''i can't feel my feet! but then again.. i can never feel my feet''

anonymous asked:

gwahhh i love your scenarios so much they're amazing !! could you do a scenario with kuroo, tsukki and iwai where their fem s/o is an insomniac? and whenever she can't sleep she does her own hobbies like baking or drawing or she just takes a walk outside etc and one night they stay over at the boys houses and they wake up to see her doing her own thing and try to coax her to go back to bed?

It slipped my mind while writing that they were only supposed to be visiting- I hope you don’t too much that they ended up living together, I’m sorry! Anyhow, this was an incredibly heartwarming prompt to write for, and I hope that you enjoy it, and thank you for your patience. :)

At age twenty five, Kuroo is a far cry from just five, which was when he last believed in monsters underneath his bed. Or perhaps they’re still there, but he’s become far too old and too boring for them to find entertaining anymore, and they’ve moved on to people who sleep more, who have fewer nightmares, who can sleep fine alone.

He hears the noise from downstairs first. It’s a soft clang, but it’s enough to pull him out of half-awakeness and his fingers curl curiously around the edge of his pillow. She’s not there, and her space is cold and empty from the exposed bedsheet.

The clang comes again, followed with a very, very quiet curse that makes the edge of his lips curl with laughter at four in the morning. It’s no clawed thing, but his own little monster he relies on to comfort him each night in their multitudes of blankets at pillows that cradle them into mutual drowsiness. Her pills lie capped on her side of the bedside table, untouched and unmoved, and he knows that this must be a special night. The stars, maybe, or the autumn chill that treads it way softly through the corridors of their small house, trailing eagerly along the warm footsteps of whoever’s awake at this time of night.

Not for the first time, Kuroo regrets not wearing fluffy slippers with bears on them when his feet finally touch the ground. He swings himself off the edge gingerly, aware of how his head fogs with unfinished sleep and the way his muscles seem to creak at him, scolding him, potentially threatening to shut down completely if he doesn’t return this instant. He goes off hunting for slippers instead, and for you, even though he knows beyond familiarity where exactly he’d find those things.

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Friday the 13th: ohmlirious
  • Notification:
  • Ohm picks up Walkie talkie.
  • Notification:
  • Delirious picks up Walkie talkie.
  • Delirious: ohm? someone’s following me
  • Delirious: i can hear the fucker
  • Ohm: where r u?
  • Delirious: walking through the woods.
  • Ohm: alone at night??
  • Delirious: it was a shortcut to the lodge!
  • Ohm: but why'd you-
  • Delirious: shit, I heard it again!!
  • Delirious: it’s fuckin' creepy!
  • Ohm: what does it sound like?
  • Delirious: um... It's like leaves crunching beneath heavy feet.
  • Ohm: it's probably just a cat.
  • Delirious: cat’s don’t have heavy feet ohm!
  • Ohm: delirious, relax..your outside. it’s windy. there are noises.
  • Delirious: yeah i guess..
  • Ohm: so..why’d u leave so early? thought you were staying the night?
  • Delirious: i changed my mind
  • Ohm: well..u left you cabin keys here.
  • Delirious: shit.
  • Delirious: alright, I'm coming back for them. What camp you at again? higgins haven?
  • Delirious: i’ll be there in 10 minutes.
  • Ohm: are you sure u don’t wanna stay this time?
  • Delirious: yes. i’m sure.
  • Ohm: is there something wrong? I feel like I'm missing something?
  • Delirious: ...i saw his pic on ur phone.
  • Ohm: whose pic?
  • Delirious: that Angel looking son of a bitch from saltwater camp...i saw him sitting in your fucking lap too.
  • Ohm: wait you mean Bryce?
  • Delirious: i always knew you had a blonde hair fetish.
  • Ohm: we’re just friends..
  • Delirious: HE WAS IN YOUR LAP.
  • Ohm: shh delirious.
  • Delirious: sitting there with your fucking arm's around him.
  • Delirious: are you serious ohm?
  • Ohm: delirious please
  • Delirious: i know. i’m not supposed to care.
  • Ohm: that’s not what i was going to say
  • Ohm: u were the one who didn’t want anything serious.
  • Delirious: look ohm, we need to
  • Delirious: FUCK
  • Delirious: the crunching sounds closer now.
  • Delirious: the footsteps are…
  • Delirious: oh shit, he's walking faster.
  • Delirious: why won't this bitch quit stalking me!!
  • Ohm: are you near a car?
  • Delirious: No! I'm on the other side of the fucking map!
  • Delirious: shitshitshitshit
  • Delirious: i heard a cough ohm!
  • Delirious: there's someone near me.
  • Ohm: hide behind a tree?
  • Delirious: no! I need to get to a house ohm, God.
  • Ohm: just hurry up!
  • Delirious: theirs definitely footsteps. following me.
  • Ohm: do you see anyone behind you?
  • Delirious: I can't see far. It's too dark.
  • Ohm: just use your flash light!!
  • Delirious: oh right hang on.
  • Delirious: Fuckfuckfuck OHM!
  • Delirious: HE'S WEARING A MASK!
  • Ohm: delirious, just stay calm.
  • Ohm: maybe it's just a prank?
  • Delirious: he's got an axe!
  • Ohm: ..walk faster
  • Delirious: i’m running!
  • Ohm: are you losing him?!
  • Delirious: NO!
  • Delirious: he's running his ass off too!!
  • Ohm: that's it i'm calling police.
  • Ohm: where are you exactly?
  • Ohm: delirious?
  • Ohm: HELLO????
  • Ohm: fuck, this is all my fault
  • Ohm: i should have never let you leave the cabin.
  • Ohm: i should have told you that...
  • Delirious: ohm?
  • Ohm: oh thank god!
  • Ohm: I called the cops and they said there on there way.
  • Ohm: where are you?
  • Delirious: i’m at camp evergreen.
  • Delirious: I tripped while running.
  • Delirious: I think I fell down a slope and hit my head.
  • Ohm: did you lose the guy?
  • Delirious: no, that mother fucker's still here somewhere.
  • Delirious: i can hear him breathing. That son of a bitch.
  • Delirious: I can't.
  • Ohm: WHY?
  • Delirious: I think i broke my leg.
  • Delirious: he's looking for me ohm.
  • Ohm: don't worry i'm coming over to get you.
  • Ohm: tell me exactly where you are.
  • Delirious: um.. I dunno? near some big tree? I can see the tents from here if that helps.
  • Ohm: stay put. i'll be there soon
  • Delirious: i feel really faint.
  • Ohm: hang in there delirious. Just keep talking to me.
  • Delirious: ohm. he's getting closer.
  • Delirious: i hear him.
  • Delirious: his voice…
  • Delirious: he's talking to me.
  • Ohm: I can't hear him? what's he saying?
  • Delirious: he's calling my name.
  • Delirious: saying that i've got this all wrong.
  • Delirious: he just keeps repeating it. over and over.
  • Delirious: ohm what does he mean?
  • Delirious: his voice sounds weird...
  • Delirious: like a tractor.
  • Ohm: are you feeling alright delirious?
  • Delirious: no. my head feels funny.
  • Delirious: I'm feeling sleepy
  • Ohm: just keep talking to me. Well make it through this I promise!
  • Ohm: what kind of tree do you see?
  • Delirious: what?
  • Ohm: that tree you said was near you.
  • Ohm: what does it look like?
  • Delirious: ah...it's a big red tree.
  • Delirious: ohm. i'm scared.
  • Delirious: he's here.
  • Ohm: i'm almost there delirious!
  • Ohm: I've found the tents.
  • Delirious: i can see his feet
  • Ohm: hold on, i'm running to you!!!
  • Delirious: this is it ohm.
  • Delirious: he's found me.
  • Delirious: it's over.
  • Ohm: no wait! Delirious! i see the tree!
  • Ohm: i'm here!!!
  • Ohm: your jackets on the ground.
  • Ohm: oh god there's blood.
  • Ohm: where are you???
  • Ohm: fuck!!
  • Ohm: what have i done?
  • Ohm: i didn't mean it delirious.
  • Ohm: that morning with Bryce.
  • Ohm: it wasn't real.
  • Ohm: i asked him to come over so you'd get jealous.
  • Ohm: the lap thing was his idea.
  • Ohm: i wanted you to care.
  • Ohm: i wanted you to want something more serious.
  • Ohm: delirious are you there??
  • Ohm: why is there so much blood everywhere?
  • Ohm: DELIRIOUS???
  • *Delirious*: never knew you felt that way...
  • Ohm: your alive!!
  • Ohm: you sound odd..
  • Ohm: are you okay?
  • Ohm: where are you?
  • *Delirious*: back at higgins haven...
  • Ohm: what happened?
  • *Delirious*: come over, and i’ll tell you...
  • Ohm: alright I'm walking over now
  • *Delirious*: hurry...
  • Ohm: okay, i’m at the front door!
  • Ohm: but all the lights are off.
  • Ohm: the door is locked..
  • Ohm: can you let me in?
  • *Delirious*: i’m coming...
  • Ohm: great! I'm so excited to hold you in my arms.
  • Ohm: wait
  • Ohm: i still have your keys
  • Ohm: but then how did you
  • Ohm: shit!
  • Walkie offline
  • Police Report: Two bodies were found at camp crystal lake.
  • Two males, Both deceased.
  • Light skinned male, black hair, age 29.
  • Tanned skinned male, brown hair, age 33.
  • Suspected cause of death: strangled.
  • Suspected killer: A young blonde male.

