Paul Lahote isn’t pissed, he can’t even be annoyed. It’s 2 AM and his phone is ringing.
Warnings: Cursing, Underage Drinking
Song(s) to Listen to: Say You Won’t Let Go - James Arthur OR/AND Closing Time - Semisonic
A/N: I can not thank you guys enough for the wonderful feedback on part 1 of That Girl is a Problem. Seriously, when it hit 100 notes, I cried. Thank you guys so so much, and please, if you have any requests or questions or if you just want to talk, feel FREE to message me any time!!
So here it is, my FIRST A/B/O series featuring Alpha! Dean/ Omega! Reader (not Destiel). I am still a Samgirl to the very core of my being, but I thought it would be fun to try something different for a change.
You meet Dean Winchester in a bar when he attempts to come to your rescue after a drunk Alpha tries to take advantage of you. He quickly realizes you’re not what he expected. You’re a very independent Omega who is used to speaking her mind. He’s all Alpha, but there is just something about you, an attraction that makes him want to know more…….
“You mind your tone, Young Lady.” Babi shook her finger at me in warning. “I may be old, but I was once a pretty young Omega like you. Before my Stefan claimed me, I had Alphas sniffing around me all the time. I owe it to your parents to make sure you end up with the best man possible, Alpha or not.”
“Well between you and the twins, I wouldn’t be surprised if he never wants to see me again!” I snapped before stomping from the room. I rarely cried, and I didn’t want my family or Dean to see how upset I was.
“Mrs. Novak?” Dean finally spoke up. “Just so you know, I don’t make it a habit to pick women up in bars, Omega or not. I met Y/N because a drunk Alpha was bothering her all night, and I thought she needed help. She proceeded to kick his ass and showed me that she can take care of herself.”
Ada smiled at him. “Of course she can, child. Y/N doesn’t need an Alpha to protect her. She is her own woman. I made sure of that.”
Dean understood in that moment how much Ada Novak loved her granddaughter who was so much like her, and how much she worried about her, and the right words just came to him.
“Most Alphas would be threatened by an Omega that is as outspoken and opinionated as Y/N, but I’m not. That’s what I love about her. She’s not afraid to speak her mind and stand up for herself. It doesn’t matter what any of you do, I’m not going anywhere. I’m gonna go make sure Y/N is okay.”
After Dean left the room, Ada turned to her grandsons. “I like him. He reminds me of my Stefan. They will make beautiful babies.”
Prompt: Character A and B are involved in a cave in, A is trapped behind a large wall or unstable rock and is quickly running out of oxygen as they are trapped in a tiny pocket of space, their limbs pinned uncomfortably by the rock. B runs to get help but then stays on the other side of the wall to where A is trapped while It takes hours to rescue A and when they are recovered from the cave, they are in a near catatonic.
HERE WE GO BOIS was not satisfied with the amount of lance in S4 so time to write it all out >:) basically just going to write and post lance hurt/comfort whenever i see a prompt that inspires me whoop
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understand how things went so bad so quickly.
It had been a
simple reconnaissance mission for a supposedly uninhabited planet,
checking for possible resources or hidden Galra bases. The planet
itself already looked run down, with nothing but barren ridges and gray plains all across the surface. But their focus was on the hundreds of
caves that littered the area they landed near. The fact that the
caves were only situated in that radius of land was pretty
suspicious, so Allura sent them down to take a look.
Summary:Mother nature comes and Zach takes care of you
A/n:Lets say hes 17 and your 18:)
For the last few days you had been extremely busy with little to no energy, you were beyond tired at this point. College courses were kicking you ass, but the cute motivational texts and Starbucks sitting on the counter for you before you left from Zach was enough to keep you going until Friday hit.
You had just finished your last class before the weekend and you had started to feel horrible. you felt like you had a fever, you were bloated and in extreme pain everywhere.
When you had told Zach that instead of coming over to the Why Don’t We house tonight, you were just gonna stay home and crash early, but not before promising that you’d be there first thing in the morning to wake him up. But that wasn’t enough for Zach, it had been almost a full week since you had last spent any time together and he missed you, more than anything. Neither of you ever slept right when you weren’t with him, its been like that ever since you spent your first night at the house, now every weekend you woke up in the arms of your boyfriend.
Somehow with Zach promising a whole night of laying in bed watching Netflix and nap taking he had convinced you to go home, pack a bag and drive 30 minutes to the beautiful house that sat on the hills.
Warning ⚠️: SMUT (this is my first official smut Idk what i’m doing srry if it sucks),unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP FELLAS),oral (male receiving),Swearing & fluff
A/N: could be made into multiparts if shown interest
Sam had been the closest thing to heaven. Well at least in my mind, I always thought about how great my life would be if I had him in it. Sam and I were let’s say “friends with benefits” every night he’d come visit me we’d play around and he’d leave right after which always sucked.
I began falling hard for him the moment we slept together for the first time,he slept beside me and held me all night long. I had wished every time he came over he’d do it again but those times never came sadly.
Twenty minutes later and Hotch was still shell shocked. You’d given him a brief run down of how you and Reid had come to end up in this situation, steering clear of the nitty gritty. He didn’t need to know that.
“And you’ve just acted totally normal around him at work, knowing you’re carrying his child.”
“Hey…. Don’t you start judging me again Aaron. I thought we’d become friends. I can do without that right now, he’s already hating on me enough.”
