Distracting a Moose

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Title: Distracting a Moose

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 478

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this cute Sam fluff! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! There will be a few surprises this week, so stay tuned! <3

Tonight you had too many beers while trying to research.  You lost count of how many beers you had, after the fourth beer.  You shut your book, giggling.  You slid the book towards Sam, hitting the back of his laptop.  You crawled on top of the table, sitting behind his laptop.  You reached over his screen, moving your hands in front of his screen, giggling like a little school girl.

Sam rolled his eyes, smiling at your drunken silliness.  Sam looked up from his computer, a smile spread across his face.  “[Y/N],” Sam swatted at your hands.  

“Yes Moose,” you answered playfully.  You started pushing buttons on his keyboard, laughing to yourself.  You laid on your back, your head hanging off the table.  

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Exo Scenario - Forbidden Love ~ Park Chanyeol

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Your families never really wanted you and Chanyeol to even be friends since you first became friends on your first day ever of your new school when you were very young. Your parents thought that Chanyeol was a stuck up, spoiled brat who had everything he could ever want. Which you knew that they were completely wrong at thinking that way of him as you saw him as a sweet, shy but funny friend who you loved being around because he always found ways of making things fun and that there wasn’t a dull moment. Though, Chanyeol’s parents had heard from Chanyeol about your personality being perfect for you and that he couldn’t have found a better best friend, was completely respectful towards you so what you couldn’t understand was how your parents could act that way when Chanyeol was they way you knew he was, though you weren’t going to let yourself be pushed further by your parents from their harsh comments or you were going to break.

After a few years, Chanyeol was casted into SM and debuted with EXO which you were so happy for him. You would always remind him that you were so proud of him and that you’ll stick by his no matter if things get tedious as best friends do and promise. Though over the years you’ve become to realize that you had strong feelings for Chanyeol which you knew that your parents wouldn’t allow and probably SM too. After a another couple of weeks of trying to see if it was just a heat of the moment sort of crush, you just fell even harder for him, and you weren’t going to keep it in for much longer because if you did, you’d actually break down and make a fool of yourself. However, their manager could clearly see it in your eyes that you had liked on of the members in which they had discussed with Lee Soo-Man about this situation and had explained to you that they’ll stop you from seeing your friends everyday and you were forbidden to come into the SM building if you were going to try get with one of the idols as you may “Ruin their reputation” but you weren’t going to let your feelings bottled up inside. 

Once Chanyeol was on break from schedules, you called him over to yours for “a catch up” though in reality you needed to get this off your chest. “Chanyeol?” You softly spoke as you both sat on your couch, with the TV on in the background as Chanyeol sweetly smiled at you, “Yeah?” he replied, poking your arm. “I need to confess something, I… um… Like you, in more of a friends way.” You finally confessed as your head instantly hung low as you played with your fingers and refused to look up at his reaction. Chanyeol was stunned as his eyes widened as he goes to say something but his mind stops him and he sits there in silence, you dying inside from the deadly silence which you didn’t want at all. “I’m sorry if this weird, anyway it’s just my feelings and I’ll just end up ruining your career.” You whispered as the tears fought but you managed to hold them back as Chanyeol gently placed his finger under your chin, lifting it up slightly. “Y/N? It’s okay, I like you too.” He said calmingly as you swatted his hand away without realizing. 

His smile disappeared as soon as your hand hit his away and he looked down, before going to do it again, but the same thing repeats as you got up and faced your back to him. “Y/N, why are you like this?” He asked, scared as he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, but gets elbowed in the stomach for him to let go of you, “Didn’t you listen to me Chanyeol?! I said that I would ruin your reputation!” You shouted as he stood up straightly and turned you around, slowly getting angered by all this, “Why the fuck would you think you’ll ruin MY reputation?!” He raised his voice as you tried to keep back the stinging tears, running your fingers through your hair and bit your lip nervously which slowly made him turned on somehow. “Because your  label company managers have all agreed and told me not to try ANYTHING with you for a relationship or i’ll be banished from SM to see you and your reputation will be ruined Chanyeol!” He threw his arms in the air as he threw himself back onto your couch and mumbled curses under his breath in which you let out a single tear as you go to walk out of the living room and into the kitchen to go get something to drink, and to get of his sight for the moment. As you come out of your fridge and walk off, you were pushed against the wall, and Chanyeol’s hands were either side of your head. “We’re not going to leave this all behind us, we both like each other, and don’t worry about SM, and my reputation.” He whispered huskily unto your year, and sends shivers down your spine from how lush his husky voice was.

