and that hug was filled with love man

jon snow: my territory

ANON REQUESTED: Can you do some Jon snow smut please ;) 

note: uhmmm, its smut. kinda a lil bit but smut  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


You crashed into Jon’s chambers with two flagons of wine and ale with two cups. Jon was busy looking at his map, with a deep look on his face. He was surprised that he saw you, late at night and you just barged in.

“What are you doing?” He asked as he took a seat, watching you move.

“What am I doing?” You raised the cups and you exclaimed. “Drinking, we’re drinking.” He started to protest but you shut him out, “I know you are King in the North now, but you’re always so serious these past days.”

He grabbed the cup from your hand and he poured himself the sweet wine, filling it almost to the brim. He chugged it all down with one gulp, and he flushed red already from the alcohol. You took a drink as well, and you looked at his table.

“What are you doing?” You asked as you drank the wine. You sat on the table, moving the markers away. 

“Maps,” both of you said it at the same time, and he laughed as he grabbed the wine for more.

It has been a while since you spent time with him, since he was always so busy talking about strategies, and all of the problems that carried on his shoulders. You stared at him, slowly drinking his cup. You remembered that this was once the man you loved, but your feelings subsided when he took you just for a friend. A close friend, you remembered as he hugged you one time.

“What’s the matter?” He asked as he saw you staring.

You didn’t look away, but you smiled. “Nothing,” you glanced at the flagon, “We’re out of wine.”

He raised the other flagon, and he filled your cup. “We still have ale.”

You laughed as he raised the flagon to fill his cup as well. He was getting so flustered and intoxicated, he started to mumble inchorent words. He smiled and he laughed, out of nowhere. “Do you remember when you ran,” he laughed loudly, “And you fell into this pit of mud!”

“That wasn’t funny!” You said as you remembered that moment. Everybody in the Black were laughing as you drenched in the mud. You laughed, when you remembered another thing, “I pulled you in.”

He nodded as he finished the remaining flagon. “We both smelt of shit for the whole week,” he laughed as he stared at you on his table.

You finished your drink as he did with his, and silence filled the whole room. He stood, and he stayed in front of you as you held your cup in your hands. You smiled at him, and he moved closer. He set your cup on the table, and he inched closer, and your feet dangled off the table as he moved.

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softwordsandblondecurls  asked:

I'm so happy you have requests open again! Do you think you could do either (your choice) Gabe, Jesse, or Zarya swooping in and stopping someone who's flirting heavily with their very shy s/o in a really possessive manner? Your writing is amazing and so are you!

Your stomach flipped flopped. Your back was pressed against the wall, your arms wrapped protectively around your middle as you tried to look anywhere but the face of the taller man that had effectively trapped you. His arm was propped against the wall over your head, his body not pressed against yours but leaning close enough that you could feel his body heat roll off of him. He had ignored your gentle refusals, taking it instead as a sign that you were playing hard to get. Your voice kept dying in your throat as you tried to ask that he move back and let you pass.

“Now babe”, the man started again, leaning a bit closer and making you flinch. “How about that number?”

“N-no thank you”, you managed to squeak out, eyes squeezing shut as you prayed for someone or something to get rid of this jerk.


Gabe

Your entire body jerked as Gabe grabbed the man by the back of his shirt and roughly shove him away from you, anger rolling off of him in thick waves. He moved in front of you, glaring down at the man who was trying to push himself off of the floor.

“What’s your deal bruh”, the man tried to snap before seeing the murder in your boyfriend’s eyes, his words dying on his tongue. Scrambling back this he managed to push himself up, stumbling up and away. “Man fuck that, ain’t getting beat up for some bitch.”

“What the fuck did you say cabron”, Gabriel growled taking a half step toward him, only to stop when your arms wrapped around his waist. “Y/N…shit. You okay?”

You nodded your head against his back, squeezing him tighter, clinging to him making you feel safe.

“Thank you…”

Zarya

“Do we have a problem here?”

Zarya deep, lilting accent flooded you with warmth and relief, her pink-nailed hand resting heavy on the man’s shoulder. The man flinched before sneering mockingly at up at your pink haired girlfriend, turning to face her, attempting to brush off her hand to no avail. Zarya had a small smirk on her face, brow cocked up as he confirmed just how weak. Her hand tightened on his shoulder, his face twisting into a mask of pain, the man dropping to one knee before Zarya released him, bending close to his face with a menacing look.

“I will break you.”

The man paled before scrambling away, running away holding his shoulder and bits of his pride. Your eyes were practically glittering as you stared at your girlfriend, the Russian bodybuilder smiling coyly as you, opening her arms wide. You dove forward, wrapping your arms tight around her muscular torso and giggling happily.

“You’re so amazing!”

