#and thats a continual growing number just cause i like my cats

[nettlefeather]

haha. lmao

#i counted how many warrior cat ocs i have for once and its.. 77 #and thats a continual growing number just cause i like my cats #someone on cs commented 'and oh my gosh so many cats :0' so i went and counted how many i had exactly #but like this was just warriors. every feline i have comes to 96 #felix.txt

[nokiawrites]

ʙᴜɴɴʏ ʙᴜɴᴄʜᴇꜱ(ɪᴢᴜᴋᴜ x reader)

(Boss-Intern/Hybrid AU)

Warnings: Smut, Cat Hybrid!Female!Reader, Bunny Hybrid!Izuku, (Everyone is pretty much hybrids) Im also rlly bad at warnings

Part2

Summary: Your new bunny Intern with the silvery voice has caught your attention once again, but who knows if this time you can get to him first.

    The quick pitter patter of my feet as I walk through the parking lot to the elevator are drowned out by my thoughts.  

         My every waking thoughts constantly running rampant of that that green haired ball of energy. So sickeningly sweet yet enticing. Our newest Intern, Izuku Midoriya. The bunny hybrid who held the whole world in their eyes. Just the same as the last time you saw him.

 You slowly enter the elevator and press the button for your floor number, tail swaying from side to side slowly. Standing there idly humming to yourself as the lift slowly rose to your floor. ‘PING’ the loud sound of the lift arriving snaps you out of your daze. The doors slowly open and you step out and begin making your way to your office. 

Besides the soft hums of conversations and typing it is rather peaceful in the cubicles. “Hey (y/n)!”. Well shit. You turn to where the voice came from and lo and behold the man whose been on your mind, standing there in all his glory. He smiles brightly at you, ears on the top of his head at full height. You look at him blank faced. 

“Please stop calling me by my first name during work hours, people will think we are friends.” You spit at him in a hushed tone. You turn away and begin walking away. He follows behind you closely, he begins giggles. “I mean of course were friends dummy.” He says to you in full confidence. “Well im sorry to burst your fucking bubble, were far from friends, you work for me and thats all.” 

You make it to your office and kicking your heels off. His ears drooped some. “Well its ok (l/n), No need to be a bitch about it.” He huffs at you also walking into your office closing the door and plopping down on the sofa. “Me?! A Bitch?!” Your head does a perfect 180 and you scowl at him.“Yea, you.” He plops a gummy bear into his mouth. “Where the hell did you get gummy bears from?! You know what, doesnt matter, stop eating in my office. I have work to do.” 

You shuffle over to your desk  and plop down in your seat, pulling out your papers and beginning to work. Your ears sit upright. You can hear loud Chewing. Ignoring it was not even an option. You can hear it over your on thoughts at this point. You look up with a huff and there izuku is. “You chewing to loud dipshit.” For a bunny hybrid he is loud as hell. 

Your becoming irritated. A knock on your door turns your attention away from the green haired male laying on your sofa. “Come in” you mumble. Your assistant Tsuyu walks in. “ Ms(l/n), Mr Todoroki wants to know if your meet for later today is still on?” She shuffles through papers in her hands. You take a minute to think, ‘do I really want to have to deal with Enji’s shit today? nah’. “ Tell him i would like to reschedule for next week, and Tsuyu, take a rest of the day off I got it today.” She nods her head and walks out quietly shutting the door behind her.

A couple of minutes goes past uneventfully. “You know you cant always be mad at me.” The human bunny hybrid speaks. You chuckle at him “Thats a good one.” You continue doing what you were doing. Izuku sits up from his lying down position. “Im serious, listen we both made mistakes. So we have to let go to help ourselves grow as people.” You sit your pen down and you look at him. “Are you fucking kidding me? We both made mistakes? You fucking cheated on me, and WE made mistakes? You must be out of your rabbit ass mind!”

 You jolt upwards, now standing making your way around the desk to the sofa. “Hey I said sorry, okay.” He says as you stalk closer to him. “ Do you think sorry is going to fix the fucking pain i felt?” Your ears are completely pined against your head as you his at him. “well what do want me to do?” You take the tights off of your legs and ball it up, throwing it. You begin to slide you panties off. griping them in your hand tightly. “If your really fucking sorry you’ll make mommy feel good.” Izuku turned pink. 

“You know I cant do that, you know im dating Ochaco.” You shake your head. “Do you really think I give a fuck about that home wrecking bitch, do what your told unless you want you darling little Ochaco to know that her boyfriends boss is his ex girlfriend and that you dick still gets hard to the thought of my cunt on your face?” He freezes. “Your probably fucking hard right now aren’t you. You sick fucking shit. Getting off of calling me mommy” Before he can react you stuff your underwear in his mouth. “go ahead, can you taste mommy on it?” He says something unintelligible and nods. 

“Good because that is the last time you will ever fucking taste it.” He reaches to take the panties out of his mouth. You slap him with force before he can. You can tell he’s gonna bruise later. His phone rings. its Ochaco. He looks up at your form questioningly. You nod. “Pick it up” He does just that. As he talks you begin to unzip his pant. His breath hitches. keep talking, you mouth to him. You pull out his hard length. He twitches in your hand. gracious amounts of precum falls onto your hand. His tip red with a purple hue. You flatten you tongue and run it from base to tip and stopping to suck on his mushroomed head. 

He chokes on his spit “uh yeah im fine Ochaco I just choked on my spit, but i have to go, yeah ill t-talk to you later bye.” He rushed to hang up his phone up. You stood back up, taking in the view of him. He looked so perverted with his dick out leaking and pulsing. But he looked so innocent with his flustered face. You wanted to corrupt him. He reaches out and cups your naked core. Massaging your folds. You lean into him, beginning to straddle him. He rubs his fingers against your wet entrance, slightly teasing you. He pushes his two fingers into you breaching your warm walls. You reach both of your hands around to his back. Your hand grabs his shoulder. The other one slowly going down his back. You grip his tail. 

“(y-y/n) you know my tail is sensitive.” He removes his fingers from you and grips your hips with both hands. You smirk against his neck. “I know.” You snatch his cotton ball of a tail with your hand. His hips thrust up into yours. His dick ruts against your wet core. The humping motion causing his dick to stimulate your clit. Your feeling hot, you can feel your heart beat in your pussy. “Come on baby, fuck mommys tight pussy. You have my permission. He whines out starting to rut harder against you. You lift yourself lining izuku’s meat rod to your dripping core. You begin to slowly go down, Not used to the feeling of him inside of you yet. Izuku grabs you hips and slams you down onto him before you could intervene. 

Izuku begins to get into position, he braces his feet on the floor and grips you with both arms, beginning to thrust up into you. You can barley keep your eyes open. His curved dick keeps beating at your walls. You reach down to you clit and begin to rub it trying to satisfy that building pressure in your abdomen. You gush out on him, he humps you through it all. You push off of him with a huff. “Mommy?” He whines out at the loss of your heated walls. walking over to your desk you sit on the edge and spread you legs giving him a good view of your box. “Come on baby, come get what you want.” He practically jumps out of his seat and rushes to you, lining back up with you and pushing straight back into your depths. you wrap your legs around him. He starts fucking into you like he was out for revenge. 

You throw your head back moaning out as his tip hits your g spot. Your tail raps around his leg. “Say you love me more than Ochaco.” You breath out. No answer. He keeps fucking into with the speed of a jack rabbit. You santch his hair pulling his head back. He moans out as he gets closer. You grab his face between your fingers and pushing your foot into his hips causing him to stop thrusting. "Tell me you love me more than her, fucking say it. your tail begins flicking the more agitated you get. Looking at you doe eyed he stumbles over his words "You know i cant say that, i love both you and Ochaco the same." You scoff looking away in disgust. "If that was fucking true you wouldnt be balls deep in me while your girlfriend is at home waiting for you." 

