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sktt1-things · 4 years ago

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Mended (Faker x Reader)

You've been a part of a T1 for a long time, spending your time with Sanghyeok, known as Faker, you met him when you're new and you're getting along with other team players like Cuzz, Canna and Teddy, who became your close friends right after starting being best friends with Sanghyeok, it was a moment that you start falling for him couple of months later.

Ratings: Angst / Super Fluff

Featuring:

Cuzz (Woochan)

Canna (Changdong)

Teddy (Jinseong)

LS (Nick)

Effort (Sangho)

"(y/n)-noona" Changdong walked over to you "have you seen my jacket?" he asked.

You turned around and looked for the jacket that he asked and found it on his gaming chair "Changdong, have you seen Sanghyeok lately? he was so busy with interviews and stuff. You understand him but I've more concerned that he might out of focus when he was playing" said with a worry as you gave Changdong his jacket.

"Relax noona, he's getting used to it. It looks like you look concerned for Sanghyeok-hyung" he started chuckle when you mentioned about the part-owner.

"Changdong-ah, he was my best friend..." I stopped when my felt something that associate with him "more than that?"

"I KNEW IT" He giggled, it looks like he found out, but this Solo-killing machine is always keeping secrets because he might believed that it will ruined and getting more awkward.

"Hey what's going on here?" LS walked over to the practice room. "Hey Nick, we're just talking about Faker's interviews” you answered.

“Oh yeah, he might be done with that in a few, can we talk to him?" LS informed before we walked up to the main room of HQ and saw Faker already done with that "Sanghyeok-hyung, how is it?" Changdong

"It was good but I think I have to focus on League, and hey (y/n)" Sanghyeok smiled as he saw you appeared.

"Annyeong Sanghyeok, you're working too much, you need some rest" Faker has a tons of doing things like these, he deserves to rest and play League "I know (y/n), but can we talk in private?”

Wait... is he going to confess or what???

“uhm sure why not?” you replied as we’re going to the hallway, pretty much around here in silence but don’t know what’s going to happen, maybe it was the thought that you have about him.

“What’s up with you anyways?” you said in mature manner.

“There’s something that I can tell you” Sanghyeok said as he was trying to breath and telling about it “I’ve heard you’re talking to Changdong few weeks ago” he said.

“Wait, you know?” you said in kinda shock, it might be he have heard that you’ve told Changdong that you have feelings for Sanghyeok.

“Ne” he nodded “I was just flattered but...”

You expect the heartbreak though.

“I... just don’t feel the same” the heart broken into pieces as he said to you with words. You have to hold back your tears as the words already stuck in your head with a nod “It’s okay, I understand that”

“(y/n), joesonghamnida” Sanghyeok bowed with apology but he didn’t notice your little tears.

“It’s alright, we’re still friends right? I understand that you’re too busy with everything, I don’t want to be the cause of your career will jeopardized” you gave him a fake smile, never know what exactly would the next step after all of this “I have to go, goodnight Sanghyeok-oppa”

“yeah, goodnight (y/n)” he said in deep voice, you bowed a bit and walked out with the starts rolling down from your eyes, thinking of him never know that you’re crying right now.

You’ve rushed to your room, broke down by sitting on your bed, covering your face with hand as the tears more fell down, how it feels that you have been rejected by Sanghyeok.

It never been interrupted when Teddy and Cuzz walked over to your room “(y/n)-noona”, you saw them went over to your room but your face are full of tears.

“eotteohge doen geoyeyo? (what happened?)” They rushed over to her while Cuzz putting her head on arms wrapping around his shoulder for comfort "Sanghyeok-hyung?"

"He rejected me Woochan-ah" you said with a sniff.

"What? he must be a selfish punk right now!" Teddy said with the slight anger, you never seen him being angry at this.

"I'm so sorry to hear that noona" Cuzz hugged you tight like a sibling figure, he must be worried about your situation "Woochan-ah, I need to go somewhere for a while-" it was interruped when Canna walked over too "Noona?"

"She got rejected by that punk" Teddy said to Canna. Cuzz wiping your tears with the handkerchief while Canna "(y/n), you can stay to my sister for a while"

"Kamsamnida, Changdong maybe I could stay there just to let it pass this" you said while the sniff continues.

Few weeks later...

You already stayed in Canna's sister, it all happen you became close with as you're helping her "How's Changdong?"

"He's doing fine actually, but thank you for letting me stay here in your home"

"No worries (y/n), also thank you for taking care of my brother while staying in the HQ" she smiled as she gave me a food after we finished cooking "no problem, he's doing good nowadays"

"What happened anyway since you're staying at the building before?" Canna's noona said after biting her food.

"Sang-oppa rejected me few weeks ago, we've been close until it all happened" you frowned as she noticed that you've seemed to be bothered by the moment.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry to hear that, I bet my brother can give him some advice" she pointed it out because she knows her brother's intelligence and being open minded. You didn't answered at her question, continuing on eating a lot of food.

Meanwhile at HQ...

Faker seems to be bothered by your disappearance, all of his fellow players know about this situation but didn't inform him about you staying at Canna's sister.

"Sanghyeok-hyung, what's up?" Effort walked over, he came up to the headquarters after a week of vacation "Sangho-ah, have you seen (y/n) lately?" Faker asked, he felt something that it will might be a regret for him for a while.

"Ani, she left few weeks ago, Changdong-ah just informed me yesterday" Effort said, seems to be sad about what happened between both of you, about what Effort said about you leaving the building which made Faker without saying a word.

The flashback appeared: the moment he met you during the All Star Event as his opponent during the 1v1, the heads of Faker's org where he was sees the potential of you that it lead on signing with them as a streamer and content creator. You and him became more bestfriends when you both at the rooftop having a heart to heart talk, it made a lot more of both of you hanging out everyday along with his teammates which you become close also, but Faker didn't expect that he wanted more to be with you alone

The flashback ended when he pointed it out "I guess I've missed her".

"Why don't you make things right with her, because you know she felt that it was her fault for falling for a hyung like you" Effort said with an advice for his hyung.

Teddy walks in "Sanghyeok-hyung, you had one job for hurting her" he was lowkey mad at the team captain for hurting the noona of this circle "Anyway, she was staying in Changdong's province, you can make it up to her and we don't want you to be affected by our future matches with other teams"

"You're right Jinseong, since-" *phone buzzed on Faker's phone*

Sanghyeok-hyung, her train arrival here in Seoul will be in few minutes, go! - Changdong

Teddy tap his hand on Faker's shoulder "Get her hyung".

Faker smiled then run off from the HQ with his keys and car as he drove off to the Seoul train station but he have to do slowly because of the snow until he arrived at the parking lot.

Meanwhile, you walked off from the station forgot the cover for your neck because it was freezing "I don't know why I came back here although I really want to."

You keep standing there as you're waiting for the taxi to get you but you saw the car that Faker drove with and walked over to it "wait, why his car here"

You felt the warm scarf wrapped around your neck before the arms also wrapping around you

"(y/n)" he said with a mutter in his voice "I'm glad you came back"

You turn around as you saw him standing infront of you, still his arms around you "Sanghyeok, wha-" her words interrupted when his lips landed on yours deeply, felt he had waiting to do this for so long before he pulled it away "I was waiting for and make it up to you, I'm sorry for took so long to realize" he still muttered as he said to you with his forehead landed on yours “will you ever forgive me and be my girlfriend?”

“Of course Sanghyeok-ah, and I’ll stay with you” you smiled as he felt his heart rejoiced for you being back in Seoul, wanting to be with you longer. You didn’t expect much happier with this.

you can send some request thru ask because I was so busy with streaming and stuff, but will still gonna do it if I’m free lmao :D if you would like to revise this fanfic, let me know thru dms :D

And also CONGRATS TO T1 for winning the first game in LCK Spring! let’s support them even hoping of making it to Worlds this year <3

#Faker #Lee Sang Hyeok #Unkillable Demon King #Mid Laner #League of Legends #Faker x Reader #SKT T1 #T1 #Sang Hyeok Lee #x Reader #Angst

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imaginesforyourfandom · 5 years ago

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Disappointing - Krashlyn Imagine

(Y/N) POV:

“Are you nervous?” I looked towards Lieke as I sat on the bus on the way to the stadium. I shrugged my shoulders as I thought about whether or not I was nervous.

“I mean…I feel like I am…but like the normal amount?” I said as she nodded her head. “I mean…it’s the World Cup final. How can you not be nervous?”

“Yeah but I think it’s a little different for you…not all of us are playing against our parents.” I nodded my head at her statement. It is a true statement. Not everyone is in my situation. How many people can say they are about to play against their parents in the biggest game of their life?

Up until the age of 12, I was living in an orphanage in the Netherlands. Then, the US Women’s National Team played a game in Amsterdam. I caught the eyes of my parents who had as they put it ‘fallen in love’ with me. They adopted me and have raised me as theirs ever since. When I was 17, I got a call up to the Netherlands National Team and have played professionally since. Its only been 2 years, but I don’t know what I would do not being on this team.

I think playing soccer is what most drew my parents to me. It has been a dream being with them because I really couldn’t ask for a better family than them.

“Alright, we are here.” Danielle said as I glanced out the window and saw that we had indeed pulled up into the stadium.