Jesse

You squeaked as you felt a hand grab yours, your body being yanked to the side. You suddenly felt yourself completely engulfed in the familiar sweet smell of cigar smoke and warmth, an arm wrapping tight around your waist. Your head spun as you tried to reason where you were, looking up and seeing the face of your darling cowboy. You practically melted in relief, leaning back into Jesse as the coils of anxiety relaxed. The man that had been hitting on you seemed confused before growling in agitation as he looked Jesse up and down, immediately dismissing the cowboy as any kind of threat.

“What the fuck man”, the stranger growled, taking a half step forward only to freeze.

McCree hadn’t moved but you knew what he was doing, knew the look that could fill his chocolate brown eyes when someone threatened his loved ones.

“Now woah there”, Jesse drawled out, arm wrapping tighter, protectively around your waist. “I do believe the lady so no. She was looking mighty uncomfortable as well. So why don’tya skedaddle? Wouldn’t wanna cause a scene, now would ya?”

Something in McCree’s words  seemed to click in the man, the man shooting you one last glare before stalking off. Your arm gently hugged McCree’s, sighing softly in relief.

“Thank you…”

“No need to thank me sweetpea, anythin’ for you.”

Preference 04: Confession

Joffrey Baratheon:

Originally posted by hodorhodorhodooor

“You look lovely today my lady.”  He complemented, pulling her closed to his side.

“Thank you, your grace.” You smiled thankfully.

“Joffrey, please.” He spoke kindly, stopping at a bench.

“Joffrey.” You paused, closing your eyes fearing a blow to your cheek but when none came you sighed and look at him, and he flashed you a cat-like smile, “Joffrey, thank you for taking time to walk with me.”

Though it was you who requested my company.

He smiled brighter, growing into a smirk and dropped your arm for your hand, “Yes.. Sit with me.” He spoke emotionless and you obeyed quickly looking at the flowers instead of him, still slightly afraid.

“The flowers are beautiful yo- Joffrey.”

“I’m sure they are nothing compared to the ones Highgarden, I am sure.”

“Neigh.” You forced a smile as the lie fell through your lips, “Everything is more beautiful in the capital.”

“Certainly.” He sighed in a whispered tone as he grabbed your cheek and turned you to meet his eyes, placing his hand under your chin and not moving it. “Y/N… I have brought you here today, to the spot were we first met, for a reason.”

“Yes, your grace.”

“Joffrey.”

“Sorry… Joffrey…” You blinked and portrayed a look of innocence in attempts to hide your fear. But his gripped stronged as he placed his other hand on your cheek.

Joffrey smiled gently, “Lady Y/N Tyrell… I know I am promised to your sister-”

Oh gods… Oh Gods please no…

“And I did love her for her beauty. But then I laid eyes on you.. And the moment I did my world stopped… What I am trying to say is I have moved my bethrothal to you other than your sister and we will be married by months end and I couldn’t be happier.”

You were gaping but you couldn’t hide your shock.

You needed to get out, right now.

“May I be excused, your grace?” You asked, pulling away, standing up and walking off, before getting your response Tears of fear and panic cluttered your face as you bit your lips to stop a sob from escaping your mouth.


Jorah Mormont

Originally posted by pnkandpearls

The sand felt nice on your as you walked along the beach, your friend carrying your shoes in his hands.

“You are right, Jorah.” You smiled at him, then at the ocean beside you, “This truly is beautiful.”

He smiled thoughtfully at you, nodding in agreement and a calming silence filled the area.

“How is the Khaleesi?” He asked, breaking silence.

“Doing the best she can I suppose.” You shrugged sadly, “She is so strong and brave. yet so graceful. I wish sometimes that I held her faith and strength.”

Jorah smiled at this, grabbing your hand and giving it a small squeeze as you looked at him, then back out at the never ending sea as it spit in your face.

You sighed, knowing that there was no use in waiting.

If I do not tell him, Dany will.

“Jorah?” You questioned looking at him, he made a small hmmm, and looking at you, your hands shaking and you looked away. I must do it now…. “Jorah I have these feelings for you… And I have to know if you share these feelings at all or if… If I not I would not like to lose our frien-”

He cut you off by placing a sweet kiss to your forehead, squeezing your hand tightly. Murmuring against your brow, he said, “I have found myself loving you as well, Y/N”

Smiling at this, you looked up at him, leaning on his shoulder saying a silent thank you to the gods that you did not make a fool of yourself.



Jon Snow

Originally posted by howeverlongitakesklaroline

Tear flooded your eyes as you looked at his body.

This literally cannot be happening… You thought. Why is this happening…

“M-May I please have a moment alone?” You questioned the men, not looking back to see their response, only hearing the door shut.

It was then when you threw yourself onto the slab and clung to your friends dead body, sobbing uncontrollably.

He is cold.  Cold and bruised and scraped. Something he should never be.