You look back at him in disgust for the second time today. Pushing him off of you. Causing his dick to fall out with a wet sound. He whimpered at the loss of your heat. "kneel" you bark at him. Ears pined to the top of your head. Midoriya drops to his knees his ears lifeless against his head. "Know show mommy that your sorry for being a shitty boyfriend who cant even keep his dick in his fucking pants." "m'sorry" he mumbled. 

" Stop being a little fucking bitch and actually apologize!!" You yell at him. He just stares up at you. Hissing you hop off of the desk pulling your skirt down and snatching him up by the collar of his shirt, " If you dont want to be here get the fuck out, go the fuck home. Why are you still here if your in love with her?" You begin to push im towards your office door, eyes filling with tears.  “ill have you transferred to another buliding." You begin putting yourself back together and getting dressed. "N-no, im sorry." He squeaks out after almost a eternity of silence. You wipe the tears out of your eyes, putting a stern face on. 

“well i have no other choice, your fired.”

#bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #bnha #izuku midoria x reader #mha izuku #reader x midoriya #reader #reader x bnha #reader x #reader x izuku #bnha smut #smut #i mean its ok #just needed to put it out there #bnha fanfiction

[your-ace-cousin-clover]

ahhhh hi sorry for the LATE response, life's been kinda wild lately

anyway, i'm really glad you liked the poem & i don't mind you sharing it :)

(plus, a new prompt sounds nice)

(&btw, richard siken's new book is gonna be called "blue jupiters" (as far as i know copper canyon press will publish it))

also, happy you liked the recs! i found it cool how you said "the way god chooses to escape from his own reality through someone who does not believe enough in him to question him at first"! couldn't have put it better myself.

(sorry if this ask seems all over the place, i just have to get somewhere and i'm gonna be mad late - but i really want to finally send a response)

i enjoyed your recommendations a lot so let me elaborate real quick-

the problem with travel:

right off the bat, same.

traveling does always make me feel like i'm starting a new chapter and i should act accordingly.

love "kill the kid stuff, start to act my numbers" - the choice of words you use when writing is so important. (thats why i cant judge anyone who spends a long ass time on thesaurus! sometimes writing really does feel like looking through a lost & found or fishing the right word out of a goodwill bin! flipping through a magazine in search for the right word to cut out and stick on your collage!) imagine how substantially different the poem would sound if limon had written "start to act my age" instead of "start to act my numbers"

"[...] - we’re small

and flawed, but I want to be

who I am, going where

I’m going, all over again."

this^ part kills me in a good way

accident report in the tall, tall weeds:

"my ex got hit by a bus"

gets right to the point. kinda like a short story? an immediate jump into action

i might've said this before but i like it when poems tell stories (i mean i guess they all do, in a way, but i specifically mean the ones that have clear characters? if that makes sense)

"No tampering with the great universal brake wires."

ahhh yeah - when you feel like a thought can cause real life consequences

"When the plane went down in San Francisco,

I thought of my friend M. He’s obsessed with plane crashes.

He memorizes the wrecked metal details,

the clear cool skies cut by black scars of smoke.

Once, while driving, he told me about all the crashes:

The one in blue Kentucky, in yellow Iowa.

How people go on, and how people don’t.

It was almost a year before I learned

that his brother was a pilot.

I can’t help it,

I love the way men love."

^ don't you love it when a poem beats your heart to a pulp?

"What I saw in the men who came before,

sometimes I don’t want to say this out loud,

was someone I could hold up to my ear

and hear the ocean, something I could say my name into,

and have it returned in the inky waves."

self recognition through the other! yeah! sometimes people are people and sometimes people are mirrors and i know this wasn't her point but aren't we all just saying "hey! this is how i feel! do you feel like that too?" and sometimes "language is complicated but i think you know exactly what i mean and i know what you mean too!" and "when our experience overlaps the cosmic alone-ness becomes bearable!"

shit i'd love to drop another rec but i REALLY have to go now! hope to hear from you soon

-cat

Well, lmao Cat now, I'm the one who's late in replying, but yeah, I've been really busy. Now, I've got a bit of a time to reply to your ask.

First of all, "Don't You Wonder, Sometimes?" by Tracy Smith is a really interesting poem especially centred around Bowie. I love how the poet makes Bowie into a mythical being, like a sort of a spirit rather than a mortal man.

"Not God, exactly. More like-

Some thin-hipped glittering Bowie-being"

I love how the poem takes in the spirit of Bowie as something that will keep living on -

"Saying nothing is lost, that everything lives on waiting only

To be wanted back badly enough?

Bowie will never die. Nothing will come for him in his sleep

Or charging through his veins. And he’ll never grow old,"

It's just a beautiful way to think of the artist living on despite their death. They live through those they have touched with their art as well as their art themselves.

"In which I’m forever a child looking out my window at the night sky

Thinking one day I’ll touch the world with bare hands

Even if it burns."

And I just simply love these lines ^^^ . I love the poem touches up on reincarnation. It's interesting as it mentions how people are reincarnated a few times and then, they go to the beyond.

"And how many lives

Before take-off, before we find ourselves

Beyond ourselves, all glam-glow, all twinkle and gold?"

And finally, I love how the deification fo Bowie continues making him into a cryptid? That's the best way I can describe it honestly.

"When a man his size can meet

Your eyes for just a blip of time

And send a thought like SHINE

SHINE SHINE SHINE SHINE

Straight to your mind. Bowie,

I want to believe you."

(I followed your style of picking up lines and talking about them - it's a pretty fun thing to do)

{Purple happens to be my fav colour so, yeah I annotated with purple}

And yeah, language is funky like that. Honestly, I love the fact that people swap art with each and it's like every though we're different, you go through the same emotions. No matter whatever niche emotion is, someone has already written about it! If they haven't, you can always write it!

This reminded of a favourite poem of mine (tw : homophobia and sort of death ? though) which reminds me of the awkwardness of telling people I'm queer / coming out to them. It's called Three A.M. by Jill McDonough.

Also, I've been reading some more stuff to rec them and to hear your thoughts on them. It's all food - themed because I really got into food poetry last week. And as I was talking to a lovely mutual about the intimacy of cooking food and feeding someone.

I'd highly rec the movie "Big Eden". It's a wonderful gay rom-com movie with no homophobia at all and a lot of intimate cooking and wanting to make sure that your crush is loved and taken care off.

But anyway -

Having a Coke with You by Frank O'Hara

Perhaps the World Ends Here by Joy Harjo

The Orange by Wendy Cope

For Grace, After A Party by Frank O'Hara

Eating Together by Li-Young Lee

And these two posts are where I got these poems from, so perhaps you could read the other ones in the list.

Food Poems 1

Food Poems 2

And also, you're into Succession! Yay!! Are you into Tomgreg? If you're not, that's chill. But, like more Tomgreg people the better. I'd love to hear your thoughts about the show too! :) And like I said before, I really enjoyed your Kendall edit! Did you get a chance to watch my Tomgreg edit? It's called Don't Blame Me, I put it on my Tumblr. (No pressure if you can't)

And I have to ask, because I forgot, what are your pronouns, Cat? I use she/they. I just wanted to ask what you want me to use while referring to you. And let me know if you wanna do another poetry writing swap again.