You took a sip from the water you’d fetched after Reid had stormed out.
“I’m not judging you. I’m sorry if it sounds like that. And we are friends… ”
You could sense a ‘but.’
You were right. He continued tentatively.
“But, Reid has every right to hate you right now. He’s just found out someone is having his baby, but that he’s not allowed to play a part.”
You sighed. Hotch was right.
“Y/N why do you so badly not want him to be in this child’s life? Is it completely selfish reasons, because you don’t get on with him?”
Selfish…. Yep, that was you.
“You know he’d make a good father. He’s kind and considerate, and you know any child that has both of your genes is going to be the next Einstein. She’s going to be a handful.”
She…. Your little girl. Reid’s little girl.
Who he’d threatened to sue you for custody of.
“Shit… Hotch. Could he really take her away from me?” As much as you’d initially not wanted this thing, you’d at least come round to the idea of it, making concessions in your life.
And you weren’t going through another five months of hell just to have nothing to show for at the end of it. The ultrasound earlier had peeled another thin layer of away of whatever was coating your hidden maternal instinct. She was your baby. Yours.
“He could certainly try. I doubt any court would award him full custody though as it’s not like you’re unfit to be a mother. But if he was serious, then he’d stand a good chance of joint access. And you could provide him that without costing both of you thousands of dollars.”
He was right again.
“Y/N look… I can’t tell you what to do here. But if I put myself in Spencer’s shoes right now, I know I’d be heartbroken. He’ll be an excellent father, and now he knows; you don’t have to leave or transfer away from the BAU. You two can work something out, where he can help you and be a part of this little girls life.”
Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes, you spoke. “Call him please. Get him to come back.”
Twenty minutes later and Spencer was sat on your couch wearing an expression that, try as you might, you couldn’t read.
Hotch had left when he had returned, telling you to call him if you needed him.
You seriously were beginning to wonder what you’d do without that man in your life. Since finding out you were pregnant, you’d seen a totally different side to the stoic and unemotional boss you normally saw. He got one thing right though. At least now Spencer knew, you probably wouldn’t leave.
Reid looked at you expectantly, and you knew you should start talking. But that meant having to admit that you were wrong to not tell him, and you hated admitting you were wrong.
Another two minutes of silence passed, Reid fiddling with his tie and you scanning the room looking anywhere else but at him.
Your mouth opened and closed seven times before you finally muttered out a quiet, “I’m sorry.”
“Pardon?” his eyebrows raised at you, his mouth set.
“I’m sorry.” Louder this time, but still not looking at him.
“Well that’s a start I guess. How long have you known?”
Oh joy…… interrogation time.
“So you’ve lied to my face for six weeks? How does Hotch know?”
“Technically I’ve not lied Reid. I just didn’t tell you. And Hotch was with me when I found out. The case where I ended up making an emergency trip to the hospital?”
He nodded, recalling and for once not making a snarky, “I told you so” comment.
“Is the baby okay? Is it healthy? Are you okay?”
“Yes, yes and physically yes.”
“So you’re physically okay but not mentally? Explain please.”
“Well I hadn’t exactly got ‘get knocked up by my work colleague’ written into any of my planners or calenders. But I’ve accepted that it’s happened.” You shrugged your shoulders.
“I thought you told me you were on the pill anyway?”
“I was. But I’m not very good at taking it. Hence why I told you we needed condoms that night.” You’d been offered other types of contraception by your doctor, but had declined them all, not liking the idea of having anything inserted inside of you or having the time to go and get a shot every three months. But you were a walking example of why the contraceptive pill wasn’t an ideal option for people who were constantly pulled from pillar to post.
“But we used condoms? I distinctly remember stopping to have to put one on. And you whining at me to hurry up.” Ugh, you had. You, begging him to hurry up and put it in you, something you never in million years thought would happen. You shuddered at the memory.
“Think Spencer……” His eyes shifted to the ceiling as he thought back, and then the penny dropped.
“The third time……..Shit.That was my fault.”
“It’s no ones fault Reid. We’re both as equally responsible for it.”
“What you’ve just said. If we were both equally responsible for you getting pregnant, then we are both equally responsible for the outcome of that pregnancy. I’m not walking away from this. I won’t be like my father and abandon my child.”
You knew his father had walked out on he and his mom when he was a child, which had been another reason you’d not wanted to tell him. You knew that there was no chance he’d make the same mistakes his own dad had and leave you to raise this child alone. But you’d wanted to do it alone. And now……..Your plans were going to have to change again to accommodate someone else.
Taking a deep breath, you met his gaze. “I know.”
“You know? What does that even mean Y/N?” Why was he insisting on making this so hard for you?
“I know you’re not going to walk away.”
“And I’m not letting you walk away from me either, not with my child. I meant what I said Y/N. I’ll take you to court if I have to. I don’t care what it costs. This could be my only chance at have a child.”
“I know. You won’t have to. We’ll……We’ll work something out. Between us. I won’t take her away from you. I swear it.”
“Her?” His voice was suddenly questioning and soft, a complete contrast the the harsh, bitterness of a few moments ago.
You smiled realising he didn’t know because, how could he?
“Yes. Her. We found out today.”
“We?” his tone was harsh again.
“Hotch came with me.” You winced, knowing how it sounded.
“So are you and he a thing now too? Is that why he was so concerned about you?”