“Here we go” Viv gave me a grin as we all stood and headed off the bus. We made our way to our own locker room. I glanced at my phone and saw I had a good luck message from some of the American girls.

I was pretty close with their whole team given the fact that both of my parents were on the team. We had joked with each other about ending up in the Final together, but I don’t think we actually thought it would happen or they didn’t think it would happen.

After a few minutes of getting settled, most of us changed to get ready for warmups. I had already been told I would be starting the game, so I was pretty stoked. I walked out of the locker room with Viv and Jackie as we headed towards the field to start warmups.

We were almost outside of the tunnel until I felt a body crash into mine. I was in a tight hug as I stumbled slightly and let out a loud grunt.

“Jesus Ash, are you trying to kill her?” I heard Pinoe asked as let myself relax into my moms arms.

“Please don’t. We kind of need her.” Jackie commented with slight panic in her eyes as she stared at us.

“Are you ready?” my ma asked me as she released me from the hug. I turned to stare at her as I nodded my head. “Good. I want you to play well…”

“But not too well…” Kelley said with a wink as I rolled my eyes. “Enough for us to be proud, but not enough for…well you know.”

“That’s rude.” Viv said with a small smile as I nodded my head at my fellow forward.

“It is very rude.” I commented as they all smiled at me.

“You’re going to play great. Best of luck to everyone.” My mom said as I walked towards her and hugged her.

“Hi mom” I said as she gave me a tight hug. “I missed you guys.”

“We missed you too.” She said taking my face in her hands and kissing my forehead.

“I hate to break this up, but we got to get to warmups.” Danielle said approaching as I nodded my head. I quickly gave my ma a hug before heading with my teammates to start warmups.

We warmed up for a little bit before heading into the locker room and getting ready to head to the tunnel to start the game. As we headed up to get lined up in the tunnel, I made a point to hug each of the US girls because they were also like family for me.

“Good luck” Alex said as I grinned at her.

“You too.” I said as I took my spot in the line.

We soon walked out and did our national anthems and then quickly got the game started. The first half was rough for both sides with neither team finding a goal. It was great for us because I know the US has been able to score in like the first 15 minutes of all their games so…it’s going alright for us.

“I mean it’s good that they haven’t scored.” I said shrugging my shoulders as some of the other girls nodded.

“Yeah, but neither have we…” Viv commented with a grimace as I nodded my head.

“We play better in the second half anyway…” Danielle said as most of us agreed with the statement.

We then went out for the second half and it just all fell apart. In the 57th minute, Alex was taken down by Stefanie with a high boot. It was initially just called for a corner kick until they did a VAR check. As soon as they called for the check, I knew it was going to be a penalty. That seemed to be how all the checks were going regardless of team or situation. I groaned when Pinoe but the ball in the back of the net.

“It’s okay” I said as some of my teammates looked a little dejected. “We are still in this.”

We tried to get back into the game, but in the 69th minute Rose sent the ball into the back of the net off a beautiful shot. For the next 20 minutes, my team fought as hard as we could to comeback, but we were unable to. I bit my lip trying to stop myself from crying as I heard the final whistle go.

I let out a breath as I watched my parents score. It was bittersweet. I was so happy for them especially because I know what the last few years has looked like for them. I know how hard they fought to be on the team, but it didn’t make this any less disappointing.

“It’s okay.” Lieke said as she pulled me into a hug. I dropped my head onto her shoulder burying my face so that no one would see me cry. “It’s okay…you did so good.”

“It just sucks” I mumbled as she nodded her head.

“I know. I know it does…” she continued stroking my hair whispering comforting things to me as I pulled away wiping my eyes.

She took a step back from me as my mom approached us. She had a hesitant look on her face, but she immediately pulled me in for a hug when a fresh wave of tears hit. I let myself be comforted by her. I felt bad because she should be celebrating their win, not comforting me.

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled in her shoulder. “You guys did great.”

“Shh...it’s okay.” She said a I felt another body join the hug.

“We are so proud of you.” My ma said rubbing my back. I pulled away from them as I wiped my eyes again. I mustered up a small smile as they both continued comforting me.

“You guys deserve it.” I said nodding my head.

“You don’t have to say that.” They laughed as I let out a small laugh. I took a deep breath as they hugged me again.

Afterwards, we got our medals and watched them get their medals as well. Because I was the youngest, everyone had taken to comforting me. I appreciated it because it meant I had someone near me at all times. We then went to our locker room. I had already been told about the party that they would be having to celebrate, but I was told via my parents that I didn’t have to go.

“Are you going to go?” Sari asked as I shrugged my shoulders.

“I haven’t decided.” I said as she nodded her head. “I want to support them, but also…”

“You should go. You might feel better.”

“Maybe…” I gathered my stuff as we exited the stadium not long after that. The bus ride to the hotel felt short as we soon made our way to our rooms. I was roomed with Viv who promptly stated she was taking a night in hopes of ‘forgetting this nightmare’. What a mood.

“I think I am going to go to the party.” I announced as she nodded her head. “They are still my family and I should be happy for them”

“Good for you.” She said as I smiled at her. I got changed quickly before going off to find Shanice. I knew she was going so I was going to head out with her.

A little later, we arrived and there were a ton of people. As I looked around my parents, I felt myself be turned around and pulled into a hug. This really needs to stop happening.

“I am proud of you. My baby.” Kyle exclaimed as he took my face in his hands. “You did so good.”

“Thanks Kyle.” I said as he grinned at me which got me to smile. He kissed my forehead as he then guided to me to where my parents were.

“I found our child.” He exclaimed as a bunch of the girls all yelled my name. I was pulled into various hugs as I eventually ended up in the arms of my parents.

“My baby…” my ma said as she held me close. There were various ‘awwws’ around the group as I let her hug me.

“Congrats you guys. You guys played a fantastic tournament.” I said as they all gave me soft smiles.

“You did too and Hey! We will see you in the Olympics next year!” Alex said as I picked up a nearby champagne glass.

“I’ll drink to that!” I said as I raised my glass. Before I could take a sip, the glass was ripped out of my hand.

“No you won’t” my mom said as I frowned.

“I can drink here.”

“I don’t care. You’re too young.” She said as I pouted.

“Literally everyone here is hammered.” I said as I glanced around at the various drunk people.

“It’s a no…” both my parents said as I pouted at both of them. We stood for a few more minutes before they moved on to mingle with other people. Alex secretly slipped me a drink as I grinned at the forward.

“Our secret.” She said as I took a sip. “Don’t tell your moms or they might murder me”

“I won’t”

“Now, come dance with us.” She said pulling me towards a group of people including a drunk JJ, sober Christen, and I can’t quite tell Crystal.

As the night continued, I felt myself slowly forgetting the pain of losing. The game was disappointing, but the memories I was making with this team and my family were completely unforgettable. Also, who know? Maybe I’ll kick their asses next year.

The End.

#ali krieger imagine #ali krieger #ali krieger imagines #ashlyn harris #ashlyn harris imagine #ashlyin harris imagines #krashlyn #krashlyn imagine #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt

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rivetgoth · 5 years ago

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im a transsexual guy who had top surgery last wednesday and we really Goin Thru It over here - you maybe got any cool tips that helped you recover after they carved you? stapled sutured but every time we touch then i still ooze blood and plasma onto my bandages, yknow. love ur vibe btw dude - guys like you keep the scene fun. stay evil

HEY, I hopped on my comp the second I saw this message cuz I wanted to type up a proper reply instead of battling the tiny iPhone keyboard lol. Firstly though, congrats on your surgery!! And also thank you, this is a super sweet message and I appreciate the compliments a ton, thank yew ;;w;;

ANYWAY, if it’s any consolation, about a week into my recovery I got hit with the worst post-surgery depression. I was out of my Oxycodone and so frustrated with how much pain I was still in and how sensitive and weak I felt and being forced to sleep on my back and the fact that I still had to “bind” even though I had gone through all that specifically so I didn’t have to bind anymore LOL. I had thought not being able to shower was miserable enough but showering actually worsened my mood because everything was just so sensitive and sore and stiff, I remember just straight up crying in the shower once or twice. I jus say this stuff cuz I super feel you, it was pretty difficult at times and it made me feel really frustrated because I was simultaneously so happy about getting the surgery but that was so hindered by the bad feelings I was dealing with due to how draining recovery was. It was really reassuring and also hilarious when I googled stuff about post-top surgery depression and actually found a piece written by a trans dude in the industrial scene who I was actually already friends with LMAO. And more than anything I’m just hugely thankful for my friends who were there for me during recovery at that time and helped me through it and put up with my complaining and weakness. My roommates didn’t make me do the dishes for a few weeks and little things like THAT meant the total world to me :’)

Anyway though, I do think my biggest piece of advice is to remember above all else that all of this is very, very short term. When you’re in this much pain and discomfort, especially if it’s like, your first major surgery (it was for me), it can be super easy I feel to become semi convinced that it’ll just be like this forever, and it can feel really hopeless and frustrating, and trying to remember that this is only gonna be for a few weeks to a month or two at most and then you’ll be back to normal is really reassuring. And the pay off is so worth it because afterwards you have the entire rest of your life to live with a way way way more comfortable happy relationship to your body and being able to wear the clothes you want without any discomfort at all and exist in the world in such a happier state of mind. There’s only so much advice I can give for the physical discomfort, but I think psychologically, that really is the most important thing. It can be really frustrating or stressful seeing how weak or painful it all is or seeing how fucked up your nipples or scars might look but it really is such a short term thing in exchange for an entire lifetime where you’re so much happier overall.

