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100 Prompts That Will Make You Cry: Part 1

Unfortunately, my amigos, we managed to come up with 100 prompts. Here’s part 1:

  1. You’re a ghost haunting your own funeral. You see that nobody showed up.
  2. What are these strangers doing in your house? You’re confused and angry, it’s been a week and it seems like they’re not leaving, they’re not even paying attention to you. You’re the ghost haunting your house without knowing it.
  3. A single man and dog run the Iditarod only to show up with the medicine for his daughter too late. This is his story.
  4. You fight for a noble cause. You complete all the necessary steps. You reach the top of the world doing good deeds to improve peoples lives. It’s your first day of retirement and you watch your hard work comes undone before your eyes.
  5. “You can’t understand how it is to feel this worthless. I just want it all to go away! I want it all to STOP!”
  6. Despite everything they did, everything they went through. It was made clear that their attempts were pointless, as they were too late to save them.
  7. The only thing left for you to do was to leave forever
  8. You didn’t visit your parent figure in hospital the day before they passed away because you wanted to finish your homework. Less than 24 hours later, you get a message from your sibling. “They passed away this morning.”
  9. No matter how hard you try, they just laugh at you. You are a joke, a game, you don’t matter. You’ve had enough.
  10. “Robert, you can’t just leave! There are fifty kids waiting for you! You promised you’d get us out alive. You told them so!” “No, darling, I promised I’d get us out alive. Us, being me and my 500 grand. Thanks for your help, by the way. Sorry about the boiled alive thing. Chao!”
  11. Why did you leave me? It’s been 15 years. Why did you leave? I can’t just accept the fact that you showed up on my doorstep expecting an apology. I have a family now. And I can’t let you pull me into your problems.
  12. Your school, company, or organisation has required you to go to therapy for a potentially traumatic incident. This is the session when you decide to tell the story of becoming estranged from your last living relative.
  13. You can only watch the live news helplessly as, thousands of miles away, an tsunami happens in the country your best friend happens to be visiting
  14. “My head is full of you but my arms are empty.”
  15. Best Friends Forever", we used to say. But now we aren’t even talking anymore. When I see them anywhere, another person is by their side, a new best friend. And I, I am all alone.
  16. Person A shares something that no one knew about them and it is very personal and then they get outcasted by their family and person B is the only one to support them as they cry.
  17. The fire was pretty, swirling in shades of blue and green and purple, if you could ignore the fact it was destroying the planet.
  18. A crying child in the hospital bed looks to you for answers. She wants to know where her mommy is. You have no answer.
  19. “I cannot take it anymore, Sam. You don’t tell me anything, you’ve been disappearing for hours, you have phone calls you don’t want me to hear, and now you forgot our anniversary. I’m done being patient. I have packed my things, you can keep the car and the house. Goodbye.” A small box fell out of his fingers, and a ring with a diamond shining merrily on the band rolled away, as the phone stopped playing out the voicemail.
  20. You unlock your phone, and, ignoring the shaking of your hand, answer the call. “Hey” you say, not even trying to compress the wound, too far gone as you already are, “no, i’m fine. I’ll be with you in a minute or two…”
  21. I knew it would be there, I saved for this special occasion. It was my deserved reward after a shitty day and it was gone. The cupcake was gone.
  22. it was finally summer, his favorite season. He sat up in his bed and told you all about what he did last year. He rode his bike everywhere, he played so many games with his friends, he swam in the town park pool… you were the doctor, and you had come in to bring his parents out of the room to talk to them about how the cancer had spread unexpectedly.
  23. You’ve just had an unpleasant lunch with your family and one of your siblings has just told you that you’ve been horrible the entire meal. What now?
  24. Your mom starts crying
  25. you walk down the street and you see a familiar face. Your heart starts beating faster and you speed up, because Gosh, you haven’t seen them in the longest time, but then as you are about to reach them and scream their name, you suddenly stop because remember that it can’t be them because you’re now on the other side of the world, and you left the person you love far away….
  26. It’s your grandfather’ funeral. The place is packed, he was loved by so many. Then, a small child puts a cup of coffee by his ashes.. (“Have this grandpa, it’s time to wake up”)
  27. The person you love has to be killed in order to save other people. Their death guarantees the others’ safety and it is the right thing to do, and they want to do it, but you have to kill them. So you do.
  28. you have the power to bring back the dead. You quickly realize that this comes with draw-backs since certain parts of them stay dead. someone close to you had an accident and this is the most difficult decision of your life.
  29. the smallest coffins are the heaviest.
  30. Her answer is to gently cup your face with trembling hands. Her smile is gentle and so, so sad. Her breathy whisper reaches your ears, “because love is watching someone die,” and shatters your world.
  31. It had always been her. From the first day you saw her, you knew that she was the one, the one you wanted to spend your entire life with. Day by day, that future became a little more solid, a little more opaque. Until you watched it shrivel, collapse and die when strangers pulled a frail, familiar body out of the wreck.
  32. you wake up to silence, except for the sound of quiet sobbing and a set of packed suitcases in the hall.
  33. “I’m going to… take a nap… just for a minute. I’ll be… right back.” He lies down just where he sat. “Could you… hold my hand?”, he asks of her. She moves carefully around the table, as not to disrupt the game that they will certainly continue. He rests his head on her knees. “Are you there?”, he asks. “Yes, I’m here.” He holds her hand tighter. “Are you there?”, he asks, slowly his voice getting quieter and weaker….
  34. You and your family were in a car crash. You think you’ve survived but in the hospital you found you’ve died and you watch your parents, your SO, your children and your friends mourn. You don’t leave earth. You remain there watching over your loved ones, but when they die, they don’t join you. You are by yourself forever.
  35. Driving home, you hit something. Getting out, you realize it’s your pet who went missing a few months ago
  36. Using the word ‘almost’ is the most melancholic way to describe an upsetting moment. She almost got there in time. He almost caught her. She almost told her. They almost made it.
  37. You realise animals no longer acknowledge your existence. They can’t seem to see or hear you. Your best friend is your dog.
  38. “I’ll never be perfect in my parents’ eyes no matter what I do.”
  39. When you were 7, you were kidnapped when for 15 years. At the age of 22, you are finally rescued. Write about your time held in captivity and what it was like when you were saved.
  40. Time and time again, the prompt guy refuses my Danny DeVito suggestions
  41. “You’re the worst teacher I ever had, but I don’t want you to leave, because you were also the best, in a way.”
  42. after always feeling like you were never wanted around, someone decided to tell you how you felt is exactly right. and now you have a fire in your heart you’ve decided to do something about it.
  43. He was supposed to protect me. Instead he became the one I needed protection from.
  44. “We’ll be finally be able to be together. Just one more year. Then we can finally be happy.” That was the last thing you said to your lover before going back off to war. Now you find yourself in an empty house, holding one last letter addressed to you and the memories of a lifetime of unfulfilled promises.
  45. I’m not sure which was worse: keeping it a secret for so many years, or the look on my mom’s face when I told her.
  46. you moved in a new town a few months ago. One of your friend tells you that he heard your best friend say “There’s no point staying in touch, we won’t see each other ever again.”
  47. “I’m sorry sir, but we’re all out of chicken nuggets.”
  48. You are a stray dog. Your master lost you 3 years ago. You go on an epic and heart-filled journey to find your master, not knowing that they are already dead.
  49. It was the first time your parents said the word proud in relation to you, but you could just feel that was nothing more than a backhanded compliment. It only made you feel terrible.
  50. After five years, they were finally back together. But time had torn them apart and as much as they tried, they were unable to love each other again.
  51. The dark and dreary realisation finally hit you: You’re the one in the coffin. This is your funeral. All these people are upset and crying over you.
  52. The war had been ravaging the country for years. You fought for your country, you shed your blood, you did your part. And yet a mistake is going to be your undoing. Write your last letter before your execution to a daughter you will never come back to.
  53. Your siblings played a game with you, it was called “Who can ignore you the most”. But it’s okay, you knew they love you, because there was still food on the table, and bedtime was still shared in the same room. It’s been years, you’re in the worst time of your life now, and you feel the need to reach out for help. You hope the game is over by now.
  54. You’ve been messaging someone online for years now, chatting with them about this and that every so often. They stopped logging on a month ago. You have no way of knowing if they’re okay, and can only watch and wait for a reply.
  55. You read a late familiar’s diary from decades ago. You knew nothing about them before this moment.Their insight in life is what you need to solve your problems, and your insight could have helped save their life.
  56. “I am so tired.” She whispered to him, inches away from jumping of that bridge.
  57. Every time your father leaves for work, you wonder if he’s going to die. You make sure to say “i love you” every day before he goes, but one day you forget…
  58. you’re the last member of your species, your culture, your language. Scientists are around you, waiting for every bit that you can share, for them to document. They don’t care about you. Although you’re surrounded by people, you’re alone.
  59. your idol, a vegetarian, was forcefully fed a hotdog
  60. Write about the small and big sacrifices mothers make for their children.
  61. You are trapped in a “coma” can hear everything around you, including friends and family coming to say goodbye before your life-support is taken away due to lack of insurance. They can’t prove you aren’t brain dead. You can’t say goodbye back.
  62. “The monsters won’t come and hurt me will they daddy?” “As long as I’m around,” he said, giving you a goodnight kiss. “No one will ever hurt you.” “You’ll come home right? Promise?” “I Promise.” But he failed to keep his promise. He never came home and the monsters got you after all.
  63. Tell the story of someone who goes about daily life, well, tries to anyway. It’s hard for them because they had severe depression. Tell of their struggles and trials. But also tell of their successes.
  64. For Sale: Baby Shoes. Never worn.
  65. you’re the last person in the world and you just lost hope for finding anyone else
  66. You went on a great quest with your friends. You slayed monsters together, fended off enemies, and overcame all challenges that came your way. However, your friends perished at the final boss. You’ve just defeated him, and the reality is sinking in.
  67. You are the new Death. The torch has been passed down to you for reasons you don’t know. It is now your job to take the lives of those whose time is up, old or young. Are you prepared to do it? And why were you chosen?
  68. You have become immortal through a game that destroyed your universe. You and and your friends recreated the universe. You remember, they do not. The big bad from the game haunts your dreams.
  69. You wake up and smell something burning. You think someone is making breakfast. You get up to see your house is on fire and you’re the only survivor.
  70. As the crowd around you cheers for your brother’s assassin, you hold him in your arms as you watch his life fade. He was the most hated man in the world, a brutal dictator, a tyrant worse than your father ever was. He was the very kind of man who you hated yourself. Yet you’re crying, looking down upon his smiling face as he watches the crowd and his killer in his final moments, because in the end this was what he promised you. He promised to make a world where no one would have to fight anymore, where there can be peace. And now that the most hated man is dead, there can be.
  71. After a long fulfilling life, you find yourself in the past, at the lowest point of your life. Your family is gone, your friends don’t know who you are, and you’re left with nothing. What do you do?
  72. there’s no pizza in the fridge
  73. You love children and plan to have some one day, until you find out at a doctors appointment that you are infertile…
  74. It’s the effort that counts but it’s the result that’s remembered. Write a story about someone who spent years devoted to their passion but their efforts remain unrecognised, unappreciated because they were ultimately unsuccessful, even after death.
  75. “…you never really loved me, did you.” and the silence said it all
  76. you are a dog going into the vet. You have no idea why your owner is crying. You have no idea that it’s your last visit.
  77. Your parents just told you that they’re getting a divorce.
  78. Your best friend/SO has wronged the gods and has 24 hours to live. You can trade your life for theirs by putting your essence by the mercy of the gods. What do you do?
  79. he spat angrily as he raised what remained of his son “I NEVER LOVED YOU”
  80. write a story where you build up to one character’s death. In the end, that character survives, but another character dies instead.
  81. You are a time traveler, but you never knew it. The only time you successfully did it was when you were a baby, and you’ve grown up a long time away from your original life. One day, you find a shrine… Dedicated to you, by your original family.
  82. You sat across from them at the table, and realized that you had both run out of things to say to each other.
  83. Write a story about an adventurous character who somehow survives all the trouble they get into. These are the memories of an old person, as they remember what they did, with a week of less left before their last breath.
  84. Everyone else had moved on further. You have missed your opportunity to move along with them, and you are the only one left behind in the gray lands. All because of your most annoying habit
  85. “But I rescued you from-” “You killed the dragon! You killed my best friend!”
  86. When you were little, you lost your parents in a house fire. Now, you’ve found out that you have the power to control fire, and are starting to suspect that the fire that killed your parents wasn’t a cooking accident after all..
  87. You spent the past 10 minutes walking back and forth from the lobby to the dance floor in search of them, worrying your ass off. They finally decide to come out and they curse at you for ruining their night.
  88. It was horrible, a pain unbearable to you, the feeling of your soulmate breaking down. The person you once loved, now shattered and scarred from trauma. The worst of part of it, you were helpless. All you could do was sit and watch, but you’d get your revenge. On Death himself.
  89. Your maths teacher gives you a school detention despite the fact that you are 110% innocent of everything you’ve been accused of.   You are forced to stare at a wall for half an hour in silence to think about ‘what you’ve done.’  What happens now?
  90. You confess to your parents about your depression and suicidal thoughts, but they just shrug it off as you being over dramatic. Months later and the sight of your parents still hurts you deep inside, because they never understood you.
  91. You’re in love with your coworker, who’s married and has two kids. He’s quitting job today. He tells you that he loves you.
  92. You’re in a room full of onions.
  93. You’re just about to start your period and you’ve been craving Chinese food all week. You finally get said Chinese food, get home, pull it out of the bag and drop it. You start scream-crying, and your family runs into the room to check on you. What happens next?
  94. Your daughter has been bullied ever since she’s started school due to the fact that you aren’t the richest of families in a pretty nice neighborhood. When she begs you to buy her a doll everybody likes, you know you won’t be able to afford it.
  95. You hide in your room and clutch a pillow, listening to the abusive language your family members through at each other. You hear your youngest sibling being physically abused again, and his screams echo throughout the house.
  96. “We found cancerous tissue. I’m sorry.” “What a way to start my first day of college.” (comment: this actually happened to me, I was diagnosed with cancer my first day of college)
  97. An old man is on his death bed, riddled with dementia.  Volunteering for the elderly with no family left, you visit, but he mistakes you for son or daughter.
  98. I looked in the mirror and realized who was staring back. It was someone I wasn’t content with.
  99. Write a story through the perspective of an abused cat on their 9th life.
  100. Tell a story about a person who never appears in photographs because they were always behind the camera, looking wistfully at everyone’s smiling faces. It is only after they’re long gone that someone finally notices. Old memories are brought up.