“No. He’s been the only one I’ve been able to talk to about this, that’s all. He’s been very good to me as both a friend and an employer and I asked him to go with me. There’s nothing going on between me and Aaron, he’s more like a dad to me than anything.”
“Okay, well that changes. I’m coming with you to all of your appointments now. All right?”
Not really, but you’d allow it.
“Spencer…….Do you want to see her?”
“Can I?” His eyes lit up.
You moved over to him, pulling your phone out and sitting next to him. Flicking through to your video collection, you selected the one you’d taken earlier today, a small 30 second clip, and pressed play.
Spencer leaned in close and you heard his breathing stop as he watched the screen, the loud whooshing of your babys heartbeat filling the room.
“That’s her? She’s so……..small.”
You waited for him to start reeling of facts about how many centimetres long she would be and how the blood vessels and veins would still be visible through her paper thin skin and how her ears would now be set in their final position, but he didn’t. Instead he touched the screen, replaying the video.
“That’s my baby……..I………I made that?”
The emotion in his voice was breaking through your barriers and you felt it tugging on your heartstrings. There was no way you could block him out of this now. Your eyes moved to his face, seeing him quickly swipe away a tear.
“We made that Spencer. Together,” you whispered. “We’ll find a way to raise her….Together.”
His eyes met yours and you placed a hand on his arm.
Christmas holidays had finally come up. James had invited the rest of the marauders back to our house and to his delight, I had invited Lily. She had been reluctant at first, for that very reason. The first few days had actually been a little awkward whenever the two of them were in the same room, but now it was Christmas eve and they were getting along just fine. James had actually toned down the flirting, although my guess was that he had just run out of pick up lines.
A/N: Wow guys! I didn’t think some many people would be interested in a second part. Thanks for all your comments and notes. Here’s part two, I hope you enjoy it!Part 1
“Avery, don’t run.” You warned, as your daughter rushed to the playground. It was your first day off in weeks and you decided to take Avery and Derek to the park. Naturally Avery was excited to spend the day with “her most favoritist people,” and jumped the gun as soon as the park was in sight.
Derek watched the small girl dive into the sandbox. Sand flying all over her hair and overalls; surprisingly none made it to her eyes. He laughed at your exasperated sigh. “I swear Duke, I have no idea where she gets it from.” You sighed.
He shot you look, knowing full well who it came from. You might’ve dressed pretty for work, but after you didn’t care what you looked like. Paint splattered, flour covered, dirt caked and messy hair, Derek saw it all on you. And to be honest, he thought you were most beautiful in those moments. “Come on mommy, Duke! Play with me!” Avery called out.
You looked at him. “Well shall we?’
It was moments like this that made him wonder if you truly were ignorant of his situation. The way you spoke, confined, and acted towards him mirrored that of normal human to human interaction. And while you could very well be anthropomorphizing him, Derek liked to pretend you knew the truth…. that he was actually human. Smiling he headed towards Avery with you at his heels. In one fair swoop he landed right beside her, sand flying everywhere. She laughed, brushing his black fur. “Seriously? You too?” You asked, in mock betrayal.
He grinned, not even trying to look innocent. If Derek were human, he would’ve teased you, before dragging you into the dirt along with them. Unfortunately this wasn’t the case, so he had to make do with barking. “Okay, okay I get it.” You surrendered.
Unlike him or Avery, you skirted in like a baseball player trying to reach plate before getting tagged. Winding up ten times messier than either of them. Avery let out another laugh, while Derek cocked an eyebrow. You shot him a look. “Hey, I only did it cause the two of you were egging me on.”
His grin widened as he pushed the shovel towards you with his nose. You picked it up and begun to help Avery build her sand castle. By the end of the day, Avery had a six towered castle with a surrounding moat courtesy of him. The day had been an overall success, however it left Derek with a startling realization. Now more than ever he wanted to shift. Just so he could do the same things all over again, but as a man not a wolf.
Hey guys! This is just my reaction/summary post of the BTS Concert in Newark (Thursday, 3/23)! I’ll be going into a lot of detail, but bare with me. I’ve linked all the fancams I took throughout the post, so you can check that out :)
Alright so first things first…I’ve been following BTS since ~May/June 2014, and this was the first time I was actually able to go to a live concert. I WAS LITERALLY BEYOND THE MOON when I got tickets, and I was so excited that I was badgering everyone I knew with my fangirling. BTS means so much to me, they got me through some of the hardest times in my life, and they gave me happiness and hope. So getting to go to one of their concerts, see them and support them in person, was such a blessing.
All told from Kuroo’s perspective~ hope you enjoy~!
- Admin Miya
42. “If I die I’m going to come back and haunt you.”
She was just like a star. Beautiful and bright.
I first met her at college. She was not the best in her studies, nor was she the kindest person out there, but there’s one difference. There was something that clung to her and gave her an aura of beauty and confidence. She was stubborn. Headstrong. Doubtful. Loving. Honest. Blunt. True. She was her. And I love her.
She lit up my world as bright as the sun lit up our Earth.
She gave off her light to light up people’s foggy, uncertain paths. She helped so much she forgot she needed light for herself, too.
The first time I noticed her health declining was a year into our relationship, and three months into living with each other. She still had the same bounce in her step, but back then I saw that accompanying every bounce was a stumble. Small stumbles quickly turned into bigger ones, and before I knew it she was down, blood seeping out of a large gash in her forehead, unconcious.