After minutes of him staring into your eyes and biting his lip harshly as you were so quiet and didn’t know what to say, though you wanted to, you couldn’t bring it to yourself and push him away. “Chanyeol! We have to leave it!” You finally retaliated as he scoffed, and a smirk spread across his face as you started getting angry again and he kept teasing you by going in to kiss you but pulling away before your lips touched. “Chanyeol! I swear to god! Just leave this!” You shouted as he shook his head and before you could scowl at him again, his lips attached to yours, roughly taking control as the kiss became very heated and though you tried to pull away, he just kept getting your lips locked again anyway. The way he bit at your lip actually drove you over and you were so furious with him for being such a gorgeous, teasing fuck. He picked you up as you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist and he supported you by your ass, grabbing it firmly as your hands roam up to his hair, pulling on it slightly while it was gripped between your fingers and into fist everytime he bit your lip. He carefully placed you on the kitchen counter as he tugs at your top, managing to get it over your head and the heated kiss continued as you did the same for him, revealing his solid, chocolate abs while your fingers trailed along them until you got down to the hem of his jeans. Kisses then trailed down your jaw-line and your neck was now getting covered in hickeys as he sucks on your skin, receiving some little whines from you as he licked the sore areas.

Throughout the make-out session, you unbuckled his belt as you widened your legs a little so he could stand between them and your hands pulled both his jeans and boxers from around him so they fell on the floor as you grabbed his rock hard member, pumping it fastly as he groaned into your mouth. You finally had full control over him by this and you stepped down from the counter, knelt before him as you take him all in after licking the tip. His groans filled the whole room as you made humming sounds, giving him more satisfaction from the vibration and he took chunks of your hair into his first as he guided you to go quicker, hitting the back of your throat as you gagged before pulling away, and getting lift to be but back on the counter. Your shorts were removed quickly as he ripped off your panties, and rubbed your sensitive nub repeatedly as he used his other hand to spread your legs more open, and his tongue glided up your thighs and teased around your entrance. You whimper as he smiles up at you and latched his lips onto your nub, licking fastly and sucking now and again. His fingers enter you at the same time as he pumped them in and out of you, hitting the correct sport repeatedly as your legs shook and you whined loudly as you come to your high, and he still kept going until you begged for him to stop, “Chanyeol, please! I can’t!”

Once he was finished, he licked his lips then his fingers, and a grin was plastered on his face. After you had came down from your high, you pull him in for another kiss as his hands roamed your body, cupping your clothes breasts and then going under the bra as he squeezed them, before letting his hands roam down to your hips, gripping them firmly as the kiss continued. He pulled you off the counter, turned you around and bent you over the counter as he teased his member at you entrance, and you begged for no teasing though he wouldn’t give up. Though you gasped for air as he, without the heads up, entered his member inside of you, letting you adjust before he began thrusting heavily and slapped your ass before grabbing it tightly. The sound of moans and grunts now started to fill the room as you pleaded for him to go faster, as from this you were getting so much pleasure, as himself as the tightness was giving him amazing friction which made him go crazy, going quicker. “Fuck! You’re so tight!” He grunted as he grabbed your arms and held them behind your back, you loudly whining from the second high you were coming up to, “Chanyeol! Fuck… I’m close!!!” You moaned as he went even quicker, bringing you over the edge once again but helped you ride you through your high as his thrusts became choppy as he was close to his. He pulled out quickly as he pumps himself as he came on your ass cheeks. 

After you both calmed down, he sweetly helped clean you up and himself before he picks you up after chucking on his shorts he had in his bag and threw you his jumper that was too big for you, and carried you to the living room as he laid you down and laid next to you, wrapping his long arms around you as you cuddled up to his chest, “So, you want to leave it now?” He asked with a little bit of teasing in his voice and you tiredly shake your head and hummed a ‘no’. “Good because I’m not going to let any other guys take my girl, you’re mine beautiful.” He added as you giggled and looked up at him. “I love you,” You said as he smiled, lifting your chin up a little more to give you that small little kiss that you rejected him from doing earlier, “I love you too.”


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the Locker Room

Prompt: Liam and the reader are enemies but later start liking each other

Warnings: well, Liam and the reader don’t really like each other at first so some harsh words are exchanged. But then they make out in the girls’ locker room which is kinda awkward because I didn’t really know how to write it so yeah

Being one of the only girls on the lacrosse team had its perks. For example, boys. Practices were like heaven, watching their muscles flex as they ran and just exercised in general. Of course, after practice, they stunk to high heaven and I didn’t want them to come anywhere near me, but that was beside the point.

           The second perk was Kira. I met her on the day of tryouts, and she quickly became my best friend. Her love for Marvel and my love for action had us constantly throwing movie marathons which turned into sleepovers when we saw how late at night it was.

           All the attention was definitely the third perk. I mean, Kira and I were the talk of the school. The team was completely male dominated, but our small estrogen edition seemed to draw a crowd of feminists and guys who just wanted to look at a chick playing rough. Coach was happy about that; there was a bigger turn-out at the games, and the school newspaper frequently printed segments advertising us.