Ever since Donald Duck and Daffy Duck had a piano duel in 1988’s Who Framed Roger Rabbit, we all knew that one of them would go on to confront Sephiroth in battle, and one would have an Animal Collective song written about them. But anyone who says they knew then which duck would get which is a liar.

5

“I thought if you were going to vote for me, you should know a few things about me. Once, a Kikuyu woman and a Luo man fell in love with each other. They were urged by both their families not to marry outside the tribal boundary, but… love is a bridge and not a wall, if we let it be. They became husband and wife. At first, they lived with my father’s family in Ahero, but I’m afraid the Luo village found a hundred ways to make the new bride feel as if she was a trespasser. So, when I was only a few months old, my parents went to live in the village that my mother was born. Now it was father’s turn to be made to feel like he was an outsider who did not belong. My parents had to leave their homes to find a city where no one knew them. The same prejudice that drove them away was also responsible for taking my father’s life when a political difference became a tribal war. I share this story because you have heard many rumours about me, and I felt it was time to explain who and what I am. I am Kikuyu. I’m Luo. My business partner and best friend is also mixed. His father, Sudanese. His mother, Kenyan. These are facts that he and I have never talked about, because for us, they have never mattered.”

The original master list

For late night talks with friends

  1. If could relive childhood all over again without being able to change anything, would you?
  2. Looking at your current level of intelligence and attractiveness, which would you choose to increase/improve?
  3. Which have you thought about more, your wedding or your funeral?
  4. If you knew you would never meet your soulmate or be happy in a relationship, would you choose to still get married/settle down with someone?
  5. Do you take what you can get, or are you “all or nothing"
  6. Have you ever thought you had a mental health issue/illness?
  7. Which are you most like and why -a river, a lake, or an ocean?
  8. If your partner/you were to get pregnant at this current moment, would you keep or abort the baby?
  9. What is the biggest mistake you’ve made
  10. What do you feel is your biggest personality flaw?
  11. Which do you admire more -your mother or your father?
  12. Who do you spend more time trying to impress?
  13. What is something that you do often, but almost always regret?
  14. Have you ever fantasized about having sexual relations with someone in this room?
  15. Do you prefer to be the big spoon or little spoon?
  16. Do you prefer to be tied up or do the tying? (bondage)
  17. Do you have a martyr complex?
  18. What is something you wish you were complemented on a lot more?
  19. If you just met someone and found out they were a psychopath, if you knew they would never harm you, would you like to be their friend?
  20. Have you ever admired a manipulator?
  21. What is something that if someone does it, they immediately lose your respect?
  22. What would having sex with the person to your right be like? (Characteristics)
  23. What do you think the person to your left thinks their best quality is?
  24. What do you think people your age’s biggest insecurity is?
  25. What do you think makes you the most different compared to everyone else in the room?
  26. What do you think makes you the most different compared to everyone else your age?
  27. What personality characteristic gets you in trouble the most
  28. What personality characteristic gets you the most friends?
  29. Pick a personality characteristic from the person to your right that you would want to have
  30. If you were   a relationship with the person on your left, what do you see them doing that would end the relationship?
  31. What characteristic makes you a bad girlfriend/boyfriend?
  32. What characteristic makes you a great boyfriend/girlfriend?
  33. Ask the person opposite you why they think you are single
  34. Which person in the group do you feel the most chemistry with?
  35. Have you ever fantasized about anyone in the group?
  36. What would make you leave your partner?
  37. What would your parents have to do to lose your love?
  38. What would your parents have to do to lose your respect?
  39. What about growing up has been the hardest for you?
  40. How do you deal with bad memories?
  41. How good are you at reading people?
  42. What is a weakness you have in your relationships?
  43. Do you think it is/will be easy for you to say “I love you” or difficult?
  44. If you had a daughter, what would you tell her about boys?
  45. If you had a son, what would you tell him about girls?
  46. Which do you think you are stronger in? intelligence or emotional awareness?
  47. Are you more of a long-term or short-term relationship person?
  48. What scares you the most about being in a relationship?
  49. Are you attracted to happy people or broken souls?
  50. Have you ever had an incestuous thought?
  51. What do you blame your parents for?
  52. List five ways in which you are, after all, quite difficult to live with?
  53. The chief problems in my relationship with my mother were…
  54. The chief problems in my relationship with my father were…
  55. If someone likes me a lot, I start to feel…
  56. What did you learn about relationships from your parents?
  57. What slightly unhealthy things feel attractive in a partner? How might this relate to your opposite sex parent?
  58. What slightly unhealthy things feel attractive in a partner?
  59. If you could consider yourself dispassionately, what might you warn a friend about if they were thinking of starting a relationship with you?
  60. If I were to explain a bit more to people about how I felt about things, they would…
  61. What are, or would be, my faults as a parent?
  62. What would hurt you the most, in terms of what your kids do/are like/think?
  63. What would be the biggest disappoint you in the kids?
  64. Name three sexual scenarios that especially excite you.
  65. When do you cry or want to cry (as an adult)?
  66. List five things that are the important to you in your life. How much of your time do you give to each of these?
  67. What things do you often end up buying that don’t – on reflection, much of the time – actually satisfy you that much?
  68. What are you trying to say through your clothes?
  69. Name three works of art (music, literature and visual art/architecture) that mean a lot to you.
  70. What are you a little addicted to? Porn, alcohol, shopping, arguing…
  71. What negative character flaws do you fear – in your worst nightmares – that other people have spotted about you?’
  72. ‘If I knew I couldn’t fail, in my professional life, I’d try to…
  73. Rank in order of importance for you in your career: Money, Status, Creativity, Social Impact, Colleagues.
  74. What sort of things have made you envious recently?
  75. When my partner disappoints me, I:
    1. Explode/get angry at them
    2. Withdraw
    3. Re-evaluate our relationships
    4. Other -
  76. What often impairs your decision making process? Lack of confidence, impatience, desire to please, over-excitement…
  77. Choose four adjective to describe yourself. Ask three good friends to do the same for you.
  78. What are you currently lying to certain people around you about?
  79. If a really kind person wanted to praise me, they’d say…
  80. If a really tough person assessed me, they’d say…
  81. Are you dominant or submissive sexually? And in the rest of your life?
  82. What things would deeply alarm your loved ones if they knew them about you?
  83. If you could create your ideal pornography, what would it feature?
  84. What would you ideally like someone to feel compassionate towards you for? What would it beautiful if they could forgive?
  85. What did you most enjoy doing as a child? Do you get those feelings now?
One foot in the grave

From the age of two Lance never stopped moving.
He would crawl through his house making it impossible to keep track of him.
However it was nothing compared to what he was like when he learned how to walk.
Soon as he could stand on his own two feet he was gone.
He would run through the garden chasing birds.
He would run to his classes in school.
He would run to the store.
He would run across the road.
Without looking both ways.
He would run straight into the path of a truck.
While he was lying in the hospital bed with his legs shattered all the doctors would tell him was how lucky he was to be alive.
For a while Lance thought that his luck would also save his legs.
But it wasn’t to be.
The doctors did all they could, using pins to try and fuse the bones back together.
However after only two days infection had set in and they had no choice but to amputate the first leg.
The second came a week later after it became clear that the bone just wasn’t fusing back together.
For months Lance was trapped in a chair, healing and waiting.
He never cried though. If he cried then his mama would cry.
Lance wouldn’t have his mama crying because of him.
When he finally got prosthetics it wasn’t what he had been hoping for.
It was a long painful process full of disappointment and failure before he could walk again.
And an even longer time before he could run again.
However Lance was determined and never gave up.
By time he moved to a new high school no one could tell he was missing both legs.