See, I was too fascinated by the majestic beauty of the star that was her, that I forgot a simple truth.
That the brightest stars go out the fastest.
She was already going supernova and I didn’t even notice. She was bursting from the inside, and I can’t help her. I can’t even comfort her at the very least. I dragged myself ever closer to her, even when I knew I’d just destroy myself in the process.
She now glows with a faint brightness. It was different from the light I saw on her the day I met her. It was now less luminous, less… alive… and it was getting dimmer by the second.
Her face was emotionless, but when she turned to me, her eyes twinkled and her lips curved upward. I wanted to turn away, I didn’t want to see her like this… hooked up into machines that was the only source of the light around her. I don’t want that light. I want the light the radiated from her very being. I want the light that was hers. I want her.
“I love you, I always have.” It was the only thing I could muster up to say.
She stared into my eyes and said:
“Oh you better have, Kuroo. Because if you haven’t for all this time… I swear if I die I’m going to come back and haunt you.”
I didn’t know how you even managed to say that, but I was happy. Because at that very moment your light came back. As alive as ever. It sparked the hope in me that you’ll stay, with your light for me and the world to witness again.
And we did witness it again. But now from a distance.
Because at that very day you passed into the sky to be with the stars that will never be as bright as you.
Remember a few days ago when we were all thinking that jikook have reached the peak and cannot top the japan romantic gateway couple video (yes that’s how long I need to spell it out).... well..... I thought jimin was our god and saviors but I have clearly underestimated boyfriend youtube vlogger Jeon Jungkook.... I am dead that fuckinf video is so boyfriend I cannot anymore..... it’s like jikook are competing with themselves like one moment bigger and gayer than the other... I’m scared srly
we were all like “how can they top going to japan” and then they released the couple selfie and we were all like “how can they top this?” and then jimin released his travelog and we were like “wow, jimin, the king of the jikook ship. no one can beat this” then romantic ass boyfriend jungkook came in with his cute ass video that was just !!! so mindblowing and now i swear they cannot beat this. if they do…. they really wilding.
Emma Wheeler’s favorite thing to do while visiting her grandparents in Hawkins, is spending hours in her dads childhood bedroom. Although some things have been moved around over the years, or different things added; like Karen’s sewing machine which now sits on what used to be Mikes school desk; most of the room still belongs in the 1980’s. Emma’s favorite thing by far, is her dads vast book collection. Hundreds of books, hard and paper back, take up one bookcase and three different shelves. Emma gets on her tippy toes and blindly grabs a book from the second top shelf. She pulls it down and skims her way through, thumbs gliding along the slightly warped pages. She comes across page 11 and notices that little hearts are drawn over the whole border of the page. Giggling at her dad’s teenage antics, she puts the book back and grabs another one with a cover that actually peeks her interest this time. She lays down on the floor and begins reading. 10 pages in and Emma is already hooked. As she turns the page, she notices that, like the other book, there are little hearts drawn all over this page too.
Emma being the ever curious thinker, decides to pull out another book to see if by some weird chance, there are hearts drawn in that book as well. Sure enough as she gets to page 11 her eyes land on 20 or so messy graphite hearts.
Okay now something’s up. Why page 11? Why hearts?
Soon, Emma is grabbing book after book, flipping to page 11, and rubbing her fingers over hundreds of penciled in hearts. After 15 minutes, and over 30 books sprawled out across her dads floor, Emma is interrupted by a knock.
“Come on down for lunch Kitten” Mike says peeking his head in, eyeing the mess his daughter had made. “Couldn’t decide on just one?”
She looks up at him, eyebrows knitted tightly together. ”Eleven”
Mike cocks his head, confused.
"Page eleven, of every single one of these books, and I’m sure every single book in the bookcase as well, have hearts written all over it. Why?”
Emma swears she can see her dad’s eyes go glossy for a second, almost like his brain was rapidly replaying hundreds of memories in that single moment. Whatever it was, it left him just as fast as it came.
“Oh sweetie, I couldn’t tell you. It’s been years since i’ve picked up one of those books. That was a lifetime ago. I can barely remember what we ate for dinner last night. Now go wash up, Nana is waiting. I’ll handle all of this” Mike finishes, gesturing towards the haphazard pile of books.
He waits until he can hear the bathroom door shut before turning on his heel to face the large pile of books. He picks one up, and with shaky hands flips to page 11. He slowly glides his fingers over the hearts, taking a sharp inhale through the nose.
“Oh El, I hope you’re safe, wherever you are"
A single tear manages to escape his eye, landing over a heart, turning it into nothing but an unrecognizable black blob.
Prompt(s): “Are you drunk?” “Or we could make out.”
Summary: The boys stumble by the reader’s house drunk. Reader decides to take them in for the night.
Warnings: Drunkenness? Fluff
A/N: First fic! Here goes nothing. Also this turned out to be a lot longer than I thought it was going to be.
When you thought your night was going to be a quiet one for once, your boys never seemed to disappoint. You were in the living room, reading by the fire, when the door crashed open to the hooting and hollering of the drunk men. You sighed, closing your book and followed the noise. What you found Alexander, Hercules, John, and Lafayette all at the doorway. When they see you, they all seem to come at you at once.
“Y/N!” They all slur. You shake your head, trying not to smile.
“Are you drunk?” You ask teasingly. John shrugs, a wide grin gracing his face.
“Maybe?” His voice had gone into a higher register.