           It was great. Really, I loved it. But… all of the good things could be sucked away as soon as Liam Dunbar and I made eye contact.

           In my opinion, he was beyond stupid. Dunbar was always very competitive with me- I guessed that it was because we were the only freshmen on the team because he seemed alright with Kira, so it couldn’t be that I was a girl. He threw temper tantrums a lot, which always resulted in Scott, Kira’s boyfriend, and Stiles, Kira’s… weird… friend, rushing him off into the locker room. Coach used to yell at them when they did that, but eventually he got tired and just rolled his eyes.

           That made me angry. Why the hell was Dunbar so special? Why was he allowed to be escorted off the field by his junior fairy-godmothers? It just wasn’t fair.

           The Friday that I finally lost it was the one that followed our first loss of the season. Last night, in the middle of the game, Dunbar decided that he wasn’t going to pass me the freaking ball liked we had practiced. That pissed me off. He ended up scoring, but I was too mad to care. When I got the ball, I acted like I didn’t see him waiting for me to pass it to him. I scored. The crowd cheered. I basked in the glory until a rough shove to my shoulder jerked me out of the happy haze.

           It was Dunbar, and he wasn’t happy. Through his mask, he spit, “What the hell? Why didn’t you pass to me?”

           I laughed. “Just returning the favor, thickhead. You didn’t pass to me either. And I scored anyway, so I don’t know why you’re getting your tighty-whiteys in a wad.”

           “You’re kidding me, right?” He stepped closer; our masks were pressed together as he shouted. “You’re acting like a child. We’re in the middle of the game.”

           Scoffing, I shoved his chest. “You’re the one who’s acting like a child, Dunbar. Now get out of my face before I make you.”

           He let out a sharp snort of derision. “I’d just love to see you try.”

           Hands were pulling us apart suddenly. Kira had her arms around my shoulders while Scott and Stiles held onto Dunbar’s arms. Coach and the referee were sprinting over to us. Faintly, I could hear Scott muttering, “Hey, Liam, you got this. Stay in control. Breathe.”

           Stiles was chanting as well, although I wouldn’t exactly define his words as ones of encouragement. “You freaking idiot, chill out! You’re going to shift in front of all these people! Because of a girl? You’re kidding me, right? We have a game to play.”

           Kira spun me around. “Y/N, what- are you okay?” Her dark eyes looked me over anxiously.

           “Oh, I’m fine.” Then I raised my voice, knowing he could hear. “Dunbar is just pitching a bitch fit like he’s five and making everything about him again. Nothing new.”

           “What?” Dunbar snarled- I mean, he actually snarled. “You’re the one who’s not following the plays. You won’t pass to me because of your silly little grudge.”

           I was screaming. “You didn’t pass to me first! So how dare you get mad when I do the same?”

           “Are you-” He lurched against Stiles and Scott’s tight hold. “I didn’t see you!”

           “That’s bull and you know it, Dunbar!” I shrieked. “You looked me dead in the eyes and then kept running. You just wanted to compensate with a big win for something smaller, am I right?”

           To make a long story short, by the time Coach got over to us, we were both cussing, so he benched us. “I can’t believe you two.” He angrily shoved his clipboard under his arm. “Okay, yeah, Dunbar, kind of expected it because of your record- no hard feelings- but Y/N? Really? You’re going to try and fight him?”

           I raised an eyebrow. “Are you insinuating that I couldn’t take him out? Because I could, if you’d like a demonstration.”

           Dunbar laughed coldly. “I would love to see that happen.”

           Whirling on him, I pushed his shoulder. “Do you want to go Dunbar?”

           Coach stuck his arm in between our faces, which were so close that our noses were almost touching. “That is enough!” He roared. “Tomorrow night’s practice, you both are staying after. You’re going to help me clean the gear. And… and… you both better be here Saturday morning. I think a little PT is in order. It’ll be a bonding experience. Might make you like each other.” At the dirty looks Dunbar and I exchanged, Coach back-tracked. “Or maybe it’ll just make you hate each other all the more. Well, my advice to you is- bottle it up and use it on the field. But not against each other for crying out loud!”

           Then we lost the game because Scott and Stiles were benched for some illegal hits- I had a sneaking suspicion that they did it on purpose- and towed Dunbar off to the locker rooms, leaving our team without its captain and some of its best players.

           So yeah, that was mainly the reason why my Friday sucked. I knew I was going to have to stay after. Kira was more understanding than my parents. They chewed me out. She only promised that we could reschedule the Iron Man marathon.

           “Seriously, it’s no big deal.” Kira assured me as I thanked her, slipping my Nikes on. “I just wish you and Liam could get along.”

           I hit my head on the bench when I jerked upwards so fast, quickly brushing off her concerned hands. “Me and Dunbar? Get along? I happen to be a big fan of our relationship. I hate him and he hates me. It’s perfect.”