Lance was walking home from class grumbling to himself. He was pretty annoyed that his best friend Hunk had decided that he would prefer to hang out with Pidge then him.
Well not decided more like had to do he wouldn’t fail the project they were working on.
But Lance felt like being petty.
It had been raining that day, the humidity made his stumps painful which made him irritated.
To make things worse he had no choice but to walk home in the rain since his car had gone and died on him that morning.
Lance was so busy wallowing in self pity that he didn’t even notice he was about to walk into someone.
He managed to walk straight into a figure huddled inside their jacket causing the two of them to fall to the ground with a thud.
“What the hell man!” Lance yelled before stopping when he realised who he had just walked into.
Keith glared at him the rain plastering his dark hair to his face “not my fault! You walked into me!”
“Yeah well your still a jerk! You park in the handicapped space yesterday at the mall!” Lance yelled pointing at him accusingly.
“Why the hell do you care where I park! It was like 4am and it wasn’t like anyone needed it!” Keith snapped getting to his feet and trying to brush some of the water away.
“You didn’t kno-” Lance had tried to stand but when he was halfway up a cracking sound echoed around the empty campus and he went flying forwards right into Keith who caught him out of pure instinct.
Keith’s anger quickly turned to concern and nausea at the sight of the unnatural angle the lower half of Lance’s leg was now bent.
“Oh my god! Shit I’ll call an ambulance!” Keith stuttered as he carefully lowered Lance to the floor and looked for his phone only to find it cracked and unresponsive.
“D-don’t worry I’ll erm I’ll… why are you laughing?”
Lance was laughing hard as he watched Keith’s panicked actions.
“Relax dude I’m fine. See” he grabbed his foot and pulled making Keith have to fight the urge to throw up as it came away in his hand.
“See just plastic.”
Keith’s eyes widened at the sight of the prosthetic. He had no idea that Lance, the over confident narcissistic pretty boy was a amputee.
Suddenly him getting upset about Keith taking the handicapped spot makes much more sense.
“Shit… I’m sorry.”
Lance shrugged, “nah you were right it wasn’t your fault. But erm if your still riding the guilt train I could use a ride? I mean if you don’t mind.” He looked away blushing and Keith couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah sure.”
He didn’t wait for permission, instead he simply scooped Lance up princess style and walked him to his car, a small beat up red thing that could almost pass for home made with all the repairs done to it.
“H-hey I don’t need carrying!” Lance’s blush deepened as he wrapped his arms around Keith’s neck for stability only. Or at least that’s what he told himself.
“It’s quicker then you just hopping along.” Keith shrugged as he deposited Lance in the passenger seat and took his place behind the wheel.
“Still dude. It’s humiliating. Bad enough you know about my legs.”
Keith rose and eyebrow as he pulled out of the parking lot. “I only knew about one of them.”
“Fuck…” Lance hissed under his breath.
Keith couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at that.
“Man I really am an idiot, can you keep this between us… it’s just I’d prefer everyone not to know.”
Lance sounded so small and vulnerable in that moment that Keith glanced over to check that it really was the same obnoxious guy he knew from school.
“Look I promise I won’t tell anyone… but maybe you should.”
“What would you know about this?” Lance huffed crossing his arms.
“More then you would expect, my brother Shiro lost his arm and he was suffering in silence for a long time. I just don’t want you to do the same.”
Keith glanced over at Lance to see him looking very embarrassed.
Keith’s eyes widened “b-by that I mean anyone in your situation not j-just you specifically!” He rambled on quickly.
Lance laughed that strong joy filled laugh of his That always seems to light up the room. “It’s cool man. I knew what you meant.”
They pulled up outside Lance’s home and Keith offered his shoulder for support this time rarther then carrying him in.
After ringing the bell and waiting on the door step Lance looked up at Keith. “Hey Keith.”
“Yeah Lance?”
“Thanks.”
Lance kissed him on the cheek just as the door opened and Lance launched himself on his older brother closing the door behind him.
Leaving a very confused, very wet but also very very VERY happy Keith standing outside.

3

That locker room might have made my father the man that he is, but it also made me the woman that I am. After that, I quit the swim club. I quit trying to fit in, trying to be one of them. I knew I never would be. But more importantly, I didn’t want to be. Their violence was petty and ignorant, but ultimately, it was true to who they were.

Nicknames (Bucky Barnes x Reader) One Shot

A/N: Hey guys! So I wrote this lil short thingy that I’ve been thinking about for a while and I couldn’t stop laughing the entire time lmao! I hope y'all like it! ENJOY! -Delilah ❤❤

Nicknames: Reader tells the team of her cute lil nickname for a certain super soldier. 

Warnings: Sex (M/F). That’s pretty much it. 

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Fire and Ice // A Dylan O’Brien Smut

Prompt: He’s a die-hard Mets fan, but you just so happen to be dedicated to the Yankees + request

Warings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Oral (both recieving), Different Kinks (masterbation kink also releasing on girl’s face), Basically the dirtiest and most descriptive smut I think I’ve ever written. 

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Word Count: 6,200 (Sorry not sorry, I got carried away with the details)

Song: Bad Things by Camila Cabello and Machine Gun Kelly

A/N: I literally grew up loving the Yankees (still do) and I honestly don’t know how I hadn’t thought of this before. Also, get ready guys ‘cuz some cool things will be happening the next few weeks and I really hope y’all like it. 

P.s. I was originally gonna post a gif, but then I saw these two pictures and fucking lost it.

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“Oh, for the love of God!” The young woman complained before taking a long gulp of her drink as she watched her team’s pitcher fail for the fourth time tonight. “Sal, I swear, I’m gonna kill him.”

“Well, at least you’re still in the lead.” The bartender chuckled, wiping down the countertop in between the two.

“Yeah, no thanks to Bryan Mitchell.” She sighed, shaking her head in disappointment.

It wasn’t exactly one of the biggest games of the season, but to her it just about was. The Mets had a surprising comeback in 2016 and the last thing her Yankees needed was to lose to that pathetic excuse of a baseball team. With her eyes glued on the television in this small but cozy downtown bar, (Y/N) placed her glass of whiskey back on her lips and let the hard liquid tear its way down her throat.

As soon as the batter of the opposing team failed to successfully hit the ball, (Y/N) let out a much needed breath of relief. Her attention was completely dedicated to the game playing on the tv screen. Well, that is, until she heard the sound of the front door opening. She didn’t quite know why, but (Y/N) felt inclined to look at whomever was arriving at this small bar she frequented so much. And, boy, was she glad she did.

Her breath hitched in her throat the second she caught sight of the incredibly handsome guy walking inside, a backwards cap settled on his dark brown hair that she felt the sudden desire to run her fingers through. The first thing she noticed was the sexy as hell scruffy, but surprisingly tame, beard on his jaw, her imagination immediately lighting on fire with dirty thoughts. His toned arms and veins straining against his muscles as he coincidentally sat on the stool beside her and lifted his arm to get a hold of the bartender was what caught her focus next. The employee instantly strode towards the beautiful stranger and asked what he wanted to drink. He politely made his order and (Y/N) couldn’t find it in herself to take her gaze off of his plump and inviting lips.

Embarrassment like never before washed over her now blushed cheeks when he, suddenly, turned to her with a confused expression and she realized she had been caught staring. She tried her best to dart away from his stare, but his eyes locked onto hers and eager chills ran down her spine when a small smirk made its way on his pink lips. She took the opportunity to really look at his eyes and they certainly didn’t fail to make her knees weak. They weren’t just a regular hazel color, they were warm with a liquid golden-brown that also had a spark of mischief in them she felt so inclined to get to know. It was strange how they both connected so easily just through looks even though neither one of them believed in love at first sight. The two did, however, believe in infatuation at first sight.

The smirk on his face didn’t leave even when she managed to break the stare the moment she heard the crowd cheering on the tv and she, immediately, turned to discover what just happened in the baseball game. Dylan certainly noticed that his Mets had just made a homerun, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of the girl in the stool next to him. She wore high-waisted jean shorts that definitely worked in favor of her, breath taking, legs and his mind already came up with different scenarios of them spread before him. Her shirt wasn’t revealing in any way, it was just a plain Star Wars tee, and yet he still felt attracted to it. Maybe it’s the fact that he already knew they had a common love for this geeky movie series without even needed to exchange in small talk. But, the way her natural hair perfectly fell on her shoulders made Dylan want to push it aside and nibble down on her inviting neck.

“Are you serious?!” The gorgeous girl shouted, angrily pointing towards the screen even though she knew the umpire couldn’t actually hear her. “That was clearly foul play!”

Her words sparked interest in him and, reluctantly doing so at first, Dylan eventually turned his head towards the sports game. A smile lit up on his face as he watched his team celebrate their newest point only to, suddenly, remember the girl he had his eye on was complaining about this very achievement.

“Foul play?” Dylan questioned and (Y/N) immediately turned around towards the source of the charming voice. “Wait, are you a Yankees’ fan?”

“A proud one to be exact.” She smiled happily and if it weren’t for his shock with this new discovery, he certainly would’ve swooned at how beautiful she was.

“Perfect.” He sighed, only now realizing the bartender had left his drink in front of him when he was too busy gawking at her just moments ago.

“What?” She asked, genuinely confused at his odd reaction and watched him take a sip from his bottle of beer. Then, the realization hit her like a truck and she shook her head with disappointment. “Oh, no. You’re a Mets fan, aren’t you?”

Dylan didn’t even say anything. He just put his bottle back down on the surface and reached behind his head to turn his baseball cap forwards. Immediately revealing The New York Mets logo stamped on the hat and (Y/N) held back her laughter at the unexpected situation they found themselves in.

“A proud one to be exact.” Dylan repeated her words and, this time, (Y/N) actually let a laugh fall from her lips. It was music to his ears and he desperately wanted to hear it again.

Their attention was back on the game when the sound of bickering and chaotic commotion came from the tv, both now focused on what was happening. Neither one of them knew why the two teams were now fighting, but their hearts lodged in their throats as they watched the players lunge at each other. It was hard to tell who exactly started the fight, but by the commentaries coming from the voice-overs it seemed to be the Yankees’ fault.

“Of course.” Dylan shook his head, taking another gulp of his beer. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

(Y/N) immediately turned to glare at him, rage and frustration rushing through her veins at the sound of disregard towards her favorite baseball team.

“Excuse me?” She hissed, completely offended at his remark.

“Oh, I’m sorry, does the 2000 World Series not ring any bells to you?” He retorted with a cocky smirk.

“You mean the year we completely destroyed your team’s ass?” She replied, a grin on her face as she proudly spoke. “Something we had already accomplished countless times and would continue doing ‘till, literally, this very day.”