But as for the physical discomfort, I do think my advice is gonna be pretty obvious, which is just to keep taking pain meds and taking it easy. I was on a shitload of Ibuprofen for forever (I was taking like, 600 mg every 6 hours or so). I think that’s really the most you can do to minimize it. Luckily, I do think the pain all goes away pretty quickly. Like, within a week or two after the Oxycodone wore off the pain started to become way more manageable too. I also think it’s a good idea to try to just not think too much about the injuries themselves, I know I can be a HUGE hypochondriac and I worry a ton about stuff and there were times where I’d become so obsessively concerned about my nipples healing properly or something. Just try to do whatever instructions your doctor gave you and other than that don’t really mess with it, try to distract yourself with easy stuff like watching movies or playing games or talking to friends and just let your body do its thing. If you become really concerned about something talk to your doctor, or even just check places like FTM subreddits, because a lot of the time whatever you’re going through is something that a shitload of other guys have gone through too and it’s likely you’ll already find some threads where your concerns are dispelled. Other than that though, try not to let yourself get too focused on the scars or the nipples or any of the weird or gross or painful stuff going on, I think it’ll only cause more stress and discomfort. Every time I was kinda worried about something, when I saw my doctor about it at the next post-op he would tell me it looked completely fine, lol. Also remember that your body is REALLY going thru it right now, even though it’s your chest that’s primarily been actively impacted, it’s really your whole body trying to adjust to having been seriously physically traumatized. I had some really weird physical side effects all over, like a weird restless leg experience, some weird stomach issues, lots of soreness near my shoulders, and all of those things went away with time, it’s just your body readjusting and recovering.

But yeah, I know sometimes stuff like school and work can get in the way of being able to do this fully, but I do think my biggest advice is to just try to take it easy and take a lot of pain meds and rest your way through it. Eat well and stay hydrated, those sorts of cliche things. But also, more importantly, just remember that everything happening is very short term in the grand scheme of things, and as frustrating as it can all feel it is SO, so rewarding in the end. By the time you’re able to go out into the world without having to think about binding, and you’re able to wear whatever you want comfortably, and able to do things even as small as just walking up or down stairs without immediately feeling discomfort, or maybe you’re able to have a sexual encounter that doesn’t make you feel bad about your body… The few weeks of post-surgery discomfort will feel SO worth it.

And congrats again, anon!! 🎉

#I HOPE THIS WAS HELPFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111 #anonymous #ftm

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steve0discusses · 6 years ago

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Yugioh S2 Ep 18: Marik, a Self Proclaimed Card Expert, Mills Himself to Death

I’ve been a little under the weather, so I was like “I’ll hold off on the Yugioh post for a bit” which was a good choice because this was mostly a non-stop rant about art twitter.

I am so glad I deleted all 50000 words about Magritte. Y’all I got HEATED about Magritte when I caught a weird bug this weekend. I even started talking about ceramic funk. You would have loved it.

Anywhere, where were we? Oh yeah, Yugi has decided to stop crying into the pavement.

Yugi’s feeling much better, thanks to Kaiba telling him that he doesn’t deserve any of the nice things that has ever happened to him. Just like what my sophomore year animation professor used to tell us every day as we cried into our light tables.

(Also, that same guy listened to Numa-numa unironically and I’ve never understood it. It keeps me up at night. Why was was my professor listening to Numa-numa yeaaars after it was stale, and why did he say “guys I found this great song, listen to it. I like to blast it when I’m speeding down the freeway” and how did he not know this was a meme? It was the first meme ever made how did he now KNOW? Who gave that horrible 40 yo man Numa-Numa!? I will never know, and it will be the last thought I have before my soul leaves this mortal plane. Damn you, Professor Kelly.)

(read more under the cut)

The Kaibas are watching Yugi play and are making a pretty choice face in reaction to all the sweet Yugi brand of Hell that is going on here. Especially Mokuba.

It is about this moment that Marik’s plan is thrown asunder. He has set up a deck that lets him draw a ton of cards, since every card in his hand makes his dragon stronger. In theory it’s like ya, make it as strong as possible--but, he decides to put a monster on the field that can do an infinite card draw combo if Pharaoh mind-controls it.

When you’re up against the Pharaoh who is all about mind-crushing and you don’t check his deck beforehand to see if he has the mind-control card? Marik.

Marik please.

Anyways Marik then mills himself to death on like turn 5. I have a soft spot for mill decks, so Congrats, Marik, that was the funniest, stupidest way to die in a card game on this show so far, other than that time that Kaiba’s corpse’s dragon inexplicably self-destructed, you hold the trophy now for stupidest card game loss.

And Mokuba, who’s job as Battle City Commissioner is still sort of...undefined? Decides his job is to hurry down there and like personally interview the creepiest person who has ever stepped foot on this show.

Mokuba and his complete lack of being able to sense danger. I guess that’s what happens when your brother is one step away from turning into a Gotham Villain. JK, Kaiba is about 3 steps past Gotham villain, and the only reason the bodies aren’t dropping around Kaiba is because he doesn’t have the right card to do that yet.

Anyway, Kaiba and Pharaoh have this rivalry going on that makes sense because of their history but like they go to the same school amiright? Like they can just duel during lunchbreak? Why does it have to be a huge thing between these two every single time?

I mean I know the answer is because this is an anime, but these two are acting like they are going to duel with guns at high noon.

Not like it matters because Marik has to constantly remind me that he’s the main villain of this show because whenever he’s not on screen I immediately forget.

There are so many villains on this show.

I only just now realized this guys’ super scene purple-gray lipstick. Whenever I see purple lipstick IRL (which is not often obviously) it always makes me wonder, did they buy it like that from Mac or is it maaaybe DIY? What I’m saying is, I see this purple shade and I’m like I wonder if Marik got bored on that boat and did that crayon-to-lipstick pinterest tutorial (which I of course have never tried)? My bet is bored on the boat. That lavender lipstick is like 30 bucks, can’t buy purple at target.

But RIP, lavender lipstick.

He put so much effort into that smokey eye and now it’s all smudged.

This would have ended the season. If either Kaiba or Yugi got knocked out of the competition right now. Boom--the prophecy can’t happen. But, WTV.

Ah and now our hero and our villain start a commuting race. Who will get there first, the guy in a boat that hasn’t yet pulled into harbor, or the guy on foot who has the cell phone number of all these kids that are in danger right now.

I mean I guess you can take your time, Marik. Yugi will have to turn right around to pick up those holograms that he left all over the park back there.

So, next week, on Yugioh,

Does Joey even duel someone or is he too busy buying a sandwich? What shape will Joey’s guyliner be once he gets possessed? So did Kaiba overhear that all of Yugi’s friends will absolutely get possessed and just say “well I better fly away on my helicopter, have fun running off with your two legs”?

If you just got here, this is a link to read all these Yugioh recaps in chrono order from S1 Ep1.

#yugioh #yugioh recap #s2 ep18 #yugi muto #seto kaiba #mokuba #the quiet one #marik ishtar #a motorcycle happens for some reason #also a boat #lots of random vehicles in this show youknow #got to give them credit #those vehicles are hell to draw

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expectyaytions · 6 years ago

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Brothers Part II

Sweet Pea lived for weekend’s with his wife. He loved waking up next to her and making breakfast together. So much of their week was spent with Veronica studying cases and reading lawyer jargon and him reading reports and statistics. He helped her best he could; mostly quizzing her or helping her prep. She had graduated two weeks ago and was waiting to get her bar results.

He had received a duel degree in Community Health and Psychology. After a few years searching for his niche within the areas, he began focusing on the opioid epidemic -primarily children and families who were affected. It started after a social worker friend contacted him one night. The police raided a house where there was selling and there were kids inside. They were able to contact extended family for most, but some kids had nowhere else to go and there were infants who were suffering from withdrawals because their mothers were breastfeeding and using.

Sweet Pea was devastated when he learned it was common occurrence. He and Veronica had gone through a few screenings so in the off chance that there was nowhere for kids of babies to go -they’d be allowed to take them for a period of time. It was hard - the babies were often unsoothable and the children so malnourished and skittish. They would arrive at all hours of the day.

Hermione Lodge had her doubts about Sweet Pea when he and V had begun dating, but once she came over and saw what they were doing she softened a little. She’d stop by in the morning with stuffed animals, blankets and clothes and cuddle the babies and play games with the kids. She made sure each and every child who entered their home left with a comfort item.

He was in the process of getting approved to build a small facility specific to children and families affected by opioid addiction. They’d be allowed to stay and families would be educated on their loved one. Children would have a place to stay and babies could detox. He’d hit a few snags, but was working harder than ever to get it approved. There were psychologists he was working with to create a program.

Veronica had decided to wanted to do family law. She didn’t originally, but seeing some of the cases that came through her home she wanted kids to come first.

This weekend however was to be spent away from home. They were headed to Cape Cod for Memorial Day Weekend. They’d rented a cottage on the beach for three nights and were eager to enjoy a mini - overdue vacation. The drive was spent primarily in traffic and listening to NPR.

“I feel like we’re older than we are.” Veronica sighed.

“Just mature.”

“You are not mature! You put a toy rat in the silverware drawer to scare me.” he started laughing so hard and she couldn’t help but join in.