Anyway, that's it for now! Let me know what you think! I hope to hear from you soon :)

#Cat Anon #Succession #Poetry #Clover speaks #Food

[friendlifyre]

its been a year now since everything went to hell and a year ago i was so set on offing myself within the next days because every waking moment was so excruciating. every single day felt like a curse and i couldnt bare to be alive, i couldnt stand being in my own skin and spent several weeks just trying to keep myself numb enough to make it to the next nap without hurting myself or causing more problems. every minute was so painful i never, ever would have thought i could physically survive a year like this.

today i look back on that period and i cant believe it’s been only a year. everything has changed so much, i completely turned my life around. every other day i have to sit down and take a minute to remind myself that this person was me, it was still me just in past tense, because ive changed so much i feel like its someone else. and im so, so happy i pulled myself together and underwent this change.

life isnt perfect. my financial situation is fragile and my relationship with my family is in shambles. but im still happy. i have a cozy apartment thats all my own, two cats who make it a home and who are the lights of my life, an old but healthy pony always happy to see me, an amazing therapist whos already helped me evolve so much, a job that i love that i wouldnt mind working at for the rest of my days, with a wonderful team of coworkers including one whos become one of my best friends, a fun hyperfixation thats gonna keep growing for months to come with a good number of comfort characters, a few really close friends i wouldnt trade for the world both on and offline, and a significant other i love with all my heart. 

i know i can never completely erase the trauma or the guilt of what happened, but i can use it as a stepping stone to continue marching on and i cant wait to keep moving on. im so unbelievably lucky for all the opportunities and people that came into my life this past year - most of which did specifically because of what happened, so im done feeling sorry for myself over it. im happy, im alive, im grateful, im at a place where i never could have been if it all hadnt happened, so im making peace with all of it now and moving right along.

#personal

[mysticmelove]

Could i request the rfa reacting to an mc who's the heiress to a huge luxury car company? (Bonus if they put out a new model of car thats named for their love interest. Like a cat based name for jumin, or a rpg based name for yoosung, for ideas) Thank you!

*I feel like I really fell short on some of these, please be patient with me x

Heiress

(RFA x MC)

.

Yoosung:

- He didn’t really know what she did for a job but he knew well enough that, whatever it was, she was earning enough money to keep herself comfortable. He often thought that MC resembled a much friendlier and down to earth Jumin when it came to her money; she had lots of it but rarely mentioned it to anyone.

- Every time he thought to ask about what it was exactly that she did he’d get distracted or too intimidated to ask; she could look quite daunting in her uniform. Though it wasn’t a uniform as such, more formal dresses and high heels. He never mentioned it but she very much looked like Jaehee at work in his opinion.

- Yoosung’s eyes were wide in an instant as MC entered the kitchen, he tried his best to hide where his eyes were immediately drawn to. She was wearing a dress he’d never seen, it was low cut- to say the least- and looked like something she’d wear to one of the RFA parties but the file in her hand suggested otherwise.

- “That’s a new dress,” he mumbled lowly as he sipped at his coffee, trying his best to ignore the warmth growing in his face.

- “Do you like it?” MC humoured slightly, placing down the paperwork on the table before him. The bags under his eyes did nothing to hide the growing shades of pink and red on his cheeks. “I have important meetings today. I thought I should be looking my best,” she explained as she began to make her own morning coffee.

- Swallowing thickly, Yoosung averted his eyes and mumbled once more: “You look beautiful... as always.” His gaze ended up falling to the paper she had placed down: documents of a proposal titled ‘The League One model’.

- He skimmed through the first few lines, too interested in the contents to pay attention to his girlfriend who was watching him silently. MC crossed her arms over her chest as she smiled at Yoosung’s furrowing brows- his forehead scrunched more and more as he continued to read the file.

- His jaw finally dropped and she had to laugh at his facial expression. Yoosung looked to her, silent as he looked almost horrified.

- MC giggled quietly at his expression, having guessed what he probably saw. “What did you read?”

- He fumbled over his words: “A starting price of 33,000 dollars?! What are you selling?”

- “Cars.” She replied bluntly, taking the papers from the table and scanning over them herself. “I know we don’t talk about my job much but surely you knew the basics.” Yoosung shook his head pitifully under her scrutinising gaze, only causing MC to sigh. “My father is CEO...?” She teased, trying to prompt his memory, “I’m in charge of overseeing new launches...?”

- He stayed quiet, his face only seeming to redden once again. “I guess I didn’t think about it too much...”

- “Well, that’s what I do when I go to work everyday day. Sometimes they let me choose the model names, like this time.”

- “League One?” Yoosung thought back to the paperwork, questioning the name she had given it.

- She hummed in response, still watching the confusion in his face. “I was thinking of you when I decided the name.”

- “Why?” His eyebrows scrunched as he picked up his coffee mug again.

- “Because you’re always playing LOLOL.” His face dropped at the comment, expecting much more from her explanation. She smiled at his pouting lips, “And you’re better at it than anyone else. My number one.”

- Yoosung’s displeasure disappeared within an instant, instead replaced with his bright smile and rosy cheeks. It seemed like a long ploy to get him flustered but he appreciated it either way.

.

Zen:

- Zen didn’t know who is girlfriend was in the beginning, nor did he know what she did for a living, but you can be assured it only filled his ego when he found out who she was.

- MC had attended the opening night of his first musical since they had started dating and, of course, photos started circling of the two together. The photos looked amazing in Zen’s opinion: he was on top form and no one looked more gorgeous than MC. Still, it was the articles that followed which really grabbed his attention.

- Thankfully, Zen had been given the chance to relax for a few hours the morning after the show. He wasn’t needed in any immediate rehearsal and there were no matinees so he took relaxing in bed very much in his stride.

- He was scrolling through his feed silently, being cautious as to not wake MC up with some random video, when he saw the first article.

- ‘Musical Actor Zen dating heiress to a multimillion dollar company.’

- Zen’s face contorted at once, his eyebrows furrowed as he glared at the screen in disbelief. It was definitely an article about him- that was his name and those were definitely pictures of himself and MC- but it must have been false information. The story itself was mainly limited to its title; there were few facts and was mainly based on his opening night, with little information about this so-called ‘heiress’. Yet, as he kept scrolling, there were only more and more articles- this time with more details of this company and photos of MC he’d never seen before.

- ‘Heiress MC spotted at musical opening’

- ‘Multimillion company, small scale investments?’

- ‘Heiress MC partaking in unprofessional relations?’

- His mouth was completely agape and he could only question if his tired eyes were allowing him to see things. He forced himself to stop reading for a moment, his gaze drifting to the woman beside him that he apparently knew so little about.

- Trying his best to ignore what he’d read, he changed sites, only to be greeted with another in-your-face story about his girlfriend. His phone was face down in an instant and, with a sigh, he shook her gently.

- “Jagi...” MC stirred at the sound of his voice but her eyes remained firmly shut. “Jagiya...” Zen continued to whine, causing her to giggle slightly at the sound of his innocence.

- Reluctantly, MC opened her eyes, being greeted by the bright red rubies of his irises, though he didn’t look too pleased. Her voice was hoarse as she spoke quietly: “Good morning...”

- “Is it true?” Zen questioned her before she had even gotten the chance to really wake up. Her eyebrows knitted at his words, her brain not able to process what he meant. He continued, despite her obvious confusion, “Heiress of a multimillion dollar company?”

- “Oh,” MC groaned, tempted by the thought of falling back to sleep. “I should have known this was going to happen...”

- “So it’s true?!”

- “I was going to tell you,” she mumbled with a soft smile, sitting up to be level with him. “I don’t know how much you’ve read but—”

- “A lot.” Zen interjected, his eyes still wide.

- She could only laugh at his sudden outburst, “Ok then.” She placed a gentle hand on top of his, trying to reassure his shock and confusion. “My father owns the company and I work for him full time, though I’ve been taking a break. What with the party, and finding you,” she teased him with a smile, “I took a step back for a couple months.”