“Roger Clemens and Mike Piazza.” Dylan simply stated, chosing to ignore her bragging and (Y/N)’s eyes widened at the familiar names.

“There’s no proof Clemens intentionally hit Piazza in the head with that fastball.” She defended and he let out a dark chuckle.

“Seriously? You’re really going to defend someone who gave a fellow baseball player a concussion just because he had terrible anger management?”

“Okay, you know what?” (Y/N) scoffed, rolling her eyes at him. “At least we have players that are actually good at pitching.”

That spiteful comment was enough to spark something in him other than desire for this girl and, needless to say, Dylan was outraged. No one can just mock his beloved Mets and think they can easily get away with it.

“Says the girl whose team lost to us, their biggest rivals, in a 15 to 6 defeat in 2008.” Dylan retaliated and didn’t expect the sudden chuckle (Y/N) let out.

“Sure, but what’s one losing game compared to the 27 different World Series said girl’s team has already won?” She shrugged and Dylan hated the fact that she was right. “Making her baseball team the one with the most wins ever.

“And sweetie,” (Y/N) continued, placing a hand on his thigh that sent lustful jolts throughout Dylan’s entire body. “You’re sad little team isn’t even close to being an actual rival of ours, not when you’ve only won a pathetic amount of 2 World Series. How about you try to insult me when you catch up with us big boys, huh?”

“Fuck, I don’t know what drives me crazier.” Dylan whimpered at her touch, his eyes boring into her dilated ones and there’s no doubt both of them clearly wanted to rip each other’s clothes off. “The fact that you keep dissing my Mets or the fact that you’re extremely sexy talking so passionately about baseball like that.”

With a sly smile on her face and confidence she didn’t actually know she had in her, the young woman extending her hand towards him.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” She greeted as he slipped his own hand into her grasp and shook them together. “Huge Yankees fan who apparently also happens to be very sexy.”

“Dylan O'Brien.” He smiled back at her, a small chuckle escaping his throat at her comment. “Long suffering Mets fan.”

“Nice to meet you, Dylan.” She laughed and he laughed along with her when her eyebrows, suddenly, furrowed. “Wait, why do I feel like I’ve heard that name somewhere before?”

“I, uh-” Dylan nervously scratched the back of his neck. “I’m an actor.”

“Hey, that’s right!” She exclaimed, now putting together the puzzled pieces in her mind. “You’re that kid from that werewolf show.”

“Yeah, Teen Wolf.” He corrected and she let out a long oh of realization as she remembered all the times she flickered through her channels and passed by this show without second glance.

“So, what brings a Hollywood star like you to this unknown bar?” (Y/N) asked, a playful smirk on her lips. “Shouldn’t you be out partying with models or other celebrities?”

“Nah, I hate that stuff.” He shook his head. “I really love my job but despise the attention.”

“I see.” She smiled, not expecting to meet such a humble famous person. Living in LA, you meet a few here and there and they’re usually always very egotistical. It’s quite refreshing to get to know someone that’s the complete opposite.

“But, what about you? What do you you do?” Dylan asked, taking another gulp of his beer.

“I’m the, um, GM of the Dodgers.” (Y/N) stated nervously and it took everything in him not to spit out his drink in utter shock. The woman giggled at his astonished gaze, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

“Y-You’re the General Manager of the fucking Los Angeles Dodgers?!” Dylan exclaimed after he managed to successfully swallow his alcohol.

“Why so surprised?” She challenged and Dylan couldn’t stop staring at her in complete awe. “Is it because I’m a woman?”

“No!” Dylan frantically shook his head. “It’s because I was already so attracted to you and, now, fuck… I think you might just be the death of me.”

“Well, O'Brien.” She grinned and Dylan suddenly moaned when she unexpectedly gripped tightly onto his thigh. “I’m very attracted to you, too.”

“Hey, do you want to get out of here?” He asked, beyond ready to do so many sinful things to her that even the devil himself would be ashamed of.

“Ah, the game’s still on.” She shook her head as she pointed towards the television. “Can’t stop supporting my Yankees just for a hook up.”

“The fact that you work for one baseball team yet your favorite is a completely different one amazes me.” Dylan chuckled, his eyes lingering over her body before landing back on her own.

“What can I say?” (Y/N) shrugged, the actor internally moaning when she bit down on her bottom lip. “I like to keep people on the edge of their seats.”

“Well, you certainly have me on mine.”

The sexual tension between the two was so strong that even the bartender could feel it seething off of them and taking over the entire room. He, honestly, thinks he could cut it with a knife from how palpable it was. (Y/N) still hadn’t removed her grip on his thigh and Dylan silently prayed to any god out there that she wouldn’t, his body craving her touch so much it made him hazy.

“How about a little bet to make things interesting?” She proposed and Dylan’s eyes perked up with intrigue.

“Go on.” He gestured, leaning in closer to her.

“If, after the game, the Yankees have won, you have to tweet out that my team is better than yours.” She stated with a grin and Dylan immediately scoffed at her proposal. “However, if the Mets win, you can take me to your place and have your way with me.”

Dylan’s cock already felt hard just at the offer alone as he watched her take a sip of her whiskey with a naughty smirk. It took all of the self control he had in him not to moan out and crash his lips against her red ones from the beautiful lipstick she was wearing.

“Deal.” He nodded and they shook hands for the second time tonight.

The two eagerly watched the game, both way too excited with what would happen right after. (Y/N) knew that, even if she does win, she definitely won’t be spending the night at her own house. They would constantly and shamelessly glance at each other, neither one caring about embarrassment. The lust and desire was so strong at this point that every stare, glance or lick of the lips was more than welcome. Not only were their bodies attracted to one another, but so were their minds. The two had more in common than they imagined and they enjoyed every second of mindless chatter and laughter. Dylan loved it when she laughed carelessly at his stupid jokes and (Y/N) felt like she was on cloud nine everytime he listened to her speak with such intrigue.

“Seventh inning stretch.” (Y/N) sighed, taking a sip from her third drink of the night as she groaned at the score. “And it’s tie.”

“Want to make things even more interesting?” Dylan smirked, narrowing his eyes in mischief and (Y/N) swooned, still not used to this man’s beauty.

“Just how interesting are we talking here?” She grinned, putting down the glass of alcohol she had in her hand.

“Let’s raise the stakes of this bet.”

“I’m listening.”

“If the Yankees win not only will I tweet they’re better than the Mets, but I’ll also record a video singing the Yankees’ theme to go along with it.” Dylan quirked his eyebrows and (Y/N) carefully listened to every word that came out of his mouth. “However, if my team wins, you have to come back to my place tonight and go on a date with me.”

(Y/N) eyes widened at the request and she, suddenly, felt her heart beat a little faster. With a happy smile now spreading across her face, she took her glass back in her small hand.

“Alright, O'Brien.” She nodded, clinking her drink with his. The sound echoing in their little bubble as they stared each other down. “I’m down with that, but you better start warming up your voice because there’s no way the Mets are going to win.”

It was as if the words she said immediately cursed the entire game the moment they fell from her red lips. The Mets were unexpectedly scoring homerun after homerun and (Y/N) would cringe everytime they did. Dylan, on the other hand, had a permanent smirk on his face the whole game. He would watch in awe whenever (Y/N) would angrily scream at the television screen and he couldn’t wait till she screaming under him. It didn’t take long for the game to end and (Y/N) question her entire existence. It’s not that she didn’t want the things that came with Dylan winning, oh she definitely wanted them, it’s the fact that her incredibly skillful and talented Yankees lost to the fucking Mets.

“Well, well, well.” Dylan grinned, standing up from his stool as (Y/N) groaned at his taunting. “Looks like my sad little team caught up with the big boys.”

The beautiful woman glared at his mockery towards the exact words she used just a few hours ago. They were meant to work in her favor not Dylan’s. She stood up from her own stool and took a step towards him, their faces now inches from each other.

“It’s only the beginning of the season.” She defended and Dylan smiled at her proximity, the smell of alcohol on her breath making him drunk on her. “The Mets won’t survive the entire year and you fucking know it.”

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” Dylan retorted and she couldn’t keep her stare away from his lips as he tugged the bottom one in between his teeth, (Y/N) instinctively doing the same. Dylan’s eyes looked down at hers and it was as if their little feud immediately disappeared and now all they could focus on was what was going to happen next.

“Okay, okay.” The bartender broke their stares, blushes painting both of their cheeks. “(Y/N) take your boy toy and get out of here already before you two start having sex on my countertop.”

“Sorry, Sal.” She cleared her throat and Dylan nervously scratched the back of his neck. “We were just leaving.”

The two shared smirks, lust taking over both of their pupils before they ran out of the door. Sal laughing at them as he closed his bar down.

“Kids.” He shook his head with a smile plastered on his face.



The ride to Dylan’s house was surprisingly pleasant. They found more things they shared in common like their love for goofy comedies and their incredibly similar taste in music. Dylan put his phone in the radio of his car and they spent the rest of the ride singing loudly to the songs they both knew by heart. Laughter was the second main theme of the night, right after desire.

“Do you want something to drink?” Dylan asked the second he unlocked the door to his one bedroom apartment and they both walked inside.

“No,” (Y/N) chuckled as she watched him throw his house keys on a small table and turn around to face her. “I’m pretty sure I had enough at the bar.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He laughed, nodding. “What about something to eat?”

“Not hungry.” She shrugged. “But you can eat if you’re hungry.”

“Oh, I’m hungry.” Dylan licked his lips, walking towards her in a predatory fashion and (Y/N)’s swallowed nervously at how sexy he looked. “Just not for food.”

Her breath hitched in her throat at his comment, jolts of lust rushing through her body and landing in her core. Dylan didn’t even wait for a possible response before crashing his mouth on hers and kissing her with such force he had to hold her lower back tightly so she wouldn’t fall. Both of them have been anticipating that moment the entire night and it was so much better than either could’ve expected. Their lips meshed together in sync with the perfect combination of hard and passionate. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck to drop his baseball cap off his head and finally be able to run her fingers through his dark hair. The second Dylan bit down on her bottom lip, she tugged at the roots provoking a moan to escape from his mouth. The sound sent shivers down her spine and she knew that she desperately wanted to do more than just kiss.

(Y/N) broke the kiss to take a breath, but Dylan didn’t dare stop. He pushed her waist closer into him and she moaned when she felt his growing bulge against her body. Dylan left lingering kisses on her neck which spread goosebumps all over her skin. (Y/N) tried to reach down his back and pull the blue t-shirt off of him but Dylan just grinned against her neck.

“I’m in charge here, remember?” Dylan stated, his hot breath fanning across causing (Y/N) to shiver in response. “And I want to take things slow.”

“Fuck.” She whimpered when he nibbled on her pulse point and began sucking, clearly wanting to leave a hickey there.

Dylan took his time leaving kisses and hickeys wherever he damn pleased and it drove (Y/N) crazy. His provocative touches and the way his lips moved against her skin made her knees weak, wetness already pooling in her panties just from the teasing alone.

“Do something.” She moaned.

