*falls on face and crawls away*

Tease || Tom Holland

Relationship: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: When you tease Tom all day, he decides to give you a taste of your own medicine.

Warnings: S M U T (18+)

Word Count: 1631 words

A/N: another tom smut was highly requested so here ya go bust a nut !!!


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Sweater Weather

Jughead x Reader

Wordcount: 2.2k

Request: Can you do an imagine where Jughead breaks up with the reader and she doesn’t go  to school for a couple of days and when she returns she’s a mess wearing joggers and something of Jugheads.

Warnings: none/fluff/possible swearing

Summary: Based on the Neighbourhood Sweater Weather, Jughead breaks the readers heart, she’s a mess and when he sees what he’s done he realises it was a mistake.

Originally posted by juptern

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Tentacle Boyfriend

I got a lot of requests for a tentacle story, which is one I’ve be wanting to do! Thank you anons! Keep requesting!

   Your cousin came for a visit and gave you a strange potted plant as a gift. She claimed it was a small succulent but you had never seen anything like it before. It came out like thick leaves that formed tightly together into a long cone, going from green to a soft pink color. Your cousin simply told you to keep it watered and sometimes give it sugar water.

   You did so, watering it when the soil got dry and once a week you would use the sugar water on it. You weren’t sure how well you could keep it alive, you had never been a plant person. You had tried keeping herbs gardens and even house plants, but that always ended in tragedy. You had even tried planting wildflower seeds and as it did was result in a bald patch in your yard.

   You were intent on keeping this little plant alive. You did everything the old ladies at the garden shop told you to do, you even talked and sang to the little plant. You kept it on a clear spot on your windowsill and even switched out the pot for it when you were worried it was getting too small.

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Sleepless

Summary: You and Sam both have insomnia, so you find a way to entertain yourselves.

Warning: smut

Word Count: 1550

A/N: It’s been a while since I wrote Sam x reader. Hope you enjoy! XOXO


12:36 AM

Insomnia does weird things to a person.

Under no other circumstances would you be sitting in the library of the bunker, reading about the weaponry forged in fourteenth century Japan to combat a monster that was essentially an ocean-dwelling werewolf.

Yeah. Can’t make this shit up.

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Too Much

MASTERLIST

Requested: no A/N: I’m in Norway so this is a planned post. p>

Word count: 2,239

My back was resting against the soft, white pillow. I pulled the covers higher, covering my entire body. I felt cold, but it had nothing to do with the temperature in the bedroom, it was all about the enormous fight Shawn and I had earlier. Fighting with him always made me feel so cold, so tired and completely drained from any sort of energy. I was reading a book or at least trying to, but I hardly managed to read a single page.

Honestly, I just needed something to distract me from the fact that Shawn had left the apartment in anger and I hadn’t heard from him since.

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anonymous asked:

get I can Zen, Yoosung, Jumin and Saeran hc on how they would be when they're in a romantic mood? like you guys are watching a movie or something and they get cuddly and kissy? sorryyyyyyyyyyy thanks. you can add vanderwood if you have room? you dont have to

No need to apologize! Haha…we’re happy to. :) we noticed Seven was the only male from the RFA not included, so we threw him in here as well. Hope you like it!


Zen:

  • You’re reading a magazine on the couch
  • He curls up against you on the couch
  • When you still don’t pay him mind, he’ll pop his head up between the book and you
  • You smile, but still try to annoy him
  • He starts pecking your cheek repeatedly
  • When you finally put your book down, hon-hon-hon
  • He teases you a bit
  • He’ll kiss you all over your face and around your mouth
  • But not on your lips
  • You get annoyed so you grab the book and put it on top of his head
  • Then finally, he laughs and kisses you

Yoosung:

  • You’re baking alone in the kitchen
  • He’s calling for you to come watch something with him on the couch
  • But you tell him to wait because you’re in the middle of things
  • He gets a bit huffy but joins you soon
  • He wraps his arms around you from behind
  • He nuzzles his face in your neck
  • It’s rather comfy until he starts talking
  • His breath tickles your neck and you squirm away
  • He gets playful, blowing raspberries
  • He places quick kisses up your neck to your cheek, tickling you more
  • Finally, you turn around to face him
  • He notices you have a little smudge of chocolate on the edge of your mouth
  • Instead of wiping it off, he goes in for a kiss
  • Only…it’s a lot longer than you realize
  • With his lips moving against yours, you forget about the cookies in the oven
  • Let’s just say they’re a little more than burned

Jumin:

  • He comes home from work after a really long day
  • You give him a quick greeting as he puts away his coat and blazer
  • He sits on the couch beside you
  • You lean into him, but nothing more
  • He notices you’re on the chatroom, so he pulls out his own phone
  • He puts a quick message: MC will be busy for the next few hours. Excuse us.
  • You barely read it already feeling Zen’s upcoming rage before Jumin slips his arms around your waist
  • You put your phone to the side
  • You can feel the warmth coming off of him, so you knew he was pretty tired
  • He starts snuggling up to you
  • You run your fingers through his hair as you two talk a little about your day
  • He’ll occasionally lean over to kiss you
  • They aren’t passionate kiss, just very soft and gentle and reassuring

Seven:

  • He drags you away from whatever you were doing, really abruptly
  • He pulls a coat on you and places a hat on your head
  • You keep asking questions, but he doesn’t answer them
  • He grabs a bunch of blankets and pillows and pulls you outside
  • You catch onto the idea when you see the hammock
  • He arranges everything really nicely before you two crawl in
  • Takes a few attempts because one of you keeps falling out
  • At first, you two are just talking softly and looking at the night sky
  • When you fall into a comfortable silence, you feel him kiss you softly on the cheek
  • You turn to face him and you two just kiss each other gently for a little while
  • He runs his fingers through your hair softly
  • After a while, you notice he stills and his breathing evens
  • You stay close while he sleeps, your limbs still tangled
  • You don’t dare to move until he wakes up or until it gets too cold

Saeran:

  • You pop on a movie and he comes in a few moments later
  • He claims he wants to watch it too, since he’s bored
  • But he has other motives
  • Gradually gets closer as the movie progresses
  • When your shoulders are touching, you can kind of tell he wants to cuddle
  • Not that he would ever initiate it
  • So, you melt into him, and he opens his arms for you to curl against him
  • He’ll just rest his lips on top of your head
  • If you look up at him, he’ll kiss you quickly on your forehead
  • When you shift to look him straight in the eye, he’ll lean in and kiss you on the lips
  • It starts out slow and sweet
  • But eventually, he’ll tilt your chin up and deepen the kiss
  • The movie is forgotten lolol 

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Stick With Me, Kid *Negan Series*

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Summary: Negan finds a little girl, no more than ten, amongst a car wreckage, after finding out she’s alone in the world. He takes her as his own, raising her through the apocalypse. If there’s one thing that his greatest pride but also his biggest weakness, it’s his daughter, Y/N!
Ratings/ warnings: Teen, mentions of blood and violence. I feel like, Negan as a dad is a warning.
Writers Notes: This doesn’t really have a set plot, it will follow alongside season 6 & 7, I’m unsure if I’ll make it so Carl and reader have a thing. But… I got big feels seeing Negan and Judith.

Notes: I had this idea last year, I wrote a few parts and then forgot about it. Now here I am, uploading it because I miss writing Negan! - Rosalee

Chapter Two


Chapter One: Everybody Dies {Reader 10yrs old}


You weren’t really sure what was happening. One moment you were in your home playing with your dolls, the next your mother is picking you up and buckling you in the car seat. This had happened before, her frantic behaviour, it scared you but you were used to how anxiousness she is now. She never let you outside anymore, even living in the new community of people, she never let you out of her sight.

You peeked out of the car window and caught glimpses of the people you knew running. You also saw people that you didn’t know, dirty and grimy, attacking your friends. You frowned and your curious young eyes trained on the events before you.

“Mum, what’s happening?” Your small voice calling out to the women who was speeding out of the gates, “mum? We have to go back and help!” You plead as she continues to ignore you.

You turn your head and look out of the back window, watching as the gates faded into the background and became no more as your turned a corner. Trees and forest edge being the only scenery.

“Mum what about dad?” You asked in a rush, “we can’t leave him? What about dad? Mum.”

Your eyes welling up as she turned her head looking at you, stone cold stare but fear in her blue eyes as she looked at you. “Y/N, be quiet okay? Dad… he… was bitten okay? You know I told you what happened to people who are bitten? Right?” She glanced back at the road before you as you nodded lightly. “We can’t go back! We’re never going back, it just you and-”

“-MUM!” You yelled and pointed to the road where a man staggered out of the forest edge.

You could only watch as your mum swerved the car to avoid hitting the man. The car skidding along the road and tipping over, barrel rolling and smacking into a tree, upside down. The impact caused you to hit your head and black out for a few minutes; unaware of the potential danger around you.

You blinked your eyes open, a light thumping happening in your head as your vision is blurry. The blood rushing to your head, fast, as you’re stuck upside down.

You hear a deep, gritted growling, sounding like a frustrated animal. You blink rapidly and see, what you assume, is the man from the road trying to crawl through the windshield. Up front he looked rotten, disgusting and a grey sort of colour. Bloodshot eyes, skin flaking from his hands that outstretched trying to grab you.

Your heart thumps in your chest, tears falling from your eyes and you begin to scream. Looking to the driver’s seat and your mum isn’t there, car door open but no sign of her; panic settles in as this… man gets closer.

Over your screams for your dad or mum, you don’t hear a van pull up or the steady feet of men get out. No, all you see is the crazy man get pulled away, black boots stand over him and one slams on his back. A single gunshot is fired making you flinch, whimpering into the silence as it goes straight through his head; stopping the man growls.

The same boots along with a few others walk around the car, you whimper as a pair stop beside your window. “Boss, I think there’s someone alive in the car?” A deep, gruff voice rings out.

“Well, pull them out and let me take a look at them! It’s not rocket-science, Simon.” A smooth, clear voice comes from behind the car.