anonymous asked:

Au where the airport fight ends in a minor debate over who has to take Peter home BC he's literally too young to fly unaccompanied without fuckloads of paperwork

This is amazing because I literally just read something similar in a comic a few days ago. Ok, so it wasn’t b/c Peter is, like, 12, but b/c he was like ‘you guys might get to be superheroes 24/7 but some people have jobs so can someone take me back to NYC asap?? Guys???’  Here’s the page. 

And  then 1.7k of fic of borderline silliness happened out of no where. Let’s temporarily pretend everyone isn’t furious with each other and are still kind-of-friends, m’kay?


Captain America and the Winter Soldier left behind a deafening silence. Iron Man and War Machine tried to give chase, but weren’t able to stop the jet without seriously injuring the two passengers. They were mad, yes, but they didn’t want anyone to end up dead, or paralysed, or maimed. The jet rose into the sky, higher and higher before disappearing over the horizon.

The barren airport was quiet. Peter was aching all over, still disoriented from the blow that knocked through the air. The formerly building-sized guy that had hit him lay panted, limbs eagle-spread. Hawkeye sat nearby, rubbing at his back and grumbling under his breath. Scarlett Witch was cradled in Vision’s arms, the two murmuring quietly to one another.

Falcon touched down, spread wings retreating. Iron Man and War Machine followed his descent moments after. They refused to look at their former teammate.

Peter stumbled to unsteady, determined feet. His mask was rumbled, a little twisted, but pulled to his chin. Booted feet spun in a wobbly circle, taking in the entire airport, the burning husks of thrown cars, abandoned airplanes, and the dozen exhausted, resting heroes.

“We’re not going to start fighting again, are we?” Peter said. “Because sure, yeah, I’m ready to go again, but some of you guys look old and I don’t want to accidentally break some hips—”

“You are not ready to go again,” Tony told him firmly. His faceplate flipped up, and he looked weary and defeated in an achingly familiar way.

“I am,” Peter insisted. “Did you see me take down a guy that was the size of a building? A building!” Peter limped over to said Building Guy, who squinted up at the teenager, one hand shielded over his eyes. “Also, hey, I’m super impressed about the turning-into-a-building thing. Doesn’t that break all kinds of rules about the conservation of mass? How does that even work? Is it a superpower, or are you an alien like that Thor guy, or is it, like, science—”

“Where did you find this kid?” Hawkeye asked loudly.

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You stood before your laid back boyfriend, a beer in his hand as he watched tv. “What the hell is this, Yoongi?” You hold up your phone in front of his face, yielding the article and picture of him with a girl in Tokyo.

He sighs, sitting up. “It’s nothing, (Y/N). Ignore the press,”

“How can I ignore it? I haven’t seen you in months, then you come back and I see this? How long ago were you in Tokyo, hm? A couple weeks?” You slap his feet off of the coffee table, “You couldn’t hold out a couple weeks to see me?” You turn your phone back to your face, swiping to the related articles. “And these girls? Who are they, and why are you with them?” He stares straight to your stomach, sipping the bottle. “You’re cheating?” It came out weaker than you planned.

“Yah, yah,” He stood up, “I’ll take as much as you throw at me, but as soon as you even think I’ll cheat is when I speak.”

“Well?” You scoff, raising you hands. “What’s the lame excuse for your cheating?”

“(Y/N), don’t-”

“Let’s see if I believe this.” You cross your arms over your chest. He just stood there, speechless. “Come on.” You motioned your hand.

He closed his mouth, smiling in disbelief, then slammed his beer down. “Don’t even think I’m cheating,” He said lowly, pointing in your face. “You know I would never-”

“No, apparently everything I knew about you was wrong.”

“Let me speak-”

“There’s no explanation for this: You were caught cheating, at least own up to it.”

He looking up towards the ceiling, then lowered his head to be the same height as your. “I’m not cheating, believe me or not.” He said through gritted teeth, turning back and picking up his beer. He walked back to the couch, then dawned the same position as he did previously when you approached him.

You clenched your fist, trying to hold back the urge to yell. “Tell me I’m the only one!” You break, shaking as you felt the tears welling up in your eyes. “Tell me I’m the only one, Yoongi. Please!” You beg, dropping your phone and falling to your knees. You couldn’t control the frustrated written tears, and cupped your face in your hands.

He gets up, kneeling next to you. “Jagi, I’d never cheat..” He says in a softer voice than before. “You have to believe me..”

“How could I?” You lift your head, “You never call.”

“I can’t.”

“You don’t have a minute to speak to your girlfriend on the phone, but you magically have your whole schedule clear for some girl—right?”

“You got it wrong-”

“Yeah, I did.” You stood up, “Girls, right? Multiple.” You walked to the front door with his incoherent screaming behind you. You left you feet to take you where ever they wanted, leaving you wandering to a nearby bridge. You sigh, sitting down with your feet dangling above the cold rushing water. You look out, a chill running up your spine for the cool wind blowing. Your hands loosely hold the edge of the plywood, and you continue watching the water wash over the rocks. You stay there, reminiscing on when things worked out perfectly between yourself and Yoongi.

“Why’d you leave?” Yoongi’s voice came behind you.

You look straight, never breaking your stare on the reflection of the moon. He caves, sitting next to you. Instead of staring where you are, he stares at your profile. “I’m done.” You say, still not looking at him. There’s a gust of wind that blows your hair gently. “I can’t be with you if rumors keep coming up of you with someone else.”

You see him nod slowly while looking down, “I understand.”

“I’m not even sure if we care about each other anymore with how busy you are.” You confess, “I don’t even know if I love you anymore.”

He bites his lip, and you’re seeing all this through the corner of your eye. “I won’t hold you back, but do know those are all rumors and do know I still love you with all my heart. Just ask any one of the boys,” He licks his lips, standing up. “Let me get you home at least, you’ll catch a cold.” You shake your head, still looking down. “Get up jagi-” He goes to grab your arm but you push him.

“How can you treat it like its nothing—like we’re nothing?” You stood up, beginning to get angry at his suddenly calm tone. “Huh?” You shove him roughly with both of you hands. “How many more rumors are gonna pop up, huh?” You keep pushing him, “Why don’t you fight? Why am I the only one fighting for this relationship to stay alive? Why can’t you just feel something for once? Feel my hurt, feel my love—give me back the love.”