“Are you gonna beg for it?” He snickered and (Y/N) moaned again just at his dirty talk.

But, (Y/N) does not beg. She never had to beg to a man before and she won’t start now. Then again, she’s never met anyone like Dylan before. He had her wrapped around his finger just from one night alone.

“I don’t beg.” She shook her head and Dylan slipped his hands down to her ass, squeezing roughly.

“You might as well start learning how to.” Dylan’s face returned to hers, their lips slightly touching. “Because I love it when a woman begs.”

“And I love it when a guy actually fucking touches me.” She retorted and the smile on Dylan’s face didn’t go unnoticed.

He let go of her completely and she whimpered at the loss of contact, wanting desperately to feel his body back on hers. They took this moment to stare at each other and both loved the sight. The two had swollen lips from kissing so hard and smudged red lipstick all over their lips, chins and cheeks. Dylan placed his hand on the hem of her Star Wars shirt and pulled it off her, (Y/N) slightly shivering at the new lack of warmth. He kissed her gently, mostly to tease, as he unbottoned her high-waisted shorts and let them fall on the floor. As she stepped out of the jeans, Dylan licked his plump lips in appreciation at her gorgeous body. She was wearing a matching pair of simple a bra and panties, but the black heels she had on made her look beyond sexy to him. Dylan’s cock twitched against his jeans, desperately wanting to be inside of this breath-taking woman in front of him.

“Take off your bra.” He commanded and usually (Y/N) wouldn’t like being the submissive one during sex but this dominant side of him was turning her on more than she expected.

Slowly reaching behind her back, she unclasped the bra and brought the straps down until she was finally bare. Dylan’s eyes immediately stared at her breasts, the rosy pink nipples perked and ready to be played with. Which was exactly what he decided to. He took two quick steps towards her before returning his hands on her waist, (Y/N)’s back arching the second Dylan’s lips attached to one of her nipples. His hand carefully massaging the other breast he currently wasn’t working his tongue against. She couldn’t contain her moans at finally being able to feel something, but her core still ached in anticipation. When Dylan bit down on her nipple and pulled at it with his teeth, (Y/N) had to press her thighs together to be able to relieve some of the pressure.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Dylan tsked, shaking his head before removing his mouth. He pressed the hand that was on her breast on her thigh and pushed her legs apart. “I call all of the shots.”

“Ple-” She was just about to beg but realized what she was going to do and stopped herself immediately.

“What was that?” He smirked, gripping onto her skin and (Y/N) whimpered at the pressure that was in one place but should’ve been in another. “Were you about to beg?”

“Never.” She panted, his lips back on her nipple.

“Oh, come on Yankees Princess.” He snickered and she not only moaned at the new pet name but the feeling of him sliding his fingers closer to the place she needed him most. “All you have to do is ask.”

She chose to remain silent, not at all trusting her own voice and mind. (Y/N) was already putty in his hands and she didn’t want to give him anymore satisfaction. That is, until he completely broke away from her and took a step back. She stared at him with wide eyes and Dylan grinned sexily before removing his t-shirt. She felt cold and odd without his touch as he unbuckled his belt, pulling it out of his pants. Their eyes full of lust and desire never left each other even when he unbottoned his khakis and brought them down to the floor. Dylan kicked them away, but didn’t approach her again like (Y/N) expected. Instead, he folded his arms across his toned chest and cocked an eyebrow.

“I’m not touching you until you beg for it.” He challenged and her jaw dropped in awe.

Her eyes broke their gaze to look over his body and she swallowed nervously as she took the sight in, frustrated with herself because she now felt inclined to actually beg. Thanks to his crossed arms, Dylan’s muscles were pressing against his skin and it made her head spin. (Y/N) bit down on her lip when she looked at the trail of dark and scruffy hair above his boxers which held the massive erection bulging against the fabric, precum seeping through the cotton. Her core throbbed like never before thanks to the handsome man in front of her.

“Fine, fuck it.” She groaned and Dylan’s ears perked at her words. “Dylan, please touch me. I need you.”

It wasn’t exactly as desperate​ as he initially wanted, but it was enough for the desire pulsing in his own veins. He, too, wanted to touch her just as much as she did. And in a matter of seconds, Dylan rushed to her and instantly ripped apart her panties. Before she could even complain, his hands moved down to her ass and lifted her up. He kissed her passionately, tongue and all, as he brought her to his bedroom. Placing her down on his empty desk, Dylan spread her legs and fit himself in between them.

He trailed wet kisses down her body and (Y/N) buzzed with excitement. Once he reached her stomach, Dylan kneeled down in front of her and gripped his fingers against her heated thighs. He licked his way towards he left thigh and trailed his tongue close to her core. Just as he was about to touch her there, Dylan immediately switched course and began licking her right thigh.

“I’m gonna kill you.” She hissed through her clenched teeth and Dylan chuckled against her skin.

“Patience, Yankees Princess.” He teased as he nibbled. “Good things come to those who wait.”

She grunted, but accepted none-the-less. Although it’s not like she actually had a choice, the Mets did win after all. (Y/N) ran her fingers through his hair, slightly pulling the strands and Dylan would hum in appreciation. The vibrations shooting through her body and increasing the pain in her core.

When Dylan felt like she’d been teased enough, he let his tongue trace against the place they both desired the most. (Y/N) immediately moaned, not at all caring how loud she was being. His tongue spread apart her soaking wet folds and the young woman’s hips bucked when he momentarily trailed against her swollen clitoris. Dylan’s hand grasped tighter onto her legs as he gently slid his tongue into her, the ache in (Y/N)’s core now being replaced with pleasure and satisfaction.

She whimpered when he pulled his tongue away after working inside of her a few minutes but almost screamed out the second his lips attached to her clit and sucked furiously. One of his hands came into contact and slowly slipped a finger inside of her, her hips bucking instantly at the delicious pumping.

“Fuck.” She moaned and Dylan’s hard cock felt uncomfortable in his boxers as he watched her become a panting mess.

The feeling of his finger inside of her heat and pressing against her soft walls made his head spin, his dick begging to replace his hand’s place. But, Dylan was determined to make her cum with just his hands and mouth first. When he felt she was ready for a second one, he put another finger in and pumped at a faster pace. One of (Y/N)’s hands was buried in his hair and the other gripped tightly on the edge of his desk, her knuckles going white at the pressure.

With the mixture of his fingers curling against her walls and his tongue drawing figure eights on her clitoris as his lips sucked, it was more than enough to quickly build up an orgasm inside of the woman moaning uncontrollably. It didn’t take long to build and, the second Dylan unexpectedly bit down on her clit, her orgasm spilled over her entire body. Dylan didn’t dare stop what he was doing when her legs shook intensely along with her back arching up against the wall. He didn’t even stop when they did. The sounds that fell from her swollen lips and the way she looked as she came made Dylan greedy and he desperately wanted it to happen again. (Y/N) was still sensitive from her first orgasm and in a matter of minutes, she was cumming for the second time tonight. The sensitivity of her core making it easy to reach the edge of her pleasure again.

Even though Dylan removed his head from her inner thighs and attached his lips back onto hers in a forceful kiss, (Y/N) could still feel the burning of his scruff scratching against her tingling skin and she truly hopes the sensation never goes away.

There was more precum spread across his boxers that earlier and Dylan was beyond ready to get rid of the excruciating pain his cock felt from the lack of attention. He made his way back in between her legs after pulling his underwear off and kicking them somewhere far from his body. Dylan brought his hand to his member and pumped a few times in preparation. (Y/N) immediately moaned at the sight of him touching himself and Dylan certainly didn’t expect it.

“What-” He smirked, biting down on his lip at the feeling of his own thumb spreading around the precum on his tip. “Do you have a masterbation kink?”

“Maybe.” She confessed, a bright blush painting her cheeks as her pupils dilated when he increased his pace.

“Damn.” Dylan groaned, throwing his head back with shut eyes. “As much as I love this new discovery, I really want to fuck you right now.”

“Oh, please do.” She grinned, spreading her legs apart even further.

Dylan didn’t even need to think twice before placing both of his hands back on her thighs and lining himself at her entrance. His cock throbbed as he coated his tip in her slick wetness, lubricating himself. The two loudly moaned the moment he easily slid into her, the feeling of them becoming one making their bodies throb with excitement. Dylan let his forehead fall on her shoulder as he waited for to adjust to his size.

“Go ahead.” She stated when she was ready and Dylan immediately pulled back before pushing in again. He started thrusting into her slowly, moaning shamelessly at the feeling of her soft and wet walls tightly around him and (Y/N) loved the delicious feeling of Dylan stretching her as he pumped their bodies together.

(Y/N) wrapped her legs around his waist, giving him a new and deeper angle which he gladly accepted. His hands now moving their positions to thrust harder into her, his left palm flat out on the wall behind her and his right gripping harshly on the edge of his desk. She, however, decided to keep her hands on the arching muscles of his bare back. Considering how turned on they already were, it didn’t take much for the familiar knot to grow inside of the two. Dylan had to use every ounce of self control in him not to cum the second she unintentionally clenched around his shaft and, instead, he sunk his teeth into her shoulder.

Dylan pounded deeper into her, now continuously hitting her g-spot no one had ever found until this very moment, and his dream of hearing the beautiful Yankees’ fan from the bar screaming under him finally came true. Her voice echoed in the room along with the sounds of his desk mercilessly banging against the wall and wet skin slapping against wet skin.

“Fuck, I’m almost there.” Dylan panted, loving the feeling of her breasts bouncing against his bare and sweaty chest.

“Me, too.” She shouted, bringing her own hand down to her clit since Dylan was using his for stability.

It took her about 15 seconds of furiously rubbing her already overly sensitive nub before she felt the tight knot inside of her explode and spread mind blowing pleasure throughout her entire body. Dylan tried to hold his orgasm in him the best he could since he didn’t exactly want to cum inside of her without a condom. It was extremely difficult to contain himself, especially when she clenched around him again and dug her nails into his back, but Dylan somehow managed to contain himself as he shouted in frustration. Once he noticed she was back down from her high, he immediately pulled himself out of her and took a step back.

“On your knees.” He panted, his voice weak as he pointed to the ground in front of him.

Even though she was completely hazy from the ground breaking orgasm she just had, (Y/N) slowly slid off the desk and instantly fell to her knees. Dylan didn’t know wether or not she fell due to how weak her legs were or if it was actually intensional​ but the second she gripped his member and licked his tip, the thoughts immediately flew out of his head. Dylan’s mind now focused on her taking him into her warm mouth. His hands instinctively dug into her hair as she slowly bobbed his cock. In a matter of seconds, (Y/N) hollowed out her cheeks to make an even tighter environment for him and Dylan moaned shamelessly at the feeling.