You stare wide-eyed as a man’s face appears; black moustache and grey, wiry hair, deep confused brown eyes stare at you for a moment. He opens the door, the metal scraping against the floor and he leans in, you whimper and recoil away.

“I’m gonna undo the buckle, be ready for the drop,” he tells you before pressing the buckles button and that sends you falling to the roof.

It doesn’t hurt just a little sudden, you look finally able to see him the right way up and he just gestures for you to crawl out to him. With no other choice you shuffle out of the car, standing up and looking up at the tall man; he’s wearing a khaki coloured shirt, sleeves rolled up and some jeans. He places a hand on your shoulder, moving you around the car to the back where a handful of man are stood. Waiting.

“Just a little girl,” the man holding your shoulder calls out. “Look like whoever she was with is long gone.”

You nervously look at the men. All holding some type of weapon, looking mean and tough. You heard dad and mum talking about a group, mean, biker looking group that took from settlements like where you ran from.

“What’s your name little darlin’?” A voice called out, your (E/C) eyes drift nervously to the voice.

A man with slick, dark hair and a black, leather jacket called to you. He looks mean, in the sense he’s swinging a baseball bat that has barbed wire coiled around it. But he has a kind smile, encouraging almost.

“Go on, tell him your name,” the man holding your shoulder taps lightly and you look down at your feet. Scared and afraid, terrified would be accurate.

“She’s scared, give her a minute,” the same man with the bat calls back. “Skinny Joey, check the car over and Simon bring her over here.”

You feel the slight nudge to move forward, you look up as you walk towards the man, glancing at the few others who are looking over the car. You stop a little short of him, he hands his bat to Simon, you think that’s his name, and then kneel down in front of you. He smells of smoke, leather and a distinct dirt smell, it’s not bad but different.

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing I ever did see, I haven’t seen a child this cute since, shit, before this whole mess.” He’s grinning, “I apologise for my foul mouth, now sweetie what’s your name?”

You take a few seconds and he nods in encouragement, “My mum told me not to talk to strangers.”

He laughs loudly, “That’s a good rule, but your mum isn’t here.” You look down, “And I’m only trying to help, I’m Negan, these are my men. Now you know who we are,” he grins as you look at the others all watching.

“I’m… Y/N,” you say hesitantly.

“Wanna tell me what happened? Why you’re out here all alone?” He looks at the wreckage.

You follow his eyes before looking back at him. “My mum packed me into the car, where we lived was under… attack, I think. By those… things,” you nodded to the man who was trying to get through the windshield, “she was driving fast and swerved not to hit him,” he nods solemnly.

“And she left you?” He asked and you shrugged, “woke up from that tumble and she was gone?” It wasn’t a question but you nodded. He seemed to be in deep thought as you looked at him, he looks up at Simon who gives a small sigh, nodding in agreement to whatever silent conversation they were having. “So, you’ll be coming back with us, we’ve got a good set up someone will-”

You cut him off, “I should stay here, what if… my mum left to get help?”

“Listen, kid,” Negan starts off, “that maybe true or she left you or she left to get help and died, the bad out way the good in this world. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone,” he tilts his head.

You shake your head, “No! You don’t know for sure, she wouldn’t just leave me,” you turn and sit beside the wreckage of the car.

Negan shrugs, taking the bat from Simon and telling his men to get into the trucks and vans. He gives you one last look before driving the way you had driven, you watch as the vans turn in the opposite corner and drive off.

FEW HOURS LATER


Your dad told you stories how it gets worse at night. How to never stay outside at night, you wrapped your arms around your body and shivered from the cold. The sun was setting, getting to that time where the somewhat safeness of the day time faded. Your mum would have been back by now, if she left to get help, she wasn’t.

You felt neglected, why would she just leave you? What would possess her to just leave you. Alone with no one.

You stand up walking across the road, peeking into the forest, maybe she was stuck somewhere. Maybe she needed help! You step into the forest and begin walking, it was hard to see because of the darkness painting the sky slowly.

After a few minutes of walking you see her. Sat up against a tree, already looking just as rotten and disgusting as the man from earlier, plus people attacking where you lived. Her shirt was soaked in blood, you flinched away from the nightmare in front of you, she didn’t even look like your mum but it was her. You step back, twig snapping and your eyes darted to her.

She lazily lifted her head, making groaning sounds in the back of her throat; trying to stand up. Her noises attracted others, you could hear more faint groans, without thinking you turn and begin to run back. You squealed when one almost grabbed a hold of you, ducking and running back to the car, why? You didn’t know.

You clear the forest edge and breath heavily, yet, you smack into something. Or someone. You scream and thrash around to get out of their hold, only stopping when looking up, Negan?

“Just wanted to give you one last offer to come back with us,” he looked beyond you to the forest where you had obviously come from. “What were you doing in there?”

“Looking for my mum,” you muttered. “I found her!”

He nodded, “Well, I guess you don’t need us then, where is she?” Before he can stand up, you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, he tenses and looks at Simon who shrugs.

“No! Don’t leave me,” you cried; the realisation of being alone and having no one falling onto you. “Their all gone now.” You cried.

“Stick with me, kid.” Negan sighs, rubbing your back reassuringly. “I’ve got you,” he stands up and hands His baseball bat to Simon before walking to the truck.

(Let me know what you think. I’m still editing, hence why things are a little off and such. I’ll get to my laptop soon (published and formatted from phone) hopefully, the tagging works on my phone, otherwise I’m sorry! My first Negan series, with reader as a child, I’m nervous!-Ro)


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Can You Be a Good Boy, Max?

-An alternate view of Episode 8 if Max had gone to get his bear himself


“Little Maxwell?” Pikeman smiled as his two lackeys drug the small boy into their tent.

“Give it up! I want it back and I want it fucking now!” Max yelled, grunting as he was thrown to the ground.

Pikeman walked over to the desk in the far corner of his tent, holding up the mentioned item by the scruff of it torn neck, stuffing falling to the floor.

“Oh this? This is just trash, what could you possibly want with this.”

Max ran for it, jumping to snatch his poor bear from the acne covered freak, but was kicked away mid air. Max slid back on his bottom, wincing in pain as he gripped his stomach.

He wheezed, trying to gain back the air knocked from his lungs. Pikeman approached the younger boy, waving the stuffed animal in front of Max’s face.

“You want this back don’t you?” Max reached up in vain, Pikeman holding it inches from his reach.

Panic started to course through his body as the thought of not getting his bear back.

“Give it back!” He whimpered, arm stretching and quickly retracting to cover his aching chest that protested every movement.

Pikeman squatted so he was eye level with the curled up boy.

“You’ll get it back, but you’ll have to be a good boy, Max.” Pikeman’s mouth stretched into a wicked grin, Snake and Petrol shared the same smile, but Max didn’t care.

He had to get his friend back.

Pikeman lowered the bear closer to Max but still kept it from his reach.

“Can you be a good boy for us, Max?”

Uncertainty shown through his eyes, but the sad state of his bear made his heart drop.

Pikeman could see the boy’s uneasy state and gently grab the bear’s head, tugging lightly at the loose stitching. The head hung sadly on it’s last few threads and Max cried out, jumping up for the bear only to be grabbed by the front of his hoodie.

“Can you be a good boy, Max?”

Max nodded pitifully, tears, that he refused to indulge in,  welling up in his eyes as he stared at his stuffed animal.

“I’ll be good, please.” Max whispered, he casted his eyes to the floor.

“You will get your toy back once you prove it.”

The Wood Scouts shared a laugh, as the boy’s face fell even more, and they knew that this would be very eventful.

“How the fuck am I supposed to get through that?” Max yelled, as he clenched tightly to the sash around his chest. He wanted his hoodie back.

“It’s a simple ropes course, Maxwell. I’m sure you can handle.”

Max turned to protest but saw the bear in Pikeman’s hand.

“Especially with the raised stakes.” The teen added, and Max gulped facing the course again.

He fell, and fell, and fell. Over and over again, and the more he fell the more Pikeman got frustrated.

It had been the fifth time Max had gotten stuck in the rope bridge and fell flat on his back. His body was covered in bruises and his muscles ached.

As he stared up at the ropes hanging above him, he thought of how easily Nikki would climb, not thinking, just trusting where her hands fell. She never second guessed whether or not her feet would slips through the hole of the net, she just climbed.

Pikeman coughed loudly into his fist, Max stood up to face him in time to see him tug harshly on the arm of his bear. The seam split, stuffing falling to the ground as the teddy’s arm was easily ripped off.

Max yelped as if he was physically pained by the bear, but knew there was only one way to get him away from the torturous teen.

Max ran to the start of the ropes course, speeding through the sections he had become familiar with and stopped at the rope bridge. He’d just have to crawl across.

Just like Nikki, don’t think. Do. Fearless like Nikki’ Max thought.

He sped across the bridge, let his hands pull him and not second guessing where his feet fell.

Before he knew it, he sat huffing in front of Pikeman at the finish, fighting to catch his breath.

Max rose to his feet and stared up at the soft toy, then glancing at Pikeman, his eyes silently begging. Pikeman stared at him hard, eyeing him up and down, and hummed as he came to a conclusion.

“You went through a little ropes course, so what? Do you think that’s enough to be rewarded? I don’t think so. You still have more to prove.”

Max frowned, frustration from his constant failing and from the denial of his favorite toy made tears well up, but he refused to let them shed.

He stomped his foot, “How is that any fucking fair you asshole?”

“I suggest you apologize.” Snake spoke up and Max looked to him, the fire revived in his eyes.

“Fuck you and fuck him! Just give me the bear back assholes! It’s not your’s so give it to me!”

“Stop throwing a tantrum!” Pikeman commanded, and Max was one second away from showing the boy what a tantrum really was. But he settled on giving him the finger before he thought of moving on to such drastic measures.

Pikeman rolled his eyes at the bratty behavior, and turned away from him. He stalked off, Max yelling obscenities behind him.

“Petrol!” Pikeman barked, the boy quickly stood at attention, and Max immediately shut his mouth (earning a dark chuckle from Snake) suddenly afraid of what Pikeman would have the other boy do.