“Non, mon ami.” Laf chuckled, a hiccup sneaking it’s way in there. You roll your eyes.
“Alright, whatever you say Gilbert. You guys,” you motion to the tipsy men. “Are staying here tonight. Come on.” You grab Laf and Herc’s arms and drag him to the guest bedroom. You laughed as John called for you to wait as he stumbled up the stairs to follow you guys.
“But I don’t want to go to bed!” They whined. You threw them in the room, closing and locking the door until you back. If they got out, you could never pin all of them down and they will never get to sleep. You ran down stairs again to see Alexander standing against the wall with what you assumed was an attempt of a seductive look on his face. You tried not to laugh but you felt a blush creep onto your face.
You have had a crush on Alexander ever since you lied eyes on him. You wouldn’t have talked to him if it wasn’t for Peggy, who shoved you right into him, making you both fall to the floor. You both had matching bruises on your foreheads for a couple of weeks. After you found out you both shared similar interests, you became close. But not as close as you had hoped for.
“Come on Alex, you too.” You said, walking up to him and taking his hand. He only shook it out of his grasp.
“I don’t wan’t to.” He said childishly. You laughed.
“Come on Alex! Let’s go!” You said, getting a better grip on his arm. He tried to pull away, but to his impaired state, he failed miserably. You dragged him up the stairs, him protesting the entire way.
“You know, you’re adorable when you’re annoyed.” He slurred. You looked back at him to examine his face. He looked surprisingly sober. You shook your head, reminding yourself that he’s drunk. When you reached the bedroom, you reached to unlock it only for Alex to stop you.
“No!” He groaned. “I’m not tired, Y/N. Let’s go do something. Something fun.”
“I have an idea!” You cheered.
“Really?What is it?”
“Sleep,” you deadpanned. “Now.”
“Or we could make out,” he said in a low voice, getting closer to you. “That’s fun.”
You felt your jaw drop a little. Was he serious? How drunk is this guy?
Before you could finish your thought, his mouth was on yours. His kiss was strong, passionate, and needing. You didn’t fight him. Your hands found his neck, then they ran through his hair. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer to him.
When you found yourself in need of oxygen, you pulled away, gasping for breath. Alex moved into kiss again but you stopped him.
“You’re drunk, Lex.” You said, still short of breath.
“No I’m not.” He denied. You stepped back, leaving him with puckered lips and a confused look on his face.
“Walk in a straight line.” you commanded.
“That’s not fair.” He said, crossing his arms.
“Oh yes it is. Walk to me in a straight line. Go.” You said sternly. He scoffed, but obliged. The first few steps were good, but then he stumbled and fell right into arms. He looked at you and kissed you softly. When he pulled away he rested his forehead on yours.
“I tripped o-”
“Uh huh, yeah, sure.” You said. You got him to his feet and pushed him to the bedroom. You opened the door to a pillow being thrown at your face. You screeched in surprise. A chours of “ooohs” echo through out the room. The pillows had been ripped open due to what must have been a pillow fight and feathers were everywhere. Everywhere.
”Lafayette did it.” John said quickly, wasting no time to literally point a finger at Laf.
“Certainly not!” He exclaimed. “It was obviously Hercules.”
“Nuh uh! It was John, I saw him-”
“Will you all stop!” You groaned, regretting your choice of letting them stay over.
“Yeah boys, stop.” Alexander came up behind you, resting his hands on you shoulders.
“Thank you Al-”
“It was obviously John, we all saw you.”
You groan and push Alex forward, making him fall onto the bed with the other boys.
“I’m going to get you guys some water, be right back.”
“Wait!” They all yell, making you jump.
“What?” You asked, you voice harsh.
“Stay with us.” Alex says, getting up.
“Alexander Hamilton, you lay back down or I swear I’ll-”
“Or you’ll what?” He challenges. You stare at him a moment, then turn to leave. You hear Alex call you again but you close the door and lock it behind you. You run down stairs, grab four glasses of water, run back up stairs and find all the boys sprawled on the bed, passed out in a dog pile. You smile and shake your head. These boys will be the end of you. You set the glasses on the bed stand. They’re going to need it in the morning. Then you notice, Alex is missing. Oh, that little…
A pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you tight to they’re respected body. Alex.
You immediately grab his hands and pry him off you.
“How many drinks have you had tonight.” You whispered. He shrugged.
“Only a couple…” he trails off. You stared at him with a look that made him go from confident to a look of guilt.
“…dozen shots….” He finishes. You promptly slap him upside the head and grab him a glass of water.
“Drink.” You command. He takes the glass and sips a small amount of water. He reaches to hand it back to you but you push it back to him.
“Finish the glass, then lay down and go to sleep.”
“No buts. Do you want a hang over in the morning.” It was more of a statement than a question. He hung his head and played with his hands.
“No…” He says almost shamefully. You nod and take the glass from him and set it on the bed stand.
“That’s right. Now go to sleep.” You said calmly. “Good night.”
“Good night honeybunch.” He grinned. You rolled your eyes and turned to leave. Faster than you can blink, he grabbed your hand, spun you around and kissed you. You felt your stomach soared and your knees almost gave out at the intensity of the kiss. When you pulled away, you stared at him for a moment. Then you walked out, still coming down from the kiss.
“You know I may be drunk but I know what I feel, Y/N.” He called. You paused at the doorway.
“And what exactly do you feel?” You asked.