(Y/N) absolutely loved that when her tongue grazed his wet member she could taste her juices on him and she decided to deepthroat him in appreciation. She took him in as far as she could, her nose buried in the patch of his dark hair and her throat gagging at the fullness. But, Dylan definitely loved it because his dick instantly twitched in response and he quickly pulled himself out of her mouth. His hot cum squirted out of his tip and he watched with hooded eyes as it painted her blushed cheeks. Normally, (Y/N) would never allow any man do such a thing to her but the way Dylan was looking at her with pure pleasure and enjoyment swimming in his dark pupils was enough to make her want it to happen again. His liquid dripped from her face and made its way down her breasts, Dylan unable to contain his groans at the sight.

“So, I’m guessing this is your kink.” She chuckled, coating one of her fingers with his release and putting it into her mouth.

“One of many.” Dylan smirked, extending his hand for her to grab with her free one.

They stared at each other with satisfaction in their eyes as he helped her stand, both of them simply knowing without the need to actually say that that was the best sex the two ever had.

“I’ll be right back.” Dylan stated, placing a lingering kiss on her lips before walking away and disappearing into his bathroom.

One of (Y/N)’s eyebrows quirked at the sudden sound of water from a sink running momentarily but, when he returned to her with a small and damp towel in his hands, everything made sense. He kindly wiped away the now sticky cum on her skin and she smiled up at him.

“Now about that date.” Dylan grinned, throwing the towel on the desk when he was done cleaning her body. “How does the premiere to my new movie with a romantic dinner afterwards sound?”

“A first date in the eyes of the public?” She questioned, challenging him. “Borderline crazy.”

“So, is that a yes?” He smirked and (Y/N) instantly laughed.

“Definitely yes.”

We Are Young: Chapter 5

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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Where’s my bra?

That was the only thought running through Aelin’s head as she stood there, in the middle of Rowan’s bedroom. With Rowan sitting in his bed, shirtless.

Obviously there were more important matters at hand.

An eerie silence draped over the room. Neither one of them spoke, neither one of them even knew what to say. And, if she was being honest, Aelin was half afraid that if she opened her mouth, she may actually be sick.

She tried to work around the fog that laced her memoires. She tried to think of what the hell happened last night. More importantly, how she came to be standing before Rowan in just her underwear. But she was coming up empty. Everything was a big drunken blur. The last thing she remembered was her and Fenrys kicking Dorian and Manon’s asses at beer pong - and even that was fuzzy.

Where’s my bra? And pants.

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I don’t think either one of them really knew just how powerful their feelings towards each other were until these moments [on the ship]. Just the notion of falling for someone – that involves weakness, and it is not something a queen does. But she feels that happening, and he feels it happening for her in return. I think both of them are on unfamiliar ground and especially because it’s with an equal. It’s kind of hard for her, at this point, not to look at this guy and realize he is not like the other boys.
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D&D, talking about Jonerys

Originally posted by zaynharry

anonymous asked:

Evan and Connor OTP questions??

- Who in your otp had the Emo phase in high school? Evan. Come on, we all know it’s Connor, except it’s not a phase, Cynthia. It’s who he is.
- Who loves breakfast foods? Evan loves almost all breakfast foods. He would eat breakfast for every meal if he could, but that’s ‘not healthy’ according to Alana.
- Who washes the dishes while the other dries? They have a dishwasher, but if it’s busted, Evan washes and Connor dries because Evan is usually more attentive and makes sure the plates are actually clean.
- Who likes to drive? Connor. Evan’s anxiety only worsens when he drives, so Connor does all of the driving for them. Sometimes they walk places, though, or ride their bikes.
- Who is more organized? Evan. Connor doesn’t really mind mess, but Evan always feels better if things are in order.
- Who likes to go outside and who is the hermit? Evan’s the hermit. I kid, I kid. Evan loves being outside, while Connor is pretty sure he’s allergic to the fresh air. He’ll go on hikes and climb trees with Evan if Evan really wants to, though. Connor can’t say no to him.
- Who gets super excited about everything? Evan is definitely the more expressive when it comes to his passions, but Connor does still get excited about things. He tries to act like he doesn’t care, but Evan’s learned to notice the spark in Connor’s eyes when he’s excited about something.
- Who likes to eat spicy food? Connor. Evan has digestive problems and can’t always eat really spicy things. Connor, on the other hand, will drink an entire bottle of hot sauce without blinking.
- Who is the one who kills the bugs? Neither. Evan takes them outside while Connor acts like he’s totally not scared. He is actually very scared.
- Who loves to cook? Connor, surprisingly. Neither one of them knew how until the got to college and Connor bought a bunch of cookbooks to try and make sure they didn’t rely too much on ramen. Also, with Evan’s dietary restrictions, he had to make sure there was something he could eat.
- Who is the one who gets the other to try new things? Evan. Connor can be a stubborn person, but Evan usually gets him to be a bit more adventurous when it comes to the outdoors.
- Who is more protective? They both are, in their own ways. Connor is very physically protective of Evan; he’s willing to beat the crap out of anyone that bothers him. Evan worries over Connor, though, and will stand up for him if he thinks he really needs it.
- Who likes PDA more? Neither one of them. They’re both too uncomfortable around strangers to just start kissing, and they both like to keep their affection private. However, around close friends, Connor’s usually the one cuddling Evan or grabbing his hand. Evan will sometimes initiate things, though.
- Who would go and do something stupid for 20.00$? Connor. Murphy. He can usually be egged on by Jared, who is offering the $20. Evan worries for him, and can usually be found crying on Zoe’s couch whispering “He’s so stupid. Oh my god.”
- Who is the one who eats too much? Evan has a habit of either overeating or undereating. Connor tries to make sure he’s staying healthy, though. 
- Who is the one who lies awake at night if they don’t have the other’s arms around them? Both of them. Once they become comfortable around each other enough to start cuddling, they don’t really want to stop. They’re the type of couple to stay awake texting until one of them crashes (usually Evan). The other (usually Connor) then just stares at pictures of them until they can finally fall asleep.
- Who would be the one to cry at their wedding? Surprisingly, Connor. It just hits him halfway through the ceremony that he’s actually getting married. He didn’t think it would ever happen, and certainly not with someone as amazing as Evan. He just starts bawling and Evan has to hug him until he stops.
- Who buys all the parenting books? Again, Connor. Both boys worry about being good fathers because they both had shitty dads, but Connor’s the one to study up on it. Evan has to tell him that he’s going to be a good dad and that he needs to stop worrying so much.
- Who is the one that tries to cook but can’t? Evan tries to make Connor breakfast in bed on their anniversary and it’s horrifying. He nearly burns down their house. Connor has to use the emergency fire extinguisher while Evan calls 911.
- Who would cheer on the other in an act of stupidity? Neither. If one of them is doing something stupid, the other will try to intervene, especially if Jared Kleinman is involved in some way.
- Who would get the tattoo of their lover’s name? Connor, because Evan hates needles. He doesn’t get Evan’s name, though, he gets his initials tattooed on his wrist for their tenth anniversary. Evan thinks it’s actually pretty romantic.
- Who would wear the other’s clothes in public? They both do. Evan has stolen almost all of Connor’s hoodies and wears them, but Connor’s the one to steal Evan’s shirts. Evan always gets flustered when he sees Connor in one of his blue t-shirts, so Connor keeps doing it.
- Who is the caring one who would do anything for you in an instant? They both are in different ways. Evan would drop everything in his life to be there to emotionally support Connor every step of the way, while Connor would do literally anything to make sure Evan is safe and happy.
- Who constantly laughs at themselves? Both still get embarrassed easily, but Connor’s the first to laugh at himself when he does something stupid. Evan always worries about looking like an idiot.
- Who brings home a stray dog and begs the other to keep it? CONNOR. He brings home like, thirty dogs a year and Evan always hates telling him no, but they don’t have enough room for all of them. They do adopt two, though, and Connor is alright with that.
- Who proposes? Evan does. Connor isn’t the most romantic, and he’s honestly probably a little more insecure about their relationship than Evan is. He just worries that he’s going to screw it up all the time. Evan proposes to him in the old orchard Connor’s family used to go to, and Connor sort of panics and says nothing and Evan gets worried until finally Connor just blurts out “Why?” Things eventually work themselves out, though.
- Who takes forever in the bathroom? Connor ‘My hair has to look amazing, Evan’ Murphy. His hair does look amazing, though, so Evan doesn’t really complain.
- Who bounces their leg up and down constantly? Evan. He has a lot of nervous ticks, and bouncing his leg is one of them. If it gets out of hand, Connor just leans over and puts his hand on Evan’s knee to get him to stop.
- Who is the one who doesn’t study and aces their exams? Connor. He is in classes with Alana Beck, after all. He’s incredibly intelligent, but he doesn’t try at all and thus doesn’t live up to his full potential. He always helps Evan study, though.
- Who is the one who can’t stop laughing when they are tired? Evan. Connor thinks it’s really cute, though, so he keeps telling Evan jokes to get him to laugh more.

The Box of Holes (Poly! Hamilsquad x Reader)

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad X Reader

Requested?: For My Dearest Alexander (@notthrowingawaymyfood )

Prompt: Reader brings home a suspicious box with holes.

Words: 800+

Warnings: Poly Relationship, and FLUFF.

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You softly closed the door behind you as your bag plopped onto the ground and you kicked off your shoes. You kept a tight grip of the squirming box in your arms as you crept into the strangely quiet apartment you shared with your boyfriends. At least all of them would be home at this time on a Thursday afternoon. Lafayette would be writing songs on the balcony, Alexander would be typing away at his laptop in the dining room, Hercules would be sewing in the spare room, and John would probably be watching anime or playing Mario Kart in the living room. That’s why you were stealthy and tried not to make a sound. You never knew when one of them would pop out and see you. 

You tiptoed down the hall, the box held tightly to your chest. You noticed the spare room’s door was open and the sound of the working sewing machine and Hercule’s soft humming was heard. You remember the layout of the spare room and knew you can’t walk past the room without Hercules seeing you. But you could try and run past. Taking the chance, you silently sprinted past the spare room, your heart skipping a beat when the machine stopped but you sighed in relief when the whirring started up again. You then moved on to the next trial.

Alexander wasn’t in the dining room when you passed by ao he was probably sleeping or using the bathroom. The sound of the running shower confirmed your theory as you proceeded forward. But once the water stopped, you noticed how the door was halfway closed. Laf or John probably was talking to Alex and didn’t close the door. You knew how Alex liked his privacy but this was ridiculous. You slowly crept to the bathroom and heard Alexander shuffling around, singing softly to himself as he dressed and dried his hair. You thought you were in the clear once you passed the door. But you froze when the box in your arms yelped. You heard Alexander stop moving in the bathroom as well.

“(Y/N)? Are you home?” Alexander’s voice came from the bathroom just as the door was opened fully and the sewing machine in the spare room went silent. You immediately booked it to the bedroom. Unfortunately for you, John was exiting the said bedroom just as you slid across the wood floors and smacked right into him. The box in your arms went flying and Hercules caught it just as you slammed into John, pushing you both against the bedroom door.

“Woah,” John chuckled as he groaned in pain. “Babygirl, if you wanted to get busy, you could have just walked calmly to me instead of slamming into me.”