           Kira pursed her lips as she shimmed into her shorts. “That’s nice, but… do you really hate him?”

           “Well…” I thought it over. Kira was my best friend; I told her everything. I figured this was no different. It wasn’t like she was going to go squealing to anyone. “I mean, yeah, he pisses me off a lot, but… sometimes he’s funny. And he’s definitely not ugly. But you didn’t hear that from me, got it?”

           Hesitantly, Kira nodded. “Okay, but… I mean, no offense, but I think it would make the team more of a team if you tried to focus on those things instead of how angry he makes you and maybe attempted to get along. Plus, it would be nice not having to stop him from ripping your throat out.”

           “Hey!” I settled my hands on my hips. “I am more than capable of ripping Dunbar’s throat out if the time comes.”

           “Please,” I jumped, spinning around to see Coach standing in the doorway with his eyes covered. “Just stop, Y/L/N. I don’t want to give up my Sunday for you, too. Just put some clothes on and get out on the field.”

           I pretended to think about it. “I don’t know, Coach, I kinda like this look.” I gestured to my shorts and sports-bra. “It makes me feel much freer.”

           “That only makes me worry. Thank you for making my gray hairs grow faster.” He said sarcastically, shifting his weight while still keeping his eyes covered. “Now get on the field!” Coach left then, shaking his head and muttering something about ‘teenage girls are weird.’

           Kira giggled. When I looked at her and asked, “What?” she only shook her head and tossed me my shirt. I slipped it over my head, and we jogged out.

           Everyone was waiting for us, it seemed. Scott came over with a smile on his face, Stiles and Liam trailing him like always. “Hey guys.” He greeted, nodding to me and pecking Kira’s cheek.

           “Hello.” Stiles said awkwardly, scratching his head under his helmet. I guessed he was playing goalie today.

           “Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence.” Liam muttered. I smirked and flipped my ponytail over my shoulder, retailing with, “You don’t have to thank me. Just know you’re welcome.” Liam was about to get his revenge when Coach blew sharply on his whistle and told us to take a few laps.

           Kira, Stiles, and I all jogged at the same pace while Liam and Scott ran up ahead. “So, Kira, did it work?” Stiles panted.

           “Did what work?” I asked.

           “Oh,” Stiles faltered. “Maybe it was a bad idea to ask with you right there.”

           “Maybe you should tell me what the hell you’re talking about, Stilinski.”

           “Alright!  Hey, no need to bust out the last names. We’re cool; we’re good here.”

           Kira rolled her eyes. “He’s talking about the talk we had in the locker room. About Liam. And maybe you and him working out your differences.”

           My mouth dropped open. “You put her up to that?” I almost screamed. I knew people were looking, but I didn’t care.

           Stiles gestured for me to quiet down. “No need to raise your voice, little one! We had the same talk with Liam in the guys’ locker room.”

           Bitterly, I asked, “Well? What? Same results?”

           Raising his eyebrows, he looked over at Kira. “Depends on what you said, Y/N.”

           Gasping, I smacked Kira’s arm. “Don’t you even think about selling me out!” I warned. She gave me a cool look before suggesting, “Well, then, maybe you should tell Stiles what you said. It’s you or me.”

           “I don’t want to tell Stiles!” I whined. “He’s just going to blab to Scott who will blab to Dunbar.”

           “Nonsense!” Stiles protested. “I am a trustworthy guy. I won’t tell Scott; I’ll tell Lydia. Who will probably tell Liam directly.”

           It was my turn to roll my eyes. “Whatever. I’m done with this conversation. Kira, if you know what’s good for you, you won’t tell him crap.” Then I took off at full speed, shooting past and weaving through groups of guys. Being the smallest person on the team had its advantage- I was the fastest. Another thing that pissed Dunbar off about me.

           Because I could, as I sprinted past Scott and Dunbar, I shouted, “On your left!”

           “Go to hell!”  Dunbar yelled. I just laughed, “See you there, babe!”

           This went on for the next three laps: I would pass Dunbar, say something to him that would piss him off, and then zip on right ahead of him. On the fifth and final lap, when I came up behind him, I made a very dumb, split-second decision. I smacked Dunbar right on the ass before sprinting as fast and hard as I could.

           “That’s it.” I heard him growl.  Scott warned, “No, Liam, don’t-” But I guessed he didn’t listen. I didn’t bother looking back; I was almost at the stopping point. My lungs and legs burned, and the back of neck was sticky with sweat.

           Something hit my back, and then I was rolling. People started yelling, but I couldn’t really make out what they were saying over the blood rushing through my ears.

           Dunbar glared down at me, and I fixed him with a fiery stare. “What the hell is your problem?” I screeched in his face, trying to worm my way out from underneath his body. His hands tightened around my wrists, pinning them to the ground beside me.

           “You’re my problem!” He barked. Breathing heavily, I brought my legs up to the point my feet touched my butt. Using my hips, I thrust upwards and to the side, dumping him off of me. The move obviously took him by surprise.