“I love you. Ever since I’ve meet you,” he said. You could hear him getting closer. “Even with the bruise on your head.”
You both laughed. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek.
“Yeah, you were still pretty cute despite the bruise.” You smiled, then froze after realizing what had just come out of your mouth.
“So, you think I’m cute.” He said, a smirk crawling onto his face. You turn around and smack his chest playfully.
“Go to bed!” You laugh. He chuckles and lets you go, starting his way toward bed. You watch him stumble and fall onto the bed. You almost immediately hear him snore. You smile, grab the candle and blow it out.
“Good night, my little solider boys.” You finally turn to close the door, until you head a collected response.
You whip around to see all the boys awake, staring at you with stupid grins plastered on their faces. Were they awake the entire time? You felt your face heat up in anger.
“I hate you.” You say sarcastically.
“No, you love us.” John slurs.
“Especially Alex over here, huh?” Hercules teases. Yeah, they were awake.
With that you slam the door shut lock the door. Lets see how they try to get out of there in the morning with full blown hangovers.
Music Series: Gotta Be You by One Direction (sequel to Middle of the Night)
And so we meet again, my music imagine lovers… (should I be stroking a cat right now?)
Yes, I am working on Music Series one-shots this weekend! It’s been 3 or 4 weeks since I’ve done one, having been busy with a little novel… “SHOUT OUT TO JACK!!!”
The past few days, I’ve been re-reading through my MS imagines, as I edit and post them on my AO3. I’ve found 2 or 3 which need sequels, so I’m starting with those before I start on my queue, so I can have a clean slate once again.
I have searched to find the perfect song for the sequel to Middle Of The Night, and the only song I’ve found to fit the story is…yes…a One Direction song. As my MS fans know, I’ve not written a 1D imagine yet, nor an imagine from Harry’s album, but this one feels right, so I’m using it. When I do the 1D albums eventually, I may simply move this one to it, but for now, this is it. Could be more 1D songs that would relate, but I stopped searching with this one.
This is “Gotta Be You” by One Direction, which you can listen to HERE via my Spotify playlist called, ‘There’s NEVER ENOUGH One Direction Songs’.
So I hit 100 followers overnight and I guess I’m gonna do a follow forever kind of thing??? Maybe oh gosh idk what to say first of all, thanks so much to everyone who follows me and interacts with me or just follows me and looks at my stuff because seriously, i love you all.
thingy, i’m going to take a moment to list 10 of my favourite roleplayers i interact with on here.
@quiet-loudmouth is by far one of my most favourites. I love her OC caden and ive grown very close to her. I consider her a very close friend <3
@i-am-the-bamf anna is a good friend of mine (i like to think) and i love talking to her and sending her pictures of my cat~ She’s an amaing Kurt Wagner roleplayer and i suggest you all take a moment to check her out. Also, she’s the reason this blog even exists sooooo
@wildtsukai dizzy is fantastic and even though we both suck at replying within reasonable amount of times :’^) i love roleplayng with her Todd Tolansky and I swear I’m going to reply to the thread with Mort sometime within like… this week?? ehehe
@blind-mutant sooo i juuuust started talking to gizmo, but i already love them and I used to stalk Rhys when I first came on here and I already love them and ive always loved them and im pretty happy im finally doing a thread with them <3
@mutantleaderinthemaking the very first person i started roleplaying with and i cant thank them enough. i was but a multimuse blog when we started, but because of them, i’ve honed my bobby muse and decided to make this exclusively for bobby drake. they’re a wonderful scott with wonderful headcanons and i love them <3
@exolazarus i love their interpretation of Morgan soooo much, like… soooooo much. He’s a cute Welsh blueberry and Bobby promises to love him forever and ever
@godsperfectidiiot i know theyre not really around anymore, but i really liked the little interactions between Wade and my 616 Bobby <3 and theyre also just a very sweet person in general
@magnokineticheiress So we never really got far with out thread, but i really like how they play lorna and i like their style and it actually prompted me to sit down and start making and editing icons. but theyre really cool and we talked a little bit and theyre nice ^_^
@prodreamer356 another fantastic scott blog that i actually started talking to on ao3.org over some fanfics i had written. they have amazing headcanons and they’re a pretty good scott roleplayer. they’re also fairly new to all of this but theyre really good. hit them up!
@missbigbadwolfie one of the first people i started roleplaying with. Evee is a p cool character and the mun is super sweet. check her out!
So now I’m going to move onto my Follow Forever part of this but this is already pretty long so im going to list them under the cut. I’m going to try and list 100 different blogs / people so i mean… adfds bare with me plz n thnk
Remember those stories you heard growing up? About how powerful a true love kiss is? It always seemed like a myth. Just something people came up with to give girls false hope about love. And for the longest time, you thought it was just a fairytale.
Until now. Until your lips molded against Chris’ and every part of you covered in chills as something inside sparked. It was like being awaken after so many years of walking the earth half asleep.
The way he felt against you, the way his hand cupped your jaw, fingers caressing your neck. You finally understood the stories. You could feel the power of the kiss coursing through out your body down to your toes. It was intoxicating.
A smile crept on his lips, as he pulled away, just enough to breathe. His eyes gazing into yours, Chris felt like everything had fallen into place. After all these years, the dream girl he had constantly talked about in interviews, and to his family, was finally in his grasp.
No words were exchanged, but so much was said in those few moments as you two smiled at each other. Tonight was so much more than you imagined your first day at Disneyland would go.