Shaking, you placed your lips to his forehead and hugged him, whispering in his ear silent things that you had kept secret. You whispered of your love for his eyes, for his hair, for his mind, for him, and trembled at the sight of his pale skin.

You barely noticed when a women placed her hand on her shoulder and a man picked you up, setting you on a bed where you fell into a dreamless sleep.

You woke up to warm breath and the tickle of beard against your neck, the sent of pine filling your nose. Looking up, you saw those dark eyes that you had fallen for such a long time ago and reached up, cupping his face with your hands.

“Have I died from grief, my love?” You spoke weak and hoarsely, blinking several times as Jon moved closer to you.

He shook is head, a smile brightly on his lips, one you had never seen in your life. You made a small o with your lips, your voice hurting too much to respond causing both of your eyes to water slightly.

“I heard your words.” Jon confessed.

“Did you?” You asked, too weak to figure out if he was truthful or not.

He nodded, “Aye.” He smiled again giving you a small gentle peck on your lips and pulling your weak body up as to hug you tightly. When at last pulling apart, you placed your forehead to his as he mumbled against your lips, “I feel the same.”

Robb Stark

Originally posted by thelovelyrichardmadden

“Are you doing alright Lady Y/N? Truly?” He asked panicked as you nodded, grabbing his hand as you knew it calmed him down.

He was afraid, and rightfully so. A Baratheon in the North? It was danger which is why he locked you in his own tent, you sleeping in the day and him at night, though truthfully neither of you got much sleep.

You had told him all the plans you, knew, which wasn’t much but his words fear was one of his men finding you here and hurting you, perhaps even throwing you in a cell with your Uncle Jamie. Who knows what would happen from there.

“Robb your generosity is something I cannot thank you enough for.” You smiled lightly, “I am safer here than I was in King’s Landing.” You squeezed his hand gently, causing him to exhale and kneel beside you, his eyes never straying from yours. “I… I am so sorry Robb.” You sighed gently, tears in your eyes as you looked away. “I wish I could have-”

“You were packing and on your way to me, Y/N. There is nothing you could do.” He sighed to quickly, something you assumed he was doing to mask his tears. “I am sorry about your father as well.”

Smiling at the memory of your Lord Father, you looked down and sighed, “He died justly. Peacefully. It was the only way I could imagine him going I suppose.”  Robb and you both chuckled at this and silence once again fell until Robb broke it.

“I.. I think I am love with you, Y/N.”

Your heart panged in your chest and you looked at the ground blinking slightly until you kneeled beside him, wrapping him in a tight embrace.

“I think I am in love with you too Robb.”




Tommen Baratheon:

Originally posted by bericdondarrion

“Can’t we go on a walk around the garden?” You smirked at him, “Aren’t you bored?” He looked up from his desk and eyed you as you toyed with books off the shelf. Gently smiling, he looked back at his paper work. “C’mon Tommy!”

“Fine.” He confessed, “I am bored. These people think they get so much for doing so little. But I am the King. It is my duty to finish this. Ser Pounce is sure in need of a bit of fresh air though-”

You sighed, picking up the cat and sitting on Tommen’s desk, the cat being put in your lap as you stroked his ears, “ Tommy I haven’t seen you properly since Joffrey died-”

“Nor I you since the Red Wedding.” He spoke in agreement, taking a free hand to pet his cat. “Look… Y/N I-”

“Is this for the wedding?” you asked, seeing an envelope with the Tyrell Rose on it. Tommen nodded, a strange look on his face and you bit your tongue to prevent yourself from swearing, “I am very excited for you my friend.”

He chuckled curtly, “I am not.”

You eyed him suspiciously and looked him up and down, “Why not Tom?”

“She is a beauty. Any man would be lucky to call her his Lady wife, but there is such an age gap.” He pursed his lips, “Besides, my heart lies with someone else.”

Your heart skipped a beat at this. You knew that it couldn’t be you, but you truly hoped. I am a traitors daughter. A deserters sister. You reminded yourself  I mean nothing to him.

“Who?” you asked numbly. Though you did not really want to know, it was polite to ask.

Tommen blushed and dropped his pen, reaching for your hand across the desk with one arm, and the other turned you to face him. His eyes were the softest and most gentle you had ever seen and it as though you were having a conversation with your eyes.

Forcing him to drop your hand you fell into his arms, looking up at him so you could respond.

I love you to Tommen. I have always loved you.



Theon Greyjoy:

Originally posted by sciencevsromance

You couldn’t stop crying. You knew you had to, but you couldn’t. It was worse, somehow, when “Reek” had come to walk you down the isle.

Instead, you ran to him, wrapping your arms tightly around him and sobbed into his shoulder.

“Please don’t make me do this.”

“Lady… Y/N…”

“I don’t want to marry him.” You let go of Reek and began pacing. “He’s a foul creature. A monster. He’ll kill me I’m certain.”