“What am I supposed to do?” He gets louder, “Say I fucking love you all the times you do? I do! I tell you even when you’re mad! Because I do love you, (Y/N)! I love you so much you won’t even know! But when I come home from tour, you pick at me instead! I work hard to give us—no, you—good things in life.” He breathed harshly, “Have you ever looked in the closet? How many things have I gotten for you?”

“Oh, so a bag is supposed to show me you love me? I’m you’re girlfriend, not some prostitute you pay off when you’re done.”

“How do I say it besides I love you? I can't—that’s why. You know how hard it is for me to tell you shit-”

“Then get over it.” You say slowly.

“Get over it? You want me to learn how to express my emotions? Want me to do the things you do? Fine.” He takes his hat off, “All this could be gone, but without you I’m not anything.” He threw it into the water, “See? Here take this too!” He yelled, throwing his chain in there. “I don’t need that to be happy when I have you. I don’t need my music, I don’t need anything besides you being next to me. Why don’t you open up your eyes and see? I hate not being able to be with you, I hate the idea of some dude trying to get you naked and I’m not here to stop it! While I’m away the only thing I think about is what you’re doing, if you’re okay, and if I have enough time to call you. I worry about you every second of everyday. Is that better?” He stood with his arms out.

“Just show me you love me..” You felt your tears coming again.

“I need you..” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “I need you, so much..” Your hair muffled his voice as he buried his face in your neck. “Those girls weren’t anything—they were the makeup women there. They’re stylists that took me out to show me what to wear, and they all hit on me; I won’t deny that. But I am not going to cheat on you,” He pulled away, holding your arms. “They meant nothing, and they asked for my number. Want me to tell you exactly everything that happened?” You nodded, wiping your cheeks. “They told me that our manager had told them to take me out to get a couple of things at the store, and I was gullible enough to believe them. I didn’t want to take the chance for it to be true, and me to get in trouble. I have a girl to provide for,” He played with your hair lightly, “They touched me, flirted, and did everything they could to try to change my mind after I repeatedly told them I have someone. You know how mean I can be if I really wanted to,”

You look down and laugh lightly, “Yeah, I know.”

“I was being like that to them, and eventually they gave up and called me a—what was it?” He pretended to think, “Ah! A ‘rude asshole’, yeah.”

“Because of the way you acted?”

“Why else? Also, a funny thing,” He covered his mouth, “They tried to make me buy them all this expensive shit, too.”

“What’d you say?” You asked, smiling at his gummy cutesy smile.

“My girlfriend has a better taste,” He smirked, “They wanted trashy things.”

“What’d they do?” You wrap your arms around his waist.

“They got pissed.” He laughed, hugging you back. “Like I said: they don’t mean shit to me. You’re the only girl in my life,” You felt the top of your head being kissed, “I’m sorry I made you go through that.”

“I’m sorry I lied about not loving you or caring,”

“As long as you really do, I’m fine.” He rubbed your back.

“I love you.” You looked up at him.

“I love you, (Y/N)..” He looked down at you.

#344: 'Can't Forget The Time Or Place'

How Long Will I Love You: Can’t Forget The Time Or Place- One Shot #344

+past one shots

 No visuals. 

Song(s): Bloom- Paper Kites & I’ve Just Seen A Face- The Beatles (cover)

Italicized text is meant to be flashback/past scenes.

“Daddy, I heard something! I did! It was a really loud bang!”

Harry sighed, shutting his daughter’s closet door and pulling a hand through his hair as he watched her burrow further under her duvet and blankets. Her little lips pressed together and jutting out, looking like she was testing him. Ready to bring on the tears if she needed to.

“Baby, there’s nothing in here to get you, I promise. It’s just the wind and the rain, okay?” Harry blinked the sleep from is eyes, still trying to rouse fully from the being jolted awake by panicked shaking of his shoulder and tiny, whimpered, ‘Daddy! Daddy, come here!’ The rain and wind were beating relentlessly against the windowpanes.   

“No it’s not!” Darcy whimpered, clutching his old teddy that had become hers tightly. “What if someone’s downstairs?” Harry sighed again, and tucked the blankets up tighter around her shoulders.

“No one’s downstairs, darling. I went and looked just now. The doors are locked, no one can get into the house, okay?” He kissed her forehead. “Go back to sleep for awhile. It’s okay. I’m sorry it scared you. I love you.”

But she latches onto his sleeve and he knows he’s done for.

When she or any of the kids were just babies, you and him would bicker constantly when it came to the kids and getting them to sleep. It had always been a source of great debate.

Harry was a cuddler. And his children were no exception. You wondered why you’d even bothered with cribs when they were small, because if he’d had it his way, they’d never sleep anyplace else besides on top of him. You rarely admitted it, but you cherished the times where you found them asleep together. Both of them fast asleep. Harry’s chin tucked down at the top of their head, lips parted and breathing slowly through them. Bare feet dangling off the couch, back curved to aching proportions. But your little baby –they weren’t always so little- looked so content where they were. Fingers fisted into his jumper to make sure he didn’t go anywhere. Cheek pressed down into the warm softness of his chest or belly. His hand on their back. When they cried or had bad dreams, that’s where they landed.

But snuggling kids to sleep was a danger in disguise.  

One night wouldn’t hurt.

“Please, Daddy,” she begged, and he swore she could make her eyes wider, like doe-eyed pools of green and gold. She didn’t have school in the morning. They could sleep in. What would it hurt?

“Just until you fall asleep,” he warned, lowering himself down onto the bed beside her. It was more of a warning for him than anything else. He barely fit into her bed. His feet dangling off the edge. He scooted himself partway up the headboard. She wiggled around until she was comfortable. Her head on his chest, and he wrapped an arm around her tight, pulling her petite body against his broad side. “Comfy, now?”

She nodded into his chest and he kissed the top of her head. He looked up at the fairy lights strung around the seams of her walls, acting as some kind of ethereal nightlight. It made the room glow, in a cozy and comfortable sort of warmth. Coupled with the storm raging outside, and the piles of blankets tucked over the mattress because she was always cold, it was a nice place to fall asleep.

“Daddy?” she whispered again, looking up at him. “Will you tell me the story?”

“What story, baby?”

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Capture (Isaac Lahey Imagine)

Request: Can you pretty please do #39 and #41 with Isaac? I love your writing (and you)


39; “Go then, leave! See if I care!”

41; “Please, take me instead!”

 A/n: Aww thank you, i love you too! I hope you like it!

 You and Isaac were like two children who couldn’t get along with eachother. One day you were okay and the next you two are screaming at eachother.

 What people find more odd is how the hell are we together. We fight like crazy, we get on eachother nerves most of the time but somehow we can’t stay away from eachother. Somehow through everything we find a way to fix our problems. 

 Lately there have been weird things happening around Beacon Hills. Ofcourse i’m used to crazy but it wasn’t the same as always, it felt worse. I decided to spend the night at Stiles house since he is my best friend and he knows more about what’s going on here than me.

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I Can't Think Straight Audrey Jensen/You (Scream)

Prompt of Mine: Audrey finds you after being stabbed by the killer.

WARNING: Violence

I really should’ve stayed home.

You know it’s kind of late to do that now.

You pace against the wet grass of the park waiting for any sign she’s coming.

Why the hell she ask me to come if she isn’t gonna show up?

You take out your phone again staring harder at it as if a glare could make Audrey show up.

A minute passes and you groan aggravated.

Disappointment and annoyance flares in your chest when you realize she’s really not going.

I’m going home.

You start to stomp home your phone dings.

Fumbling, you bring up your text messages hoping it’s Audrey.

Your heart stops.

Turn around.

It’s an unknown number and fear creeps up your spine.

You feel your breathing quicken and start running.

I’m outta here.

The scariest sound follows.