- “But you weren’t going to tell me?” He kept his straight look until he, himself, was also smiling. “So my girlfriend is the most attractive woman and a phenomenal businesswoman?”

- “Maybe,” she smirked, leaning in closer to him.

- He kissed her supple lips, a smirk dressing his own lips. He pulled away with a dark gaze, though a small laugh was still present. “And can I ask how much you make?”

- “A lot.”

.

Jaehee:

- “I know you gave up office work, but do you want to be my new assistant?” MC tried to laugh off her comment but in reality her words were nothing but honest. She sighed heavily as she combed a hand through her hair, tapping her pen on the table simultaneously.

- Jaehee was nothing but supportive when it came to MC’s work. She knew how hard it was to sit in an office all day and then have to bring home even more work, yet not even MC could convince her to go back to it. She loved her immensely but she wasn’t willing to read another report of any quarter.

- “No, but I can offer you more than an assistant can,” her voice graced MC’s ears and she hummed in response. Her eyes moved from the paperwork to the mug of coffee Jaehee had placed down carefully, her eyes softening at the sight. “I’m allowed to give the emotional support, and I know assistants are useless at that.”

- She sat down next to her at the table, placing a reassuring hand on her back. She couldn’t help but glance at the paperwork having had it cause MC so much stress, though that wasn’t too unusual. Many nights the two of them had sat at the table together while her girlfriend strained herself over some words on a piece of paper.

- MC leaned into her touch, gazing to her lovingly. “How did you put up with it?”

- “With what?”

- “People like me,” she sighed as she sat back up, placing her pen flat on the table.

- “You mean Jumin?”

- “Not him in particular... Just people telling you what to do constantly. Sometimes I wonder if I should just give this up, let my father handle everything.”

- Jaehee moved to hold her chin, guiding MC’s face to her own. “MC, are you good at what you do?” She didn’t get a response initially, but her hardening glared prompted an uneasy nod. “And do you, for the most part, enjoy your job?”

- “Yes...”

- “Then I don’t ever want you to stop doing something you enjoy.” Jaehee cupped her cheek with care, smiling brightly at the tired features before her. “You are so incredibly talented, don’t let some stress tell you otherwise.”

- MC smiled to herself, her eyes downcast before she managed to look up to Jaehee, “Thank you.”

.

Jumin:

- Of course Jumin knew who she was before she had even been introduced to the RFA. They had no business together whatsoever but it was important to be knowledgeable about those around him- not mentioning he would openly admit she was very attractive. That being said, he looked forward to meeting her in person when the time came.

- The party was relatively relaxed that time around- mainly due to the fact it had been so rushed- but that’s not to say he didn’t enjoy it. It was quieter and more refined than the previous parties, and he had had the pleasure of finally meeting MC.

- She caught his eye immediately from the other side of the room as he entered the main hall. The photos he had seen did not do her justice in the slightest, he could tell that from the distance between them without a doubt in his mind.

- Jumin greeted her with nothing but confidence, extending a hand and shaking it assertively. “It’s a pleasure to meet you finally, MC.”

- Her face was ever so slightly flushed, the glass in her hand evident that she had already had a bit to drink. “Jumin. I feel like we should have met long before this.” She gave him a genuine smile, “I really admire your work.”

- “Our lines of work aren’t too far from each other,” he chuckled lowly, revealing his first smile of the night, “I would argue your work is more admirable.”

- “What? That’s ridiculous,” MC paused to sip at her wine, furrowing her eyebrows to Jumin’s amusement, “I’m limited to one brand of car; your company is huge.” Her hands exaggerated her words, mimicking how big she beloved it to be.

- Had he have known he would have found talking to MC such an enjoyable pass time he would have done it much sooner. She was nothing but relaxed around him and they could talk on subjects that the others weren’t too informed on; he didn’t feel that usual unease to make a good first impression.

- Most of the evening had flown by before Jumin had even realised he’d allowed himself to be so caught up in conversation the heiress. Anyone who had wanted to talk to him must have been disappointed because they wouldn’t have stood a chance against MC.

- Between low laughs and catching glances of her bright smile, he glanced at his watch. “You’ve kept me very distracted, MC,” he smirked at her as his gaze shifted to her eyes.

- “Forgive me, that wasn’t my intention,” she giggled, nursing her fresh glass of alcohol. Maybe she was drunk enough to be openly flirting with him now, she wasn’t too sure.

- He cocked an eyebrow at her expression, she knew exactly how to entice him. “I wouldn’t mind if it was.” She didn’t respond, instead drinking her wine as her face flushed. He swallowed thickly, averting his gaze from her reddened cheeks. “Perhaps we could arrange to meet again? I’d love to talk business with you... or otherwise.”

- MC’s eyes widened and she smiled nervously. “I’d like that.”

- Needless to say, there were lots of talks between their companies in future. MC even went so far as to have a limited model of car released named after Elizabeth- in white of course- for Jumin after they’d gotten married.

.

Seven

- Most of Seven’s babies came from MC’s company, so you can imagine his excitement when he started his background research. It took him less than a minute to pull up her name and then the subsequent details about her position at work.

- He was calling her almost immediately, completely interrupting the messenger and essentially stealing MC for himself.

- The phone call was unexpected but she didn’t hesitate to answer it. “Hello?”

- “MC?” Seven’s voice was full of excitement, the sound audible like a child trying to hold in their joy.

- “Speaking.”

- “Oh. My. God!” His voice boomed through the phone, causing MC to wince slightly on the other end. “Can I just say, your company’s cars are one of the most amazing things in the world.”

- Awestruck, she didn’t really know how to respond to a statement like that. It wasn’t often that she would receive random phone calls, but never were they something so sudden and confusing as this. She hesitated slightly: “Thank you... I’m sorry but... who is this?”

- “Oh,” Seven caught himself from the thoughts that were so quickly escaping him and leaving his mouth, he in fact hadn’t even introduced himself. “I’m Seven. 707. I was in the messenger.”

- “The hacker?”

- “Yes!” He seemed far too hyper for what she imagined to be a somewhat mundane job.

- “Well, I’m glad you like the cars... How many do you own?”

- “Four,” his words were blunt, not telling of how much he’d really spent on them, “I have another one I want to order but my maid is telling me not to.”

- “Right...” MC fell quite, unsure of how to approach this man and his extremely sporadic thought process.

- Just as Seven was about to reply, his eyes caught the monitor and his grin was quick to fade. His voice calmed and he had this almost unnerving sense of peace as he said her name.

- “Seven?”

- “Promis me you’ll make a nice one one day. One that I can take someone special far away from here, okay?”

- “...Okay.”

#mystic messenger #mysme #yoosung x mc #yoosung kim #zen x mc #zen #jaehee x mc #jaehee #jumin x mc #jumin han #seven x mc #seven #mc mystic messenger #mc myseme #mystic messenger drabble #mysme drabble #mystic messenger headcanon

[chuffyfan87]

Growing Pains. Part 1a (NSFW)

Cowritten with @disastrousintention. Sequel to Hiding. Set appropriately six years after the end of that fic.

-x-

It was Christmas morning in the Fairhead household but it wasn't just any Christmas - today was special for another reason. Christmas meant it was also the twins' birthday. It was a special birthday for the girls, they’d finally hit the age of thirteen.

Despite now being teenagers they still got up at the crack of dawn, running upstairs and banging on their parents' bedroom door.

"Mum! Dad! Wake up!"

“Urgh!” Charlie groaned loudly as he rolled over and cuddled Duffy’s naked body, “Girls! Its... 6am!”