He slowly made his way before you to reach out and touch you. “Y/N.” He repeated, still in a whisper, clearly not audible to your panic.

“He’ll poison me with his seed and as soon as I pop out a son he’ll feed me to the hounds like all the daughters I birthed before our boy.”

“Y/N!” He yelled at last but you weren’t listening.

“No… No maybe he won’t.” You pondered, oddly calm, “Maybe he’ll throw me from a tower. Or maybe he’ll cut off my legs so I can’t-”

Reek cut you off by grabbing you tightly and pressing his shaking lips to your temple, knowing it calms you.

“Y/N…” He whispered again, “I don’t want you to marry him either.”

“T-Theon?”

“Re-No… No Theon… Theon…” He smiled gently, “More or less.. Theon Greyjoy would say he has loved you for the longest time and will defend you to the best of your ability. And will kill anyone who tires to catch your fancy,”

You laughed quietly and squeezed him tightly, “Y/N Stark would say that she shares his feelings and would wed him right now to save the two of them to the bastard she is promised to.”

He kissed your chin as he let you go, looking you up to down.

“Theon Greyjoy, and Reek I suppose, must protect their lady. Starting with this.” He dropped a small vial in your hands and you looked at it confused, “Drink it now.”

You almost dropped it when a knock came at your door.

“Reek! Hurry now! Everyone is freezing.” The bastard yelled from outside the door, “Tell my bride to walk down naked if she must! I will not wait another-”

“Take it. Now my lady. Hurry.”

You obeyed and forced the liquid into your mouth, Theon, taking the bottle once you had finished and threw it into the fire, linking arms with you and leading you outside.

And you cried out again. Tears of fear, loss and helplessness, but oddly enough, tears of joy.


Tyrion Lannister:

Originally posted by aheartoficeandfire

“Why are you here, mi-lady?” He questioned you. “Is everything alright?”

You smiled at him, bowing your head before you sat at his desk, a small blush on your face.

“I am sorry to disrupt you, my lord but it is a matter of most importance.”

Tyrion dropped his pen and looked up from his piece of paper, his mind filling with concern as he went through all the possibilities big or small.

Are you dying? Are you leaving?

Did something happen to your family? Did something happen to his family?

 Are you hurt? Are you sick?

 Are you-

“My Lord?” You asked, your eyes filling with his concern, “My lord are you all right?”

He nodded, grabbing your hand and forcing a smile, “Quite. What Is the matter?”

You sighed and squeezed his hand tight before releasing the grip to calm yourself, “I have… How do I say it… I have grown feelings… But they are improper.. And I have tried to push them away but I have failed.

“Feelings?” He spoke numbing, fearing the response you would give, “Feelings for Joffrey?”

“Nay.”

“For Jamie?”

“Nay.”

“For my lord father?”

“Nay.”

“For Gods sake.. Please tell me they aren’t for the Queen regent!?”

You chuckled slightly at this, “Nay my Lord. I have grown feelings for you.”

His eyes widened at this and he opened his mouth to release an Oh, but no noise came out as he sat in shock.

“I am sorry my lord. I know of the improper nature, for I am a serving girl and you are a high born Lord but I thought it best to tell you that-”

“Nay.” He repeated and you tilted your head to the sighed, “No don’t say another word about impropertity cause I do not care.” He smiled brightly at you and brought your hand to his lips, “Meet me here come nightfall. We shall take a walk.” You bowed your head, smiling before standing up and walking to the door before he stopped you.

“Oh and Y/N.”

“Yes my Lord?”

“Thank you for telling me.” He smirked at you.

For I feel the same and never would have told you the truth

wade stuck around for manicure night with nat. it shouldnt surprise anyone that the merc with a mouth is excellent for commentary on b-level horror movies, which nat loves. im not always big on talking so its kinda nice to have someone else fill the silence. and red is also his color. he might actually get a return invite. 

though not if he keeps being this handsy. 

“That Idiot”

Pairing: Levi X Reader

Genre: Fluff; Angst

Words: 1374

PART II

Originally posted by anime-angel-lover


           “Levi! It’s them – survey corps!” Farlan announced the moment he spotted the wings of freedom crest on the soldiers’ uniforms.

           “You know what that means.” Levi answered, focused in front of him.

           “It’s the job.” It was Isabel this time.

           Levi didn’t bother to say anything else, they did plan this over and over, anyway. Still, hesitation is creeping up on him. Doing this job meant going to the surface. And going up there meant leaving the underground behind – which is good, except for the fact he’ll be leaving you as well.

           “Tsk, that idiot.” Levi muttered before the three of them separated and began their plan.


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A Mother's Love

When she turned five, her parents broke the news too her.

America would offer so many possibilities there would be no reason to fear leaving their home country.