You sprinted to the exit hoping if you made it far enough, you’d make it.


A bloodcurdling scream rips out of your throat when you’re suddenly thrown to the ground.

You scramble out of the way shrieking and dry sobbing as the knife barely missing.

You feel the sting of it slicing your arms and palms.

Then it collides.

You freeze.

“Y/N! OH MY GOD! Y/N!”

He rises to his feet and makes a run for it disappearing from sight,

Feet dash across the concrete to where you are,

You don’t notice.

Did I really-

You look down and see a knife sticking straight of your stomach.

I’ve been impaled.

An hysterical laugh escapes your throat.

Audrey’s face is suddenly in yours.

You flinch groaning as the movement pulls your skin.

She leans over you hands shaking before appearing to calm down.

“Y/N, you’re gonna be fine,” her hands touch your face caressing it really before she grabs the hilt and tries to pull.

You scream at the burning and swing your arms trying to get her to stop.

It’s the first time you’ve ever pulled away from her.

“Don’t take it out!”

Audrey lets go at your screams almost falling over.

“I can bleed to death if you do.”

This time your voice is almost a whisper sore from your screams.

She scoots closer to you raising your head until it rests on her thighs.

You hear the beeps as she calls 911 but everything seems too much now.

You feel out of it almost tired when her cold fingers touch your face.

“You can’t go to sleep. Open your eyes.”

Her voice is loud and urgent: almost pleading.

She’s never sounded like that before.

You blearily open your eyes finding her face.

You try to focus seeing how worried she is.

It’s hard.

It burns…

Audrey’s never held you like this before.

“I know. I know,” you feel her move your hair from your face doing everything to comfort her.

Everything becomes double and you hear vaguely hear someone yelling.

Everything goes black.




You wake up in a white room with way too many bright lights.

Turn off the lights.

You squint trying to piece everything together.

Machines hum in the room each sound seemingly amplified and irritating.

Something soft and warm squeezes your hand.

You turn your head.


She sits by your side holding your hand like a lifeline leaning forward like she bed could catch her if she fell.

Black bangs barely hide her eyes.

She looks so tired and scared…

You squeeze her hand and flinch at Audrey’s sudden movement.

Your eyes meet hers.

They’re paralyzing making your heart jump into your throat.


The silence is almost painful full of words you don’t want to say and curiosity on why she’s here.

I can’t stand this.

“There’s something up in my nose and I think it’s eating my boogies.”

Did I say that?

Audrey laughs muttering “gross” under her breath.

Least the tension is gone.

“You kinda get stabbed earlier. It's supposed to help you breathe a little.”

The humor in her voice dies and you sigh.

“What made you go there?”

You looked at the ceiling not saying a word.

“That’s a lot of tiles.”

Audrey exhales loudly.

Is it over?

Then her hand settles on your cheek almost gentle as it pulls you back down to her.

Your breathing stops at the feel of Audrey’s skin.


You bite your cheek at her tone but answer.

“I thought we were gonna talk…”

Audrey’s eyebrows disappeared into her bangs in surprise.


You bite your tongue.

“I know I’m a dumbass okay?”

Picking at the loose threads of the hospital blanket, you avoid her eyes.

“Did the text say why?”

You blush but don’t say a word.

“Come on. If you can’t trust me, who can you trust?”

“It won’t make sense,” you warn looking up freezing a little at seeing her face.

“Try me.”

You bite your tongue but continue.

“I like you Audrey. As in I want you. I like your face. I like your smile. I like you.”

Your voice seems almost too loud in the quiet room.

“Oh. ”

You make a face.

Is that all you’re gonna say?

“Yeah, ” you pull away from her scooting away as far you can. “I can’t think straight with you.”

The next few moments feel torture until you feel a weight on the bed.

You turn to see what’s going on and swallow hard.

Audrey smirks at your wide eyes and leans forward.

She brushes her lips against your yours.



Each time Audrey pulls away slightly watching your reaction.

You can’t take it.

On the third, you grip her shirt grinning at her smile as you stop her from liking away.

Each kiss almost burns making your heart thunder in your chest and your lungs ache to breathe.

A sound of protest escapes your throat when she pulls away.

“I can’t think straight with you either. ”

Her nose nudges yours and you forget about the nurses just around the door.

You can’t think straight.

anonymous asked:

derek tries and fails to woo an oblivious!stiles, so he goes to Scott for advice except Scott doesn't want stiles and derek to be a thing that happens bc of a multitude of reasons so he gives him the worst tips except they accidentally end up working really well

so, i didn’t do this prompt at all, kind of. because i feel like Scott would be all YAY LOVE. so, i did Scott being all YAY LOVE, and Derek being all NO, PAIN, HURT, MUSTN’T FEEL THIS WAY, HELP. so Scott helps.


So, Scott’s a little bit worried Derek wants to kill Stiles.

A year ago, he’d have been genuinely, totally, sincerely sure Derek wanted to kill Stiles. And Scott. And most of the people he came into contact with. Not, that Scott saw Derek interact with many people seeing as how he seemed to live in the dark corners of gross subway stations, or lurk in Scott’s bedroom. But, his expressions generally seemed to imply he wasn’t happy about talking to anyone. Stiles never seemed to find it particularly scary. Scott remembers Stiles calling him sour wolf and then crowing about it for days afterwards. Once, you know, they knew Derek was alive again. He made light of it, though. It’s one of the things Scott loves best about his best friend; the ability to make him laugh, even when he was having the worst day of his life.

He’s real glad his best friend is around, alive, happy again, winding Derek up, teasing Scott, tweaking Allison’s hair.

And god, he’s even really glad Derek’s alive. Underneath the angry eyebrows, and the gruff exterior, he’s actually kind of nice. That seriously wasn’t a sentence he believed he’d utter when Derek was stomping around school and telling Scott off for wanting to date Allison all the time. But, they’re past that. Sometimes, Derek sits and has dinner with Scott and his mom; sometimes he even plays video games with him and Isaac. Stiles came flying into the room unannounced, and then backed right out when he saw them all, declaring he was having a stroke. Scott’s not a hundred per cent, but he’s pretty sure he saw Derek’s mouth twitch like he was trying not to smile.

Which, is his fear now.

Because, Derek keeps smiling when Stiles is around.