"But it's our birthday!" Tilly replied excitedly.

“I know but your mum’s nice, warm and naked.”

“Urgh, Dad that’s gross!” Lottie replied, pulling a face.

"Charlie!" Duffy gasped.

“We’re gonna go back to our room, we’ll give you ten minutes to finish whatever you’re doing.” Tilly and Lottie went back to their room.

"They'll be very disappointed to know that I'm just going to go back to sleep!" Duffy chuckled, fluffing her pillow.

Charlie's hands roamed her body, “Just sleep?”

"I was up late last night helping Santa unload his sack." She giggled before stretching like a cat.

“And not just the one on his back either, I seem to recall.” He smirked, his hands cupping her breasts. “Five minute quickie?”

"Oh you're such a romantic!" She giggled as she rolled onto her back.

He moved over the top of her and was about to enter her when the door handle began to rattle. “Mummy!” It was Paul.

"That lock was the best idea we ever had!" Duffy chuckled as she moved to get up. She grabbed her nighty from the floor and threw it on before going to see what Paul wanted. "Morning sunshine!" She smiled at the six year old.

“Certainly was.” Charlie began to get changed, throwing on some pyjama bottoms and his dressing gown.

Paul smiled at his mum, “Santa been?”

"He has, shall we see what he got you?" She asked, taking her dressing gown from the hook behind the door.

“Lots of toys.” Paul replied with a giggle.

"Just what we need - more toys!" Duffy chuckled.

“More toys!” Paul grinned and dived towards the stairs. “Everyone awake!! Everyone up!!” He began to shout.

"Paul! Shush!" Duffy urged but it was too late. The twins and Oli came bounding out to join them.

“It’s our birthday!” The girls loudly declared.

"Now you're both the same age as me again." Emily grumbled sleepily as she joined them all on the landing.

“Cheer up Em! Won’t be for long.” They playfully nudged each side of their sister.

"Where are Jake and Louis?" Oli asked, noticing that his big brothers hadn't joined them.

“Here.” They both grumbled as they came out of their rooms, rubbing their eyes and yawning.

“It’s far too early!” Louis complained.

"Its alright for Peter, I bet he's still asleep in his flat right now." Jake grumbled.

“Doing god knows what with girls!” Louis laughed loudly.

"Boys!" Duffy chided.

“Sorry.” Louis replied with a smile.

"Peter will be joining us for lunch later. Alone as far as I'm aware." Duffy replied pointedly.

Charlie knew Peter was seeing someone, well several girls in fact. He’d heard the rumours.

Whilst at uni Peter had thrown himself headfirst into the social aspects of life away from home. Despite this he had still graduated well and was now working full time.

And Charlie couldn’t have been prouder of the fact he’d graduated in Chemical Engineering and was doing a job he loved. “Come on then rugrats, let’s go and see what Santa’s brought.”

The lounge was full with stacks of presents each wrapped in a different colour of paper with a name tag on the top to indicate the recipient.

“Santa did good.” Charlie replied as he lent against the door.

"He did very good indeed." Duffy winked.

Charlie kissed Duffy’s cheek as they moved to sit on the sofa and watched the children fight for the presents.

What had taken hours to buy, wrap and stack descended into chaos in a matter of minutes!

The girls whistled, causing everyone to stop arguing.

Jake stared in amazement at his youngest sisters. Who knew they could whistle that loud?!

“Can we dismantle this pile a lot quieter?” Tilly asked.

"Since when did you not like noise?" Emily asked, her eyebrow raised in perfect imitation of her mother.

“When it gives me a headache.” Tilly answered back. Only for Emily to roll her eyes, once again in Perfect imitation of her mother and response with a mutter, “God thats got to be a first.”

"Emily be nice." Duffy smiled, shaking her head indulgently at Tilly.

Emily pouted. “Ok mama.”

Reaching behind the sofa Duffy then handed a wrapped package to Charlie. "Merry Christmas handsome."

Charlie smiled as he took hold of the present, “I may have forgot to buy you one.” He teased.

She stuck her tongue out at him and turned back to watch the children, pretending to be in a huff.

The children couldn’t stay in a huff for long and soon it was all forgotten about as they opened their presents. Charlie took the wrapping paper off his present.

"I hope you like it. I wasn't really sure what to get you."

“I’ve got everything I ever need.” He smiled brightly.

"Your legendary charm won't save you if you really haven't gotten me a present!" Duffy giggled.

“Of course I’ve brought you a present. Would I not?” He kissed her cheek.

"Where is it then?" She pouted playfully.

He whispered something rude into her ear that caused them both to laugh.

"You wouldn't?" She giggled.

“Is that a challenge, Mrs Fairhead?”

"Sounds like one to me!"

He smirked. “You’re on.”

"Oh I'm looking forward to this!"

He chuckled softly.

A little while later the Christmas presents were all unwrapped and the twins were begging to open their birthday presents.

“Go on then, knock yourselves out kiddos.”

"Woohoo!" Tilly and Lottie yelled with excitement.

The girls began to open their birthday presents. There was a series of delighted shrieks and giggles as the girls tore open their birthday presents.

“Yes! Mum, dad, thank you so much!”

"We got the right thing then?" Duffy asked with a smile.

“Yes!”

"Phew! I nearly sent your dad to get it but decided better of it." Duffy giggled.

“Dad would’ve got the wrong one.”

"More than likely." Duffy teased, nudging her husband playfully.

“Well, that’s just rude.” Charlie answered and pouted.

Seeing his dad's face Oli ran over and gave him a cuddle.

Charlie picked up his son and hugged him tightly, “Love you.” He said quietly.

"You're the best daddy!" Oli grinned.

Charlie's heart wanted to burst. “I’m glad you think so, little man.”

"Santa got me a remote control car daddy!" Oli continued excitedly.

“Did he?” Charlie grinned, “How did he know you wanted one of those?”

"I wrote it in my letter!" Oli replied giggling.

“The letter you sent to Santa?”

"Yeh! You were there when I wrote it daddy!"

"Funny that!" Louis smirked.

“Was I? I don’t remember you writing a letter to Santa.”

"Daddy you're so silly!"

Charlie began to tickle Oli gently.

As always it took longer to tidy up the mess made my unwrapping the presents than it did to unwrap them in the first place.

As he looked around the living room at every single child, bar Peter, Charlie found himself feeling emotional. He was so lucky to have such a wonderful family!

Though they often fought and teased each other it was clear that kids loved each other deep down. All the children, even Louis, had grown closer the older they’d got.

Leaving the children to play with their presents Duffy headed into the kitchen to make a start on lunch.

Charlie crept in the kitchen behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Hello again, gorgeous.”

"Have you come to help or distract me?" She giggled.

“Let me think.” His tongue ran against her earlobe, “Distract. Definitely distract.”

"Lucky I've gotten used to your distraction methods isn't it?"

“Well after x amount of years, I’d like to think so.”

"I'm not even going to dignify that by giving you the right number!" She shook her head indulgently at him before leaning back into his embrace as his hands started to wander.

“Twenty six years officially, isn’t it?” His hands moved towards her breasts.

"That's how long we've known each other yes."

“And you’re still just as sexy.”

"Do we need your eyes testing again?" She teased.

“No.” He cupped her breasts, “You are so sexy! You haven’t changed.”

"Hmm, I'll just have to take your word for that." She smiled as she arched her back slightly into his touch.

“Yes you will.” His hands moved from her breasts and slightly undid her dressing gown, his hands going under her nightie. “Would appear Charlie Jr still finds you incredibly gorgeous too.”

She wiggled her bottom against him. "He does indeed."