The cottage was perfect. They stopped at the grocery store on the way in and picked up steaks for grilling and salad fixings. Veronica picked out blueberry pie, vanilla ice cream and strawberries - running after they were already in line for a can of whipped cream. She was ready for a weekend with her husband.

Once they arrived at the cottage, Veronica insisted they pour some lemonade and sit out on the patio. The beach was at their fingertips and it was private and quit. They spoke back and forth updating each other about their current projects.

“You know, I didn’t see a beach until I was sixteen. Have I told you this before?”

“Um, no. Please continue.” She slid a strawberry into her mouth.

“As soon as Fangs and I both got our license and had saved up and fixed our first bikes, we headed to the first beach we could locate on a map. It was a two hour drive and we just went. Stopped for sandwiches and cokes and once we got there we were stunned. It was certainly a sight we had never seen. We ended up sunburnt as hell. But it was worth it.”

“That sounds fun. Did you guys ever go back?”

“Nah, things heated up with the serpents and we stuck close to home unless told otherwise.”

“I think it’s really sweet that you guys got to experience so many things with each other.” She grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles.

“There’s a part of me that hopes that that’s where he is now. Just hanging out by the beach, relaxing, drinking beers with a nice looking man who treats him right.” He spoke wistfully.

“Were you surprised when Fangs came out?”

“I was a little, but not really. I mean I didn’t care at all. He would ask me questions like if I ever had dreams about boys and kissing boys and if I thought some kid in our class was cute. So when he officially told me he was bisexual, I kind of already figured as much.”

“It probably meant a lot to him.”

“It did. His dad kind of freaked out, but his mom was too strung out to care or realize. It kind of stopped there though. None of the serpents cared and anyone that had something to say, answered to us anyway. It really worked out in his favor in the end.” He nibbled his lip, something Veronica noticed he did when he was in thought or reminiscing.

“We’ll find him babe. We have to.” She inhaled nervously “we’ll need to tell him he’s going to be a godfather.” Sweet Pea’s brow furrowed in confusion before his eyes went wide.

“Wait! You’re! Are you? For real?” Tears filled his eyes and he jumped over the table and wrapped her in his arms. She nodded circling her arms around him. He pulled away and kissed her, grabbing her cheeks and pulling her face to his.

“I can’t believe it. Really?” She nodded again pleased by his reaction. He spun her around and they celebrated with the pie and ice cream they’d got at the store.

It wasn’t until hours later, after dinner, after giving V a foot massage while watching season two of How to Get Away With Murder, after having celebratory sex, after Veronica had gone to sieep; He snuck outside with a beer. He sat under brightness of the moon and wished he could call Fangs and tell him. Fangs would be the most excited. He’d reassure Sweet Pea that despite their childhood and adolescent years, their own shitty parents - that he, Sweet Pea would make amazing dad. Sweet Pea clenched his teeth and willed himself not to cry. He needed that reassurance. He was scared. He tipped his beer to the empty chair.

“Wherever you are man, congrats - you’re going to be an uncle.”

-//-//-//-

The program and center had been open for a month, but the ribbon cutting was today. He nervously pulled at the collar of his shirt. This whole thing was at Veronica’s insistence. She thought it’d make good press and get the word out. He was sweating even though it was November. He ran a hand through his hair. A knock at the door startled him.

“Honey? It’s me, can I come in?.” He exhaled slowly before opening the door to reveal his pregnant wife. She looked spectacular - she always did. Her hair was a little longer these days, too many things to do and a haircut had not been a priority.

“You look gorgeous.” He smiled at her. He loved her little bump. He ran a hand down her side.

“You’re going to do great. We rehearsed everything - it’s just a few short words. And we’ve already sent things to the papers, this is just for the news channels and so the community knows.” He nodded, his throat dry. She pulled out a bottle of water from her purse. “This might help.” He kissed her gratefully.

“Thank you.”

They emerged together from the entrance of the center, a good sized crowd in front of them. He ran a thumb over his tattoo while approaching the microphone. He told the short version of the background of the center and shared his vision. Veronica stepped in at the right moments adding to the story. Photos were snapped before finally he was handed the giant scissors and cut the ribbon. The crowd cheered and he found himself searching the crowd, hopeful, before turning to his wife and kissing her.

All his friends came over to their house after to celebrate. They considered going out but Veronica was too tired and her feet hurt. So they all headed back to hang out by the fire pit and cook burgers.

“You know he’d be proud of you.” Toni whispered to him while he shaped the burgers on the island. Everyone else was outside.

“What?” He looked at her slightly confused.

“Fangs, he’d be proud of you. With everything that happened to your moms. I think he would be impressed you’re doing something to help instead of winding up like them. I know that was a concern for you both growing up. That you’d end up like your parents.” Sweet Pea’s eyes filled with tears. He’d been so emotional lately he blamed the stress and newness of everything happening.

“Ton, I’m worried he did.” She wrapped her arms around him. “And that’s why we haven't heard from him.” He’d be lying if Fangs wasn’t some of the motivation for the center.

“I don’t think that’s the case Pea. We’ve talked about this.”

“I know, but it just, everything’s a possibility since we don’t know anything.”

She nodded in understanding.

“It’s weird.” She whispered. “Everything that happens, big things small things, I always just imagine he’s still there and then he’s not and it’s almost weird.”

“I do the same thing. I can’t not. He’s always the first one I used to call so it’s just instinct to want to do it now.” Toni leaned into his side and he wrapped his arm around her.

“I’m scared my kids will never meet him. That I’ll never see him again. I always kept saying maybe next year, but it’s been ten years and nothing. Maybe this is the year we start to accept that he’s not coming back.” His voice cracked and tears flooded his cheeks. That was his fear, his truth and he hadn’t spoken it out loud to anyone ever, not even Veronica.

They stood embraced in the kitchen until Veronica sauntered in, her belly on display in maroon leggings and a grey v-neck sweater that was snuggly covering her belly.

“Isn’t that my sweater?” He choked trying to joke as she approached them, her brows furrowed and concern in her eyes. Toni patted him on the back before wiping her eyes as she headed outside.

“Babe-“ she started.

“It’s about Fangs.” He hung his head. “It’s always about Fangs. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s okay to let things be about Fangs. It’s okay to miss him and be sad about him missing these things.”

“What if he never comes back Veronica?” He sobbed. She felt tears fill her own eyes as her husband started to lose it. He’d broken down plenty of times in their years together - usually about Fangs, but she knew today would be a tough one.

“He’ll come back. He will.” She reassured him, but there was a pang in heart as she realized that wasn’t something she entirely believed herself.

-//-//-//-

His heart was full. He was in love. He couldn’t believe after months and months of waiting and preparing and internally freaking out -they were here. His arms wrapped around his wife, his hand stroking his baby girl’s cheek as she fed. Veronica hadn't taken her eyes off her daughter since she was placed on her chest.

Now swaddled and head covered in a light grey hat she fed from her mother. The couple was speechless. Sweet Pea had only spoken praises to Veronica through tears as his daughter entered the world. He felt as though he were high, floating on happiness. His beautiful wife and daughter snuggled up.

Veronica was exhausted; he could tell. Once she finished feeding, she handed the baby over to be put in her little box. Sweet Pea assured her he’d make all the calls and let people come by in the morning.

She squeezed his hand, and before dozing she managed to whisper, “he’d be proud of you Sweets. He’d be as in love with her as we are.” He smashed his lips together in an effort not to cry and squeezed the hand she was holding.

He walked out into the hallway phone in hand; before making any calls he slid down the wall and cried. He sobbed and he promised himself this was it. He’d start living his life without The question of Fangs lingering over him. This was it. He needed to be 100% for his daughter and his wife; no more what ifs and maybes and speculations. He wasn’t holding hope anymore. It was time to let go. The thought made him sob louder and harder, but he knew once he cried it out he’d feel better.

He called his in-laws first. They were elated and said they’d be over as soon as visiting hours started.

He called Toni next, she screamed and then he heard Toni telling Cheryl. They asked when a good time to stop by was. He thought about it. He wanted to give Hiram and Hermione enough time with their grand-daughter and also let V relax a little. He decided any time after one o’clock would be fine.

He called Jughead and Betty, he could hear Betty “whooping” in the background. He made a few other calls before stepping back into the room and admiring his wife.

There was cooing from where his daughter was sleeping. He made his way over to see her eyes open; her mouth pinched looking for her missing pacifier. He picked her up, in the exact way the nurses had shown him and he had practiced after hanging out with a local expecting parents group. He gently nuzzled the pacifier back into her mouth and bounced her in a smoothing manner. He felt like a pro.

She was so tiny and perfect and he wanted to protect her from everything. She squirmed a little and he started talking to keep her from crying. Veronica said she’d recognize his voice. He spent each night reading her a story while she was swimming around in the womb. Her nurseries library was overflowing with books. He wanted her to be smart and he wanted to open as many doors as he could for her.

He kissed the top of her head as he told her about his best friend growing up, and one day she’d have a best friend too.

-//-//-//-

**A word from Veronica**

“I don’t know Betty, something's going on. He asked what I thought about him lasering off his tattoo and I was like, which one and he pointed to his neck. Betty, that’s not only his serpent tattoo, but he and Fangs got them together that’s like their brotherhood tattoo.”