           I was just about to start wailing on him when someone picked me up around the waist and hauled me over his shoulder. I recognized those damn shoes. “Stiles!” I pounded on his back. “Put me down!”

           Stiles shook me slightly. “Um, no? Why would I do that? You guys are trying to kill each other! Again!

           “Stiles!” I thrashed against him, but nothing seemed to faze him. Suddenly tired, I let my arms hang limply, stretching towards the ground. Through Stiles’s legs, I could see Scott chewing Liam out. Kira came to his side, speaking quietly in Scott’s ear. I had a hard time hearing what they were saying because everyone was running over and yelling.

           Coach somehow overpowered them all. “Separate them! Stilinski, take Y/L/N over there! This has got to stop! McCall, you’re- taking Dunbar to the showers again. Fine. Whatever. Everyone, settle down! Take another lap to get all of that excitement out of your system.”

           Grunting, Stiles set me down. I watched Scott disappear into the school with Dunbar and Kira. I looked at Stiles, and then back at the doors. Stiles seemed to catch on. “No no no no no. Y/N, don’t you dare-”

           It was too late. I sprinted for the doors, ignoring Coach’s yells and Stiles’s promised shouts, “I’ll get her Coach! I’ve got her! You just go back to… coaching…”

           I knew that Stiles was sprinting after me- and that skinny bastard could move when he wanted to- so I pushed myself, throwing the door open and running as fast as I could for the boys’ locker room. As I pounded through the entry way, I could see shadows in the corner, and water running. Was the shower on?

           I skidded to a stop, peeking my head around the corner.

           Dunbar was puffing under a constant stream of water, back against the wall, eyes closed. Scott was squatting beside him; Kira was standing on his other side. “This has got to stop, dude.” Scott clapped him on the shoulder. “You’re putting her in danger.”

           “Don’t you think I know that?” His eyes flashed open, a furious golden tint to them. “But she’s just so… and I can’t… and it pisses me off!” Dunbar slammed his fist into the tile, completely shattering it. Bits and pieces shot up, scattering all around him. “It’s like I can’t control myself around her! I get so angry because I can’t…” His voice caught in his throat. He shook his head. “And then I do something stupid…”

           Kira stroked his hair, pushing it off his forehead. “We know, Liam. Calm down. We’re going to figure something out.”

           “You guys keep saying that.” He closed his eyes again. In that moment, I found him… very nice looking. His gray shirt was soaked, clinging to his toned chest. Droplets slid down his neck; his hair looked darker, messy. His full lips were pink and inviting.

           “Because it’s true!” Kira insisted.

           Scott sighed. “Did you talk to her?” His mocha eyes were wide and earnest.

           Tentatively, Kira nodded. “Yes… but she didn’t want me to tell you.” When Scott gave her a look, she threw her hands up. “Hey, she is my best friend!”  

           I didn’t realize that Stiles had caught up until he announced, “Yeah, your best friend that part-times as a peeping tom!”


So I got caught. Dunbar was pissed, Kira was pissed, Scott was pissed, Stiles was pissed, Coach was pissed… everyone was ticked off.

           “I don’t know what the hell you were thinking,” Coach was beet red as he ranted in my face, “but that was the stupidest thing I had ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot, thanks to Greenberg.”

           Yawning, I watched the other players pick up their stuff and head to the locker rooms. “Coach, I’m pretty much immune to scolding. I’ve been bitched out three times today now. You might as well save your breath because I’m just tuning you out.”

           Coach sputtered.

           “Not trying to be disrespectful.” I tacked on at the end, hoping it wasn’t too late.

           “Well that was a nice save.” Coach waved his clipboard behind him. “Go ahead and meet Dunbar in the weight room. I left the equipment and cleaning supplies in there. I’ll be in my office. And if you two decide to fight, I won’t break it up. I’ll let you kill each other. I’m getting too old for this.” With that, Coach stalked back into the building.  


The weight room was exactly what it sounded like- it was a square building with one room that was filled with weights. There wasn’t any air-conditioning, and it always smelled like butt.

           Dunbar was already seated on the side of a treadmill, furiously wiping the inside of a helmet. “Nice of you to show up.” He snickered.

           “Yeah, well, I was getting my ass chewed. Does that make you feel any better?”

           “Loads.” He threw the can of Clorox wipes at me. “I’ve already started on the helmets. You wanna do the pads?”

           “If you lace up the sticks.” I consented. With an eye roll, he nodded. We worked in silence for the longest time, cleaning and fixing the gear. It was a bit of a surprise to me. Why weren’t we bickering? How come he was so quiet? What was he thinking about?

           Coach poked his head in. “It’s too quiet.” Dunbar and I just looked at each other. “I don’t believe this. It’s too weird. A little bit of yelling never hurt anybody.”