He groaned feeling her bottom wriggle. “I’d bend you over this counter and screw you right here.” He whispered in her ear.

"I'm not sure the kids would appreciate that!" She laughed.

“Probably not.”

"Shame coz I like the idea very much." She mused, grinning.

“We could always sneak off for ten minutes."

"You are a bad man..!" She purred.

“And you, Mrs Fairhead, are a bad, bad woman.”

"You wouldn't want me any other way."

“No. That’s true.”

Despite Charlie's best efforts to distract her Duffy managed to eventually get the dinner prepared and cooking.

Everyone had just about finished getting washed and dressed when Peter arrived to join them late in the morning.

Emily opened the door, “Thought I could smell you.” She said to Peter.

"And its lovely to see you too Emmy!"

She hugged her brother, “Nice to see you! You look well. Got a girlfriend yet?” She laughed as she began to move into the hall.

"Who are you? Mum?" Peter teased.

“Narr, not that old.” Emily laughed.

"Excuse me young lady?! What was that?" Duffy remarked as she entered the hallway. "Peter!" She grinned, pulling her eldest son into a hug.

#chuffy #charlie and duffy #charlie fairhead #lisa duffin

[saintbalor-blog]

“ BYE-BYE BOWERS, HELLO HOCKSTETTER ! “

REQUEST: stalker!patrick. so maybe he’s obsessed with the new girl in derry, creeps her out heaps, he notices she’s becoming close/flirty with a boy (maybe henry lol but thats up to you) and hes PISSED, because she is HIS property, so one day she’s walking home and he follows her, the parents arent home, NSFW content begins to boil~~ i will give you my entire life if its a super long story, this massive patrick fanfic shortage is destroying me, i love u btw, thanks for blessing us w/ ur writing.

A/N: pls don’t slut shame y/n for wanting a lil’ makeout here and there, girls are allowed to want those things too without being called sluts !!!! let your little hearts enjoy making out as much as the next boy does !!!!

The infamous Patrick Hockstetter wasn’t sure if it was the way Y/F/N oh so confidently carried herself through the crowded school halls on her first day, despite the ‘NEW KID’ label pasted all over her, oozing a level of confidence that he desperately desired to rip away from her. He wasn’t sure if it was the way each male gaze shamelessly lingered over her body a little too long when she wore that floral dress, evident that they were all harboring their own sinful thoughts based around the girl just like he was and making her an even better challenge; he’d have the girl every guy wanted in his hands including the girl Henry Bowers was currently infatuated with.

Patrick’s sick little game of making her his was no secret to Y/N, noticing the way he went out of his way to throw vile passes at her whenever his friends weren’t around and how his gaze hungrily took her in whenever she passed by him — mimicking the look a lion shot it’s future meal. It was a look that made her wish the hallway’s tiled floor would suck her in and take her far away from him, wishing she’d never have to be in the same vicinity as him ever again but that was near impossible.

Henry setting his sights on her not only made it harder to avoid Patrick but it made it far more difficult to remain under the radar since everyone knew Bowers had his eyes on her since the moment she stepped foot in the school; they just weren’t sure of the emotions behind his motives. To her, it was crystal clear what he wanted from her when he began cat calling her from his spot against his locker, his short-fuse always ticking when she would simply roll her eyes and continue walking away from him — unaware of the smile ghosting across the lips him and Patrick had dirty thoughts about when she was out of their sight.

As much as Henry Bowers wanted to ignore the way Patrick leered at the girl of his dreams like Y/N did, it was growing harder and harder when the thoughts that she might choose Patrick over him began crossing his mind. That petty insecure thought of having Hockstetter as competition fueled his frustration towards the girl ignoring him even more, causing him to have far more grumpy days than he’d like.

Though, those frustrating days were put to rest when he was rummaging through his mess of a locker for his knife, shutting the metal door once his search was done and revealing the face he’d think of whenever he got off at night waiting for him on the other side.

Pressing her mix textbooks and spiral journals closer to her chest in anticipation, Y/N flashed him a toothy smile and delivered a soft “Hi” in his direction. Henry froze in his shoes, not anticipating the girl’s sudden bravery and unsure of how to go about it; not one that’s particularly skilled in the female department, his friend’s not offering much help on their end as they were nowhere to be seen.

Unaware that one of his ‘friends’ actually was in the area, Henry went about the situation as best as he could manage, not noticing the daggers being shot at his back as Patrick watched the whole ordeal from the corner of the hall. Morbid thoughts of beating his friend to a pulp raced through his brain when he watched Y/N rip a sheet of lined paper from the glittery pink notebook and scrawl her number on it, handing it to Henry with a flirtatious bat of her eyelashes before turning on her heel.

Sucking in the inside of his cheek and biting it when Henry stuffed the note that belonged to him in his pocket, Patrick made it his goal of the day to bring it upon himself to remind Y/N who she actually belonged to. Once Henry was out of hall, probably heading off to the car since it dismissal, Patrick began following Y/N on her walk home with her friend; keeping a safe distance away from the gossiping pair.

“It’s good to have a little danger in your life every now and then.” Y/N laughed with her friend when she told her about who she gave her number to earlier, trying to convince her friend that it wasn’t as bad of an idea as she thought while they walked down the sidewalk together — unaware of the pair of dark eyes watching them from a few feet behind. “Plus a little makeout here and there isn’t so bad either.”

“It’s not only the fact that you went for Bowers of all people,” Lana, Y/N’s first friend at the school, scrunched her nose in disgust at Y/N’s taste in boys. “But you went for him when you know Patrick has a thing for you too, it’s like you’re asking for crazy psycho-boy drama in your life.” She exclaimed, using hand motions to further emphasize how reckless Y/N’s plan was; knowing that there would be no positive outcome with messing with that gang of boys.

Y/N shrugged, hooking her thumbs around the thick straps of her backpack and shooting her friend a knowing look. “We’ll hang out, we’ll makeout, and that’ll be it. Nothing more, nothing less.” Her words were spoken with such conviction that Lana almost believed her, almost, but she knew who Henry and Patrick were.

She knew Y/N was messing with deadly fire and was bound to get burned sooner or later, whether it be by Bower’s short temper or Hockstetter’s sickly ways.

“Alright but when it all blows up in your face, don’t you dare drag me into that crazy drama that’s gonna unfold.” Lana sighed in defeat and pointed an accusatory finger at her gal pal, knowing that Y/N’s freshness in the school didn’t allow her to fully realize who the Bowers’ gang was.

“That won’t be the only thing blowing up in my face.” Y/N shot her friend a suggestive smirk across her lip glossed lips once her brand new home came into view, raising her eyebrows before bursting out into laughter once she saw Lana’s disgusted expression painted across her pretty features.

“Gross.” Lana playfully pushed Y/N’s shoulder, not thankful for the visual image she got of her good friend and Henry Bowers together. “Be careful with him, with both of them.”

She sternly warned Y/N once more when they were a few steps away from her friend’s home, pulling her into a quick hug and feeling a cold front in her body when she thought she caught a glimpse of a familiar raven haired boy. Not being able to see it a second time, she shook her head at the stupid idea and smiled at her friend before parting ways.

“See ya!” Y/N called over her shoulder, fingers wrapping themselves around her black lanyard with her house keys and a hand waving goodbye to her friend. “Make sure to give me all the deets tomorrow!”

Upon entering her home, she was met with the familiar silence she always received after school, her parents always off at work. Kicking the door shut with her foot without locking the door, her first mistake of the night, she was eager to destress from school as she headed up to her room.