“Uncle Chris! I can’t see!” Stella exclaimed, reaching her tiny arms up to him.
He cleared his throat, and chuckled, as he picked her up and placed her on to his shoulders. “Is this better, Princess?” He asked.
She only nodded, her eyes growing wider as she looked up to the sky. Seeing the way he was with his niece and nephews made you swoon.
With Stella on his shoulders, Chris reached his hand out to you. Intertwining his fingers with yours. And though it wasn’t the first time, there was just something about his touch that made your breath shake in the back of our throat.
“Wow!” Stella squealed, snapping you out of your trance. “Look, it’s a heart Uncle Chris! It’s so beautiful!”
Chris glanced over to you, a smile playing on his lips. In this moment, somehow, he was beginning to fall for you. “Yeah, she is.” He muttered.
As the fireworks came to an end, you and your girls snapped a few pictures with Scott, and the Evans sisters.
“Okay, but you have to tag me on that picture of us on the Mark Twain boat!” Scott exclaimed. “We looked so cute.”
“Hell yea, that lighting was on point. Swear, I didn’t even need to use a filter!” Charm cackled.
You and the girls all laughed, as you looked through your phone, scanning each picture and smiling like a fool. Everything the girls had said to you about the way Chris looked at you ran through your head. Almost every picture, you could see him standing either beside you or a few feet away gazing at you. You couldn’t help but blush.
Chris Evans was staring at you.
“Okay, we have enough time for one more ride.” Addie muttered.
“Well unfortunately for us old ladies, this is our time to go.” Carly chuckled. “The kids are exhausted and we have a long flight back home tomorrow.”
In that moment, your heart sunk into your stomach.
“Aw okay, well thank for you an amazing day!” Rashelle smiled giving Shanna a hug.
“Of course! Thank you!” Shanna muttered. “Seriously, you girls are amazingly sweet and hope to run into you all again.”
Chris glanced over to you, his lips pursing into a thin line. He knew the kids were exhausted, but every part of him didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want this day to end because he didn’t want to say goodbye to you.
“Well, whenever you are in town, you could totally hit us up.” Penny stated. “We live in about two hours away.”
The sisters nodded, flashing a grin. Carly made her way over to you, pulling you i for a quick hug. “Thanks for making Miles birthday one he wont forget.” She muttered in your ear.
As you embraced her, you felt your lips begin to curve. “Of course! That little guy made my day too.”
Chris gave all your friends a hug, even snapped a picture with them real quick. He had saved you for last because, well he didn’t want to say bye just yet.
“I’m going to tell my friends i beat you on astro blasters!” Miles cackled.
You giggled to yourself as you leaned down to his level. “I’ll beat you next time!” You chuckled. “You just got lucky.”
He gave you a quick hug, his tiny arms wrapped around your legs. “I like you, you’re my friend.” He whispered.
Feeling as though your heart just melted in a puddle of goo, you flashed him a soft smile, giving him a tight squeeze. “And you’re my friend too.”
This was it, time to finally say goodbye to the guy that made this day so magical. The guy you were beginning to fall hard for.
“Thanks for hanging out with me today.” He muttered, walking closer to you. He dug his hands deep into his pockets, with a smirk forming on his lips.
“I had a lot of fun.” You chuckled.
“By far the best day of your life, huh?”
You shrugged your shoulders, and scrunched your nose at him. “It is Disneyland after all, any time spent here is the best day of my life.” You exhaled.
“But you also got to hang out with me.” He smirked.
“Eh, maybe if you were Chris Hemsworth.” You teased.
Chris clutched his chest, belting out into laughter as his body vibrated. Man, that laugh, you could listen to it all day if you could. It was probably the cutest thing.
“Okay, whatever.” He exhaled, cheeks aching as he flashed a cheeky grin.
“I’m kidding, dork. I had fun hanging out with you.”
He pulled you into him, his body against yours as his arms held you close. The way he hugged you made you feel so safe, like nothing bad could happen to you.
“You made this day pretty unforgettable.” He whispered.
“Sorry to interrupt, but we only have a little time to go on one ride, so-” Addie exhaled.
“Right of course.” Chris cleared his throat. As he let you go, he took a step back. “It was nice to meet you ladies.” He waved.
“Nice to meet you too Cap!” Charm teased.
With one last glance, he smiled at you. “Bye.” He mouthed.
Your breath shook, “Bye.”
Rashelle pulled on your hand, grabbing your attention. “Come on, we have to go.” She muttered.
Spinning around, you followed her through main street. Her hand still in yours. Chris kept his gaze on you, until you had faded into the distance. And he was left with only pictures and memories he wont ever forget.
“Uncle Chris, can we watch Wreck It Ralph in the car?” Miles asked.
Chris forced a smile, picking up his nephew and throwing him over his shoulder. “Of course kiddo.” He grunted. “Come on.”
Matterhorn was the ride you ended your day with almost every time you went to Disneyland. It was almost like an accidental tradition between you and the girls.
As you waited in line, they all pulled out their phones. “I still can’t believe we got to hang out with Chris Evans today.” Penny stated.
“Right? Even though he was all over Y/N the entire time!” Charm teased.
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “For the hundredth time, he is not into me. Now drop it.”
Rashelle let out a huff, searching her through her phone. “Oh really? Then what do you call this?” She flashed you her phone, and as your eyes adjusted to the screen, you felt the blood rush up to your cheeks.