“Make him run the course 10 more times. Then we’ll see if he’s ready to apologize.” He didn’t even turn around to speak to him, and Max’s eye went wide as Petrol lead him back to the beginning of the ropes course.

Max was littered with bruises and scratches. Some poorly bandaged by himself with his tattered sash and others were left out to the open after Max had been sent to his tent without food for ruining his uniform. He was gifted a bandage after he slammed his face into a rock wall and Pikeman had so generously gifted him the bright pink bandage that laid across the bridge of his nose. The other scouts laughed at him for the color of the bandage.

“Are you ready to be a good boy, Maxwell?” Max jumped, wrapping his arms around himself, and looked up at the older teen, his large blue doe eyes staring at him uncertainly.

Pikeman squatted down to his height and leaned in close.

“You’ve been training to be an excellent camper, and you were promised a reward when you proved you were a good boy. You’ve made us very proud in the short time you’ve been here, and we were easily able to overcome all that bad behavior. The reward will come if you can do this.”

Max wrapped his arms around tighter and looked at the other two scouts for approval. They grinned at him, giving the small boy a thumbs up as encouragement. Max still looked like a frightened and wounded animal despite the encouraging looks, he could tell in some way this would fall back on him and he’d end up punished once more.

His legs began to shake as he thought of the task before him, but turned back to Pikeman, knowing how much he hated when Max didn’t keep eye contact.

Pikeman stood and offered his hand out to Max who gently took it, he nervously chewed on his thumb as the walked toward the door.

“Posture, Max.” Pikeman reminded without looking to the boy. Max stood up straight, but didn’t stop chewing on his thumb, something that had come to replace holding his teddy bear, who was currently stationed in his troop leader’s tent.

Pikeman took a catalogue that was carried under his arm and passed it too Max.

Before Pikeman could remind Max the plan, which consisted of following the rules of intense eye contact and always smile, (and if push came to shove, stick your foot in the door and demand they buy the popcorn) the door opened to reveal a rather pretty young woman.

She seemed pleased to greet the children, and this eased the anxiety that gripped at Max’s chest.

Max looked to Pikeman who tilted his head to the lady at the door, and Max passed her the catalogue.

‘Bull shit it like Neil. Fight through it like he does, be strong like Neil.’’

“M-my name is M-M-Max and I’m with the W-Wood Scouts, M-ma’am.”

She laughed and bent down to his height, and reached out to gently squeeze his cheek.

Max resisted the urge to flinch, and gave the woman a weak smile, her hand were very warm.

“Well aren’t you just the cutest scout there ever was! How’d you get all them bruises, honey?”

Max looked down and began to shuffle his feet, his thumb had returned to his mouth, and Pikeman began to panic and was going to interject.

“I went on a ropes course.” Max told honestly, like Pikeman had taught him. They spent a whole day on telling the truth after Max had lied about sneaking through the older teen’s tent searching for his reward.

Max never lied again.

“Oh yeah? What else did you do?” Her heart absolutely melted at the nervous scout, he was  clearly upset by having to talk to a stranger and he was just the most sweetest thing she had ever laid her eyes on. She’d have tell everyone at work about the cute scout that visited her.

“I went rock climbing, and swimming, we did archery once, and we went hiking one day.” Max racked his brain, trying to think of what else they had done in the month Max had been stuck with the scouts.

‘Tortured, I was definitely tortured. And beat publicly and humiliated, and they broke me over a stupid teddy bear that they haven’t let me touch or see inweeks.’ Max fought down the voice that had suddenly broke through in his head.

“Oh, how exciting!” She stood up straight after petting Max’s wild curls. (Which Pikeman had tried to tame, and almost shaved off, but that was one fight Max won.)

“You’re selling popcorn? That’s neat. Have you been down this whole street?” She asked, flipping through the pages of the catalogue, finding some eye catching flavors.

Max furrowed his brows as he thought and found himself chewing at his nail.

He looked up at her from under the loose curls that fell on his forehead. Pikeman always said to keep eye contact.

“N-no ma’am. You’re my first customer.” He flinched when she gasped, he wondered if he had said something wrong and if Pikeman would be upset. What if he was sent to bed without dinner again? Or made to do chores, or have to sleep outside in his sleeping bag again?

What if Pikeman struck him again?

The right side of his face tingled at the thought.

He hadn’t called any of the Wood Scouts a name after that incident, even when he really wanted to. Even Snake had felt bad for him.

“Well, how about I make myself a memorable first customer! I’ll buy three big bags of this caramel corn!”

Max smiled up at her, eyes wide as he thought of how proud Pikeman would be.

Max turned to look at him, hoping to see some sense of happiness behind the stern yellow eyes, but his smile quickly fell when he met Pikeman’s gaze.

Pikeman was studying him up and down, trying to solve an equation very much invisible to Max.

The lady offered Max the catalogue as she went off to fetch her check book.

Max clutched the paper to his chest tightly, and began to shake under Pikeman’s intense gaze. Max’s eyes darted around as if someone was going to jump out of nowhere, but he stayed put because his leader hadn’t told him it was time to leave yet.

The lady returned to the door and offered Max the check, which he accepted with a quick nod.

“Thank you for the popcorn dear! Have a good time at camp okay?” She gently shut the door, and Max turned to stand in front of Pikeman who wordlessly offered his hand.

Max kept his eyes downcast as they trudged back to the bushes where Petrol and Snake had hidden themselves.

Pikeman had a tight grip on Max’s hand, and the smaller boy couldn’t help but whimper in pain as the tight grip continued to grow.

The acne ridden teen didn’t offer an apology, only loosened his grip upon hearing the noise Max had made.

The others stood at attention once Pikeman and Max rounded the corner into the thick brush.

“How’d it go?” Snake asked, taking the papers from Max’s hand. He gasped letting Petrol stare at the check.

Petrol gave him a thumbs up, and Snake patted his shoulder. Max felt his chest swell with hope at his reward.

“This is amazing! This is more than we’d sell in a month.”

Max tilted his head in confusion,”But it’s only three ba-”

“Don’t talk back, Maxwell.” Pikeman chided, eyes staring at nothing as he lost himself back in thought.

Max stood up straight and kept his eyes downcast, when did he come so used to this routine? The routine of hiding himself.

“Let’s go back to headquarters, I think we need to rethink our entire plan.”

“You’re crazy!” Snake gasped, staring at the paper in front of them.

Max wasn’t allowed to sit at the table with the high ranking scouts, so he sat next to Pikeman’s chair, picking at grass that had tried to sprout under the Meeting Tent.

“I would have said the same thing myself; however, Maxwell proved me wrong.”

Max looked up when he heard his name mentioned, and was met with a cold hand brushing back- no, petting his hair, as if Max was his pet. Pikeman seemed proud of him, and a Max began to feel his own pride flow inside him.

“So your lap dog has finally done something right?” Another troop leader laughed, and Pikeman scoffed at the name. Max frowned, keeping the snide comments he would have loved to make to himself.

“Maxwell will you please stand on the chair.” Pikeman stood up and pushed the chair back to give Max room to climb on.

Max could feel the whole room’s eyes settle on him and he chewed on his thumb, fighting the red color that overcame his cheeks, and was trying his best not to slouch. They always teased when Pikeman corrected him on something as simple as slouching.

“Max is small and very thin. He’s shy,” He gestured to the blush that settled on his cheeks, and easily wrapped his thumb and middle finger so they touched around Max’s upper arm.

“He fidgets nervously and is the youngest of the Sleepy Peak troop. He screams weak, and gentle.” The other’s leaned forward, clearly interested in what Pikeman was trying to prove.

“He’s adorable. And that’s what sells.” A few uneasy glances are passed around the room, Pikeman coughed to bring them back.

“Think about it, colorful cookie names, vibrant boxes with cutesy animal designs, and most of all shy and dainty Flower Scouts to sell them. The Flower Scouts sell because they play to the people, they don’t need to intimidate because they’ve already manipulated them into buying just by batting their eyes and being cute. “

“It’s even in the name! When you think of flowers, you think of pleasant plants and sweet smells? Now what do you think when you hear the word ‘Woods.”

“You’re onto something, Edward.” Another troop leader agreed.

“I think it’s time to reconstruct are popcorn selling plan, and our looks, but for now I think it’s time to take care of some business.”

Pikeman gently lifted Max off the chair, as the scouts began to discuss the new plan, and set him on the ground.

“It’s time for your reward, Max.” Pikeman’s face had gone gentle, and Max willingly took his hand.

Snake and Petrol followed the duo back to Pikeman’s tent where Max was instructed to sit on the cot and wait.

Max kicked his legs, his whole body buzzing with excitement upon getting the chance to see Mr. Honey nuts. His heart raced as he thought of the many night he would hold his friend close, and how all anxieties would creep away from Max when his friend was with him.

He couldn’t help the creeping smile that had somehow found its way onto his face. His adorable plush friend he hadn’t seen since the ropes course on his first day. He had made it, he had been a good boy and he would finally get back his bear. What he had fought for since day one.

Max saw Pikeman’s feet come into view from where he was staring at the ground.

“Maxwell, you may look up now.”

Max whipped his head up, his wide grin and sparkling eyes falling as he saw his bear.

It was mostly deflated, most of the stuffing had fallen out, and the bear has several missing limbs, it only had its right arm and its left leg was hanging by a single thread.

The bear was missing both eyes and it’s head was void of stuffing.

Pikeman held out the pieces, growing more frustrated by the second.

“Go on Maxwell, take you reward.” He urged, confused on why the boy looked so sad after he had just gifted him back the prized toy that made him join the Wood Scouts.

Max took it and as soon as he touched it the head fell off and rolled away.

“Yes, Maxwell you’ve earned this. You’ve proven to the other troops that the Sleepy Peak district is one of high standard, and that we can turn anyone into an honorable scout. It’s certainly shown and will reflect on my reputation.” He bragged, Max knew that the earlier pride he saw was not meant for him.

No one was expecting the weak sob that fled the boy.

‘David wouldn’t cry, fight it, be strong like David.’ Max tried to convince himself but he could feel the burning tears begin to well up.