“What did you say?”

“I said, I didn’t think he should. It’s important to his business. People feel like they connect because of where he came from and his background.”

“Jughead said he seems a little different. More focused and driven, but not like he used to. Have to spoken to Toni about it?”

“Not yet, I will once she and Cheryl come home from Greece. I can’t believe they’re pregnant!”

“I know! We have to throw the best baby shower ever for them.”

“B, have you ever lied to Jughead or gone behind his back to do something.”

“Not recently, but yes. And not because I really wanted to, but something’s have to be done.” Veronica sighed loudly, “Why V, what are thinking about doing?”

“I’ve asked Sweet Pea many times over the last nine years if he ever wanted me to hire a PI to find Fangs. Then he’d know and have answers, but he always said no. I’m thinking I’m going to do it anyway. It’s clear he’s doing something to erase him.”

-//-//-//-

“Dada!” She reached up at him. Her brown eyes smiling at him.

“Hi baby.” He picked her up and sat her on his hip. She rested her head on his shoulder, her blankie smushed under her head. “Where’s mummy?” He called into the house.

“Mummy is in the dining room.” He headed in that direction.

“Hi Love,” he leaned down to kiss her. “How was work?”

“Crazy.”

“The Stentson case?”

“Of course. Do you mind occupying her for an hour? Essie left for the day, David just arrived for dinner. I can switch with you after dinner if you have work to do?”

“Sounds good to me. I love it when you’re home for dinner.” Veronica listened for him until he was out of the room. She could hear him on the baby monitor talking and laughing with Emaline.

She downsized the laptop screen and looked at the email from the PI. It was their agreement - he’d share anything he found with her and not approach if he found Fangs until she gave him the okay. She was giddy with nerves and excitement. She so badly wanted this to be a good thing. But they had to actually locate him first.

-//-//-//-

“Happy Birthday!” Everyone shouted as the door opened revealing Sweet Pea. He jumped a little in surprise, but recovered quickly seeing all his close friends and co-workers. As he made his way to where he saw Veronica standing next to Betty.

“Dada!” He heard swiveling around he saw her, arms outstretched to him from Toni. Toni handed her over - giving him a quick hug and wishing him a happy birthday. He kissed his wife and wrapped very pregnant Betty in a side hug.

“This is too much babe, I’m only 28!” He laughed. He knew his wife lived for celebrations and planning, it was her comfort zone.

“I needed a distraction from work.” She smiled up at him, grazing Emmy’s cheek with her finger. Emmy was resting her head in the crook of his neck, her hand gripping the collar of his button up, a finger rubbing the buttons. He put his free hand against her head and pressed a kiss to the top of her hair.

He mingled around, laughing with Selma, one of the secretary’s at the center and how she almost revealed the secret that morning to him when she wished him a happy birthday. Jughead had wrapped him in conversation about maybe doing a podcast together on fatherhood, maybe parenthood and we could get Toni in on it. Sweet Pea was definitely on board. He told Jughead he thought it was a brilliant idea. After he’d made the rounds and changed Emmy’s diaper, Veronica found him, a slight look of panic on her face before masking it with a smile and a kiss.

“It’s time to give you your gift.”

“The party is enough, Honey.” She just looked at him and nibbled her lip. “But I bet I’ll love it.” She wrapped an arm around his waist and lead him into the center of the room.

She nodded at someone on the other side and the door opened, there were people everyone so he couldn’t see what was being revealed, but soon people parted ways.

Veronica took Emmy who fussed leaving her dad. There were a few gasps and confused murmurs before Sweet Pea finally saw what he was looking at. His jaw went slack, the sound of his heart beating filled his ears and for a second he thought might faint.

Walking toward him in black jeans, a lavender button down and a black dress boots was Fangs. He was slightly older and more tan then Sweet Pea remembered. He felt his feet moving forward, although he was sure he stumbled at first, he made his way towards the man.

It felt like a dream. Maybe this was heaven, surrounded by everyone he loved. But once he was in arms length he grabbed Fangs into a hug and held him so close he could feel his heart beating as loud and nervous as his own. Fangs arms wrapped around him just as tight and Sweet Pea couldn’t hold his tears in anymore. His hand came around to clasp the back of his best friend’s neck and he didn’t want to ever let go.

Eleven years was a long time, but for a minute it seemed as though he was in a time capsule. His life at five, sleeping at Fangs house because his mom was high and passed out and he was scared, at his moms funeral with Fangs by his side, getting bullied on the playground, joining the Serpents, the day Fangs got his heart stomped on and needed Pea to cheer him up. His first seventeen years hit him again all at once, the comfort of his best friend - it felt for a moment that no time had passed at all.

Neither moved to pull away, they both stood in the middle of the room crying into each other’s arms. Two gang members sobbing into the others nice button down shirts - their seventeen year old selves would never have believed it.

They only pulled away when a loud cry filled the room, “Dada!” And a second later a little body against his legs. He untangled himself from Fangs, his arms picking up Emmy to hoist her onto his hip. She shyly tucked her head into her dad’s neck.

“Emmy, can you say hi?”

“Hi” she whispered.

“Do you know who this is? She shook her no before changing to a slow nod. “This is Fangs.” Her little eyes widened in surprise her mouth turning into an “o.”

“Untol Fangs” she flung herself at him, he caught her as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“We’ve told her all about you and she’s seen your pictures.”

“She’s beautiful Sweet Pea.” He told him emotionally, trying to hold back tears.

“Hey Fangs, Honey, we’re wrapping up here and heading back to ours. We would be honored if you’d join us, but before that there are a few people who are looking to get in on this reunion.” He looked behind Veronica to see Toni, Jughead and FP.

Toni was the first to rush into his arms as soon as Sweet Pea pulled away. Her pregnant belly created an awkward time but she was too busy crying to care. He awed at her belly and kissed the top of her head. Jughead and Betty hugged him at the same time before FP yanked into a hug while he tried and failed to hide his tears. He whispered a few things into his ear before pulling away.

Veronica told Sweet Pea to drive with Fangs so he knew where to go. As people cleared out Veronica grabbed the last few things and Jughead carried Emmy to her car. After she was in her car seat and closed the door she was met by five pairs of serpent eyes and none of them her husbands. Toni was the first to speak.

“I can’t believe you managed to find him. How? When? Where?” She squeezed passed Jughead and Cheryl and wrapped Toni in a hug.

“I promise I’ll explain everything when we get back to mine. And I promise he isn’t here against his own free will.” Toni nodded in her shoulder.

“Thank you.” She snuggles before pulling away.

“You’re coming over too, right FP?” She asked the oldest serpent who Emmy fondly called ‘papa.” Sweet Pea had explained - he’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to a dad.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” They all looked at her expectantly.

“I only spoke with him on the phone to relay details about the party. We didn’t catch up or anything - I wanted each of you to tell him your own story. I don’t know what he’s been up to or what he does for work or where he’s been. He’ll tell you all.” They all nodded slowly, understanding. “Now, I’ll see you all my house in ten. I even made mocktails for you three.” She pointed to Betty, FP and Toni. “And David made his peanut butter brownies for you Jughead.” He took Betty’s hand and headed to their car.

“Thanks V.” He shouted as they walked away. She shook her head and smiled. The rest of the serpents dispersed heading to their cars or bike in FP’s case. She climbed into the SUV, releasing a shaky breath and telling herself she did the right thing.

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my wish list – taegi

Taehyung received the perfect Christmas miracle when he won a giveaway from his favorite camboy, sugar_d, who was willing to fulfill his wish list.

taegi week 2017 – taehyung x yoongi

❅ Prompt: Wish List

❅ Elements: Smut | Camboy AU ↪ smut includes fingering, dildo, and camsex

❅ Word Count: 4,271 words

❅ A/N: Un-proofread lmao cause MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! it is still the 24th somewhere so i made it :’) anyway this is a quick smut, hope u like it!

Congratulations, kimchifriend! You have been selected as the winner of sugar_d’s holiday giveaway. Please respond promptly to this message if you are available next Thursday at 9PM KST for the appointment. Otherwise, I’ll be selecting a new winner. I hope you can make it, sugar!

Taehyung had never won a single thing in his entire life. All the shitty lotteries he’s joined in college, whether it be mini-mart scratch-offs or useful prizes during club events, all his raffle tickets seem to lead him to a dead end. Now, Taehyung might be a little reckless, but he only invested in things he truly, truly liked.

Like sugar_d’s regular show which costed him a good chunk of his paycheck but was worthwhile considering how relaxed he felt after every viewing. Sure, it included a fuck ton of wrist jerking on his side, but whatever it took to get him off, he would do it. Graduating college and being on a full-time job that paid generously yet took up a great portion of his daily life meant that he could barely find time to unwind and, you know, get his sex life back on track. Porn helped sometimes, but the huge dicks and forced moans had begun to wear out.

Hoseok was the one that led him to stumble upon this man’s show. It was sort of funny really. Taehyung had been cynical of the whole concept, had laughed at Hoseok for paying monthly to watch people get themselves off in front of a camera.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

While Hoseok subscribed to the standard plan of his favorite camgirl, Taehyung had unconsciously clicked the premium button in his moment of weakness with trembling knees. He hadn’t even considered dropping the subscription anytime soon.