When she was 10 and her father was buried six feet under and her mothers tongue refused to speak the language despite constant nights of fighting to form the words, she had to quit school to fend for their small shack of a home.

At 13 she got her first real job at the tallest building in their city, cleaning under a man that shared in her heritage and suddenly American seemed like the place her father bragged about so many years ago.

At fifteen she’s offered false promises by a man old enough to be her grandfather, but when he talks about her home in a way she could never remember, she gives herself too him in turn for stories.

At 16 she was pregnant with a CEO’s baby, and her mother was torn over the ruined innocence of her daughter and what would become of her grandson.

At 17 she’s carrying a bundle in her arms, as she walks down to a courthouse as the father of her child uses various accessories to hide his features in case any one recognizes him.

At 18 she refuses to see her mother, the woman who scolded and cried to her in a language that was now long gone to her daughter, and she wraps her arms around her infant as if too shield him from her past, but she isn’t aware that it’s the future that will force her son too see the worst in the world.

At 23, after receiving another letter from the school about her son, she realizes that she can’t keep him trapped in a house void of love, but she can stay behind and fix it for when he gets back. She always wanted to go to summer camp as a kid.

At 27 when her son is ten, and she has the same number of bruises up and down each arm, she refuses to look her son in the eyes. She robbed him of her rich culture, and thrusted him into a new one that refused too see them, because the robes his mother wore when she was 5 still hung on her no matter how many times she tried to shed them.

At 27, her son is so full of hatred for an unforgiving world that she put him in, and she understands she can’t take that back. But that doesn’t mean she won’t try.

At 27 and a half she forgets she makes that solemn vow and it’s another summer at camp for her son.

At 27 and a half she lets a red haired man who smiles too much for her tastes take her son because theirs so much determination and love in his eyes when he gazes at Max, that she’d be damned if she didn’t let a true parent show her son what it meant to be in a house where you didn’t have to avoid eye contact in fear of getting in trouble.

Right now, she sits at her desk, writing a letter and a check too a little boy that has been her only solace in this world. To her son that has lightened her life in ways she never noticed until now. To a son she loves very much. And she knows this isn’t a good enough apology, but she knows it’s a start.

I love you Max, and I’m sorry for what I’ve done to you and I promise to fix it this time. I love you so very much.

Love,
Mom

Max wasn’t sure if he was supposed to cry or not, but he was sure staring numbly at the walls wasn’t what he was supposed to do. They had been getting ready to eat breakfast together at the dining table when David brought in the mail.

The six figure check was gifted to David in a separate envelope with a letter that promised more, along with with more promises of an upcoming visit from Max’s mother and grandmother who were both excited to see him.

David calmly took the check, still in shock from the amount of money, and set it on top the fridge, brief thoughts of planning a family camping trip with the upcoming visitors ran through his mind, but all thoughts ran clear once he turned to face Max.

Max couldn’t control the shaking that had over come him.

He had never received something that was filled with such love from either of his parents. The closest that came was the brief hug shared between his mother and him before David carried him back to Sleepy Peak.

And his father was out of the question, vague memories of him being held and a quick kiss to his temple before they left him on his first day of camp by the older man appeared from time to time, but Max couldn’t tell if he had just made up the interaction to fill that void or if his father was capable of showing that much affection to his bastard son.

David crouched next to him, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder and a top of the small fist that was clenched so tightly on the letter.

“Max?” David called, trying to draw Max out of whatever trance had fallen upon him. Max furrowed his brows as he stared hard at wall before him, his body shaking so hard he was making the chair creak.

When he heard David’s voice he let his fist open, allowing David to take the letter. David stood up, but kept his hand on Max shoulder while reading the wobbly hand writing.

“Oh, Max.” David whispered, voice so quiet Max barely caught it.

It came out as a pained wheezed, and then stronger, and Max suddenly realized he was sobbing. He touched his cheek and found his finger tips wet with tears unknown to to him had fallen.

David slowly scooped up the boy, letting Max cry hard into his shoulder fists balling up in the man’s shirt.

“I know, buddy. Shh, it’s okay Max. It’s gonna be okay.” David cooed, pacing the kitchen floor as he rubbed the boy’s back.

“Why?” Max cried, summing up so many questions into one word and David felt his chest tighten, having no answers to settle his pleas.

“It’s gonna be okay.” David made his way into the living room setting down on the couch, and Max curled up in his lap, letting the rest of the tears slip by.

“I fucking hate her!” Max spat, wiping the tears away only to be replaced by more.

David shushed him gently, running his fingers through the soft, black curls.

“Why’d she fucking stay with him? Why’d she have me? Why do I have to carry her fucking shame?” He yelled.

“You don’t have too, Max. Your not your parents, you’re not their mistakes. You’re not what they think, believe, or do. You’re you. Nothing has to change that.” David soothed, letting the words fall among the sniffling and teary eyed hiccups.