           Once he had left, Dunbar turned to me. “How much did you hear earlier?” He looked at me with his intense blue eyes. “Back in the locker room, I mean.”

           I mulled over my options. I could either lie or tell the truth. I figured that the truth would piss him off the most, so that’s what I told him. “You were talking about how angry I make you. Scott said that you were putting me in danger, and then you said that you couldn’t do something, and that it made you lose control. It made you really angry.”

           Dunbar ran his hand over his face. “Why did you even come in there, Y/N?” He sounded tired. Not upset in the slightest. Damn.

           I shrugged. “I don’t know. I was mad after you tackled me, and wanted to see why you always escape to the locker room with Scott.”

           He let out a puff of air, laying back across the treadmill. His shirt lifted a tad to reveal his stomach. “Okay, well, don’t do it again, alright?” I didn’t say anything. Dunbar laid there for a little while longer. Then he sat up abruptly. “You done with yours?”

           Nodding, I set the last elbow pad down. “Just finished.”

           He held open one of the bags and I began to stuff equipment inside. Once we had finished with that, we stowed everything away in the storage closet, and went to tell Coach that we were done.

           “Oh, you’re still alive.” He looked us over briefly before returning to whatever he was working on. “Go change out of your clothes; you both smell. Be here tomorrow at seven thirty. You’re going to be trying out some of these military workouts I found on YouTube the other day. I suggest eating a light breakfast.”

           Dreading tomorrow, Dunbar and I went our separate ways. The janitor was mopping up the girls’ locker room when I walked inside. “Hi.” I greeted softly. She just nodded and stepped out.

           I had just slipped into my clothes- thankfully- when the door swung open. In the threshold was a red-cheeked Dunbar, gripping his change of clothes with a sour expression.

           “Um, what do you think you’re doing?” I asked. “This is the girls’ locker room.”

           “The boys’ locker room is closed. Coach just left and the janitor locked up.”

           “Really?” I crossed my arms. “How did you get your clothes then?”

           “I left them sitting out. The janitor was putting them in the lost and found when I caught up to her.”

           “Okay. Why can’t you change in the bathroom?”

           “Because they’re all locked.”

           “Just drive home in your gym clothes. It won’t kill you, I promise.”

           “No. I’m changing now.” Dunbar threw his clothes on the bench and yanked off his shirt. I quickly averted my gaze, focusing on tying my shoes.

           Alright, I couldn’t help it. I kept sneaking peeks at him, watching his arms flex as he moved, back rippling, veins standing out along his arms and hands. It was confusing. He made me so angry, but at the same time…

           “What are you looking at?” I snapped out of it instantly, blinking. Dunbar had his shirt and jeans on now. “Do you like me or something?” He teased, shifting his weight on his sock-covered feet.

           I blanched. “Oh no, sweetheart. Don’t flatter yourself. Besides, I think you like me.” I smirked, feeling quite accomplished.

           “No, I’m pretty sure that you like me.” Dunbar sneered. “Maybe that’s why you like to push my buttons so much.”

           “You definitely like me.” I stood up, edging my way towards him. “Did you like having me under you earlier?”

           Dunbar stepped up to the plate; we were almost chest to chest. “Not as much as you did. ‘Cause you like me. I drive you crazy. Your heart beats faster whenever I’m around, and you don’t even realize it.”

           I put a finger on his chest to accentuate my point. “You like me, and it pisses you off because you think that you can’t have me.”

           He shook his head. “I don’t think; I know.” He looked at the ground between us. “It wouldn’t be safe for you.”

           “What, because you’ve got an I.E.D.? That’s stupid.” I cocked my head to the side as my voice took on a much softer quality. “Liam…”

           His blue eyes met mine. “You’ve never called me that before.” He whispered.

           I wrinkled my nose. “What?”

           “You’ve never called me ‘Liam’ before. I’m always ‘Dunbar’.”

           “Oh,” I watched him chew on his lip. “I never noticed that.”

           “Yeah, well, I always do.”

           We didn’t say anything for what felt like the longest time. My heart was pounding in my ears at our close proximity. I could feel every breath he took, almost. It was hot- sweltering, even. I could feel my cheeks blazing.

           “Y/N?” Liam murmured. “Be honest with me for a second. What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

           “I would kiss you back.” I answered, blatantly honest. I didn’t have it in me to put up any pretenses; I was too captivated in the way his lips moved, wondering how they would feel and taste. “I’m not rude.”

           “Okay.” He breathed, hand coming up to cup my cheek. “So, I’m going to kiss you now.”

           “Because you like me.” His tongue darted out to wet his nervous lips.

           “Only because you like me.”

           “That doesn’t make any sense.” I said, breathless. Our lips brushed each other as he spoke. “It sounded a lot better in my head.”