“He’s ruined!” Max cried, a familiar fight rising in his chest. He threw the body at Pikeman.

Tears blurred his vision and he didn’t fight against them this time, sobs wracked his tiny frame.

The sobs turned into screams as Max released almost a month’s worth of emotions that had been pent up inside of him. The frustration, the anger, the sad nights, and the fear rang through his screams.

He slammed his fists on the cot, his screams only increasing in volume as his tears fell faster and more frequently.

“M-My Bear!” Max wailed, curling in on himself, his mind raced with the picture of holding his ruined comfort item.

“M-Maxwell, please, stop this.” Pikeman stared at his friends for help, having never experienced Max having a crying fit, Snake and Petrol looked as equally afraid.

Snake went into action shoving the pieces of the torn bear into his leader’s hands, and Pikeman in turn held them out to Max.

“W- We can fix this Max. We’ll fix this dont worry! We can sew can’t we!” Pikeman knew for a fact he couldn’t and he turned to his friends who shrugged in response.

Max continued to wail, smacking the ruined pieces of his teddy out of Pikeman’s hands.

Guilt flooded the Wood Scouts, and Pikeman moved to comfort the boy.

He’d pat his head and tell him he was proud! That had always made Max happy in the past.

But he only cared for it because it meant he inching closer to get his bear, Oh..

Pikeman stared at the remains of Mr. Honey Nuts.

 Or maybe not.

The flap to Pikeman’s tent opened and he whipped around quickly to shoo the stray scout, who was clearly enticed to peak by the screaming, off but froze when he met eyes with a familiar tall man.

A small scout tried pushing the older man back, “He just came stomping through here and all his campers are raising a riot all over camp!”

David stood tall, eyes dark, bags layered under his eyes from sleepless night that had been haunting him for almost a month.

“I heard from a good friend at the bar that a curly black haired boy sold her Wood Scout’s Popcorn. Said he was tan skinned, with the widest blue eyes. Said he was covered in bruises.” David chuckled darkly.

Where’s my camper at?” He spat, and as if on cue Max let out a loud cry behind Pikeman, too lost in his crying fit to notice his camp counselor who came to rescue him.

Cries from the outside surrounded the tent, some about a girl who was climbing and wreaking havoc, and about how their phones and other electronics had been hacked. More filled as the other yellow shirt wearing campers flooded in.

Pikeman shrunk as David stalked closer.

Nikki and Neil hurried for Max to get into the middle of their bed.

Bed was a loose term, it was actually their three cots pushed together since the two campers couldn’t bare anymore separation from their friend.

Max rolled his eyes but got under the covers letting his two friends get comfortable on either side of him.

Neil dug under the bed and passed the patchwork bear to Max, as was routine for them, as it had been for the past week.

The yellow and brown fabric that covered the bear didn’t even show signs of ripping as Max gripped it tight, and his friend were gentle as the cuddled close to their friend, not wanting to press against any wounds.

David peeked in a few minutes after lights out had officially been put in place, scratching at his bare neck sheepishly when Max smiled at him as was routine for them now.

Before David could even get in his own good nights, Max’s friends had been anticipating David’s arrival.

“Good night!” Nikki screamed with her eyes still closed.

Max fought back his urge to flinch, and smiled at his friend’s antics.

“Yeah, night, David.” Neil yawned.

Max felt Neil’s back press against his own.

“Night ass hat.” Max said, faux annoyance in his voice.

“Goodnight my Camp Campbell campers.”

Hold On, I’m Coming (Part 6)

Originally posted by torn-and-frayed

Summary: You hear news of the fire and decide to take action. Dean, injured and trapped, fights for his life. 

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: angst, so much angst, language, house fire, being trapped, difficulty breathing, panic, fear, injuries…

Check out the Series Masterlist for previous parts and the schedule!

A/N: Okay, take a deep breath and please try not to kill me when you’ve finished reading…

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Sinful Tickles

Originally posted by lovablecouples

Originally posted by archieaddict

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader

Request: Hey doll :) Could I ask for an imagine where you’re Bucky’s girlfriend but you’re not an avengers, just a shy simple Girl. So one day he invites you over at the compound after your work where he first introduces you to the rest and later you’re in his bed cuddling. Then he starts tickling you which Ends up you being on top of him and things get heated from there. But then you get all shy again and tell him he’s your first, so he’s all gentle and later he cuddles you again till you fall asleep?:) ( @tieddown-withbattleshipchains )

Warnings: language, smut, fluff !!

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: Hey kids! I’m so sorry for my prolonged absence, I’ve been moving into college and going through an endless amount of orientation meetings and shit so, it’s been great. I also started classes yesterday and already have a ton of homework and whatnot, so that’s also great. But anyways, please send in any requests you may have so I have something to do while I’m not suffering!


The car you’re in sails smoothly down a long, winding road. Lush, green trees flash by as you cruise down the strip, and you can feel Bucky’s thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles over your knuckles. When you look away from the window, you find Bucky staring at you, a small, love-filled smile plastered on his face.

“What are you looking at?” A soft giggle tumbles from your lips.

“You’re gonna love the team, doll,” Bucky’s smile grows. “And they’re gonna love you.”

“I sure hope so,” you sigh, looking back out the window. The car began to slow as it approached a set of gates, then continued down the drive. Soon, large, fantastic buildings appeared in view. Their glimmering and neat exteriors shine in the sun, locking you in a trance. The driver pulls the car up to the curb in front of one of the buildings and Bucky lets go of your hand, opening his car door and sliding out. A few seconds later, he reappears on your side and opens the door for you, extending his hand to you. You take it and duck out of the car, still staring at the buildings.

“I can’t believe you live here,” you breathe in awe.

“Just wait until you see the inside,” Bucky leads you up clean, white steps to the large, crystal-clear glass doors.

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Falling asleep on the couch with Joker would include...

Not being able to focus on the movie because he can’t help staring at his beautiful girl

Him seeing you struggling to keep your eyes open so he puts his arm on the back of the couch, letting you know you can come cuddle.

Being stubborn and wanting to finish the movie, but falling asleep anyway.

Him not being able to take his eyes off you, laughing at your inability to fight how tired you are.

He turns off the movie he hates that he only allowed on because he knows he can’t say no to you.

Him gently pulling you closer next to him trying not to wake you up.

Tickling your ear gently so you smile and squirm in your sleep.

Him loving that you trust him enough to protect you in such a vulnerable state.

Taking the opportunity to twirl your hair in between his fingers, watching the contrast of your locks against his skull ring.

Him having to resist the urge to kiss your forehead so he won’t disturb you.

Kissing you anyway then letting you adjust your position after you feel it in your sleep.

Him being conflicted between feeling entitled to hold you and the only one allowed to but feeling not worthy of his violent hands touching something he sees as so innocent.

Using his free foot to reach and drag a blanket over so he can keep you warm.

Him pulling his gun out and pointing it at anyone who walks in the room as a warning not to wake you.

Snapping his fingers in your ear or poking your side so you curl up closer to him.

Resting his head on top of yours to feel what it’s like to be wanted and belong.

Carrying you princess style to your bedroom to tuck you in.

Him feeling in control and powerful with you in his arms.

Standing next to the bed for a few moments, not wanting to let you down.

Tucking you in and removing your jewelry for you, appreciating taking care of it like he does his own.

Brushing your hair out of your face and placing one last kiss on your cheek.

Teasing your neck with butterfly kisses so you cuddle up with your blankets.

You being half awake the whole time and grabbing his hand as he tries to walk away.

Him crawling under the covers to continue holding you.

You take time to make sure he’s covered up and tucked in.

Him laughing at how much you care while not being able to believe it.

Listening to his heart beat to help you fall asleep.

Him refusing to fall asleep until you do, he needs to make sure you’re secure.

Throughout the night he tugs tightly on you, always afraid someone will steal you away or worse, you’ll leave him.

Him waking up just to see if you’re there and giving the top of your head a kiss.

Doing it all over again the next night.

Daryl Dixon x Reader – Reunion

Originally posted by failedbitch

Imagine saving Rick, Carl and Michonne when a run goes wrong. You get injured and they take you back with them to the prison where you reunite with your boyfriend Daryl who you haven’t seen ever since the apocalypse started.

Note: Way too long time no see, guys! I’m really sorry, I’ve been working all summer so I didn’t have time to write at all. I’m so glad to be back though! Since I haven’t written in a while I might be a bit „rusty“, but I still hope you enjoy it! 
And as always, this beautiful moving picture does not belong to me.

It all happened so fast. At one point you were just minding your own business trying to find a safe place to crash for the night. You never stayed anywhere longer than you needed -  found something to eat, got a bit of sleep and then back on the road.

Suddenly, the sound of voices coming from not far away made you stop. Someone was in trouble, you thought. Without hesitation you ran into that direction. After all that has happened you promised yourself you won’t let anyone else die if you can prevent it.

The voices were getting louder and louder, that must have meant you’re close. Finally you saw them. Three people - a man, a woman and a boy standing on a car surrounded by walkers. You could tell they were out of ammo since they were only using their knives and a sword.

They were running out of time, you had to act fast.

„Hey, bitches! Come here and have a bite of this fresh meat!“ You shouted in an attempt to distract the walkers as you climbed onto a roof of the nearest car.

You didn’t have a gun, but you had a bow and thankfully also a lot of arrows. You started shooting one after another as they crawled into your direction.

It didn’t take too long to take nearly all of them down especially since your three new friends starting attacking them from behind. You sighed in relief letting your guard down for a second.

„Watch out!“ The man shouted.

Too late. One of the walkers took you by your ankle and pushed you onto the ground. 

„Fuck.“ You growled in pain. That’s what you get for not paying attention for one goddamn second. You tried to reach your bow which you dropped in the fall but it was too far and that dead sucker was already crawling on top of you.

„Oh come on!“ You tried to push his face away with one hand and reach for either your knife or one of your arrows with the other hand but with zero success. Thankfully, you soon didn’t have to worry about it when a blade of a sword came right through the walker’s head.

„Thanks.“ You smiled as you took the woman’s hand. She smiled back and helped you get up.