Max sniffed and took a deep breath, allowing his nerves to calm.

“Stop speaking cryptic shit like that, you sound like the quarter master.”

David laughed loudly, and both felt the mood lighten. And both were very grateful for it.

They stayed like that for most of the morning.

David held him close, thinking of mothers and marriages of his own past, and Max held on tight to David’s arm that was stroking Max’s upper arm in an attempt at comfort, wondering if moments such like these were what it mean to have a mothers love

Lending a Helping Paw

Can’t Help Falling in Love with You Series


Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom has to read a script and Tessa keeps trying for him to play with her.

Warnings: Swearing cause I swear IRL and so does Tom so :,)

Word Count: 1,200

A/N: Currently typing this with a killer migraine. I have a IIH so it’s hard for me to type sometimes but I really feel dedicated for posting stuff for you all.


[Reader’s POV]


“Babe can you come grab Tess? she keeps knocking my script out of my hands and her actions finally tore a page out.” Tom whines from the living room. 

“Tom you’re sounding an awful like your child..” I say moving the kettle to start the tea. 


“Just because Jaxon said  she ate his homework to a teacher does not mean the same thins as what I’m saying love” he defends groaning loudly. Rolling your eyes you place your hand on your hip. Walking to the living room only to see Tom trying to tape his scrip back together. My eyes widening, he really was serious.


“Tess, babe why’d you do that to Daddy’s script?” I ask leaning over picking up a piece of paper that was stuck to her paw. Handing it to Tom I turn back to her. Her tail wags as she looks up at you. You were the good cop and Tom now the bad cop since the two of you got married.


“Tessa Holland,outside now” I say pointing to the sliding door to your back yard. Hopefully she could get whatever out of her system by running around outside. Opening the door you watch her walk out with her tail in between her legs.


“So do you believe me now?” Tom asks holding up his scrip that now had serious tape lines in it. 


“I believed a portion of it but I didn’t believe it when Jaxon said she ate his homework…” you laugh kissing your husbands head. 


“She’s been acting up lately, she isn’t like this..” Tom sighs running his fingers through his hair. Ruffling Tom’s curls you head back in to the kitchen. Grabbing both of your mugs. You were too tired to get up on a stool to get the tea cups when you would have to put them back later. 


“Darling, can you steep mine a while longer please?” he asks you from his seated position. His eyes focused as he mutters his lines to himself.


“Yes love, don’t leave her outside for two long or she’ll smell.. something is in the air that’s clinging to her fur and it’s making me stuffed up” I let out a slight groan at the pressure under my eyes.


After finishing Tom and I’s tea I walk towards the living room. He takes his tea in his left setting his script on his lap. Setting my tea on the coaster next to my chair. I then open the door to let Tessa in. She runs right past me to towards Tom. Before he could set his mug aside, her head hits it causing the liquid to land on top of his script.


“God dammit!” Tom shouts standing up. Tessa whimpering while backing away from Tom. Heading to the kitchen as quick as you can to come back with an ice pack. His hand was red and his clothes soaked. Placing the ice pack on his hand I take his mug away to the kitchen. Hearing thuds ascend the stairs of her probably running up to Jaxon.


“Tessa no, come back..” Tom sighs tilting his head back. He looked frustrated and tired. His shoulders sink in defeat.


“babeeeeee what do I do, Tess is probably upset with me..” His head tilts in your direction. Lower lip pouting out like a child’s would. Why is your husband low-key a child? Man child? Yeah that sounds about right..


“Maybe in her own little dog world she was trying to lend a helping hand?” my voice coming out more like a question. 


“How could she lend a helping hand? she’s a dog!” he laughs walking over to you.


“A lending paw?” you try and reason with him.


“Darling,how do I fix things with our dog child?” He asks pulling you close to his body. Placing your hands on his cheeks you rub them with your thumbs. The gesture making him smile. Turning his face he kisses both of your palms.


“You know when you go after Jax when he interrupted a call? What did you do after when you raised your voice at him?” I ask rubbing the stubble adorning his jaw. 


“I apologized to him and took him out for ice cream cause I felt bad” He responds after thinking of the memory you shared.


“Now I just bought her new treats, they’re in the cupboards so Jax doesn’t give them to her too often” i explain pointing towards the one you were talking about in the kitchen. Tom follows you into the kitchen,his arms still wrapped around your waist.


“Tom grab a T-R-E-A-T and call her down here now” I say sliding over the jar to him. Popping the lid open he grabs one closing the jar after. Giving you a peck on the cheek he walks towards the living room. 


“Tessa, come here please love” Tom calls out to the household. A thud sounds from the second floor. Tessa’s tags jingle as she heads down the stairs. Her grey figure comes down the stairs to sit at the bottom in front of Tom. Tess’s head is tilted down not looking at Tom.