           That’s when I lost it. My patience, that is. My fingers knotted in his hair, pitching him forward. The second our lips met I sucked in a deep breath, molding my body to his, holding him as close to me as I could. Liam’s hands left my face to grip my hips and then slid down to my ass, squeezing, indulging in the soft supple skin. I bit down on his lower lip, earning a hiss.

           “Too soon?” He panted as his hands retreated to their position on my hips.

           “Bingo.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, planting another kiss on his rosy lips.

           “Sorry.” He chuckled. “Just had to get you back for slapping my ass earlier.”

           I giggled. “Then I better have the opportunity to pin you down sometime.”

           “I am so okay with that.” Liam grinned, giving me a softer, more sensual kiss. I cupped his jaw, stretching on my tip toes, allowing his arms to wind around me, tugging me closer.

           “What the hell?” We both jerked away to see a wide-eyed, open-mouthed, red-faced Coach Finstock.

           Blushing, I shoved Liam’s chest. He didn’t even budge. “I thought you said that he was gone!”

           “I was!” Coach held up his coffee mug. “I forgot this. Now I’m wishing I had just left it.”

           “Nothing was happening-” Liam started to protest, but Coach cut him off. “Nothing was- Dunbar, you were making out in the locker room!” He ran his fingers through his thinning hair. “Is this why you two were so quiet earlier? Were you plotting? Maybe going for it on the mats?”

           Laughing, I shook my head. “Oh my God, no, Coach. We literally just found out that we like each other like five minutes ago.”

           Liam grinned. “So you do like me! You just admitted it!”

           “Oh my God, Dunbar, you’re so dense. Obviously I like you, otherwise I wouldn’t have just let you get away with groping my ass.”

           “I think I like it better when you call me Liam.” He said as Coach covered his ears, “I don’t want to hear any more! Go home and do whatever you like, just… not in my locker room, for God’s sake!”

[Whouffaldi fic challenge time.]

The Doctor and Clara lay side-by-side in the large canopy bed, Clara under the sheets, the Doctor on top. His hoodie was pulled over his head, his shoulders up around his ears.

‘Do you think they’re going to go away anytime soon?’ Clara asked in a hushed tone, hearing the slight scuffling and whispering outside the door.

‘Doubtful,’ the Doctor rumbled.

Clara sniffed, climbed out from under the covers, and rolled on top of the Doctor. ‘Then I suppose we’d better get started.’

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Are You Okay? - Draco Malfoy (Part 2)

Part One

Draco had been getting better.  His scars had almost completely healed over but they would never truly disappear.  You visited him every night and stayed till Madam Pomfrey shooed you off the next morning, or that night if she wasn’t in a good mood. You were still pissed off at Harry, who you hadn’t seen since a day or two before the incident.

You were in the great hall eating dinner with Blaise and Pansy, but you weren’t really paying attention to anything that was being said, you weren’t paying attention to anything really, that was, until Harry Potter walked through the doors.  Your entire body filled with anger as you watched the practically careless boy waltz over to the Gryffindor table.  You seethed at him and eventually got up to confront him, completely ignoring the questioning looks you were getting from the rest of your table.

“POTTER!” You shouted when you got close enough for him to hear and see you.  He looked slightly worried when he saw how angry you were but tried to cover it.

“Get up. Now.” You said, just enough intimidation in your voice to scare him. He did as you said, slowly, thinking that you wouldn’t do anything to hurt him.  

“What the hell was that for?” You interrogated.  He looked confused. As usual.

“Why did you curse Draco like that?  What has he ever done to you to deserve that level of punishment? Well Potter?”  You eyes never left Harry’s, you didn’t blink, just glared at him, waiting for a response.  You didn’t get one.  You waited. 5…4…3…2…1.  That was it. You had gave him enough time and yet he refused to respond to a simple question.  You pulled out your wand and were about to point it at his neck when a cold hand grabbed you by the arm.

“Y/N, don’t.” Said the familiar voice of your boyfriend. His voice was shaking slightly and you could tell he was still in pain.  You lowered your wand and turned to face him. His face was still paler than usual but not as pasty as he was the last time you had seen him, which was probably why he was out of bed for the first time in over a week.

“You were lucky this time Potter.” You glared at him once more, as did Draco, before you took his hand and you both walked over to the Slytherin table.

Draco sat down and you took your place next to him and rested your head on his shoulder, being careful not to hurt him.  He placed his arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

“What was that?” He asked a hint of laughter in his voice, something you hadn’t heard from him in a while. You smiled up at him, seeing the smile that you loved.

“Sorry, i just wanted to know why he hurt you like that.  It seemed a bit much.”

“It seemed like you were doing more than talking, you looked ready to kill him.” He smiled at you again but you just stared up at him, happy to see him out of the hospital wing.

“I’m glad you’re better Draco.” He pulled you closer to him in a tight embrace.