So, every Wednesday after work and Sunday after doing the usual house chores, Taehyung would whip off his sweats, settle back comfortably on his bed, and prop open his laptop. Then he could beat himself off, slick sounds bouncing off the four walls without a care.

When sugar_d announced that he would be having a giveaway, Taehyung knew that the chances of him winning were slim to none. It was a charity thing—the more you donated to him, the higher the chances of winning. Taehyung had bought one balloon raffle on the site since he didn’t have the heart or rationality to purchase more. He had his own bills to pay after all. One balloon raffle against the millions of others. The odds smacked him in the face.

However, that was what startled him about the email. For so long, he stared at the words printed on the screen, scanning over every line and curve and wondering if this was some sort of prank. Did he really—

In his moment of crisis of deciding whether he should reply and risk his dignity, another message popped up.

sugar_d: hey there! i know the site sent you an automated message but figured i’d send you a personal one to wish you a congrats for winning my giveaway!

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

Taehyung let out a holler which prompted Jeongguk just a few feet away from him to jump. “Fuck, Guk, I won something. I actually won something!”

“Uh, congrats?” Jeongguk looked at him, puzzled, and returned to his game.

With trembling, excited fingers, he typed in his response, mouthing the words to himself to make sure that it sounded right.

kimchifriend: hOLY SHIT!!!! thank you so much??? i’ve never won anything in my life but this is like the goddamn lottery ty @Jesus

The typing bubble appeared for a little while, disappearing, then reappearing. Taehyung wondered if that had been too much of a response for something as small as a camboy private show giveaway. While waiting, he quickly clicked the confirm button to accept his gift and the notification celebrated his win with confetti on his screen.

sugar_d: pffft, sorry, i was laughing too hard to type. but i’m glad you think so! i see that you’ve confirmed. i’ll send you a list of things i won’t do, and so please don’t request any of those. if you want me to prepare things ahead of time, do send me your list! it’ll be a two-hour long show so buckle up, big boy

Taehyung was going to nut so good.

When the day arrived, he had managed to kick Jeongguk out of the apartment for a good two hours so he could comfortably relax without the risk of Jeongguk walking in on him with his meat in his hand. Not that they hadn’t seen each other’s dicks before, it just seemed safer to avoid any strange possibility of sexual tension between roommates.

sugar_d, who usually went by Suga, had given him a Skype account to add days ago, throwing in a kiss emoji that shot an arrow right through his poor, little heart. Taehyung had worked on adding him, but despite all that he knew about the science of the body and nature (biology major problems), he wasn’t the best at handling technology. Thus, when the time came that Suga called him on the program, he clicked the accept button and—

Holy fuck, his poor dick.

As requested, the guy was all dressed up in the prettiest babydoll that Taehyung had purchased for him. It was white to complement his milky skin with pink lace trimming. The skirt fell halfway down his thighs to continue to the stretch of his thin legs. He was kneeling on the bed, hands placed elegantly over his creamy thighs. His hair was a little messy, looked fucked out before they even began. His lips—fuck, they were glistening tantalizingly.

“Holy shit,” he whispered to himself, pushing his face closer to his screen as if he could get a better look that way.

The chuckle that followed from the man on the other side had Taehyung’s dick twitching. “Hello, baby.” Taehyung wanted to cry. “I thought you wanted to be anonymous, but you’re pretty cute.”

His brows knitted in confusion at that until he searched the screen to find his face in a small corner of it. Oh shit, he forgot to turn off the camera. Taehyung fumbled around, flushing in embarrassment, “Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to be a weirdo or anything, I know you don’t want to see faces. I’m new at this whole Skype thing.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Suga grinned, gummy teeth and crinkly eyes. Taehyung was in love. “I don’t think I’d mind watching you, if you don’t mind that is. I’ve never seen people react live to my shows so it would be a nice change.”

“Y-you want me to keep my cam on?”

Suga smiled, winking, “Only if you want to, baby.”

God, yeah, he definitely wanted to. A small part of him called him pathetic for imagining Suga to be some sort of boyfriend material that he was having camsex with. So sue him, he could let his imagination live if he wanted to. “Yeah,” Taehyung licked his lips, “but I can’t guarantee I won’t have, uh, a reaction.”

“Is it bad that I kind of want to see you play with yourself?” Suga’s pearly whites caught his bottom teeth, eyes looking up softly at the screen.

Taehyung felt all the blood rush south to press his hardening dick against the seam of his sweats. He wished he had put on something more attractive but he had on a ratty university tshirt and a pair of worn-out sweats. He hadn’t been expecting to be putting on a show for Suga in the first place. “I’m—shit, I’m really hard right now just from hearing you talk.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Suga laughed, “so just to confirm your small list here, which by the way, I was expecting to be longer and more extreme.” He dangled a sheet of paper in front of the camera that printed down everything Taehyung had asked for. Taehyung hadn’t gotten the chance to get down and dirty with anyone with full-blown kinks so he wasn’t quite sure what to throw into the list. “I’m kind of grateful you kept it simple.”

“Sorry,” Taehyung replied sheepishly, “I wasn’t expecting to win so I just… didn’t think this thoroughly.”

Suga grinned again, leaning forward to give a close up of his pretty face. God, Taehyung was so, so in love. “Don’t worry, baby, your list is perfect. It’s everything I can do so I can make sure that I give you the perfect show.”

“I think anything you decide to do will be perfect,” Taehyung blurted out then proceeded to blush. Why was he trying to do smooth pick up lines? Taehyung wasn’t smooth pick up lines. He was smooth and suave hidden in a full package of awkward and clumsy.

The man paused on screen, his face flattening to an expression akin to surprise. “That’s cute,” he finally said, amusement lacing his voice. “So, baby, are you going to play with me?”

Taehyung swallowed thickly and ignored the sudden throbbing in his pants. “C-can I?”

“Mhm,” Suga hummed and began to tease the thin strap of his little dress. “Show me what you got.” Taehyung inhaled sharply and nodded, pushing his laptop back a little and pulling down his pants. When Suga laughed, he looked up in alarm. “You’re not much of a tease, are you?”

“No, sorry,” he laughed, “more of a direct kill kind of guy.”

Suga grins, letting the straps drape around his arms. “I like it, it’s refreshing. Now come up, baby, let me see your cock.”

Taehyung nodded and sat back against the pillows, laptop in between his legs so his cock could be seen.

“Wow,” he let out a whistle, lips curling into a slow lazy smirk. “You’re so hung, God, bet you’d fill me up so good. Your cock is so thick.” The man licked his lips, which in turn had Taehyung squeezing his shaft to stop himself from jerking it hard and fast.

“Y-you think so?”

“One of the thickest I’ve seen, baby,” Suga drawls, slowly hiking the skirt up his thighs. Taehyung’s lips parted as his eyes focused on the tantalizing skin being exposed bit by bit. It was almost hypnotizing the way his small fingers drew the fabric upwards, higher and higher until Taehyung could see the hint of another layer of clothing covering his privates.

Taehyung wished that he could be there, catch that fabric between his teeth and tug it up himself. It was a tempting offer and Suga seemed very keen after seeing his dick—but then again, that was the way he worked. He teased, pulled and pushed, until all his viewers were tossing online money in his direction. Suga was one of the big pullers in the site, raking in thousands with one go that allowed him to purchase more toys and lingerie to please his audience. Other times, he survived on donations for pretty things that he could use during the show, like roleplay outfits and pretty panties.

He was the best crowd pleaser.

Even then as he let the hem fall over his thighs again, all Taehyung could do was miserably throw his head back and let out a pained moan. Suga giggled, a cute lilted tease, “Don’t you make the sexiest sound? You sound like this every time you get hot and bothered, baby?”

“Mmph,” Taehyung whined, “yeah, always like this.”

“Why don’t you boss me around? You know I like a man with authority.” Suga bit his plump bottom lip and coyly twirled his finger around the string of his dress. This was what Taehyung had placed on his list. Fuck.

Taehyung took a deep breath, fingers tightening around his dick, “Slip that thing off, doll. Take it off for me.”

Suga nodded and tugged the thin silk up. It looked so smooth and neat, sliding up his skin all too easily before finally lifting up to his stomach. His stomach was soft and pudgy, a cute thing that added to his innocence. However, that certainly wasn’t the aspect of him that caught Taehyung’s eye. His cock, hard and leaking, was peeking off the top of his panties. A pair of cotton white ones.

Holy shit. Taehyung could practically feel his eyes roll back as he uncapped his lube and drizzled it all over his cock.

“Sorry, baby,” Suga said, looking far from apologetic, “I played with myself a little earlier. Got myself a little messy.” As if to make his point, he pressed his index finger against the tip of his cock and raised it up, letting a string of precum that connected his digit to his length stretch. Even in the shitty connection, Taehyung could see the line. His lips parted almost instinctively, tongue practically salivating for it.

“I-I can help you with that,” Taehyung gulped, eyes still glued on how fucking fantastic Suga looked with with the panties pressing his cock up against his stomach. It was such a pretty little thing. Although he had never seen the man live, Suga’s cock looked much, much smaller compared to Taehyung’s. Not that it was a bad thing. Taehyung most definitely could work with it and might even have a thing for smaller cocks. There was something almost endearing, almost taboo about the size that had his mouth watering and throat drying.

The man looked up at him from his lashes as he nudged his hips forward a little. The action creating a friction that dragged his panties back slightly, tightening it around his hips. Fuck, what a sight. “Yeah? You think so, baby?”