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Riakle Fanfiction
  • This is my first ever Fanfiction. Please give me feedback I would love to know what everyone thinks! The next chapter is going through the last round of editing now and should be up soon.
  • Girl Meets Fate
  • Prologue
  • Word Count: 1,277
  • It was seven o'clock in the morning on New Year's Day and the five exhausted teens hadn't been to sleep yet. After the fireworks went off over the ski lodge Riley, Maya, Farkle, Lucas, and Zay stayed in the lounge and talked all night. They didn't notice when the snow started falling across the already white-topped mountain. They didn't notice when the sun peeked through the trees and slowly but surely creeped up the walls of the cabin. They didn't notice when Cory and Topanga came down the stairs with little Auggie and started making breakfast. They didn't notice anything outside of their own little world and that's exactly how they'd always liked it.
  • Riley was sitting on the cushion farthest to the right on the couch while both Maya and Farkle used her as a personal pillow. Maya was laid across the couch with her feet in Riley's lap and Farkle was sitting on the floor with his head leaning against her knees. Lucas and Zay were each leaning against the wall on either side of the fireplace. They had originally each been sitting on a pillow they stole from underneath Maya when she had started to doze but Lucas had given his to Zay when he complained that one pillow wasn't enough and it still hurt to sit. They had switched places a few times in the beginning but ultimately decided on this arrangement and had stayed this way for more than four hours by this point. They had never been so comfortable in their lives and they couldn't tell if it was the place or the company but they were each silently wishing that this trip would never end.
  • "This place is magic," Riley stated, somewhat abruptly cutting off a story Zay had started telling over twenty minutes ago.
  • Farkle laughed before turning around slightly to face her, "There's no such thing as magic. That stuff is all just illusion."
  • Riley just rolled her eyes, "I'm not talking about that kind of magic, Farkle. I'm not talking about the magic that you see, I'm talking about the magic that you feel." The room was quiet for a moment and then Riley spoke up again, "Come on! You can't tell me that there isn't something special about this place!"
  • "No. I- I feel it too," Lucas said as he sat up a little straighter. "I feel closer to you guys up here."
  • "Of course you do, Huckleberry," Maya started as she slid her feet off of Riley's lap and onto the floor and slowly sat up. "All the open spaces and creepy critters, this must feel just like home."
  • "Do you even remember Texas?" Lucas asked and then immediately regretted it.
  • The two shared a short yet meaningful glance and then Maya looked away with just a hint of a blush. Of course she remembered Texas, but she would never say that. Not here. But Riley was her best friend and Maya didn't have to say anything for her to notice the look exchanged between the two.
  • "I'm feeling some tension," Zay said as he looked at the pair momentarily, "and a tingling feeling in my butt. I think it's going numb."
  • Farkle gave him a squinted, sideways look and then turned his attention back to Riley, "I don't know if I would call it magic but I think we can all agree that this place is special."
  • "Exactly!" Riley exclaimed. "I was hoping you would all feel that way."
  • Maya hesitated, "Uh oh."
  • "I think we should come back here. I think we should come back here after we graduate and say goodbye to each other before we go to college. I don't want us to drift apart because we've forgotten this feeling."
  • "Riles, we would never drift apart. I'm your safe place, remember?" Maya said as she scooted closer to Riley and wrapped her arm around her.
  • "And I'm yours. But no matter what, I think this would be good for us. To have this one last big thing before we have to take on the world. What do you think, Peaches?" Riley said and looked at her friend.
  • Maya smiled at her, "I go where you go."
  • Riley smiled back at her and then looked at Farkle.
  • "You know I'll be there. I'd follow you ladies to the end of the earth even though there is no end because the earth is -"
  • "Okay we get it," Maya cut him off, "You'll be there. What about you Ranger Rick?"
  • Lucas rolled his eyes, "I'll throw my hat in the ring."
  • Maya's face showed her anger as once again she was unable to get to him.
  • "I guess that only leaves one," Riley said and they all turned their attention toward Zay.
  • Zay looked around at each of them, squinted his eyes up a little bit, then said, "If you people expect me to come back out here you're going to have to find me a better place to sit cause I don't think I can handle this again."
  • "Deal!" Riley said happily.
  • A few months after the trip the group dynamics quickly went downhill. The love triangle between Lucas, Riley, and Maya was resolved when Lucas formally asked Maya out on their first real date. Their relationship was a passionate one, on one extreme or the other, which they both really enjoyed but when Maya realized the toll their relationship was taking on her friendship with Riley she ended it without telling anyone why. She thought this would save their friendship, but she was wrong. When school let out for the summer they drifted farther and farther apart until eventually they weren't even talking to one another. By the time school started again in the fall you wouldn't have been able to tell they were ever friends at all.
  • Five best friends turned into strangers but strangers with a promise to never forget the feeling of staying up all night in a magical cabin on top of a hill just so they could look at each other's faces a little longer. A promise that was soon all but forgotten.
  • That is, until Farkle reminded Riley that since they had recently graduated there was a ski lodge a day's drive away that was calling their names. When she tried to protest he told her that his dad had already rented the cabin. The same cabin from three years ago. She caved. She always caved when it came to Farkle. He knew where her buttons were and he wasn't afraid to push them when he really wanted her to do something.
  • She supposed that's how she got here. Sitting in her closet staring at the pictures from the first ski lodge trip and pretending she was packing her bag. She hadn't seen these pictures in years and she wasn't prepared for the emotions that swept over her. She cried when she looked at the three friends she had lost after this trip but mostly she cried when she looked at that beautiful blonde haired girl she used to call her best friend. This trip wouldn't be easy on her - going back to that place without their old friends and knowing that they should be there - but she made a promise to Farkle and she wasn't willing to break it. She wiped the tears, put the pictures back in their rightful box, and grabbed the sweater she had gone into her closet looking for in the first place before stumbling out and finishing her packing. She closed her suitcase, took a deep breath, and then climbed into bed. She had a long week ahead of her.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Spiderman has a tear in his suit (by his bubble butt) and Wade can't stop looking.

I snorted very loudly when I read this. Thanks for the prompt!


[Mayday! Mayday!]

Deadpool was in the middle of slicing some freaky alien thingy when the yellow box interrupted him. Usually Deadpool didn’t get involved in this kind of “end of the world” nonsense. He was more of a solo mission guy, but when aliens start attacking in your backyard, it’s difficult to just keep on watching some sweet Golden Girls reruns. 

“What is it now?” Wade hissed to himself, taking out his gun and shooting a few of the little fuckers in their faces. 

[Spider-man is down!] 

(oh no! And we never got to smooch his cute ass!)

[What are our feelings on necrophilia?]

Wade knelt down beside Spider-man’s fallen form. One of the aliens had cut his webbing and sent Spidey crashing into a brick building. Wade was going to kill every last one of those E.T. knockoffs as soon as he got done playing nursemaid to his baby-boy. 

“Whatever they are, they’ll have to wait because he’s not dead,” Wade informed the boxes, his fingers pressed against Spidey’s pulse point. His suit was pretty tore to shit and his mask was riding up to his nose. Wade carefully placed the mask back down to cover him because a bro didn’t out another bro’s secret identity. 

[Uh, is that what I think it is?]

Wade looked down to expect the rest of the damage and noticed a fortuitous tear in Spidey’s outfit - right around the bum region. 

Spider groaned and seemed to come to. “What happened?”

“You got your ass whooped by Alf,” Deadpool informed him, helping Spidey to his feet.

“By what?” 

“You uncultured swine,” Deadpool mocked him, shaking his head in disgust. “How are you feeling, web-head?”

“Like there’s a lot of breeze down under,” Spider-man answered, reaching a hand back behind himself and the eyes on his suit widened in shock. “Oh fuck me.” 

“I don’t know if this is really the time, baby-boy,” Wade said with a smirk. “However that tear in your suit would make the process a lot easier. I’ve had that fantasy before, you know. You, me, suits on, rock and roll.” 

“Wade, focus,” Spidey said, interrupting his flow. “Alien invasion, remember?” 

“Ugh, this is so 2012,” Deadpool responded, rolling his eyes. 

[Maybe we should give Spidey something to cover his ass.]

(Are you crazy?) 

[Yes. What’s your point?]

(We have been given the opportunity to ogle that Spider-ass and you want to cover it up?)

[Ooh, good point.]

Spider-man aimed his web shooter and went back into the fray, not seeming to care that part of his ass was on display. Deadpool took out his guns and started mowing down the alien scum. He would have gotten a lot more if he hadn’t been distracted every time Spidey swung by, giving him a look at the goods. 

When the battle was done and SHIELD was making their way to do clean up, Spidey swung over and landed next to Deadpool. “Hey man, uh, any chance you can help me get home?” 

“Of course, Spidey,” Wade said, pressing in close to Spider-man. “I’ll keep your honor intact.” 

Spider-man laughed. “Thanks Wade, knew I could count on you.” 

[Did you hear that?!]

(He counts on us! Even though we’re us!)

“Hold on tight,” Spidey said and Wade wrapped his arms and legs around Spider-man, his larger body doing a decent job of covering up the smaller hero. Spidey shot out a web and a moment later they were swinging through the air. 

[Damn, we are crushing it today. So many things off the bucket list!]

They land eventually on a rooftop and Deadpool detached himself from Spider-man. “Best way to travel, hands down,” Wade said, grinning through his mask at the web-head.

Spider-man laughed. “Hey Wade, thanks for having my back today.” 

“I’d have any part of you,” Wade responded without thinking. “Back, front, side, left elbow.”