Lana’s words of caution rang in her head, ‘—with both of them’, the thought of double danger enticing her teenage hormones far more than it should. Tossing her backpack and lanyard to their designated corner of her room, Y/N headed over to her closet and began undressing from her school clothes in hopes of getting comfier but the figure looming at her doorway had other plans in mind.

Her jeans were barely pooling around her ankles when she felt a clammy hand fall over her mouth, the lipgloss providing a sticky barrier between her lips and the skin. Fingers played in between the strands of her hair as she felt the rough fabric of denim rubbing against the back of her exposed thighs, the cold touch of the metal from his belt buckle pressing against her lower back and his hot breath playing against the sensitive skin of her neck.

“It’s like you knew I was coming over, getting all ready for me to fuck you.” Patrick whispered in her ear, the sound of his voice causing her to squirm even more as his tongue began leaving a trail of saliva from her ear all the way down to her shoulder.

Y/N’s feelings grew conflicted as she tried to remind herself that this was not the boy she wanted, that she preferred having to take the direct route herself with Henry than having it taken on her like he was currently doing. Y/N’s body was betraying her, though, when she felt her back arch into his body as his hand moved from her hair to in between her thighs and his lips began leaving heavy kisses on her neck.

Shutting her eyes in a feeble attempt to shut out the pleasure he was giving her, she pushed her elbow back into his boner when his hand was inches away from her reaching the material of her underwear. Stumbling with an amused grin plastered on his face, the back of his hand wiped the saliva glazing his lips that were previously worshipping her skin as he looked down at the flustered half-dressed girl with intent to finish what he started — teaching her a lesson of who she belonged to.

“I swear to god if you don’t leave, I’ll call Henry right now and tell him that you’re here.” Y/N attempted her best to sound intimidating but it proved to be tough when you were standing in front of a boy who thrived on making your life hell. “He’ll kick your fucking ass.” She added once she noticed he wasn’t backing down, instead, his lanky figure was beginning to inch closer to her once again.

Y/N’s eyes glanced over at the pastel phone resting on the bedside table, remembering that Henry was due to call any moment and her situation wouldn’t sit well with him. The bedroom wall by her phone put an end to her small escape from Patrick, her body softly hitting the wall and forcing her to accept that her fate was in his hands now; despite this being her room and her home.

Eyes that could never match his amount of bad intentions met his oceanic ones that were deep in sin and misbehavior when he stood in front of her, his body towering over hers as his arm rested against the space above her and his hand aggressively cupped her face. His fingers pressed into her skin with a hostility that didn’t quite match the entertained smile on his lips as he forced her attention on him.

“I’ll tell Henry you begged me to fuck you, you little slut, and he won’t even think twice about putting you through some hell for ‘betraying him’.” Patrick threatened, enjoying the way her eyes widened at his words and her chest heaving up and down in anxiousness. “That kid is ruthless when it comes to things that he thinks belong to him. I think it has to do with his major daddy issues.”

“You wouldn’t.” Y/N breathed, not wanting to ruin her school life for herself so quickly; unaware that any sense of peace and fun at school was quickly stripped from her life when she decided to get involved with the boys, proving Lana’s words right. “You’re so fucking sick, Patrick.” She spat when he leered at her and innocently shrugged his shoulders at the idea of ruining her life, all because she gave Bowers her number.

Any statement lacking the sense of a threat escaping her lips was cut short when the shrill sound of her phone ringing filled the tense air, her gaze shifting over to Patrick as if asking for his permission to get the phone. Pushing her towards the phone with the hand placed on her chin, Patrick took a seat atop of the bedside table and next to the phone as she a hesitant hand on top of the phone, unsure if she should risk him saying anything into the phone to anger Henry.

“I’d suggest answering before it gets to a fourth ring, our little Henry isn’t the most patient guy in the world.” Patrick’s voice ripped her from the privacy of her thoughts, reminding her that the phone had already rung three times and she hadn’t picked it up yet.

“Hello?” Y/N nervously greeted the caller on the other end, keeping her watch on Patrick and twirling the cord of the phone with her index finger. “Henry, hey. Me? I’m not up to anything, what about you?”

Trying to sound calm and collected when danger was basically staring you right in the eye with a smile resembling the Cheshire Cat was proving to be far more difficult than she thought. Averting his gaze away from him, she hoped it would make the long awaited phone call go easier but it only made Patrick want to make it more difficult when she stripped him of her attention.

Patrick pushed himself off the wooden furniture and stepped back in front of her, aware that she couldn’t move away from him due to the phone cord being as little as his self-control. The way she spoke the other boy’s name with such glee in her tone infuriated him, his hands forcefully pushing her against the wall, the back of her head colliding with the bedroom wall with a hard thump and a pain-filled whine slipping out.

“Oh, I just tripped on a book, sorry. What were you saying about tonight?” Y/N saved her ass, quick to come up with an excuse for her the ‘ow’ the betrayed her and slipped out of her mouth.

Moving back to his previous position from a few minutes prior, Patrick laid his arm on the wall above her head, his free hand trailing up her inner thigh with a slowness that actually left her craving for him to speed up. Feeling his large hand curl around her upper thigh and squeeze, Y/N’s shaky breath hitched in the back of her throat.

“Y-Yeah, I’m totally up for it if you are, Henry.” Y/N’s sudden stuttering reminded Henry of the loser with the missing brother, any sign of the confident girl from the hallway gone and giving him the confidence boost he needed for himself as he gave her details for later.

Henry’s babbling about later was becoming irrelevant to her as Patrick pressed his slender fingers against her underwear, taking his time with each circular motion they made while his lips closed around the skin resting behind her ear lobe. Y/N’s grip around the curve of the plastic phone loosened when she felt him rob her off his heavenly touch, the hand between her thighs trailing around her lips as he slid two fingers in her mouth, coating them with her saliva before moving back between her legs.

“So, it’s a date?” Y/N interrupted Henry’s drawn out explanation on tonight’s events, the giddiness she felt earlier at the thought of hearing his voice on her phone diminishing each time Patrick’s nipped on the skin of her neck, the tip of his tongue trailing over the spot and towards the next with each nip.

“The guys will still be there so no but you can call it a date if you want.” Henry’s indifference towards a romantic date would’ve upset her earlier but now, with Patrick working on a hickey by her ear and his fingers sliding her underwear to the side, she didn’t seem to have a care in the world for Henry. “I know you’re not comfortable with Hockstetter so I could just not mention it to him, if you want.”

At the mention of his name, Patrick stopped working on the bruise he was giving her and waited for her to give what he deemed a correct response.

“Well…” Y/N teasingly trailed off, much to Patrick’s dismay but was quickly stumbling over a plea for Henry to reconsider when Patrick moved the free hand on the wall to her throat, his fingers quick to curl around her neck. “I actually don’t mind Patrick so it’s fine if he goes.”

“You sure?” Henry was confused by her sudden approval of the tall boy, vaguely remembering her mentioning how creepy she found him when they were talking in the hallway earlier.

Patrick’s fingers tightened around her throat when she took a second too long to reply to the boy on the other line, not wanting their facade to fall apart so easily. If anyone was going to be the bearer of news to Henry, it would be him and it would be face-to-face with a smug tone from him.

“Pa-“ What started off as a moan for the odd boy holding her down was cut off when she remembered she was on the phone, Patrick’s lips quirking up into a sick smirk at her almost slip up when he released her throat. “Patrick isn’t as bad as I thought, Henry, so it’s fine.” She weakly tried to explain, feeling his hand snake down to her side, gripping her hard enough to let her know he planned on leaving bruises on her body.

“What the hell is up with you, Y/L/N?” By now, Bowers was growing agitated by her strange behavior, a tiny part deep inside of him feeling as though it was his fault but the reality was much worse. “You’re acting weird as fuck right now.” His tone was terse and harsh, underlying times of insecurity there for anyone who cared to look.

