverish daze, the world came into focus by an even larger sense of nausea. Amelia groaned and it woke Owen up. She put her face over the side of the bed and over the bin he had placed. Owen immediately knew

what was happening and sat up to rub her back.

Amelia took off the wash cloth on her forehead as it was making her more nauseous. The second it hit the floor she threw up. Owen rubbed her back but it just made her want to throw up more, so she pushed it away. But this didn’t help her intentions and she threw up again. Owen sighed and kept rubbing her back while she emptied her guts. When she was done she shakily pushed herself up and took a sip of water then went back to sleep without a word. She felt like absolute shit. She was completely fine this morning. Owen went over her symptoms, knowing he should’ve done this earlier. High fever, nausea, vomiting, headache, abdominal pain, sore throat, chills.. his mind wandered off.

“Amelia, I need you to sit up a bit,” he helped her sit straight and adjusted the pillows. Owen put his hands on her neck and felt for her lymph nodes. They were swollen, how could he not have noticed this. Dammit. He got his phone and turned the flash light on.

“Amelia can you open your mouth?” she dropped it open. He looked up in the back of her mouth and saw swollen tonsils with a white pattern on them. Shit. Amelia had strep throat, it made a lot of sense from her symptoms. Owen texted Meredith telling her he’s going to bring Amelia in tomorrow. He texts that she’s been feeling sick and that he thinks she has strep. Since it was around 3 am she probably wouldn’t respond.

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“Owen,” Amelia whispered, he had his arms wrapped around her over-heated, sweat-dripping, aching body. “Owen!” she shook his arms lightly and he woke up.

“What-what do you need? Do you feel alright?” he asked her,

“I think I need to throw up…” her body convulsed as she vomited over the side of the bed into the bin on the floor. Before Owen could attempt to make her comfortable, she took her shirt off which left a skin tight tank top. She’s hot, even when she’s sick, Owen thinks.

Amelia threw up again and Owen rubbed her back, feeling her burning skin. He forced her some water and let her go back to sleep.

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“Amelia, if you don’t get out of bed I’m gonna have to carry you to the hospital,” Owen yelled softly,

“Nooo, all our friends are there,” Amelia whined,

“I’ll sneak you in and Meredith’s just going to do a rapid strep test and order you antibiotics. You’ll feel so much better,”

“No,”

“Amelia,”

“No,”

“Yes,”

“No,”

“Yes,”

“No-”

“Okay Amelia that’s it, I can’t watch you suffer anymore,” Owen bent down and scooped Amelia up in his arms, with her groaning the entire time,

“Stop Owen it hurts,” her face was molded into a wince,

“I know you’ll feel better soon,” he hated seeing her in pain so he kissed the top of her head. Owen was really worried with how warm she was.

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Amelia was fast asleep when they got to the exam room Mer promised they’d meet them in.

“Owen?” Meredith opened the door and came in,

“Amelia?” Owen shook her awake, “Meredith’s here,” Amelia just opened her eyes and closed them,

“Amelia, I need you to sit up for me okay? I’m going to take your temperature first alright?”

Amelia slowly sat up and leaned against Owen, keeping her eyes closed. Meredith put the thermometer under her tongue and waited for it to beep. 104.5.

“104.5, really high. I’m going to start checking for strep okay Amelia?” She nodded and Meredith preceded. She felt he neck and looked for enlarge lymph nodes. When she put her fingers on her neck Amelia winced.

“What other symptoms has she had?”

“Sore throat, chills, nausea, vomiting, headache, tender lymph nodes,” Owen answered, rubbing amelia’s back. Mer noticed Amelia hugging her torso. Meredith put a wooden tongue depressor to hold her mouth open and got her penlight and looked in the back of her throat, seeing very swollen tonsils with white stripes on them.

“Amelia, I’m going to do two rapid strep tests, to make sure okay? And we’ll get you set up on antibiotics and you should feel better soon,” Meredith got the cotton swab ready. She put it to the back of Amelia’s throat which made her squirm so Owen held her back. Mer brushed it around for a second and put it in a bag to be sent to a lab.

Amelia gagged, coughed, and rubbed her throat, clearly the test caused her discomfort. Meredith stroked her head feeling the warmth and the sweat of her head.

“Only one more time alright?” Amelia nodded and tilted her head back. Mer used one hand to hold a tongue depressor on her tongue and quickly did the test with the other. Amelia gagged again but this time she looked much more sicker.