Spidey snorted. “I appreciate it. I’m new to the Avengers, you know and that could have been really embarrassing. Hopefully no one but you saw that rip in my suit. I think everyone else was pretty busy to notice.”

“And I got quite the eyeful of it,” Wade teased, poking Spidey in the side. “You should change your suit for some ass-less chaps. It’d be a good look on you.” 

“Might leave me a bit vulnerable when fighting baddies though,” Spidey said in amusement. 

“Still, something to think about,” Wade said, bouncing on the balls of his feet restlessly. “You’re welcome, by the way. Any time you need me, I’m your guy. I’m there. Just call my name and I’ll be there.” 

Spider-man walked forward and placed his hands on Wade’s shoulders. “Sometimes you can be surprisingly not awful.” 

“One of my many talents,” Wade quipped, a bit thrown by Spidey touching him. 

Spider-man surged up onto his tiptoes and pressed the lips of his mask to Wade’s. The feel of spandex on spandex left a little to be desired but still - Spider-man was kissing him! 


(We are so in!) 

[Tell him to turn around. We’ll stick it right in.]

(Fuck that! You gotta treat that ass right!)

Spider-man pulled back and gave Wade an awkward pat on the shoulder. “Thanks again.” 

“Any time, Baby-boy.”

“If I walk away, are you going to stare at my ass?” 

“Abso-tively poso-lutely!” 

Spidey sighed and shook his head. “Well, enjoy the show then,” he said, turning around and walking towards the fire escape. 

Wade let out a wolf whistle that made Spidey laugh. The arachnid hero spun around and blew Wade a kiss. “See you around, Wade.”

“Remember, ass-less chaps!” Wade called out after him. “They’re worth investing in! Bet they even have red and blue ones!” 

“Never going to happen!” Spidey shouted back. “But dream on!” 

anonymous asked:

I would love to see Mr Gold explaining to Belle why he has a dog without letting her know that Bae saw the dog collar

A/N: Follow up to this (also, it was the leash ;] ) Rating is… Mature, I guess. Gold’s thoughts are never pure and G-rated. 

Bae was right about one thing: A dog forced him out of the house and onto the streets. It was stunning how many people saw his new pet as a carte blanche for striking up a conversation, invited or not. And the dog, this traitor, was the worst blabber imaginable, greeting every new pedestrian with so much enthusiasm that it was embarrassing. No sign of a well-adjusted temperament.

Although he never wanted a pet to attract other singles, like Bae suggested, he wasn’t totally in opposition when his dog attracted one particular person.

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Dean is never going to forgive Sam for this. He is never, ever going to move past this. He will be angry and bitter and begrudging about it for the rest of their damn lives.

He’s never going to forgive Sam.

He’s never going to forgive himself, either, for agreeing to this bullshit. Yeah, yeah, he said all that crap about wanting to get his weight down and wanting to get in shape but that was a fucking lie. He’d rather just live with his gut and his shortness of breath and Sammy’s not-so-subtle hints that Dean’s “let himself go” than try fucking yoga.

And not just any yoga, but this hot yoga bullshit. Bikram something or other? Whatever. All Dean knows is that it fucking sucks.

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I can't breathe without you

I’m an emotional mess. I don’t know what’s going to happen next week at all. I did this on my phone at one in the morning.

That’s all you need to know.


Kirsten can’t breathe.

Her heart is racing to a destination that her mind doesn’t know and all of her thoughts are a jumbled mess, and the only coherent one out of the chaos is that she has to save him.

She just needs him to open his eyes and call her a stupid nickname, to smile that goofy grin at her that makes her laugh, to look at her with those big eyes that make her believe she’s seeing into his soul.

She needs him to be okay.

Emotion is clogging up her throat and she’s not used to it. Tears are falling from her eyes in a way that has never happened before, that she can remember. Her hands are shaking. Her chest is heaving as she tries to get enough oxygen in her body.

(Part of her thinks, in the back of her mind, that she doesn’t even want to breathe if he isn’t, if that stupidly sensitive, beautiful heart isn’t pumping.)

She hears his name being cried out in a broken voice, and she realizes that it’s her, screaming over him as he continues to lie motionless. Her hand brushes against his cheek, his cold skin a shock to her nerves. She thinks back to him holding her in a tight embrace, like he thought he would never see her again.

(He’s an idiot but she’d never say it to him if he’d just open his eyes.)

“No,” she sniffles, her body slowly becoming numb, returning to something she is familiar with.

(No, no, no, no, no.)

It had to work.

(It had to. It had to.)

It’s settling into her thoughts, him being gone, and she wishes for once that it wouldn’t. This is a pain that demands to be felt.

Except she knows she won’t. She can already feel it becoming familiar. Her feet take a step back and she stares at him as people continue to bustle about him, trying to save him.

She feels nothing. It’s gone, even though there’s this nagging feeling at her heart that won’t go away. Her eyes flit to the clock, and she watches seconds tick by.

Fifty-two of them pass.

His eyes open. He gasps. He sits up.

Everything rushes back in a whoosh so quick that it nearly knocks her off her feet.

She can feel the relief, the elation, the happiness. He glances at her, smiles that smile.

“Didn’t think you were getting rid of me that easy, did ya Stretch?”

And she can breathe again.


My throat still feels the hands tightened around them, squeezing every last breath from my system. The brace around my neck keeps my chin tilted upwards, forcing my posture to straighten almost painfully. A million thoughts fill my mind, each one as disorientating as the last. However, only one thought stands out against the rest. One thing that makes everything else seem unimportant. I don’t care about what’s happened; I don’t care what he thinks about me; I don’t care about how I’m supposedly mentally unstable. I need to pursue it. I need to get up and go.

I need to find him.

I rip the catheter out of my arm, my legs slipping over the edge of the bed. The life support machine drops from constantly bleeping to complete silence. I don’t worry that this may alert others that I have got up. My mind is still consumed by that only thought. Find him. Find him. Find him. I have to see him. Properly. I didn’t get a chance earlier before his hands grabbed my throat, his face contorted in an unbelievably fierce rage. I can’t get the image out of his mind.

My hatred for Snow bubbles on the surface like water waiting to boil over the pot. He knew what he was doing all along. He knew how the sight of me would affect him, how the reaction it coaxed from him would be violent and merciless. That was why he let Gale and the others go so easily. This knowledge makes me feel weak at the knees as I move to the door of my hospital room and peer out. The coast is clear. Just like a few weeks ago when I found Finnick tying knots, hooked up to the same amount of machines as me. President Coin is holding an assembly, mandatory attendance, which explains why the area is so deserted.

I don’t know where he is. When I get to the room in which he strangled me, he is not there. The room has been cleaned, any sign of struggle erased from existence. The efficiency of 13 is a blessing and a curse. I should be relieved that I should no longer acknowledge that there ever was a struggle but I’m not. All I can think about is what Snow has done to him. What he has done to them all. Johanna. Annie. But most importantly him.

A door at the end of the hospital ward calls to me like a siren. My feet take me towards it, my muscles crying in protest and pain with every step. My throat still hurts. Every breath feels like a raw scrape and my saliva feels like knives every time it slides down my oesophagus. My hand trembles as it turns the door handle and I step inside. The room is deserted.

It is also empty. I hold my breath, my throat tightening in the process, as my eyes take in the extent of the room’s desolation. There is nothing but a huge window in the wall directly opposite from me. Beyond that is complete whiteness. It is so bright that my eyes squint to blot some of it out. An uneasy sensation seizes out of me and I release my breath again before I suffocate. The soles of my feet press against the old steel floor, the standard white leggings rubbing my claves and thighs in an uncomfortable manner.

What’s beyond the window, I know is not good. My throat aches the closer I get. My heart pounds in my chest like a bass drum. My stomach churns and I think I am about to be sick as my nerves threaten to take control of my body. I don’t even know what is behind the window. I don’t know what I’m going to find but whatever is beyond it can’t be good. The silence is almost deafening. All I can hear is my blood pounding in my ears.