“Yeah, sugar, I can try,” Taehyung rasped, gritting his teeth as he worked his cock slower. He couldn’t go too fast. If he came quickly, it would be so, so embarrassing. “How about you turn around and pull those panties up more, hm? Want to see it in your ass, doll.”

Suga squirmed and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Turning around, he slowly bent over, taking his time to allow Taehyung the opportunity to appreciate that unblemished ass. Christ, if he were there, he would’ve wanted to imprint his handprint on that snowy skin, would’ve nibbled on the skin until the back of his thighs were littered with purples and blues. The pretty boy gave a small shudder when he tugged the fabric up between his cheeks, grazing it over his tight hole. He even went as far as to push it aside and give Taehyung a glimpse of that puckered opening.

Taehyung’s tongue absentmindedly poked out as if seeking out that opening. God, he wanted to eat that ass. “Y-you’re so gorgeous,” he stammered nervously, wrist still flicking to stroke his cock. “Get your lube, doll, I want to see you open yourself up for me. Can you do that?”

The man didn’t even blink before he quickly reached for his lube and drenched his fingers in it. He rubbed his fingers together before arching his back more, sticking his ass towards the screen. Fuck. Then his fingers ghosted over the entrance, his body shivering at the coolness of the gel as he teased the rim with a single finger. Taehyung moaned painfully and circled his fingers around his cock, stopping his level of libido that was climbing much too fast.

“D-do you think I’m pretty?” Suga asked, throwing a sultry, sweet look over his shoulder. It was both adorable and sexy, the combination lethal when Taehyung was already biting his knuckle to hold back his sounds of pleasure.

“You’re fucking beautiful, pretty,” Taehyung breathed, the oxygen barely making it into his lungs. The world seemed to crumble around him in this heavenly bliss when Suga finally pushed a finger in—one miserable finger. The hole tightened around his finger, sucking it in. Fuck, his ass must be so, so tight. Taehyung could imagine how his tongue would feel inside there. He could probably stroke every inch of his wall and swirl the muscle around and have the man writhing underneath him within minutes. It was torturous to see Suga dance a finger around the rim, dipping it every once in a while but never fully fingering himself. “Come on, doll, don’t tease me like this,” Taehyung protested weakly.

He’d be lying if it wasn’t doing wonders to his dick. Suga finally showed some semblance of mercy when he slipped a finger in and then added another. The blonde pressed his face deeper into the sheets, letting out a curse when he started to slide his digits in and out. Taehyung wished he could record this moment, how fucking incredible he looked. His fingers seemed to be swallowed in, vacuumed into the thick skin. It wasn’t long before Suga was shuddering, fingers stuttering in his ass. Taehyung watched him curl his fingers inside of himself, the tips of his fingers scraping his insides.

“Fuck, fuck, you look so good like that, sugar,” Taehyung choked, eyes slamming shut as he pushed away the urge to fucking come. He wasn’t even halfway done and Taehyung was already on the edge. “B-but I don’t want to come like this. Turn around for me again, on your knees.”

Suga whimpered but did as was told. And—fuck, Taehyung didn’t think it could get any better. However, the contrast between the purity of the pair of panties against the tip of his reddened cock, dripping with come rolling down and staining his underwear, might just be the death of him. What a wonderful death that would be.

“Holy shit,” Taehyung clenched his jaw, “how are you so beautiful, doll? God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty. So fuckin’ sexy and sweet. Whoever’s fucking you must be having the time of their life. Bet they get to enjoy that tight ass whenever they want.”

“N-nobody—” Suga’s breath hitched “—nobody’s fucking me right now. I just play with myself, it gets a little lonely.”

Taehyung’s lip quivered. Christ, this man really was going to end him. “Nobody, doll? God, you’re so pretty you deserve to be fucked good every night.”

“Wish I had that,” Suga moaned.

“Bounce on your fingers for me, doll. Fuck yourself like how you’d imagine me fucking you,” Taehyung instructed in a grunt. Suga followed his orders religiously, lifting his body up and dropping back down. His lips parted every time he sank down on his fingers, the long digits slipping inside and generating electricity that coursed through him. Taehyung drank in the sight, memorized every inch of Suga’s smooth skin coated with a sheen layer of sweat that was barely visible in the camera. It was pretty nonetheless to see him glisten from time to time underneath the lights.

“Hnng, fuck that feels so good, so tight—aah, I c-can feel it,” Suga whined, finding the rhythm to his movements and exerting enough source to build up the bubbling pleasure inside of him. Taehyung himself could feel flame lick up his skin, setting his entire body alight with thrill at the sight of the pretty boy. “Fuck, w-want your cock inside me instead,” he groaned, head lolling back as he relished in the utter deliciousness of the sensations.

Taehyung cooed, pupils dilating as his gaze traced over the man’s lithe frame, “You’re so pretty, doll. Look at your cock dripping so wet for me, what a good boy.” Suga let out a small, satisfied whimper at that. “God, what a gorgeous thing you are. I bet you’re always like this, hm? Always so wet for any guy who gives you a little attention?”

Suga’s body tensed up and an apology was already hanging on the tip of his tongue but the man was already releasing a loud moan from his lips. Whines that had fire igniting in every inch of his body escaped his throat, had Taehyung shifting himself and fucking his hand faster.

“Y-you have your toy, sugar?” Taehyung choked, eyes still wide to take in every bit of Suga. “Do you have a cock there with you to fill you up?”

The boy nodded quietly, face scrunched up as if he was deeply hurt. Taehyung was on the same boat, he supposed. The incessant throbbing of his cock was beginning to hurt and all he wanted was that sweet release. But he wanted to make the most of his time with Suga while he could, even if that meant he had t to endure a major case of temporary blue balls.

When Suga finally pulled out the object, Taehyung could already feel the come rising in his dick. Holy shit. The thing was thick and tan, might even rival Taehyung’s. It was the perfect size and, without being instructed to do so, Suga stuck the silicone into his mouth.

“F-fuck,” Taehyung cursed under his breath, moving forward to get stare at Suga better as he took the toy deep into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tip, he spat on it so he could move his fingers along the length. His eyes squeezed shut as he shoved it deep into his throat, nearly gagging on it. It really was such a pretty sight. Suga sucked on the thing like his entire life depended on it, taking almost the whole thing into his mouth and stroking the rest. Taehyung’s cock twitch with his imagining that it was his own length that Suga was swallowing. “Baby, please,” he begged pitifully, “please just—shit, just fuck it. I can’t—I don’t think I’ll last any longer.”

While before Taehyung felt in complete control of the situation, able to tell Suga exactly what he wanted, he was left a pleading mess in his hands at that moment. It was everything he could ever picture and more. He’s seen Suga take things into his mouth before—popsicles, lollipops, dildos, you name it—but it was different when he was doing it in a one-on-one show with a toy that looked almost identical to his dick. It was intimate, a private moment shared between the two. It really wasn’t fair to his dick nor his heart.

Suga, fortunately enough for the sake of his aching member, grinned wickedly and agreed. “How do you want me, baby?”

“On your back, lie on your back,” Taehyung panted desperately, twisting his fingers around his tender length. The friction provided some relief but it wasn’t enough, it really wasn’t. He wanted to see Suga come undone before him, needed it to reach the full extent of his climax.

The blonde laid down and slid his panties off, flicking them aside carelessly. Taehyung could only watch as he slowly pushed the toy inside of him. Every inch that fit into him provoked a whine or a squeak. He observed not so quietly as moans of his own tumbled from his lips. He jerked his cock, tugged it, squeezed it. Suga pushed the makeshift cock inside of him, nudging his hips so he could move it in tempo with his hand.

He kept fucking himself over and over, the cock had him whimpering on the bed, cock dripping a mess all over his sheets. Taehyung couldn’t breath, his breath choking up in his chest at the sight. His brain was going all haywire as he tried to control what remained of his self-restraint.

“Fuck, just like that, doll,” Taehyung grunted, thrusting his hips up. He could practically taste sex in the air, painting the picture of his cock sliding into the pretty boy in his mind. “Fuck yourself all good for me. Make yourself feel good. You’re so fuckin’ pretty, holy fuck.”

“Mm, hnnng, just like t-that,” Suga stammered to himself, pushing his body down against the dildo. “F-feels so good, wish it was actually you—shit, aaah—wish it was you fucking into me right now.”

“Me too, doll, me too,” Taehyung breathed, “fuck, I’m gonna come. M’gonna come so hard for you.”

Suga’s lips parted as he adjusted his position so he could see Taehyung. “Do it, baby, wanna see you spill all over your fingers. I want to see you—”

Before he could even finish, Taehyung was already pouring all over his hands, his wrists that had grown tired slowly doing to milk the last of his orgasm. It was a deliriously incredible high, a peak that had him muffling his groans into his voice. Taehyung let his head hit the back of his bed with a thump. “A-are you going to come with me, doll? Why don’t you do it? I-I wanna see you all over your hands, over your sheets, wanna know how fucking good it feels to get fucked like that.”

With a few more strokes, Suga was coming all over his stomach, panties still pushed aside and ripped at that point. It was a gorgeous sight and Taehyung swore that he could hear angels singing in the background.

“T-that was a good session,” Suga muttered afterwards, crinkling his nose as he wiped off the remnants of his desire from his body.