“Sorry, Henry,” Y/N was quick to apologize, the feeling of Patrick’s fingers - coated in her spit - sliding in her with ease pushing her to end the conversation before she’d moan something she’d regret. “I’m just excited to see you is all, I mean it.” She was quick to choose something she knew would appeal to his bruised ego and she was right, his mood perked up immediately.

“Good, I’m picking you up in an hour.” The sound of Henry’s voice holding a grin in it made Patrick want to laugh, his demented brain already thinking of all the ways he’d rub it in his face that the girl wouldn’t even dream of being with him after he was done with her.

The click of the phone call ending was enough for Patrick to snatch the phone from her weak hold and slam it back into the receiver. His hand gripping onto her side quick to scoop her wrists in it and place them above her head, making her back arch as she craved for him to continue fingering her, his slender fingers going in nice and slow each time.

Moving from her neck to her soft lips, he pushed his lips against hers with an intensity that she could only label as animalistic, the insides of her lips pressing against her teeth. It wasn’t romantic or sweet by any means but it was good enough for the moment, her body more focused on the way he slid his fingers in an out of her than how romantic he was being with her.

“Patrick.” Y/N moaned his name between the fiery kisses, his lips parting from hers as he decided to take a look at his work, indulging in the sight of the girl’s shaking body beneath him; relishing in the fact at how fast he brought her down to him.

“That’s right. Say my name, not Bowers’. You’re mine, Y/N, all mine.” Patrick pulled the collar of her shirt down, attaching himself to the skin barely exposed by the wear of a shirt and beginning to leave his second hickey of the night, planning on it to be bigger than the last.

“Stop, he’s gonna see-“ Y/N protested but the idea of Henry seeing her that intimately just made him work faster on it, eager to crush the idea of those two ever being together. She quickly left the idea of stopping him when she felt that familiar sensation course through her body. “Shit.” She cursed under her breath when Patrick slid his fingers out of her, the material of her underwear sliding back into place and damp from how wet he left her.

Unwrapping himself from the shaking and bruised girl, he departed from him with eager thoughts of her breaking Henry’s heart later. “I’ll see you in an hour.” Patrick excused himself, shooting her only last satisfied glance before exiting her room.

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Why Try[Yoongi x Reader] pt.1

SUMMARY: So I randomly thought how Yoongi would be like for this so,although My idea was having  a rap song but eh,this song fit better here.I’m still working on the title since I haven’t got one.If you want Part 2 request for it

PAIRING: Min Yoongi x Reader

WORDS: 1010

TYPE/WARNING:

REQUEST:

SONG: One Last Time 

WRITTER:

I was a liar I gave into the fire I know I should've fought it At least I'm being honest

Caught up in the moment of making out at your house with a random man you’ve met in the club.

Okay so it was wrong,but you couldn’t help it.If your boyfriend was paying attention to you,you wouldn’t have been in this position.

Sitting on his lap grinding into him as you can feel his ever growing bulge,His hands on your chest,slightly pinching your breast.

As he left sloppy wet kisses on your neck you realize the whole situation

‘No. . . I can’t do Yoongi this. . .’

“Stop. . .I SAID STOP!” You shouted at the man and puahed him back as you got off of him

“W-why?” The unknown man stuttered

“Because I have a boyfriend and I can’t do this”

“You mean you had a boyfriend” You gasp when you turned around and saw Yoongi’s face,standing there with a hurt exression

“Yoo-”

“Don’t,I left the studio early since I’ve been too hook on my work to give you any affection but here you are sucking the life out of this fuck face. . .I want to see you out by the morning”He said as he left the house that you and him sh-the house that you used to live in

Feel like a failure 'Cause I know that I failed you I should've done you better 'Cause you don't want a liar (come on)

Home at the old house you had,eating the third bucket of ice-cream.

“I mean,I can’t blame him... He trusted me and I blew it,I failed him when he put his trust in me.”

“Y/n I’m a shame of you,Look at you,a mess hair unkempt,buckets  of ice-cream and girl you reek.Look  I know what you did was wrong,and that you could have done better but come on staying here whole day isnt going to help you”  Your friend  Y/B/F/N told you

She’s right,It’s been three months and here I am still crying over this,what if I fix myself maybe I can get him back. . .But he doesnt wants lairs. .  .

“B/f/n Help me fix myself"

After a week of B/f/n helping you back into shape,she did a pretty good job on you.

You were walking with your dog(or) cat in the park when you saw Yoongi with. . . another girl.And not just any girl

Your ex best friend.You wasn’t that surprised since she used to steal all the guys you had,but this mad you mad

“Is she serious? Hn we’ll see about that”

And I know, and I know, and I know She gives you everything but boy I couldn't give it to you And I know, and I know, and I know That you got everything But I got nothing here without you

You turned into a stalker,You stalked both there instagram,twitter facebook etc all social media of them and it was creepy,But the bright side was how the ARMYS didn’t like her due to her past.

One of her ex friends exposed her on the internet and all hell broke lose.

But you kept looking threw there picture’s,all of her kissing his lips,The lips you once kissed. . .

You picked up your phone and scroll threw the contacts.You found the name you were looking for 

You threw your phone at the wall,as tears started to come out of your eyes

“Why did I do it?! Why?!” You lay your head in your pillow crying your eyes out.

“Come on Y/n pull yourself together,If messaging him isn't working then i need to fine another route”

So one last time I need to be the one who takes you home One more time I promise after that, I'll let you go Baby I don't care if you got her in your heart All I really care is you wake up in my arms One last time I need to be the one who takes you home

“But please!Just hear me out!” You told him while you kept knocking on the door.

It was hard,Jungkook was the one who inform all of the boys that you were coming,but before he can even warn them you were infront of the door banging away.

“Y/N he doesn’t want to see you! Leave!” Jin told you threw the other side of the door

“Well get comfy because I’m not leaving here till I speak to him” You said as you kept knocing

“Hyung!Just go and make her stop!” You heard what sounded like Jimin’s voice

“Yah! My ears will bleed!”

You knocked louder,you stopped when you heard shuffling on the other side.You put your ears on the door to hear whispers.

You then continue to knock.The door opened and you saw Min Yoongi

“Now that wasn’t heard now was it?”You joked alittle

“What is it now Y/n?”

“Just give me one more chance,Thats all I’m asking please!”

“My answer is-” You cut him off by saying

“ I promise after that, I'll let you go Baby I don't care if you got her in your heart All I really care is you wake up in my arms”

“Look Y/n I said no now goodbye” He said closing the door.All you can do is stare blankly at it

You wipe your eyes from the tears,You left to return to your house.

Afew days after that,you got a mail from a  talent agent who saw video of you singing a song on the internet,You accept it after meeting the person.

Few Months Later

As your career taking off after your first music video with Selena  Gomez,You were enjoying the life of fame,yet there was something missing.

That thing that was missing was your love,past love Min Yoongi.

There hasn’t been a day where you stop thinking of him,how his eyes used to sparkle at the glance of you,or the way he’d make a small smirk,or how he was a big soft for you,Only you...

You were home at your house writing a few lyrics for the new song.

Baby please dont go,

I’ll really miss you,

I’m so lonely

Please don’t go

Thats all you’ve gotten so far,It’s supposed to be a duet with Ariana Grande.You picked up your phone to message her,you got her number when you guys met in the AMA [American Music Awards]

You went to the music room that you had in your new house and started playing a few notes

Thats the end of this part if you want more request for it.My request box is always open until notice.This one-shot holds 1010 words for the story line.We do not count the notes,summaries etc

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