“Me too.” You leaned up and kissed him, his gentle lips caressing yours.

anonymous asked:

Can we possibly get a fic with sufin as toddlers playing house?

Yes, you may indeed omg–


Berwald tugged at the loose collar of his shirt as best he could with the long sleeves. The glasses were too big and kept falling down his nose, but he tried his best to keep them on. He had to look like an adult after all, especially for this game.

He was watching Tino to finish putting on his mother’s jewellery and father’s shirt, saying that he liked both sets of clothes and couldn’t decide which. He thought that was very brave of Tino, as Berwald considered himself to shy to attempt something like that.

“And… Done!” Tino announced proudly, stepping down off of the stool and waving the long shirt arms at Berwald. “We’re gonna be adults! Mama and papa’s house can be our house and- and you can be the papa and I can be the mama!”

“Isn’t being a mama for girls?” Berwald asked with a small frown, pushing up his glasses again.

Tino shook his head immediately. “My mama said anyone can be a mama, even a boy! So I’ll be the mama.”

With that, he walked over and hooked his little arm around Berwald’s, attempting to appear proper and sophisticated. They then began to walk through the downstairs of the house, beginning with the front room. “Oh, look at all the furniture! We need a new person to help us paint.”

Berwald simply nodded in agreement.

“Darling, you can fix the chairs can’t you?”

Berwald nodded again. He couldn’t really, but he was sure his papa could help. When they arrived at the kitchen, Tino commented on the “wide selection” of food that had been set out for them (which was really just some orange squash and a few cookies) and the two had pretended to eat like adults as they quickly demolished the food.

And so that was the rest of the game. They simply walked through the house, Tino commenting on the various details and attempting to look like a husband and his wife. Soon though, it was evident Tino was becoming sleepy, so Berwald turned to him.

“M’ wife…” he said quietly. “’m tired.”
Tino yawned and patted Berwald’s arm. “It’s ok, dear… I am too.. Let’s go to bed.”

With that they retired upstairs, Tino insisting that they had to sleep in his mama and papa’s bed to be like adults. So, with some difficulty, they managed to hoist themselves up on the bed and get beneath the covers.

“Now we kiss!” Tino said, turning to Berwald.

“Kiss? Wha’s tha’?” Berwald asked.

Tino frowned. “Dunno… Adults do it. I think it’s where you put your mouths together.”

“… Oh,” Berwald said, but complied. He leaned forward and swiftly pressed his mouth to Tino’s, before settling beneath the covers. Tino lay down too and cuddled up next to Berwald, insisting that adults did that too.

“Goodnight, my husband,” Tino said sleepily, eyes closing.

“G’night… m’ wife.”


alternative hypothesis. 11x05 coda. (ao3)

Dean keeps being rude just to see if he’ll feel guilty about it after.

Sam is so excited about the damn murders. It’s endearing, actually. But Dean doesn’t know how to say he’s jealous, so he makes fun of Sam instead. Tries to deter him from going.

They end up in the stupid tourist trap, anyway. The tackiness of the place itself doesn’t kill Sam’s enthusiasm, so Dean does it for him. Tears the place apart, rips the sound boxes out of the walls, pulls out the wiring rigged to make the lights flicker. He points to all of it like an accusation. He ruins the magic on purpose.

He feels like shit, and he relishes it right up until Sydney has them tied up in the basement.

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Avengers Fic: Phil Coulson Knows Tony Stark's Supervillain Name, pt 2

((I wanted to write the minions.  I missed the minions.  So, enjoy part two of “SHIELD’s Supervillain Response Team” and Tony Stark’s rather over reaction to that concept.))

“This job is worth it for no other reason than this cafeteria. I am not kidding. I would do unreasonable things for this organization if the agreed to continue feeding me.” Drew hunched over his bowl of miso soup, his eyes at half mast, his cheeks flushed. “Unreasonable, possibly illegal things.”

Darcy settled into her chair, setting her tray down in front of her. “We all have our breaking point,” she said. “And yours is pathetically low.”

“Says the woman who flirts with the sushi chef to get the good stuff,” Drew said. He moved his chair to the side, giving Shawn space to set his own tray down. Shawn was always late to lunch, and usually had a file folder or two under his arm. Today, he was balancing his lunch on top of a couple of binders, and it took effort for him to get everything onto the table without losing half of his soup.

“I work with what I have.” Darcy separated her chopsticks with a snap. “And what I have is fantastic.”

“What am I doing here?” Harris asked. He seemed uninterested in the answer; his focus was entirely on his sandwich. “Actually, I was here first. What are all of you doing here?”

“You, sir, are the token straight person at this table,” Drew said. He grinned at Harris. “We have to keep one around or the establishment will figure out our cunning plan.”

“We have a cunning plan?” Shawn asked. He was happily dumping chili oil into his bowl of noodles. “When do I get to find out what it is?”

“Never. You’ll break under questioning.”

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