„Are you okay?“ She asked worriedly once she noticed you can’t fully step onto your right foot.

„Yeah, it didn’t get me. I was only joking when I told them to bite me. Seems like this one took it way too seriously.“ You laughed trying to hide the pain. „I must have just hurt my ankle, I’m gonna be fine. Don’t worry about it.“

„There’s a prison not too far away from here. Me and my people use it as a residence for the time being. We’re gonna take you back with us and get you a proper treatment for that injury. After that you can go, or you can stay if you want. We could use somebody like you.“ The man said as he took you into his arms and carried you into their car.

Once you were all set, he stepped on the gas trying to get you all back as fast as possible. Not just because of your leg but also because it was starting to get dark and they were out for quite a while, the others must have been worried.

„I’m Rick, by the way. This is my son Carl and my friend Michonne. What’s your name?“

„Y/N.“

„I have to ask you a few questions, Y/N, is that okay?“ You saved their lives, which he was grateful for, but this was something he just needed to do.

„Y-yeah, sure, whatever you need to know.“ You nodded as you struggled to adjust your position due to your injury.

„How many walkers have you killed?“

The first question was easy. There was nothing else you hated more than those … things. They ruined your life just when it was finally starting to have some meaning. Killed everyone you loved. Or at least you thought so.

„Each and every single one I could find. They are monsters, they don’t deserve anything better.“

„How many people have you killed?“

This time you hesitated. It was hard for you to talk about it no matter how many days, weeks or months have passed.

„ … Two …“

„Why?“

„ … My mom and brother. They were bit. I just … I couldn’t let them turn.“ Your voice broke with the last sentence. You didn’t want to let them see you cry so you quickly wiped away the tears and took a deep breath to calm yourself down.

„I’m so sorry about that.“ Michonne said holding your tightly. „Is anyone else you know alive?“

„No … at least not that I know of. It was always just me, my mom and my brother … And my boyfriend. But I haven’t seen him since … since all this started. The small chance of him still being alive is probably the only thing that kept me going for this long.“

„I’m sure you’ll find him.“ She tried to comfort you as she stroked her thumb over your hand.

„Yeah, I hope so. Wherever he is – if he’s alive – I just hope he’s not alone. I hope that he found a group of nice people and that he’s happy …“

Michonne could tell how hard it is for you to talk about your loved ones so she tried to change the topic.

„How did you survive this long on your own anyway? You don’t look like … ehm … „

„Like I can fight? Yeah, I can’t, not really. But I can shoot. This baby saved me more than just a couple of times.“ You caressed the top of you bow lightly when you talked about it. It was like your best friend and until now the only ally against the evil in this new world. „It’s more quiet than a gun and better than a knife, I wouldn’t last a day without it.“

All of the sudden the car stopped. You didn’t even notice you were already there. Looking through the window you could see a bunch of people already standing there waiting for their friends to come back safely. They must have been really worried.

Rick opened the door and helped you out of the car. 

„Everyone, this is Y/N, she’ll be staying with us now, we wouldn’t have made it home without her.“

„H-hi“. You almost whispered and waved your hand. Everyone was staring at you. They all seemed liked nice people but you never really liked being the center of attention, so it made you feel a bit uncomfortable. 

Not knowing what to say you looked down shyly when a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts.

„Y/N? … Baby, is that you?“ It was already dark so he couldn’t see you clearly. He slowly made his way closer and closer to take a better look.

„D-Daryl? Oh my god … I can’t believe it!“ If you could walk you’d immediately run into his arms. Tears started running down your cheeks. Ignoring the pain in your ankle, you gathered all your strength and made your way in his direction as fast as you could.

As soon as he heard you voice and realized it’s really you, he ran towards you, pulled you into a tight embrace and buried his head into your chest.

Unable to stop sobbing, you ran your fingers through his hair and stroked his back gently. You needed to feel him. To know that this is real. Not just another one of the dreams you kept having almost every night.

After a while he finally pulled away from the hug only to take your face into his hands kissing you deeply.

You couldn’t see the looks on everyone’s faces but they were all pretty suprised. Daryl never told anyone about you, anyone except Carol. He truly believed you were gone and didn’t trust anyone else enough to tell them about how he lost the only love of his life.

„I really thought I lost ya. I went into your house, there was blood everywhere, I thought … I thought you were gone.“ He confessed while caressing your cheek not letting go of you for one second.

„I’m sorry, I should have left a message or something … I-“ You covered your mouth with your hand trying to stop the sobbing.

„Shh, don’t matter now, the only thing that matters it that you’re alright. You’re here. With me. And I’m  never losing ya again.“ He wrapped his arms around you once again pulling you close against his warm body and whispered into your ear: „I love ya so much, Y/N.“

„I love you too, Daryl.“ You whispered back as you pulled your arms around his neck and kissed his forehead, unable to keep the smile off your face.

He Doesn’t Deserve You

Summary: You move into your new apartment and have an awkward run in with your neighbor, making a very interesting first impression.

Warnings: angst, sexual tension (minor), smut, Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader

A/N: I have so many drabbles to write but I needed a break and I thought this up. I was going to make this into a series but I didn’t wanna start another one so I just wrote it as a long fic (hence why it’s a little jumpy / fast paced). If you guys like this I can write a short series similar to this story (with some changes). Just let me know.


You looked around your new apartment, it was fully decorated with your things and it filled you with utter joy. You sighed as you sat on your bed, popping open a bottle of wine to let it breathe, waiting for your friends to show up. A knock on your door sent you flying towards it.

“Courtney! Michelle!” You swung the door open with a proud grin on your face. “How do you like the place?” 

“It’s so cute!” Michelle shrieked as she brushed passed you, taking in her surroundings. 

“Hmmm, not enough Star Wars decor.” Courtney followed Michelle, chuckling as she passed the hanging pictures of you guys from college.

“Raegan couldn’t make it?” You cocked an eyebrow, worried for your newly engaged friend. “She too busy with Noah?”

“Technically, she’s planning the wedding and driving him nuts.” Michelle giggled and poured herself a glass of wine. “Now, let’s get this pizza eating, wine drinking, and Netflix bingeing started!” 

Four episodes into the first season of Grey’s Anatomy and the three of you were blabbering, laughing, drunk idiots. You were shouting at the tv, telling the characters that they were doing regretful, silly things. You were voted the door answerer when a loud banging echoed in your apartment. 

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Scott McCall x Reader x Stiles Stilinski 

~ Part 1, Part 2

Warnings: Slight sexual content, dom!reader, sub!Scott, sub!Stiles
Word count: 1 521

A/N: Thank you for liking this imagine so much! ♥

Tags: @queenlovve, @luciferwaitsformetogethome, @pissheadofficial, @fangirlfreakingout, @17jenny​, @lildoog-ish​, @peacefullytatted01, @greek-geek481


Scott winched when he suddenly saw Stiles standing behind him in the mirror. He was leaning against the door frame, pursing his lips into a thin line and his eyebrows were hanging low on his forehead.

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messr-moonmoon-deactivated20170  asked:

can i prompt you a lil hurt/comfort for drarry via #2 ?

My Writing


“I really don’t see why what I did was so bad,” Draco muttered as Harry practically dragged him out of Ron and Hermione’s house.

“Really, Draco? You don’t? Let me remind you then that Ron invited you into his home, served you a meal, tried to be friendly, and you responded my insulting him, his house, and his family.”

Draco rolled his eyes and shrugged Harry’s hand off of his arm.

“I was just stating facts.”

“No, you weren’t! You were being a bloody prat!” Harry shouted, fists clenched at his side. “I don’t understand why it is so hard for you to treat people with respect!”

Draco snorted.

“Because they don’t deserve my respect.”

Harry shook his head in disgust.

“Whatever, Draco. I’m sick of your attitude. I’m going home.”

Harry then turned and apparated on the spot, leaving Draco standing in the middle of the street alone.

Draco sighed and ran his hand down his face. He knew he messed up. He knew he shouldn’t have said those things to Ron. He hated when Harry was upset with him, and he didn’t think he’d ever seen him that angry.

Draco walked back up to the door of Ron and Hermione’s house, swallowed his pride, and knocked.

Ron quickly opened the door and glared when he saw who it was. Before he could say anything, Draco began talking.

“I-I’m sorry for the things I said. It was really rude and disrespectful of me.”

Ron stared at him skeptically for a moment.

“Is Harry making you apologize?”

Draco shook his head.

“No he…he went home.”

Ron nodded, and his hand then shot out for Draco to shake.

“Apology accepted, mate.”

Draco stared at him in shock and slowly shook his hand. He hadn’t expected Ron to be so forgiving.

“Right, well, I’m gonna go. Sorry again, and thanks for having us over.”

Draco then turned and walked away before apparating to his and Harry’s house.

Harry was sitting on the couch, watching tv, when Draco walked through the door. Harry wouldn’t even look at him.

“Harry, I-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Draco. Just leave me alone.”

Draco had a very hurt expression on his face, but slowly nodded his head and walked off to their bedroom. He changed into his pajamas and crawled into bed. He wanted to just fall asleep and forget about everything that happened, but it wasn’t working. He was scared that he had really messed up this time and that Harry was never going to forgive him.

Draco hadn’t even realized that he was crying until he heard the door open and felt the bed dip beside him.

“Draco,” Harry said softly and put his hand on Draco’s side. “I’m sorry for how I acted when you got home. Ron sent an owl telling me not to be too hard on you because you already apologized to him.”

Draco just sniffled in response before turning to face Harry.

“I’m sorry,” Draco whispered.

Harry nodded his head in understanding, not needing to say the words for Draco to know he was forgiven.

“Why are you crying, love?” Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist and pulled him close, kissing his forehead.

“I thought you might not forgive me…that you might break up with me.”

Draco buried his face into the crook of Harry’s neck and let a few more tears fall.

“Shh, no. I’m not breaking up with you, Draco. I love you very much. I just don’t love your attitude sometimes.”

Draco let out a small laugh and pulled his head away so he could give Harry a kiss.

“I love you too.”

Harry smiled at him.