“When the hell did you take this?” You asked.
“Bruh, you were so caught up in that kiss that you didn’t notice all of us staring at you.” Charm chuckled. “I think NASA even snapped a picture of that shit.”
“This is proof that he is definitely into you.” Addie said, pulling her hair into a messy bun.
“N-No. I’m sure he does that with a lot of other girls. I mean, why would he like me? I’m no one.” You breathed.
The girls all shared a glance.
“If that’s what you believe then whatever. but the reality is, he likes you. You don’t have to be some hot actress to get him to notice you.” Rashelle stated. “Not once did he try hitting on us. Or look at any other girl that walked passed him or asked him for a picture. You know all the girls that fangirled over him today, he kept looking back at you.”
“Yeah, even Scott noticed.” Penny blurted.
You held your gaze on the screen, looking over the picture carefully. “But-”
“But nothing. Stop over thinking it. You obviously like him too.” Rashelle groaned. “So get out of your comfort zone and take a risk. Who knows, he could be the one.”
“As much as I hate cliches and all that crap, I have to agree with Rashelle on this one.” Charm muttered. “You don’t know what this could turn into.”
“Y/N, is pretty amazing.” Carly smiled, pushing the stroller as she looked back at her brother.
He only nodded, his lips pursing.
“And the kids love her.” Shanna added. “Right, Miles? You liked hanging out with Y/N?”
“Yea, she’s my friend.” He muttered, laying his head on Chris’ shoulder. “Is she your friend Uncle Chris?”
Before Chris could even respond, Scott interrupted. “Oh, I think Uncle Chris, likes her a little more than a friend.”
Miles shot his eyes up to Chris and giggled to himself. “Like boyfriend and girlfriend?”
Chris couldn’t help but burst into laughter, his body shaking as he held his nephew tightly in his arms. The way his face looked when he looked to Chris was such a typical reaction.
His siblings shared a glance, smiles plastered onto their faces. “So? Answer the boy.” Shanna chuckled.
Though they had a feeling he did, they just wanted him to admit it.
Chris shrugged his shoulders, “I-I don’t know!” He exclaimed. “I just met her today.”
“That didn’t you stop you during the fireworks.” Scott muttered.
“Oh come on Chris, cut the crap. You like the girl. And honestly, we like her too.” Carly exclaimed. “She’s exactly the kind of girl you’ve been telling us for years. And I know mom is going to love her.”
It was weird, it was like subconsciously he awaiting for their approval. Maybe its because his families opinion mean a lot to him. Or maybe because if they felt like you were a great person just as he felt, then maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing to pursue.
“Well, what do i do now? I just told her goodbye.” He breathed, his jaw clenching tightly.
Scott placed a hand onto his brothers shoulder, a smirk forming on his lips. “As much as I would love to tell you what to do, I cant. You need to make the decision yourself.” He muttered. “Either you’re coming home with us, or-”
“Or you get the damn girl.” Carly cackled.
He looked back at the park.
“So whats it going to be, Charming?” Shanna asked.
Warnings: SMUT OMG SO MUCH SMUT. Like, it’s all smut. Unprotected sex (wrap it up, kiddos). And there’s swearing.
Author’s Note: Picks up pretty much where Playing House left off. I’m still new to writing smut so I always appreciate feedback! Also, I don’t know where this gif came from (credit to whoever it belongs to!) but can we just take a moment to appreciate this man? Anyway, enjoy!
“You’re amazing, Y/N, you know that?”
Clint’s voice was hushed, coming from the passenger seat. The two of you had
just welcomed his cousin Mandy and her husband Jeff home to a very clean house,
much to their surprise. It was nice to meet them, since you’d never met any of
Clint’s family before. The couple had been sure their kids would destroy the
house under Clint’s supervision, and while they were surprised to see you, they
had quickly guessed that you had been much of the reason why everything was
tidy. In just about an hour of cleaning, not a thing was out of place and there
was no trace of a mess anywhere. The only evidence left of the disastrous night
was the broken vases, which they had not been upset over at all. With three
small kids, you guessed that they frequently ended up with damaged household
You glanced over at Clint for a moment
before turning your attention back to the road. He had taken a cab to his
cousin’s house earlier in the night, so you had offered to drive him home,
hoping that his previous offer of “later” still stood. It was past two in the
morning, nearing three now, and it was so dark in your car that you could barely
make out his profile. You took one hand off of the steering wheel, placing it
in his lap. His fingers found yours, weaving them together.
“I wouldn’t say ‘amazing,’ just
remarkably gifted at cleaning up your messes,” you finally said, and Clint’s
low chuckle sent a tingle up your spine.
Shit. In the shadowy confines of your car—so close to him, yet not nearly
close enough—everything seemed so much more intimate. It made concentrating on
the road significantly more difficult. You squeezed his hand once before
releasing it, returning yours to the wheel. Wrecking your car because you
couldn’t stop thinking about Clint’s hands on your body would not be a good end
to the night.
Description : “Lima syndrome is the result of the abductor / kidnapper sympathizing with his hostages”. And Park Jimin had never heard of it before, when he took you as his hostage.
A/N : I can’t believe it took me a whole day to write this. But it had been over a week and I really wanted to update it again. I miss you and all your messages <3 please text me often, okay? :) @cyanfann and I miss you the most, mom. Where were you when I felt so down and lonely.