You blushed a bright red as you raced over to Hercules, trying to take the box away from him. But because of the height difference between you, you couldn’t stop him from opening the box. The source of the yelping popped it’s head out and sniffed the air, barking again as its tail wagged.

“Surprise.” You say flatly as you take the small black-and-white Papillon puppy out of the box and held her to your chest, letting her lick your face and nuzzle you. “I found her while I was walking home from class today. The person said he didn’t her so I took her for free. He let me take her. Her name is Orca, like the killer whale.”

Alexander, Hercules, and John all stared at you, their hearts swelling up at how cute you looked holding the small puppy. All four boyfriends knew how much you loved animals and how much you wanted a puppy, but your landlord always told you ‘no dogs in the building!’ Then you guys moved into a different, pet-friendly building and you gushed at all the dogs on your floor. The boys wanted to get you a dog, but you were all so busy and the dog wouldn’t get enough love and attention. But now that you’re taking online classes, you’ll be able to look after little Orca while the boys were at their jobs.

“Can we keep her?” You ask then. pulling your heart-melting puppy-dog eyes and stuck your bottom lip out. 

The three men all opened their mouths to speak but they were cut off by a fourth but French male voice. “Oui, we will keep her.”

You all turned to see Lafayette standing there, holding a golden retriever puppy in his arms. The two puppies yelped and barked at each other, squirming in the human arms that restrained them. Once they were released, the two puppies sniffed and played with each other, barking and yelping in delight. You all couldn’t help but laugh at this. You then all exchanged looks before Alexander spoke up.

“If I find dog hair on my clothes, I’m letting them sleep outside.”

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Magnus x Reader


“Concentrate.” Magnus guided, watching you carefully as you turned your hand which promptly burst into flames.

“I did it!” You squealed happily. “But, it’s a flame.” You frowned and looked up at the older warlock who chuckled.

“Well you’ll be good at passionate spells, besides soon you’ll cover them all, this is your first solo spell.” He smiled when you nodded and reached for the book her was holding out for you.

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One Strange Night // Jay Park & Im Jaebum College AU!(M)

Originally posted by ohsexyguys

Originally posted by morkeutuan

Pairing: Jay Park x Reader x Im Jaebum

Genre: Smut, threesome

Summary: You live with Jay and Jaebum in a student house near to your university, and things get very interesting one night that you all decide to watch a movie instead of going out partying.

A/N: Please note that this scenario is rated mature and contains content of a sexual nature including threesomes, oral, orgasm denail, begging, lots of dirty talk. (Also, sorry for using two GIFs but there are no GIFs with these two boys together to my knowledge!)


They say that your days at college are the most stressful and crazy days of your life – and this was true. Not only did you have mountains of work to hand in and make near impossible deadlines, you had seen some pretty crazy shit, both on and off campus.

You lived in a student share house; you and two other boys. The first was Jay Park, born and raised in Seattle who was majoring in music production – and if he could put full time party boy down on his resume, that would be applicable too. The second was Im Jaebum, a study abroad student from South Korea who moved in around the same time as you and Jay. When you first met him, his English was barely coherent thus him keeping to himself most of the time – but now, 2 years down the line, you and Jay had him talking like he was from down the road, causing the three of you becoming close; even though your personalities differed greatly.

Living with 2 handsome men wasn’t easy. Actually, most of the time, living with men wasn’t easy; period. More than often, they left things lying at their backside for you to clean up, and not one of them knew how to work a cooker or washing machine to save their lives. You wondered how they survived up until this point, and then it clicked with you that these boys had lived with their Mothers all their lives – and now living with you, you took it upon yourself to mother them when and if so necessary. Not only because you wanted to help them; you also had a huge crush on both of them too.

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I guessed wrong;

staceyiscold  requested:

Hi could I have an imagine please?? Where the reader and either Monty or zach are secret cuddle buddies (like friends with benefits but for cuddles) and the boy develops feelings and avoids the reader so she confront him at school in front of his friends who don’t even know they talk and then it ends kinda fluffy kinda sexy? Not smut just not too cheesy! Thanks!!

author’s note: Sorry this is kinda late? i was quite out of it and i really need to sleep now but i hope this is any good!! aaaaa I don’t know how sexy I could turn this into?? I hope my ~sadness~ didn’t get much in the way (mainly i hope i didn’t disappoint hahahahaahkjasjd) i hope you enjoy it! hope i didn’t mess anything up!!!! it’s also quite long but i feel like i tried to shorten it up a bit. a mess. i apologize. /also i was the only one to read it so if any english mistakes,, again,, i apologize/

Originally posted by knightlley

I entered the school, trying to keep my small self-cheering to myself and walking with a teeny smile on my face. I greeted the kids I know, some greeted me back some just nodded at my existence, but none of that really bothered me. No, nothing could possibly bother me lately.

I was happy, is it too cheesy to say that?

Recently it is felt as if teenagers can’t feel happy, only stress and worry on their minds. Occasionally depressed, but it is the youth, mood swings are totally acceptable, which is how adults completely ignore any kind of scream of help coming from their children. With all the pressure coming at us, whether it’s socially with all the high standards or it’s school, which has really not any kind of low standards and you have to want, not need, but want to achieve a full score on anything.

But out of all the odds, I was happy. After everything that has been going on, being a little selfish and having a dot of happiness is what I deserve.

I went on and passed down the halls, getting to my locker and opening it. I felt a presence behind me but I brushed it off since tons of kids are walking there, but turned around when someone coughed and touched my shoulder to get my attention.

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Ok but can we please talk about Slytherin Yoon Jeonghan?

  • Yoon Jeonghan who everyone kept saying was a veela
  • Because no one can be that beautiful
  • He was only a first year though
  • So when he got into the train he felt a bit out of place
  • His wand is made of veela hair though so maybe they had a point
  • Yoon Jeonghan who was quick to find an empty compartment
  • Soon enough it wasn’t empty though because a boy who looked larger than life and boy who looked like God’s favorite angel sat next to him
  • Soon enough he was swearing eternal friendship to both Seungcheol and Joshua
  • Yoon Jeonghan who sat with the hat in his head for a good five minutes
  • Until the hat finally decided Slytherin, because of course
  • Yoon Jeonghan who genuinely cant care less about house sitting arrangements
  • He sits where he wasn’t when he wants because honestly no one is going to stop him
  • He is just that loved
  • Yoon Jeonghan who is secretly good at quidditch but can’t care enough to play for the team
  • He is Slytherin’s biggest hype man though
  • Is always giving the team pep talks as if he was the captain and not Minghao
  • “Okay people we’ve worked very hard this season!”
  • “You’re not in the team…”
  • “Shh my sunflower, now as I was saying WE worked really hard…”
  • Also supports gryffindor’s quidditch team because of his baby
  • No one is as hyped for a Gryffindor game as Jeonghan
  • Yoon Jeonghan who charms his way in and out of everything
  • Honestly he became head boy because he sweet talked Snape too much
  • Also because he really, REALLY wanted access to the prefect’s bathroom
  • Yoon Jeonghan who is constantly letting the boys out of trouble
  • Specially Minghao and Chan because he can’t afford them getting caught and loosing house points
  • Also won’t admit it but constantly helps Gryffindor by not turning Chan in whenever he goes for night walks
  • This happens at least once a week
  • “This would be fifty points less Chan you know this.”
  • “Yes hyung.”
  • “Then why would you do it?”
  • “It won’t happen again hyung.”
  • “I hope so, now whose baby are you?”
  • “I’m no one’s…”
  • “Fifty points Chan.”
  • “Jeonghanie’s baby.”
  • “Yes you are!”
  • Yoon Jeonghan who has way too much fun with divination
  • Like way too much fun
  • Someone please stop him
  • Yoon Jeonghan who loves reading everyone’s tea leaved
  • Seungcheol stopped drinking tea because of this
  • “Here it says you’re about to find love.”
  • “No it doesn’t! Show me.”
  • “Here see this leave specifically positioned that way either means love or death.” 
  • “DEATH?”
  • “I’m sure it’s love though.”
  • Everyone things he’s bullshitting his way through divination
  • Even he thinks he’s bullshitting his way through divination
  • But somehow he always gets his predictions right
  • And it drives everyone insane
  • “You devil!”
  • “Hi Joshua how are you? Good? That’s…”
  • “You said it was going to snow!”
  • “And…”
  • “It’s the middle of summer Jeonghan, it can’t snow!”
  • “But today you woke up and…?”
  • “It’s snowing! You’re the devil; I’m so done with you!”
  • Yoon Jeonghan who swears he has never charmed anyone to do their bidding
  • But he might be part Veela so no one actually trusts him
  • Chan swears Jeonghan charmed him into calling himself Jeonghan’s baby
  • Of course Jeonghan firmly denies this
  • Yoon Jeonghan who took 12 boys under his wings just because
  • He genuinely just picked boys at random and decided he would take care of them
  • No one knew how he picked them or why
  • But those 12 kids practically ran the school so no one really cared
  • Yoon Jeonghan who is pretty good at herbology
  • Professor Sprout says it’s because plants like pretty people
  • Which might be true because he doesn’t even try
  • It became a bit worrying when even the Whomping Willow refused to hit him
  • He started calling himself king of plants third year, thank merlin it didn’t stick
  • Yoon Jeonghan who has a way to get into everyone’s common room
  • He does it for fun mostly
  • Also he likes leaving gifts in peoples pillows just because
  • Chocolate frogs, licorice spiders, candy in general
  • His favorite is the hufflepuff common room
  • Because: “At least you kids have everything tidy! Have you seen Gryffindor! I keep telling Vernon he needs to clean up! I can barely see the floor!”
  • Yoon Jeonghan who is big on Christmas at Hogwarts
  • He naturally stays to keep the boys company
  • Also because he would rather spend Christmas in Hogwarts than at home
  • Since first year he helps the house elves cook Christmas Dinner
  • He also helps them clean up because he might be mischievous but he’s also a decent human being
  • Yoon Jeonghan who is big at holidays in general
  • Halloween with him has no chill
  • He once managed to make the whole school, including teachers, to dress up for Halloween
  • The next year he took it to the next level and turned everyone into himself for Halloween
  • He’s generally just wild for holidays
  • Also Jeonghan’s underground house of horrors IS A THING
  • Yoon Jeonghan who runs the betting poll for quidditch games
  • He made a small fortune out of it
  • He naturally uses the money to buy candy and help Soonyoung’s firework supply
  • Yoon Jeonghan whose amortentia smells like fresh cut grass and cologne
  • Yoon Jeoghan whose boggart is none other than his friends abandoning him
  • Yoon Jeonghan who might be intimidating but really cares so much about everyone
  • Yoon Jeonghan who is ambitious and cunning
  • SLYTHERIN YOON JEONGHAN PEOPLE


Ravenclaw Wonwoo   Hufflepuff Seungkwan   Slytherin Minghao  Ravenclaw Jun  Gryffindor Hansol   Hufflepuff Seokmin Ravenclaw Jihoon Hufflepuff Jisoo   Gryffindor Chan   Hufflepuff Mingyu  Gryffindor Hoshi  Slytherin Jeonghan

"Handcuffed"

Request: The twins magically handcuff the reader to Professor Snape.