“Good, now come back out into the living room with me. I put your favorite movie in.”

Draco grinned and threw the covers off of himself. He followed Harry to the couch where they watched movies and cuddled for the rest of the night.

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You larb us too -Peter Parker

A/N: I’m not sire how I feel about this one, but I hope you like it anyway. In which Peter is not okay with his aunt dating other guys. Enjoy!


I was about to knock on the door when it flew open and I was face to face with a very dressed up May.
“Oh hey, sweetheart!”, she greeted me and waved me inside by stepping aside and I walked in with a shy smile.
“Looking great May. Where are you off to?”, I asked her while adjusting my books and folders under my arm.
“Thank you! I have kind of a date…Is it too much? I need an opinion but Peter is mad at me and won’t talk.”,she said and I could see the glimps of sadness in her eyes which made me sympathize with her.

“You look stunning. Don’t think about Peter. He is an ass sometimes.”,I said without thinking about it and she chuckled.
“Excuse my language.”,I added while blushing and she brushed it off.
“I gotta go. Dinner’s in the fridge, learn well, don’t do anything stupid. Keep it PG.”, she said while shouldering herself into her coat and my mouth dropped.
“Wha-…”,I started but was cut off by Peter.
“You too.” Oh he didn’t.

I looked over my shoulder to see him leaning against the door frame while his arms were crossed infront of his chest and his brows were furrowed.
“Peter!”,I exclaimed but he chose to ignore me and stared at his aunt.
“Thanks Peter.”,she sighed and closed the door behind her which made me turn around and glare at him.
“I’m not going to talk about this. Let’s get to our project.”

“You’re such a shit head, Peter.”,I said while following him into his room. Even though I would have loved to beat some sense into him, I let it go because it was a family matter.

***

I was lying across his bed on my belly with my laptop infront of me, scrolling through websites to find information about our project. Peter was on the floor, leaning against the bed skipping through some folders. Usually our learning and studying sessions were fun. We ended up laughing or talking about other stuff, while enjoying May’s home cooked food. But today it was really silent and I assumed it was because of Peters mood. I tried a few times to make him talk but he always answered in short sentences. Or just ‘uh-huh’ or ‘sure’, which was extremly tiring so I let it go.

“Did you know that if you throw a handfull of salt into a glas of water, the water level will actually go down rather than overflowing the glass.”, I read while scrolling through a website that was listing down interesting facts about chemistry.
“No I didn’t.”,he said without looking up and I put my laptop away to crawl over to him.
“Not that big of a genius after all, are you Peter?”, I teased him and my face was right next to his while I was holding on to his shoulders to not fall off the bed.
“I believe you’re not looking for answers for the project, are you Y/N? If you’re giving me those interesting facts.”,he shot back and I rolled my eyes.
“I was! But one led to the other and I landed…there. It’s quite interesting, you should check it out.”,I said in a chatting voice but he did not react to it so I looked over his shoulder and saw that he hadn’t done anything himself. He was just flicking through folders and notes without recognizing that they were not the right ones.
I slipped off the bed and sat down on the floor in front of him and took a few sheets lying all over the floor into my hands to look at them.
“Ah, Ap English. I didn’t know we were working on a literature project. I thought it was science?”,I said while holding the papers up and his head shot up, his eyes widened. He groaned and burried his face in his hands and brushed through his hair tugging at them.

“Regarding this I was a lot more close to the subject.”,I joked but when I saw that he was in no condition to take a joke, I brushed the papers away and slid closer to him.
“Hey.”,I said softly and put my hand on his wrist pulling his hand away from his face. I put a gentle kiss on top of his hand and held him in my lap.
“Talk to me.”,I offered and he groaned while throwing his head back.
“I know I am being a dick but I can’t handle the thought of Aunt May being with another man. She is all I have left after Uncle Ben….I can’t lose her too.”

“Oh come on Peter! You’re not going to lose her. IF it should work out with him, you’ll still be her number one priority. You guys are family. That’s what family is about. Don’t be stupid.”,I said and let his hand go because he didn’t seem to be convinced.
“It’s been years Peter. I’m not saying that you guys have to forget about your uncle or anything like that. No! But she deserves to find happiness too. She deserves to be loved.”,I added and he sighed.
“But I love her.”,he said and I chuckled at his childish manner.
“She loves you too. Would you want me to leave just because you’re aunt loves you already? Is it the same for you?”, I said with a small triumphant smile and he furrowed his brows.

“Of course it’s not the same. Ew I don’t want to be loved the way you hopefully do, from my aunt. No, gross.”, he said which made me laugh.

“See! But do you want me to stop loving you just because she does already, even if it is in another way?”, I asked again and he shook his head immediatly.

“No! I need you.”, he finally admitted and I cupped his face with my hand making him look into my eyes.
“So let her be loved, Peter. She is young. She could find happiness again.”,you said and he finally gave in. He exhaled deeply and leaned his forhead against mine.
“I was a dick to her, wasn’t I?”, he said with closed eyes and I chuckled.
“Totally.”

“Damn it.”,he cursed under his breath and I gave him a peck on his lips.
“Don’t worry about it. You’ll make it up to her.”, I added and pulled away.
“You hungry? I’m really hungry.”,he said suddenly and I lifted my brows in amusement.
“Yeah, we worked so hard. We deserve a treat.”,I joked and he rolled his eyes.
“Shut up. And follow me.”,he said while getting up and helped me get up too.

***

We were sitting at the kitchen table, hours later, talking about stuff and still eating the food which got cold hours ago.
“So you’re saying that you still know your ex?”, Peter said and squinted his eyes while chewing doubtfully on his carrots.
“He is in my french class Peter. How am I supposed to not know him.”, I said rolling my eyes and wished that he would let go of the subject.
“He is, what now?”, he said his mouth ajar and you sighed theatrically while looking up at the ceiling.

“I’m so full. We should get back.”,I said and quickly stood up while taking the plates off the table. I put them into the sink and when I turned around he was standing right in front of me.
“Hi.”,I said innocently and tucked my hair behind my ear not knowing what to do with my hands.
“He does know your not available, doesn’t he?”,he asked finally and put his hands on my hips.
“We were 13 Peter. I am pretty sure he is over me. I am for sure over him. We’re almost eighteen now.”, I told him and he pouted a little. Still not over the fact that I was sitting in the same class with my ex everyday.

“I love you.”,he blurted out and made me smile.
“I love you too.”,I said and was about to lean in for a kiss when suddenly we heared the front door open. We jumped apart and while he sat back down I was left standing against the sink when May walked in.

“Hey you two! How is it going?”,she greeted us and sat down at the table and pulled the food towards her.
“I’m starving.”,she said and reached for a fork without standing up.
“Uh…how was your date?”, I asked finally to break the silence that followed. Peter was sitting in front of his aunt but was not looking at her, let alone talk to her.
“Oh god. It was a disaster. Totally self centered guy. Brought me to a fancy dinner just to order me a salad and sparkly water, how generous. He said 'We want to keep our figures.’. Oh no hun! If I want a burger I’m going to have a burger. If I want thai food I’m going to have the fricking thai food. He kept talking and talking about himself and I exploded at last. I stood up and walked out.”,she said while chewing on her food like Peter did a few moments ago. The paralells between these two made me smile and I was about to say something Peter jumped in.

“So you won’t date him?”, he asked and looked up through his lashes.

“No, Pete. Don’t worry about him.”,she assured him and shot him a small smile which made Peter look up.
“I mean, it would have been okay. You know. You daring some guy. Not that guy in particular he seems to be an ass…”

“Language!”,she interrupted him and he said sorry.

“I want you to be happy, Aunt May. You know that right?”,he said finally and my hesrt melted at the scenario infront of me. I did not say anything and tried to make myself invisible to give them their space.
“Of course! And I am happy. I larb you after all.”,she teased him and Peter rolled his eyes and let himself fall back into his chair.

“We both larb you.”,I added my part and May and I high fived.

“You’re both unbelievable. That’s what you are.”,he sighed and stood up to walk out of the kitchen.

“You larb us too Pete. We know it!”,May yelled after him and we laughed at his following groan.

Monsta X React: Their S/O Putting Their Hands Under Their Shirt

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Request: Can I request a monsta x reaction where you always put your hand in/up their top when you’re tired because warmth and shit xx

thIsS is rlly cute !!W1 but i changed it up a little so that it’s a scenario where u see what happens when you do this oNCE

Im sry this ended up being trash

SHOWNU

Originally posted by idiotfadeddream

While you flattened your palm against his abdomen with a quiet sigh of contentment, Hyunwoo was hiding his face in your fluffy hair. His mouth would form into a bashful smile as you then wrapped your arm around his torso, the pads of your fingers digging into his skin while your leg soon curled over his hips. Your head was tucked into the crook of his neck once his rhythmic breathing slowly lulled you to sleep. Hyunwoo felt like his heart was swelling 10x more when you sleepily pressed the tip of your nose against his pulse, your arm absentmindedly tightening around his bare waist. His eyes crinkled when he smiled down at you in a fond way, and he leaned down to print a gentle kiss to the top of your head, wrapping his large hand around your arm to pull it tighter around him; feeling secure with you so close.

MINHYUK

Originally posted by wonhontology

He asked you what you were doing when he felt your hands creeping up and under the hem of sweatshirt, giggling when you touched a ticklish spot on his body. Squirming in your arms, you let out a grumpy whine and rest your cheek on his shoulder, a pout on your face. “Stop moving, you bum.” you had scolded him softly, burying your face against the spot where his shoulder and neck met. Snugly, you wrapped your arms around his waist, under his sweatshirt, your legs sprawled across his lap. Minhyuk didn’t seem to mind this; completely comfortable with you touching his bare skin. As you rested against him, one of his hands came up to brush away the hair from your face, gazing at you with a loving smile. He held you closer once you gave him a small kiss on the side of his neck, the smile on his face growing bigger.