I’m a metre away from the window when my eyes take in what is beyond the silence.

My world slows down.

“Hijacking is a type of memory alteration and fear conditioning method developed by the Capitol for torture. Tracker jacker venom is used to associate fear with certain memories, and to alter those memories with hallucinations.”

The window is soundproof but it is clear that he is screaming. There is nothing but a bed. A bed and four restraints. They are not sturdy as 13 has never dealt with a situation like this one before, however they do the job needed. His limbs can lift only a certain distance before the cloth tightens and stops it. He thrashes on the bed wildly, struggling so hard I worry that he’s going to hurt himself.

I want to look away but I am paralyzed. The pain in my throat is forgotten. My painful muscles and cold feet are lost as I stare at his face, convulsed in anger and rage. The bright white walls and standard 13 hospital clothes cause every bruise and cut on his skin to stand out like a beacon calling to be noticed. I imagine how hard it must have been to get him into the hospital outfit that now mimics my own as ever since he has gained consciousness, I know that this is how he has been. Gone is the boy I used to know. The one who loved me; who held me in his arms and fought to keep me safe no matter what it took. He is completely consumed in his terror, his mind overtaken by the venom in his system.

I do not only see fury. There is something else.




Every instinct in my body wants to rush into the room, to stand by his side like he always had for me. To hold him and keep him safe through the agony. I want to help him, shield him, and protect him from Snow and whatever fear he has made him feel. But that’s the thing. It’s me that he’s afraid of. Snow has made me his greatest enemy. I do not go to him for I am a coward. Instead I stay rooted to the spot, consumed completely by my horror and my resentment for the Capitol and all the damage they have caused.

He slackens against the bed a little, the helplessness washing over him like a wave. He leans over a little, his lips parting in what I can only discern as a cry. The vulnerability pains me to watch and I close my eyes briefly. This is not fair. This is not fair. None of it is fair.

Snow has taken him away from me.

And I don’t know if I’ll be able to get him back.

submissive full smut {calum}



it was no secret whatsoever that you and calum were physical. the two of you were always getting jabs from your friends about you’re over the top PDA. it was also no secret that he was definitely the more dominant one in your relationship; always giving you those punishing looks and mouthing what he would do if you misbehaved right in front of your friends, who of course knew almost all the kinky details of your sex life anyway.


currently though, he was -to be frank- pissing you off. all day he had been talking about a threesome with your best friend who was undeniably hotter than you by your standards. there wasn’t a lot you wouldn’t do sexually, but sharing calum was out of the question. after you shot down his requests and offers, he continued to talk about how hot she was, which sent you over the edge. at this point you’re almost fuming.


‘calum,’ you speak with gritted teeth, 'bedroom. now’


if he couldn’t take no for an answer he was going to have to be convinced he didn’t even want it anymore. of course, being calum, he hops up from the couch, adding some playful comments about you being a good girl before heading off down the hall, obviously thinking he was going to be in charge tonight. oh how wrong he was.


five minutes later you’re walking into the bedroom with a purpose, opening your dresser as he lays on the bed watching you carefully. you dig around for a piece of lingerie he had yet to see since you bought it. calum liked to see you innocent, which meant lots of simple bra and underwear sets in white lace and pastels, with an occasional thong, but months ago you had bought a black and red lace corset with matching underwear, suspenders and stockings included on a whim, convinced you would never get the chance to wear them.


'baby, what’s that' 


you can hear the bed creak as he kneels up to see what you’re holding. you ignore his comments and slip into the bathroom, locking the door. just as you predicted, minutes later he’s attempting to get in.


'c'mon babe, what are you doing’


you pout in the mirror, clipping your last suspender onto your stockings and running your fingers through your hair, trying to get it as tousled as possible.


'calum’ you whine. 'go get a chair from the dining room and bring it in here’


'sounds kinky’ he retorts, but you can hear his footsteps leaving the premises, returning only moments after.


'i got it babe’


you smirk to yourself, finally unlocking the door and turning the handle. the second calum looked at you his pupils dilate before becoming blown with both lust and surprise.


'when did you get that?’


'a while ago’


you shake it off, focused on one goal.


'sit down,’ you command sternly and although calum is one to joke around and be stubborn, he must hear the tone in your voice because he quickly sits down in the chair, gulping.


'what’s this ab-’


'shut up’


you attempt to keep a straight face at his confusion and possibly fear, but can’t help the hint of the smirk that surfaces. turning around, you slowly step to calum’s dresser, digging around until you find an old silky gray tie that he has maybe worn once. many questions are leaving calums mouth, although each one is ignored as you pull his shirt over his head and his maroon beanie over his eyes. immediately, his hands move to the edge to lift it back up but you’re quicker, grabbing his wrists and straddling him, pushing them behind the chair as you occupy him with a kiss and attempt to tie them as strong as possible with the silver garment.


'did, uh, did you just tie my hands?’


at this point, he’s beginning to sound nervous, the devious look on your face growing with every hesitation he makes. 


'you made me very mad today calum’


he starts to groan, but you cut him off, squishing his cheeks.


'no talking. it’s my turn.’


he nods blindly, and you continue to give the low down, explaining that the reason you’re upset is because he wouldn’t shut up about your best friend.


'i don’t like that calum. you’re mine and mine only. did you hear me? what did i say?’


he swallows, his breaths getting shallow.


'I’m yours and yours only baby girl.’


the name makes your stomach churn.


'i’m making sure you know your mine tonight, okay?’




you kneel in front of him, unbuttoning his jeans.




immediately his hips are up, allowing you to slide both his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, leaving him completely naked. he’s already completely hard, making you giggle as you run your nails up and down his bare thighs. he squirms, his feet sliding around on the hardwood.


'feet flat on the ground,’ you growl, and he is stiff again.


the sound of your fingertips going over his skin is deafening in the completely silent room. that is, until you begin to hear whimpers fall from calum’s lips. each sound hits you to the core.


'please’ he strains, his head tilting back and lips quivering.


if you were being honest, you’re enjoying this way more than you thought you would.


'please what?’


you cock an eyebrow as he closes his mouth and clenches his jaw.


'touch me’


'where? where do you want to be touched?’


'my cock baby, please’


'there?’ you question as you wrap your hand around him and he presses his hips upward.




calum’s a pile of wax in your hands right now, whimpering and begging you to continue, which you accommodate to.


'your mouth,’ he gasps, 'need to feel your mouth around me’


soon enough your lips are coming in contact with the head, your tongue pressing flatly against the bottom before swirling around the the top. a couple profanities are breathed out, barely audible.


'please baby, you gotta let me see-’


he’s cut off, taking a sharp breath as you allow more of him down your throat.


'see you’


you release him at once. 


'ah ah ah, not yet.’


you continue to give him head, until by the tension in his thighs and the sloppiness of his moans you can tell he is close. you stand and he tugs at his restraints.


'no, no baby don’t do that to me’


you can’t help but let out a small giggle, and you can tell he’s getting desperate.


'please, i’ll-’ he pauses, thinking.


'i promise i’ll be good baby girl, just please finish me off. i’ll never talk of threesomes again and i’ll make you feel so fucking good afterwards, please’


the thought of him touching you makes you ache, almost enough to release him from everything and allow /him/ to fuck /you/. almost. you unclip your stockings, ignoring him as he continues to plead and pull down your underwear, calmly stepping back over to him and finally folding the beanie back up and freeing his eyes. immediately he takes note of your lack of bottoms, licking his lips with furrowed eyebrows.


'are you still close?’ you inquire to which he nods.


you pout at him.


'so that means you won’t be able to last long enough to fuck me’


he blows air from his cheeks, the thought obviously troubling him.


'i don’t think so, no’


you turn around, crouching to get your discarded apparel.