Nudging Tom he stumbles forward a bit,looking back at you. Giving him a thumbs up he looks back at her.  His finger tilting her chin up to look at him. She looked so sad looking at him. 


“Now Tessa, I don’t know if you can hear me but Daddy is very sorry for raising his voice at you… Mumma made me realize you were lending a helping paw but I guess things just kind of backfired huh? Mistakes happen love and we can grow from them.. I want to say I’m sorry love, please forgive meeee” Tom pleads holding the treat as an offering of love. 


He didn’t know but you were recording the whole thing. You wanted evidence of him being such a dog dad. Tessa barks happily taking the treat out of his hand. Once she finishes chewing she jumps on him making him fall backwards. Laughter coming from Tom as he pulls her close.


“See I told you it would work” I say smugly turning off the video.


“You’re such a mom that’s why” he looks over at you as he gets slobbered on.


“Yes I am, gotta keep all the Hollands in check in this household” A grin comes to your lips at your statement. Hands going up to your hips.You were such a mom but you loved it, every minute of it.


“Not even yourself love?” Tom gets up heading towards you. His arms engulfing you into a warm hug.


“I married into the name so I just have to watch out for the rest of you guys, that’s what mom’s do and what wives do Thomas Stanley Holland” You smirk up at him causing a chuckle to come out of him.Tom’s lips press against your forehead repeatedly. A moment of silence fills the air. It was these moments you loved with your husband. Peaceful moments when he wasn’t tied up with work.


“I love you darling” His accent soothing you.You loved everything about this man with your entire soul.

“I love you most” I whisper resting my head against his chest. Swaying together in the kitchen as he hums ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love with You.’

Awkward Encounters // Tom Drabble

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Featuring: Tom Holland

Warning: none

Request - you’re living in the same building as Tom and you walk out of the apartment and walk into Tom wearing some unruly clothes and hair.

Originally posted by kiingholland

The day was going to be a good one. Until you woke up with an agonizing headache and sweaty skin. You were sick. And it was the achy, cold kind of sick. The type that drained all your energy and made you dead on the couch for five days. You hated being sick. Well, you were positive everyone hated being sick, but you especially hated it because you always felt like you were losing days you could be doing something productive. 

Sun draped the walls as you groggily walked from your large comfy bed, to the living room. Staring out the large windows at LA. Sun kissed the roof tops and spelled out a forecast of high twenties. You smiled warmly as you felt the sun reach your skin and warm your aching body. What you really needed was your favourite tea and to watch Gossip Girl on repeat. Gathering more strength, you dragged your body to the kitchen, which was open to the living room so the sun followed you where you went. 

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maghnvsbane  asked:

what about Dot's reaction to Magnus' and Alec's relationship? The last time she saw Magnus, he was entirely against Shadowhunters, even telling her off for trying to help one - Jocelyn. So maybe Alec comes over while she's still resting and sees them being affectionate?

magnus wasn’t hovering.

or at the very least he was trying not to. it was very rare that he was ever like this and he didn’t want to be like this but between guilt and terror and a pure kind of worry, magnus felt like he had fallen into a state of hovering.

she was fine, she was alright and she was settled, sleeping on and off in the spare bedroom, that had been gutted and refitted since jace moved out. she was safe here, safer than she’d be anywhere except for possibly catarina’s but after everything that happened magnus was jumpy when he didn’t have an eye on her. when he thought about what she’d endured and the time she was forced to spend being tortured and abused in the hands of that man, it made his veins run hot with rage, made his stomach turn and it made him so frustrated that the people she should have been able to trust didn’t have the common decency ensure her safety.

so he wasn’t hovering. or that’s what he told himself as he stood at the door to the spare bedroom, running his fingers over his mouth as she slept. his shoulder was resting against the doorframe and his eyebrows pulled together as he tried to fight the cocktail of guilt and anger that was making his jaw tight.

the effects of the injections were starting to wear off entirely at this point, regular potions helping to ease and undo the damage done to her, and her magic seemed to be responding to it. she looked healthier, happier and the color had started returning to her skin. but he could hear the way she talked in her sleep, could see the stress she still carried in her shoulders. it would be a while until everything this had done to her wore off completely.

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Black Butterflies - 2

Oh my god I felt so emotional writing this. I literally cried. I’d recommend to listen to this while reading it.

Adele - Someone like you (Live at Albert Hall)

Part - 1

Word count :: 1440


After that night, when Rose told you that she saw Harry kissing someone called Kristine you couldn’t help but go and ask Harry whether it was true or not. And what you feared the most happened. He accepted the fact that he was with a girl called Kristine but he denied that she was the reason the divorce.