JOOHEON

Originally posted by lostinmonstax

“No, stop it.” he groaned. You had crawled into bed while Jooheon was taking a nap and had suddenly lifted his hoodie up. Grumbling in protest, he tried pushing your hand away, only to have your arms curled around him the next moment. “I like cuddling you like this.” you said; meek. Once you said that, the annoyed expression on his face left and he let his head fall back onto his pillow with a quiet sigh, his hand moving up to push his fingers through your hair. A smile was forming on your lips when he relaxed underneath you while you pat his bare chest, your eyelids fluttering closed. “It’s a good thing I love you.” he muttered playfully, grinning when you flicked his skin. He held the back of your head with his palm and peppered the crown of your head with kisses, laughing as he squeezed you tight.

KIHYUN

Originally posted by wonhontology

This boy was not impressed. When he felt your hands going up his shirt, he laughed sarcastically, wiggling away from you with his fingers forming an ‘L’ on his forehead. He, wildly, then wagged his finger at you with a grin, watching you sulk. Kihyun admired the way your lips formed into a pout and sympathetically, he pulled you back into his embrace with an eye crinkling smile, cradling your head to his chest. You were too cute when you were tired. Playfully, he kissed the top of your head over and over again until you whacked him to stop. “You’re so silly.” he coos, removing his arms from around you. He guides your hands underneath his shirt to comfort you and his smile grows fonder when you curl your hands into fists against the arch of his back. He ruffles your hair, “Cutie.”

WONHO

Originally posted by kittyminhyuk

Hoseok was cooking ramen when you trudged down the stairs sleepily. You had woken up from your nap to the sound of the kitchen fan turning on, and so you went and checked on your boyfriend to see what he was up to. Rubbing your eye with your sleeve, you watched Hoseok hum a song to himself as he began to pour the noodles into the bowl of steaming soup. A smile creeped on your face as the smell of the ramen wafted in your direction and you began walking towards Wonho, humming to yourself. You pressed yourself against his back and slid your hands underneath his white t-shirt, your fingertips lazily trailing over his abdomen before your hands linked together over his torso. Out of surprise, his body arched against your touch, and he put his chopsticks down on his bowl with a curious noise. Looking behind him, he rest his hands on yours, a little smile on his face. “Why hello, sleepy head,” he sings while turning around so he could kiss your forehead, his hands forcing your arms to tighten around his body while he brushed his knuckles against your cheek, “care to join me for lunch?”

HYUNGWON

Originally posted by bangtan-monsta

“No thank you.” he says kindly, his hands nudging your arms away from him. Hyungwon wouldn’t be very comfortable with you touching his bare skin when it came to your hands touching his back or his chest; he felt very embarrassed whenever you did that. You let out a groan when he started to shuffle away from you and you grumbled to yourself, rubbing your face. He responded with a sympathetic smile and rubbed the back of his neck before turning around to continue whatever he was doing. He opened the fridge to take out a juice box and you watched him; helpless. You huffed to yourself and went against the thoughts in your head that were telling you not to bug him anymore. Jumping into his back, your hands immediately wandered underneath his sweater; Hyungwon responding by squirming at the touch of your cold skin on his. Biting down the straw of his juice box, he exhaled through his nose and turned around to pet the back of your hand, an awkward smile on his face. He booped the tip of his nose against your forehead and dragged his fingers through your hair, finishing his juice box. “Please just ask next time.”

I.M.

Originally posted by livelovelunch

Changkyun immediately began to coo when you buried your face against the centre of his chest, your hands slipping under his hoodie so that you could rest your palms on the cool surface of his back. Bashfully, he would hook his chin on the top of your head while wrapping an arm around your shoulders, his other hand rubbing your hip. “I love you too, you butt.” he would say teasingly, only to have you respond by tilting your head to unforgivingly bite his collarbone. That action resulted in him biting you back, a pout on his face. With a grumble, you trailed your fingertips down his spine, your head resting in the crook of his neck. Petting your head, he watched you adoringly, loving the way your eyelashes cast shadows on your cheekbones. “You can touch my abs too.” he wiggled his eyebrows once you looked at him and you smiled, your eyes a little bleary from closing them. “You wish.” you stuck your tongue out at him and he gasped, kissing your forehead with a laugh when you moved your hand to his chest, dragging your palm down his skin playfully. He pinched your hip, “Silly girl.”

I don’t thing I deserve it.. Part 1

Characters: Teen!Reader, Sam, Dean

Warnings: Needles, Injuries

Word count: 1996

Summary: You’ve been a slave for almost 4 years now to a demon named Clarke. When you luckily escape you run, literally, into the winchesters and they take you in and take care of you. They help you overcome your fear for basically everything and you become like a little sister to them.
What will happened when you want to start to hunting down Clarke for revenge? What happens if she catches you first?

A/N: I orginally posted this on ao3 and it’s my first fanfic ever so i wanted to share it with y’all. This will be a series with multiple parts with no smut whatsoever.. Happy reading! (Oh and if you wanna be tagged just send an ask <3)

Part 2

Originally posted by hunterchesters

You ran as fast as you could, not stopping for a minute. It felt like your heart was going to pump out of your chest and all you heard was the loud sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Your lungs hurt from all the running and you were struggling to breathe. The thing behind you was closing up and you felt the panic rise within every second. You rounded a corner as you looked back to find the thing gone and your breath hitched.

You didn’t see where you were running so when you ran into something you fell on my butt, hard. A whimper left your mouth and with panicked eyes you looked up to see that you had just ran into a man. He was really tall and muscular and his shoulder-long hair fell in his face when he looked down at you in surprise. His hazel colored eyes looked at you and you stumbled away instantly.

“Hey, shit, you okay?” the man asks. His voice was deep, but still comforting in a way you didn’t understand. When you didn’t answer he took a step forward and bent down a little but as he did that you let out a shaking breath and backed away. “I’m not gonna hurt you kid” he said and held his hands over his head. You made a frowning face and tried to stand up with your eyes fixed on him in case he would attack you.

As you try to stand up you put your weight into your left leg and a cry leave your lips as you fall down again. Instantly the man was right beside you and you stopped breathing. He bent down and reached for you. You tried to crawl away in fear but the pain in your leg just escalated. “I’m gonna pick you up, okay?" 

He didn’t wait for an answer as he put an arm under your legs and the other one under your back and lifted you up bridal style. As he rose up you shut your eyes and bit your lip as to not scream out the pain. You tasted the familiar taste of blood in your mouth.

You jumped as the man who carried you screamed. "Dean! Come quick, i found someone!” His long legs made him walk a lot faster and you were thankful for not having him running. You didn’t hear the footsteps in front of you and you inhaled sharply as another voice came to your hearing. “Who’s this? What happened?” The voice of this person, Dean, was much deeper than the other man and he sounded a little older. It was definitely another man and you couldn’t help the fear creep up on you. 

You shivered in the man’s arms and he tightened his grip. “I don’t know, she ran into me. Something happened to her leg and I’m pretty sure she hit her head or something before, because she’s bleeding.” You shut your eyes even tighter as you felt a hand on your upper arm.

“Hey kiddo, can you tell us what happened?” Dean said, directing his question to you. You didn’t answer, too afraid of what might happened if you answered wrong to his question. “Do you have a name?” the man who held you squeezed you a little. You didn’t know if it were for comfort or threatening, but you shook your head lightly and regretted it the second you moved your head. 

A sharp sting from the back to your head took you by surprise and you cried out. Tears ran now freely from your closed eyes down your cheeks. “We gotta stitch her up. Take her to the bunker and I’ll try to call Cas”

The man carrying you began walking again and you felt the rumble in his chest that he was talking to you but all you could focus on was the pain. Sooner or later he stopped and he opened a car door. “Hey, I’m gonna put you in the car, and It’ll probably hurt, but you can’t pass out on me, okay?” He lowered you from his grip and into the car. 

As soon as you body hit the seat you took a deep breath, trying to calm down. It helped a little and you were now half sitting, half laying down in the seat. You opened your eyes a little and you saw the man going around the car to take the seat with the wheel. You were sitting shotgun. When he opened his door you looked at him with tired eyes. “Don’t close your eyes” His voice became shallower as he kept trying to talk to you but you’ve already given up and you were slowly sinking into the darkness.

***

You were in the state between awake and asleep and you didn’t really have control over your body. The sound of a car driving fast was comforting. You began to wake up now and that was something you really didn’t want because the pain was still there. You groaned a little and tried to move but you ended up feeling worse than before. Wait, where were you? Your eyes shot up with fear and your body tensed. 

You looked around with panic in your eyes until you saw the man beside you. The Running. The two men. Your injuries. Everything came back to you. You didn’t realize you made a noise but suddenly a pair of eyes were on you. “Hey, hey, hey, calm down.” He put up his right hand in the air and kept the left one on the steering wheel. As he moved his hand towards you, you flinched away and he took away his hand.

“How are you holding up? We’re at the bunker in about 15 minutes and then I’ll take care of your leg and head, okay?” You wanted to ask what this bunker was, but you kept quiet. You began to shake and you couldn’t feel your toes and fingers. “You’re freezing because of the blood loss, I’d give you a blanket, but I don’t have one, sorry" 

The car went faster for a second and soon enough you were at this odd looking iron door. He parked the car and instantly got out. The door opened beside you and he ducked under the roof of the car to hover over you to pick you up. This made you panic and you tried to get away. He got his arm under got legs and the other one under your back as before, and lifted you out. Your body was tense and the pain was too much for you. "You gotta relax, I’m here to help” He mumbled as he walked to the door.

As he went down the stairs you shut your eyes again in pain. Once you were down he almost started to run and when you felt a comfortable sheet under yourself you opened your eyes. You’re in a bed? The man started to fumble around in boxes and he came forward with a first aid kit. He ran out of the room and came back with a bottle of something. “I’m gonna stitch you up and I’m not gonna lie, it’ll hurt” he took a scissor and qut your pants off of your left leg. 

The cold air that hit your leg gave you goose bumps but you didn’t have time think about it anymore as a liquid hit the contrast of the injury on your leg and it burned like fire. You screamed as tears welled in you eyes. “I’m so sorry, but it has to be done” said the man whith a slight panicked voice. 