“Yeah,” he agreed, clearing his throat. His hand was still sticky but he couldn’t be bothered to move to clean himself up. He was feeling thoroughly fucked out without even doing the fucking. “Happy holidays, I guess.”

Suga snorted, “Happy holidays.”

sugar_d: hey, I know this is kind of weird but you wanna do that again sometime? Free of charge

sugar_d: just that i had a good time last time

kimchifriend: um??? Dude yes???? I mean im gonna keep subscribing to ur shit but a private show with you im always down

sugar_d: great :)

sugar_d: the name’s yoongi btw

kimchifriend: nice to meet ya, im tae

#bts #taehyung #yoongi #taegi #taegi smut #bts smut #taegi scenarios #taegi fanfic #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #taegi17 #HAHAH I STILL HAVE TO WRITE VMIN BRB

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Bad Names

Characters: Dean, Reader and a mention of Sam

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: It’s a tad bit angsty and a smidge of swearing.

Summary: The reader is out there living her life, everything is going smoothly until she gets a blast from the past that sends her hurtling on an emotional rollercoaster.

A/N: This is for @d-s-winchester‘s Bon jovi Challenge. Congrats on 4k, you really do deserve it. I chose ‘you give love a bad name’ from the ‘slippery when wet’ album. I love this song so much. So it was super fun to listen to on repeat as I wrote this. I hope y’all enjoy. Thank you for reading! xx

(tags aren’t working grrrr.)

Shopping for stuff in the evening was magical, the grocery stores were quiet. It was almost therapeutic, the white noise. There was no rush to get to the pay point, no rush to pick out vegetables. There was no hurry at all and you loved it. After being in court all day, you just needed some wine and a good chick flick. Married people, who were getting divorces were nightmares. Utter nightmares. Your heart was always sore for the children that were often stuck in the middle because once that used to be you.

”Shot through the heart And you’re to blame Darlin’, you give love a bad name”

Your Father had found a bimbo, only slightly older than you and got married in Vegas, in fucking Vegas three months after knowing her and your Mom, well, she didn’t move on until last year. Regardless of being 16 when your life fell to pieces, it still hurt. It’s probably the reason why you don’t have faith in love, not anymore anyway. Now though, you aren’t that 16 year old girl, with a heart too big and tons of daddy issues. You’re a goddamn good lawyer, who can take care of yourself. You take pride in being independent.

“An angel’s smile is what you sell You promise me heaven, then put me through Hell Chains of love got a hold on me When passions a prison, you can’t break free”

But, there was only one boy that still made you wish that your life had turned out slightly different. One boy you hoped that you’d be married to by now or even pregnant with your first baby. But life had other plans.

You strolled passed the bakery, your eyes lingering on the pies that were placed on the cooling rack. You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“Screw it. I need the pie. I really need the cherry pie. I had a hard day.” You mumbled softly, trying to convince yourself.

You tapped the glass on the counter, waiting until someone assisted you. Your feet on fire in your heels. God, you needed a spa day, maybe you’d call your mom when you got home. You could definitely use some time with her, it’s been a while.

You heard a voice, vaguely, on the side of you, his tall frame and shaggy hair caught the side of your eye, “I’m gonna go get some fruits. You needa eat some fruits man.” he said, talking to someone behind you.

“Damn Rabbit food.” another voice mumbled softly, the mild irritation making its appearance.

“Oh, you’re a loaded gun, yeah Oh, there’s nowhere to run No one can save me The damage is done”

“Y/N.” the same gruff voice said your name and suddenly, you had forgotten how to breathe. You knew that the minute you turned around you were gonna have the wind knocked out of you but you did it. You turned around anyway.

Your heart pounded in your ears, your hands gripping the handle of your shopping cart so tightly that your knuckles looked like they are gonna burst through your skin. His eyes were still the same, so green that you couldn't think straight. And, he was smiling. He was smiling at you like he had found what he’d been searching for. Even in the dim light, his freckles made your knees feel weak. You were robbed of your speech and frozen solid.

What kind of tricks were the fates playing.

“Shot through the heart And you’re to blame You give love a bad name I play my part and you play your game You give love a bad name You give love, a bad name”

“Jesus Christ.” you mumbled, when you finally managed to speak, still just blinking at him.

He chuckled, his whole body rumbling. He was handsome, more handsome than you remembered. You felt drunk.

“Dean Winchester, Sweetheart.” He teased, smirking at you, “You look more beautiful than I remember.”

An unexpected giggle left your lips, your cheeks are burning hot and crimson red as you looked at him from beneath your dense lashes, “I think your memory is cheating you Sugar Pie. One too many hits on the head will do that to you.” Your heart stopped, a cold feeling settled in your stomach at the realization of what you just did.

“Sugar Pie.” he stated, playing with the term in his mouth, like he was savoring a piece of candy he hadn’t tasted in years, “I remember that all too well. I could never forget it. I could never forget you.” a sad smile crawled onto his pretty mouth, as he watched you nibble on your bottom lip.

“Paint your smile on your lips Blood red nails on your fingertips A school boy’s dream, you act so shy Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye”

Then, he was reaching for your hand, his warm calloused fingers lacing with yours like it was the most natural thing to do. It startled you, the warmth that shot through your body. But it was the feeling you wanted to feel again ever since he left. Nothing ever felt that way again. You never felt that way about anyone again, he was your once in a lifetime.

You let your eyes drift over his hair, the contours of gorgeous face and along his big frame. He still made you feel things, things that you never let yourself feel in years. It felt like nothing had changed, in that tiny moment, but it had. He wasn’t that cocky, mischievous, strikingly handsome boy you met by the train tracks, just a month shy of turning seventeen all those years ago. Now, he was different, roguishly handsome, rough and rugged, with eyes that showed experience. You heart ached in your chest, you wished you had had the opportunity to watch him become the man he was. You knew that he was good, kind and loving. You knew back then, when his brother was his whole world.

On instinct, you raised your hand to his scruffy cheek, grazing your thumb over his skin. You were committing the sensations to memory, trying to soothe yourself and maybe him. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch with utter satisfaction on his face as he hummed deep in his throat.

“I love yo-.” he began to say.

“Oh, you’re a loaded gun Oh, there’s nowhere to run No one can save me The damage is done”

But you silenced him, pressing your lips to his. The familiarity of it making your body tingly. Slow and passionately, his lips moved with yours, taking your breath away. But you couldn’t bear to tear yourself apart from him. Not from the way his hand was holding onto to the back of your neck, holding you close like you might disappear. The tears started to sting at your closed eyes, your throat closing up from the sob lodged there. But you couldn’t stop, you wanted to kiss him forever, to be this close forever. You would have loved to hear him say the words, you would have loved to leave everything to go with him but you couldn’t. It just wasn’t meant to be. You dreamed of having the chance to say it back, but not like this. Not years later, not in a grocery store. And not after he left and never came back for you.

The time you spent with him was something you’d carry withy you for the rest of your life. You wished that could go back in time to that Summer, the one that changed your life. It was a wild ride and you craved to do it again but life doesn’t work that way.

It took everything you could muster within you to pull yourself away from his lips, to put some distance between you. The smile on his face dulled when he saw the tear roll down your cheek. You squeezed his hand in yours, then let go. It felt like lead sinking in your stomach, but you did it anyway. You had to. For yourself and for him.

“Shot through the heart And you’re to blame You give love a bad name I play my part and you play your game You give love a bad name You give love, oh!.”

“I’ll see you around, okay Dee.” you smiled mildly, before leaning forward to touch his lips to yours for one last time, “Take care of yourself.”

And then, you just started to walk. Down the aisle, out the door and towards your car. Leaving behind your groceries, your pie and the man you desperately loved with all your heart.

You got into your car, hands clasped around the steering wheel and suddenly, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You tried grounding yourself, you tried to keep yourself sane.

“You’re fine. You will keep your eyes dry. You feel nothing.”

You said as you felt everything.

The tears came hot and rapidly, rolling down your cheeks. It seemed like they would never stops. It was for all the times that you refused to cry because you had to be strong. But everything felt like it was crashing and you didn't feel strong anymore, you couldn't even pretend.

“Oh, shot through the heart And you’re to blame You give love a bad name I play my part and you play your game You give love a bad name”

You felt like your heart had just stopped, on the verge of bursting out from your chest. It hurt, and it took you by surprise because you thought that you would be okay with seeing him again. You were supposed to hate him for leaving but you didn’t, you still loved him. He was supposed to be irrelevant in the grand scheme of your life. He was just supposed to be a dumb boy you loved. A dumb boy, you lost on the way to finding the rest of who you are. But, you never really forgot the boy, who made you fall in love for the first time. The boy, who kissed away your fears about growing up, the boy, who wanted to be apart of your future as much as you wanted to be apart of his.

You’ll never forget him. A week from now, a month, even years later. You’ll still remember exactly how it felt to fall in love with the boy who made you hopeful.

“Shot through the heart And you’re to blame You give love a bad name I play my part and you play your game You give love a bad name You give love You give love (bad name) You give love You give love (bad name) You give love You give love (bad name) You give love You give love”

#ash hits 4k #bon jovi challenge #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #reader x dean #dean angst #dean fluff #dean fanfic #dean fan fic #dean fanfiction #dean fan fiction #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fan fic #dean winchester fan fiction #dean winchester fanfiction

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