'wait, baby what are you doing.’


'if you can’t last what’s the point?’


you can tell he’s getting antsy. you start to step into the red lace when he speaks again.


'i’ll hold it in, i promise’


you stop, letting them fall to the floor, before straddling his thighs.


'if you come before i do, i’m not untying you. do i make myself clear?' 


your teeth are grit and directly next to his ear, to which he releases a shaky breath.




your arms find there way to his shoulders as support, lowering yourself onto him and suppressing a moan. calum does not suppress his. he lifts his hips to meet you halfway, causing you to glare at him.


'hips down.’


he groans in protest, but obliges, throwing his head back as you slide the whole way down, wincing at the feeling you’ll never quite get used to. you take advantage of his bare neck, attaching your lips to the skin there as you roll your hips around. 


'please don’t. you’re making it.. you’re making it too hard.’


'too bad’


you kiss up his jaw as you begin to ride him fully.


'fuck, babygirl.’


he’s speaking through his teeth as he pulls harder on the tie around his wrists.


'i wanna touch you so bad. you gotta let me touch you.’


he’s never known the affect his words have on you, and just that simple line notches you closer to your orgasm. you have to hand it to calum, he’s really holding in there, although from the groans and almost pained breaths you can tell it’s really /really/ hard for him. you can’t see his hands right now, but your sure he’s white knuckling it as he screws his eyes shut. his chest is moving at an unbelievable pace while you bounce up and down on him and he’s moaning a bunch of different phrases from 'oh god’ to 'please’ to your name.


eventually, you can’t take it anymore, digging your teeth into the skin on his shoulder you had previously been kissing as you reach your peak, shaking almost violently. not even seconds after he realizes that you’ve came, calum does and he honest to god literally, lets out a quick scream and then he’s almost collapsed into as much of a slump as you can being on a chair with a girl on top of you, sputtering curse words and other inaudible things. he bites down on his lower lip, shaking his head at you.


'was that better than you could get from any other girl?’


he nods, defeated.


'who’s are you again?’


'yours, all yours.’


you let out a 'hmmph’ of satisfaction before standing up and stepping to the back  of the chair with wobbling legs, difficultly untying the silk thats holding calum back. he pulls his arms in front of him, stretching out, before crawling completely naked straight onto the bed face down. he turns his head as you unclasp the front of the corset and roll next to him, staring into his eyes.


'that was, quite possibly the best sex we’ve ever had. i like you when you’re angry. but frankly, you’ve really got it coming tomorrow. just watch.’




anonymous asked:

Can you write a quick one-shot of Joshifer before their ET interview in his/her hotel room where she can't keep her hands off of him and he keeps telling her that he'll be wearing a nice shirt that day? :)

Here you go. It’s my spin on your request. I hope you enjoy!

“Where I Belong”

The steamy tendrils swirl around my form as I hastily pull the door to the bathroom open, “Jen! My shirts not in here; have you seen─”

“You mean this one?”

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anonymous asked:

Would you be able to write number 9 and 18 for the everlark prompt, 'You can't make me' and 'BFF' - thank you:)

Stories We Tell Ourselves

In which Everlark is really good at forcing each other out of their comfort zones.Thanks for the prompt, anon, and as always, my apologies for this taking me awhile and also because it got way out of hand. Long post.

WARNINGS: RATED T and up, depictions of bullying, foul language.

Katniss unfolds her book and sets it on her desk so no one can see her cry. The teacher’s words drone on as she holds back all her fears and tears. He left them. She doesn’t understand why he just left them. He always said he loved them more than anything. And he just left. At eleven years old, she might not know much about the world or love, but she does know deep in her bones that if you love someone, you never leave them behind.

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He makes you feel insecure/makes fun of you when he thinks you can't hear PART TWO

Niall: After crying for a good thirty minutes, I drifted off to sleep, only to be awoken by laughter carrying upstairs. I sat up, wiped my eyes, and made my way to the adjoining bathroom. Niall was no doubt the love of my life, and I would do anything to make him happy, so I made it my goal to slim down for him. I washed my face, changed into some baggier clothes, and put a small amount of makeup on. I can’t afford to lose some one else because I’m fat, I thought.

I walked downstairs to everyone having a really good time, which made me smile. I couldn’t let Niall know I was listening in on his conversation, so I had to keep my cool. 

“Y/N! You’re awake!” I was bombarded with hugs from the girls and casual waves from the boys in the back yard. I kissed Niall on the cheek, but when he went to snake his arm around my waist, I couldn’t stop myself from shying away from his touch. He looked at me, his eyebrows scrunched up, but shook any doubting thoughts away with the smile I shot him. 

“We already ate, Y/N, because we didn’t know when you were going to wake up, but I saved you some chicken in the microwave. I’ll go get it for yo-”

“No!” I quickly cut Niall off. “I’m actually not too hungry right now, my stomach isn’t feeling too well." 

"But you haven’t eaten since you got home…”

“I know, I’m just not hungry.” I gave Niall a leave-me-alone-about-it look, and he dropped it. We had a wonderful evening with friends and I just wanted to go to the gym.

-three days later-

I came into the kitchen with my water bottle to fill it up before the gym when Niall came in right behind me. 

“Hey babe, I’m just about to head out to the gym.”

“That’s just the thing I wanted to talk to you about. I just…have you even eaten anything today?”

“Umm, a piece of toast, I think.” I replied without looking at him.

“Y/N, I used the last piece of bread last night in a sandwich. Why are you lying to me? Why aren’t you eating? And I know you hate the gym, so I don’t understand why you’ve been so obsessed with going here lately. Are you worried about your weight? You don’t need to be…”

“Well, aren't you the one who said I was just ‘so curvy’ and that I had 'let myself go’ while you were on tour? I’m sorry I don’t wear the right clothes!” I said, my voice raising more than I had anticipated as I kept my back turned on him. 

“What are you even talking about? Y/N, look at me!” He pulled by elbow gently until I was facing him.

Keeping my eyes on my feet, I crossed my arms. “I heard you talking on the phone to Liam the other day and I agree with you. I just want to make you happy.”

“Y/N, did you not hear the whole conversation? I was telling Liam what some of the hate on twitter was saying. I would never tell anyone that you were too curvy because guess what? That would be lying. I love you so much, and I didn’t want you to be on twitter while we were away on tour reading all of this hate that isn’t true!”

I looked up at him quickly, only to look back down at my feet, ashamed. “Oh.”

“Babe, look at me,” Niall said as he put a finger under my chin. “I love you so much, and I would be happy if your wore a potato sack every day. I like that you have a little more curves. And, can I just say I think your ass is by far better than any Kardashian there is.” He locked his fingers at the small of my back, and I couldn’t help but smile and put my arms around his neck.

“I’m so sorry, Niall. I had no idea. I feel like such an idiot. I just love you so much, and I would do anything to make you happy. Except ever going to the gym again.”

“Deal,” he grinned. 

The rest of the afternoon was spent eating and being with each other, and I couldn’t help but think how perfect this boy was, and how much I loved him. 


I’m going to upload one boy at a time just so y'all have something to read! 

ps…Niall is my favorite at the moment.

Ally xx

Christmas Magic

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Word count: 4595

Request: Once again, surprise me! First kiss with Jungkook in the Christmas day? *—-* // by @yoon-gurt


I have to say a week ago I felt unconfortable about writing or reading Jungkook smut and here I am now, doing this omg! Also, this is a little present for our birthday girl @waejimin. Love you! Enjoy!

PS: The first time I wrote with first person and present tense. Ahh, so nervous


Originally posted by pepperjimint

The orange flames are mirroring so well on his sharp features, his eyes are looking in void, thinking of something only he knows. I am staring and I fell I am a bit too obvious. He suddenly looks at me and I blush, I feel my face turning redder and redder as he deepens the look, not moving his eyes, staring, the same way I did a couple of seconds ago.

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