Note: Sorry I didn’t do two days like you asked, but I got carried away with just one day. I very much enjoyed writing this, sorry it took so long and sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted. Thanks for your request, keep them coming!


Originally posted by xpolyjuicepotion


What on earth was coming down the corridor?! No, it wasn’t ‘what’, it was who…then you realized.

“Professor?”

Professor Snape was skipping down the hall with sparkeling pink robes billowing behind him. His black hair was bouncing up and down in tune with his skips.

You woke with a sudden jolt. What a weird dream. You had to tell your best friends. You got dressed quickly and went to your first class: advanced potion making.

“Hiya Y/N” the twins said in unison.

“Hey Fred. Hey George.” You sat between the two of them.

You and the boys had been friends since first year, you were one of the only ones who knew them apart.

“We’ve got this new spell that we are totally gonna try,” Fred started.

“And you’re the victim.” George finished with an evil smirk on his face.

“No. You. Will. Not.” You emphasised every word.

“But it’ll help with our plan,” Fred quickly whispered the plan in your ear.

Potions class went pretty normal, as a seventh year you were pretty good at potions. At the end of class, like every other day you went to give Professor Snape your notebook to be graded, but as you did so Fred as well as George  came up behind you mumbled something and the next thing you knew there was a handcuff around your left wrist, the boys ran and Snape looked livid.

“Get back here!” Snape started to walk after them.

“Ouch!! Professor stop!” You yelled as his steps jerked your wrist and the rest of you body forward.

You were handcuffed to Professor Snape. The twins would pay for this, big time.

“Well don’t just stand there Professor, get it off! I have other classes to be at.” You said pulling your hand up as if to remind him the handcuffs were there.

He narrowed his eyes at you, “Do not talk to me in such a disrespectful way Ms. Y/L/N.” He said cooly and then looked down to examine the uncomfortable handcuffs.

You waited silently as the class started to laugh and whisper.

“Well?” You asked impatiently in an annoyed tone, “are you going to get them off or not?”

“Stop using that tone with me, I’m not the one who did this.” Snape said and sighed heavily. “These,” he raised his wrist so the handcuffs were in your face, “will be part of our lives for the next two days, there is nothing I, or anyone, can do.”

You stood there, shocked, and getting very mad.

“You’ve got to be joking.” You deadpaned.

“I am not one to joke. Now, I have to get supplies for my next class.” He said and started walking.

“Oh no you don’t! I have classes I can’t miss. You’re coming with me to my classes.” You said trying to keep up with him.

“I think not.” He said and kept walking.

You stopped, causing his arm to jerk back and he stopped.

“I will drag you along if I have to.” He said as he raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Well put them on hold. I’m not having detentions because you won’t go to my classes.” You said angrily turning toward the way of your next class.

He huffed and started walking toward Professor McGonall’s classroom. You smiled triumphantly.

“Of all students why did I have to get cuffed to you. You’re so stubborn and not at all intimidated me. Most students would do what I say.” He said irritated as the two of you walked.

You rolled your eyes and walked into the class, took a seat and waited for McGonall to come in.

“Students today…Severus? Why are you sitting in my class?” She looked at the man beside you.

You raised your hand with the handcuff and Snape’s limply followed, his face in a scowl.

“What the devil?!” McGonall came over and closely examined the handcuffs, “Well, it will be an awkward two days for the two of you.” She said resuming her class and passing out a test you had to take.

You started the test and you could feel Snape looking over your shoulder at your work.

“Can you not?” You asked not looking up from your test.

“Shhh.” McGonall said.

“I was seeing if you were as bright in this class as you are in potions, but you’ve got number three wrong you dunderhead.” He whispered to you.

“Oh shut up.” You said in a more sarcastic tone so he thought you were joking.

“A simple ‘thank you’ would have sufficed.” He said looking away.

“Severus, Y/N, if you both keep talking I will give you a detention, and Severus, don’t make me bring up the birthday incident! This is a test.” McGonall said in a harsh tone.

Snape huffed. You looked back at number three, and sure enough you saw that you’d made a mistake. You rolled your eyes not wanting to thank him and not wanting him to say ‘I told you so.’

You finally finished the test and McGonall took it. You realised the worst thing possible. You motioned to Snape like you wanted to tell him a secret.

“What?” He said, his voice and face void of all emotion.

“Get your head down here I’m not saying it out loud.” You said getting irritated.

Snape gave in and put his ear by your mouth. You whispered to him.

“You what?!” Snape’s horrified look and louder than needed tone caught everyone’s attention, even McGonall’s.

“I have to pee.” You repeated just above a whisper, your face turning bright red.

McGonall choked on a laugh and put her head down, probably to hide her smile.

You got up and Snape followed, his eyes looking to the floor. You came to the bathroom and stopped outside a stall.

“Any ideas about how to go about this?” You asked.

“Just go I’ll stand at arms length and stare at the wall.” He said and walked in the stall behind you.

It was the most awkward minute or two of both your lives. You relieved yourself while Snape stood by the wall shifting his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

****

You’d gotten through your classes and three horrendous trips to the bathroom (him having to go was way more awkward than when you had to) and it was finally time to eat….this would be weird, would he make you sit at the head table or would you sit with your friends? You couldn’t stand the thought of him sitting with you and your friends.

The pair of you walked to the Great Hall. He kept walking past the rows of students up to the head table.

“Wonderful.” You mumbled under your breath.

“I will not sit with your group of so called 'friends’ they’re all dunderheads.” He said as if reading your mind, “also they would do nothing but stay silent.” He finished as you sat uncomfortably close to him at the table.

“They’re not all dunderheads. If you’d take the time to realize that not everyone is as smart as you then you might actually see some of them aren’t that bad.” You sassed off to him as though he weren’t your professor.

“You’d better watch it young lady.” He said in a low growl.

You didn’t mean to come across as rudely, it was just your defense mechanism. You kept everyone you knew at arms length so to speak.

“I didn’t mean it as rudely as other came out, but I won’t apologise for the truth professor sir.” You said as you reached for the potatoes.

You didn’t eat much at dinner, which wasn’t abnormal, you never ate much, just enough to fill you up, and that didn’t take a lot. You sat through the boring conversations and the every now and again tease from one of the professors, some said they were so sorry about you being handcuffed to Snape others found it hilarious.

You shuffled out of the Great Hall. Tired from the days events.

“Merlin’s beard!” You said rather loudly.

Snape stopped in the hall and gave you a puzzled but annoyed look, “What is it now?”

“You….I….oh God.” You stuttered as realisation of what was to come hit you.

“Well?” Snape said impatiently and began walking again.

“We have to…sleep together.” You said in a somewhat disgusted tone.

Snape stopped. His face deadpaned, “this hadn’t crossed your mind ealier?”

“No. I didn’t give it any thought. Oh my gosh this is gonna be weird.” You said and began rambling about what others would think and say.

Snape continued walking at his normal fast pace toward his private rooms, practically dragging you along.

“Can you slow down? One of your strides is like four of mine.” You half panted.

Snape huffed and rolled his eyes, but he did slow to a pace you could keep up with.

He opened a large wooden door. Inside was a rather messy sight. Books were stacked in every corner, potion bottles were in no order on a desk in the corner of the room. The fireplace looked as though it was never used, and it looked as if Snape had never dusted.

You followed Snape down a hallway into his bedroom. The walls were stone, just like in the room you’d just been in. There was a four-poster in the middle of the room with a little table on both sides. The left side had a thick book and candle on it. The right table had another book, it was a very small book and a quill on top of it.

“D'you have a diary?” You asked teasingly and pointed at the small table to the right.

“No.” Snape said rather quickly.

“Yeah sure. Look I’m really tired can we just…” You stopped not know how to ask to lay down without it sounding awkward.

Snape nodded and you both layed down on the tall bed. It was rather hard and the room was cool. You pulled the blankets up to your neck.

“G'night Professor.” You said trying to get a bit of a rise out of him.

“Stay on your side.” He commanded.

You fell asleep rather quickly.

****

You woke with a jolt the next morning. 'What the?!’ You were cuddled up next to your potions master, your head was on his chest and your arm aroud his tourso. You looked at your sleeping professor, who at this moment was starting to stir. His eyes fluttered open he looked at you in confusion for a moment. “'Morning sunshine” You said with a devilish grin.

“I told you to stay on your side! Get off of me!” His voice deep and laced with drowsiness as he scooted away from you.

He scooted nearly all the way off if the bed before both of you noticed that his wrist no longer handcuffed to your own.

“They’re gone!” You said in amazwment, “how?!”

You looked over at Snape who still looked shaken by the fact he woke up with your head on his chest.

“I’m gonna tell everyone I know you slept with me, and that even though you seem like a cold man, you’re pretty warm.” You said trying to get his attention, your mouth twisted into a wicked smirk.

“If you breath a word of this to anyone…” He started, his face getting a hint of pink.

“You’ll what? You can’t expell me for telling the truth professor. And if you give me detention I’ll find other ways to annoy you.” You said triumphantly, you’d finally embarrassed the professor who never showed emotion.

“I’ll find something to do.” He said, “now that we are no longer handcuffed you can leave.” He gestured to the door.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t enjoy my company. You love it and you know it.” You said as you got up and walked to the door of the bedroom.

“Thanks for the cuddles!” You yelled as you ran out of Snape’s quarters before he could say anything.

*****

“Well,” George’s voice brought you out of your thinking.

“Did it work?” Fred asked as he sat down beside you in the Great Hall for breakfast.

“Like a charm.” You smiled and handed Fred a large bottle of powdered bicorn horn you’d managed to grab on the way out of Snape’s room.

“Did he know?” Fred asked, looking over at Snape who looked over at the three of you as if he knew you were talking about him.

You gave an exaggerated wink to Snape, his face flashed a look of embarrassment and he quickly looked away.

“He’s got no idea, he think I have a crush on him, and that’s how I’ll return the bottle.” The twins looked at you confused, but they knew you always had a plan.

After you made the Polyjuice Potion the twins wanted you found yourself walking back to Snape’s private room.

You smiled and knocked on his door. He opened it and you quickly walked past him.

“Oh how I’ve missed your cuddles!” You said overly exaggerating every word.

Snape’s face contorted into a look of disbelief.

You opened your arms and ran toward him, purposely knocking down a table in the room. You acted as if you fell, quickly reached in your pocket and tossed the bottle to the side.

“GET OUT! This is totally inappropriate.” Snape’s voice boomed.

He came over you and to your suprise, offered you a hand to help you up. You took it and quickly walked to the door.

“As you wish sir.” You stated and winked at him, spinning on your heels to walk out the door with a triumphant smile on your face. You had finished your mission for the twins, now they owed you.

In the room you just walked out of stood Severus Snape in utter shock, had a student actually liked him? He didn’t mind her, he had indeed enjoyed her company. But he couldn’t believe a student would like him, especially when he treated every student illy. What was the world coming to?