Meredith grabbed a basin and Amelia threw up into it. Owen held her hair back while Mer rubbed her back. That’s gotta be the last of it. Amelia thought. Now Amelia just dry heaved, there was nothing left in her.

“I got this, run the tests,” Owen said, Amelia took the basin and continued to heave. Meredith ran down to the lab and told them to rush it. Owen rubbed Amelia’s back,

“I think i’m-,” she started saying but she couldn’t finish and vomited again. Then she dry heaved for a few minutes and fell asleep in Owen’s lap, him still rubbing her back.

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Amelia had tested positive for strep and Mer had ordered her a weeks worth of penicillin. Within the first three days Amelia had stopped feeling so nauseous and her headache had grown much smaller, and all that was lingering was a sore throat and a fever. But this wasn’t how Amelia though things out.

“Amelia, what are you doing?” Owen asked her,

“Getting ready for work,” she responded, It was six am,

“No you’re not,” he got out of bed, “You’re still sick,”

“No I’m not,” she started changing into real clothes,

“It’s been three days since you were started on penicillin, you have to be on it at least five, to make sure the infections all gone,”

“It is,” she put on a shirt, Owen got up and put his hands on her still over warm shoulders,

“How about this, if you have no fever then i’ll let you go back to work,” she agreed with this and sat down on the bed patiently. Amelia rubbed the sharp pain that shot through her temples and Owen pretended not to notice. He got the thermometer and placed it in her mouth. Amelia watched as the temperature went up, rising well past 97 degrees. 102.3.

Amelia sighed and laid back down on the bed and continued to eat the cereal from the box she had been for the last day. Owen kissed the top of her head and left for work.

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When Owen came back the house was a mess. Bags of chips, boxes of cereal and ginger ale cans made their kitchen counter home. He made their way to the bedroom and didn’t see Amelia in bed.

“Amelia?” Owen found her sitting next to the toilet in the bathroom.

“I thought I was better so I-,” she gulped, “ate everything,” she leaned over the toilet and gripped the side with her arm then threw up,

“How many times have you thrown up?” Owen asked, rubbing her back gently as she spewed her stomach contents into the toilet.

“Um, a few times this morning, after you left, but the nausea was worse on an empty stomach, it felt better to puke, ya know, things,” she rested her head on her arm, “but then I felt nauseous again and it didn’t get any better so here we are,”

“I’ll get you some ginger ale,” he hurried into the kitchen and came back as quickly as he could. But before he was back, she felt vomit rise in the back

of her throat and she let her body take control, coughing as it left her mouth. Owen heard her start retching so he ran to the bathroom and rubbed her back.

“Just relax, you’re going to be fine,” he cooed as she heaved, when she was finished she flushed the toilet and kept her head sturdy at her arm.

“Drink this,” Owen put the straw into Amelia’s mouth and she slowly sipped the ginger ale. She winced as the bubbles made their way down her throat. He hugged her torso and let her lean on his chest.

“Owen-“ she shot forward again and coughed as the bile made its way out of her stomach and into the toilet, trying to catch her breath as her bouts of vomiting caused her body to convulse violently. She groaned knowing this was just the beginning.

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It had been an hour, between Amelia throwing up and Owen forcing medicine, saltines, and ginger ale down her throat, even though it didn’t stay down too long. She had her arms wrapped around her stomach, trying to ignore the immense pain she felt there.

“How much does your stomach hurt?” Owen moved his hands to her stomach and started massaging it.

“You don’t need to do that,” she said softly, the energy drained from her once feisty voice.

“You’re my wife, of course I do. Do you think your done?”

“Yeah,” she said and sat up, but whimpered when another wave of nausea tore at her stomach and she had to throw up again. It hurt so much each time she convulsed and was forced to give up all the food in her body.

“Breathe in slowly Amelia, and out. Keep doing this and you’ll feel better,” she did and her vomiting lessened until their was no more.

“Okay no i’m done,” Owen picked up her small sweaty body and snuggled up to her watching as she took the penicillin and advil.

“Go to sleep Mills,” she closed her eyes and let him rub her stomach.

“I love you Owen Hunt,” she whispered,

“I love you too, Amelia Shepherd.”

They hugged each other while she drifted off into a feverish sleep.

Fin.