He picked up a needle and a thread and you instantly started to breathe funny. “N-no, no, no” you sobbed as you tried to get away. Apparently you shock him with speaking, but you were not gonna let him use that on you. He stared at you for a few seconds before speaking “This needs to be stitched up if you don’t want to die” He looked at you with apologetic eyes as he returned his attention to the needle. “Please d-don’t” you whispered.

The door slammed open and you jumped. The other man, Dean walked in and his eyes wandered to the gasch in your leg. “Need some help Sam?” He said, his eyes never leaving your leg as he spoke. You guessed it was pretty bad. 

Sam closed his eyes and sighed as he said “Hold her” You shock your head in protest. As Dean came forward you began pulling away as you sobbed “N-no, please, d-don’t” your head hit the headboard and you panicked. Dean were now standing next to the bed on the opposite side of Sam.

He grabbed your ankles and carefully tried to drag you down so that you were lying down but you screamed and desperately tried to get away. You tried to hit him but he caught your wrist and putted it over your head. “Calm down! You need to calm down so that Sammy here can stitch you up and everything will be fine" 

You tried to get away from Sam now when you had realised that Dean weren’t letting you go. You scooted over to Dean’s side and Sam looked at you. "It’s okay. You’re scared of needles right? It’s gonna go fast and smoothly if you just calm down” He looked at you in your eyes while speaking. “Yeah, Sam here is really good at it, it’s okay” Dean said. You locked eyes with Sam and he smiled a little and you calmed down a bit.

Dean scooted you over to Sam and you began shaking. Dean took both of your hands and put them on your stomach as he laid his arm over them. The other hand pressed down a little on your left leg to keep it still. In this way you wouldn’t be able to move as much. “Deep breaths, It’s gonna be fine” Sam said. You shut your eyes and as you felt the needle go into your skin you held your breath. It hurt so much and feeling the needle under your skin made it worse. 

After about 2 minutes Dean noticed that you still held your breath and he looked over to your face. “You have to breathe or you’ll pass out” When you didn’t respond he removed his hand on your leg and loosened the arm on your stomach, but not completely moving it away. “Hey, you need to breathe, it’s going good” He put his hand on your cheek and you inhaled sharply. You let out a shaky breath after that and Dean kept talking to you about breathing.

“All done” Sam said, and he moved to the first aid kit to get a bandage to wrap your leg in. As he wrapped it around your leg Dean moved away completely from you. “We have to check your head too, okay?” You nodded a little as you turn to the side, with your face to Dean. He kneeled down and looked over at Sam with an expression you haven’t seen before. 

You flinched a little as Sam started to run his fingers gently over your head as he kept asking you where it hurt. You tensed a little when he moved his fingers over a little bulge. “You don’t need any stitches but you might have a concussion, and we need to get it clean from all of this blood too”

Dean nodded, even tho it was meant for you, and he rose up and walked up to the closet and pulled out a towel. He then went out of sight, but your heard water running. Dean came back with the wet towel and gave it to Sam. Sam cleaned you up and you were losing yourself to sleep. Your eyes were heavy and your breathing evened out. Less than a minute later you were asleep.

Better Than Him

Request: “1 & 8 & 16 & 20 for an imagine request? I know it’s a lot but you’re writing is amazing so I know it’ll work out :)”

1. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

8. “Why are you so jealous?”

16. “Just talk to me.”

20. “I think you’re just afraid to be happy.”


Trigger warning just so you know..



“Hey, sorry I couldn’t come over last night.. I got a little held up.” Y/n says with her fake smile on. As soon as she said that, I knew what she really meant. 

“Seriously y/n, when are you going to leave Jordan?” I say as I close the front door.

“Really, Shawn? I thought you said you’d leave him out of this. Besides, he makes me happy.” 

“Yeah sure. ‘Happy’. Do those bruises make you happy?” Y/n adjusts her jean jacket that she’s wearing.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about..’

“Sure you do. You walk in here holding on to that jacket for dear life hoping to god it doesn’t move so that I see them. You’re wearing sunglasses and bowing your head down. Y/n, you won’t even look me in the eye.” I walk towards her so I’m only inches away from her. She takes off her sunglasses and looks at me in the eyes. She has a faint dark purple mark around her left swollen eye, which you can tell she attempted to cover with makeup. I use one of hands to pull the top of her jacket down one of her shoulders and use the other to rub away the tear running down her cheek. She immediately flinched at my touch, but let me rub the tear away. I hate how Jordan instilled this fear in y/n, to fear any man’s touch. “y/n.. just talk to me.” I say as soothing as I can.

“Is this what you want?” Y/n says harshly, pushing me away. She throws her jacket down on the wooden floor. Bruises upon bruises cover her skin. “Huh? Is this what you wanted to see” throwing up her arms. “Are you fucking happy now?” the tears are streaming down her face by now.

“Y/n..”

“No. Shut up. Don’t ‘y/n’ me.” she clenches her fists. “Why are you so jealous?”

“You think I am jealous. You should be with someone that doesn’t leave marks like that on your skin. I think you’re just afraid to be happy. The actual happy.” daringly, I step closer to her.

Trembling, she says, “Stop trash talking MY boyfriend. Just be my friend and… and just stop talking about this.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“I knew coming here was a mistake.” she picks up her jacket off the ground and walks to the door with her back still facing me. “Don’t talk to me. Don’t even try to call me.” She opened the door and took one step outside. Y/n turned around to take one last look at me before slamming the door shut. As she shut the door the picture frames rattled against the wall. The only picture I have of us fell onto the floor and shattered. I ran to it and stared at it, allowing a tear fall onto the picture. What have I done? Will I ever see her again?




I walk out to my car that was parked in Shawn’s drive way. Sitting in the drivers seat, I pick up my phone to see 24 missed calls from Jordan in the last 10 minutes. If I don’t call him soon things will get way worse, if I call him things won’t be as bad. Giving in, I dial his phone number and he answers immediately.

“Where the FUCK have you been?” Jordan screams into the phone.

“Babe calm down..”

“I WON’T FUCKING CALM DOWN! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?”

“I’m at Shawn’s house.”

“What did I say about going over there?”

“Not to go over there or be around him when you aren’t around.”

“And what are you going to do?”

“Drive home.”

“You know what to do once you get home.” Jordan hangs up the phone shortly after. 

I’ve never shaken this bad before. I started the car up and drove down the street heading for my house, that Jordan now claimed as his own. My plan was to go to Shawn’s help to get out of this relationship because it was getting too much to handle. Just like Shawn has been saying. Every intention of mine was to get help, but as soon as I stood in front of his door I panicked. I will never be able to escape Jordan, so he’s told me multiple times. I pull up into the drive way and try to steady my breaths. I know what it coming up and there’s no way to escape it. “You know what to do once you get home.” Echoes through my head. Before I know it I am standing in front of my front door and unlocking it. “You know what to do” I go down the stairs to the basement, but as soon as I get down there I freeze into a statue in fear.

“Well what are you doing just standing there? You know what to do.” He says as he undoes his belt and pulls it out of his belt loops in his pants. I take off my jacket and lay it on the chair. Next I slide off my tank top over my head and unzip my shorts, laying both pieces of clothing on top of my jacket. Then I slide off my shoes and place them next to the chair.

“Lay down.”

“Please Jordan, you don’t have to do this.”

He whips the chair that’s holding my clothes, “Why must you always be so difficult?” He caresses my cheek with the belt, then slaps me with it. I yelp out in pain. “Don’t make me ask again.” He says, but I don’t move. Not moving was a bad choice because he punches me in the shoulder causing me fall to the ground. 

“How. Many. Times. Do. I. Have. To. Tell. You. To. Not. See. Him.” He says between whips to my body. After whipping me those times, he starts walking away from me while he is saying something. I crawl to my jacket which was holding my phone. I quickly dial “1″ on my phone, which I programmed to be Shawn in my phone. But the ringing caused Jordan to turn around. Shawn immediately picked up the phone.

“Y/n?” he worried.

But all I could whisper out was “S-Shawn.” Before I got a kick in the face causing me to black out.




Kind of different compared to my other writings. Let me know your thoughts! :)

Assassin!Harry (Part 2)

Harry is a trained, experienced assassin hired to kill Y/N but ends up, to his horror, starting to fall for her. 

You can read part one here.

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Y/N closed her dorm room door behind her, thankful that her roommate was spending the night with a friend in another room. She put her back to the cool wood of the door and slid down against it, landing on the floor with her arms wrapped around her knees. She wished she had been brave enough to invite Harry in, but something told her that spending more than 10 minutes in the tiny room was not something Harry would have been cut out for. If his nice, expensive truck was any indication, Y/N assumed that Harry was much more accustomed to an easy, lavish lifestyle than to dorm cells and broke college students.

As she went through the motions of getting ready to go to bed, Y/N realized that she wasn’t at all tired like she normally is after a long day at the daycare. She was exhausted when the last little boy was picked up, but being with Harry for the few minutes she was with him woke her up like a splash of cold water on her face. She smiled to herself, exhilarated with the feeling of butterflies in her stomach.

When she crawled into bed, she knew that she would not be falling asleep right away. However, she welcomed this newfound restlessness that came with her introduction to Harry. Every night for the past month, she had fallen asleep sad and borderline physically sick thinking about the cessation of her most recent relationship. She tried to think of other things, of course, but the memories of her last few weeks with her ex-boyfriend and how he treated her haunted her ceaselessly, and there was nothing she could do about it. She wondered if Harry would treat her well, something with which she was unfamiliar, and as she lay there in the dark, she decided that he would. She didn’t know him very well, of course, but for the first time in weeks she was going to fall asleep thinking about something that made her happy. What was the harm in assuming, for imagination’s sake, that Harry would be the kindest, most thoughtful boyfriend ever?

Y/N giggled to herself, staring at the ceiling in the dark. She couldn’t help but laugh as she realized that her thoughts were typical of an eighth grade girl–imaginative, hopeful, and far too exaggerated. But she didn’t care, because she was finally excited about something. She drifted off to sleep thinking about how desperately she wanted to see Harry again, and she hoped that he wanted to see her too.

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