“It’s no’ her love. I feel like I am suffocating yeh keeping with meh. Wan’ yeh happy” He explained. Tears filled your eyes as you kept your gaze on the ground of the house that you once called yours.

“Does she makes you happy?”

“wha’?

“Does she makes you happy H?” You asked a little louder this time.

“Yes. Very happy”

And that was enough for you to leave him. Walk out of his life. If he was happy then you had to be happy for him. Even if it costed a lot to you.


It’s been four week, a month since you both filed for a divorce. The pain was dreadful. It kept eating you alive day by day. It wasn’t easy. How could be? How could it be when your husband found someone else, when he gave up on the knot that held you both together. You tried so hard to smile for your kids, to explain them how you always were gonna be with him but ever hope was dead. Rose and Noah kept asking you why Harry and you are living separately.  All you cloud reply was, ‘because god wants that peaches’. And they both stopped the questions when they saw tears in your eyes. They matured.

Ever night was spent crying and you wondered how long are you gonna continue doing it? Maybe till the end.

Today Harry was coming over at your house. Rental house actually. You had asked for a full custody of your kids as you clearly couldn’t trust the man who left you for someone else, would be able to take care of your kids. He wanted to take kids to Disney land before you guys clear the divorce. He wanted to have them all by himself for a week and you couldn’t deny. Kids missed him and were jumping up and down when they heard that their father wanted to see them. But Rose noticed the tears in your eyes and walked to you.

“We won’t go if you don’t want us to” she said wiping your. Your little girl grew a lot in these few months since yours and harry’s marriage started falling. She was always there with you when you needed someone. She was a lot in a five years old body.

You shook your head and kissed the palm of her hand.

“Go sweetheart,” You said and pulled her in a hug and smiled through tears when Noah joined. It was just you three now. Rose and Noah were all you had.

You wiped your hand with a towel and made your way to the front door. He was here. After a month you’d see him face to face. Taking a deep breath you opened the door, but the breath you took in  stuck in your throat when you saw he wasn’t alone. She was with him.

She had long beautiful brunette hair, her eyes hazel and glossy. she was much younger than you and harry. Her body was perfect. She was absolutely breathtaking. You felt inferior in front of her.

Stepping aside you let the couple in. Couple. The word made you sick, the same word that you had pride on whenever someone used it for you both in past.

“This is Kristine and baby this is Y/n. My wi- ex wife” Harry said blinking a few times before wrapping his arms around Kristine’s petite body. She smiled at you which you returned with a small one.

“Thought t’make yeh meet her. Maybe talk?” Harry said rubbing back of his neck.

“Talk about what?!”

You didn’t meant to come out this hard making Kristine flinch. Harry noticed and you could see anger in his eyes but as he opened his mouth to speak, you turned your back to him and walked upstairs to get the kids. Walking quickly in your room, you closed the door and slide down leaning on it with a hand on your mouth to muffle your cries. Your heart was thumping with pain and your chest felt heavy. You could hear the conversation going on.

“Im sorry baby. She huh i’ll ask her t’apologize” Harry sounded angry.

“It’s okay sweet. She’s hurt” She said. Her voice was so soft and sweet. You couldn’t help but cry at her kindness. You regretted not being like her. You wished, if you were like her then you would’ve been at her place. After crying for good 20 minutes, you washed your face and grabbed the bags. Walking down the alley, you heard a soft voice coming from Noah’s room. You stood at the door where Kristine sat. Her back facing you with Noah sitting on ground with his toys sprawled all over the floor.

“You look exactly like your father, with a mixture of your mommy. You have you father’s handsome looks but innocent eyes of your mommy” She said admiring Noah. He noticed you standing and ran straight in your arms. You lifted him up and set on your hip. Kristine turned back and got up as soon as she saw you and walked to you.

“You have beautiful kid. Just like you” She said rubbing back of Noah’s head. You nodded and passed her a gentle smile.

“I-I am sorry Y/n”

“No it’s alright. It’s not your fault. Things fall apart when one isn’t willing to fight. ” With that you made your way downstairs. Padding down the wooden stairs, loud shrieks and giggles of Rose filled your heart. You felt your heart warming up for like first time in ages. You missed the laughs of your daughter. There was a time when the house was always filled with love and giggles but with time it faded away. And you were happy that Harry was bringing the love for his kids back.

“Mommy look!!!!” Rose that in excitement. Her face was illuminated like a candle. Her face was pink because of his happiness. You missed seeing her like this. She ran to you and showed you the princess watch her daddy got her. Seeing his father, Noah too immediately ran to him and hugged his leg. You were busy listening to Rose when loud cries of Noah grabbed your attention.

“Oh my god wha’s wrong man?” Harry asked picking the little toddler to was latched to his leg crying. Noah instantly wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck and continued sobbing.

“i miss dadda” he cried. Seeing him so emotional brought tears to both of yours and harry’s eyes. Harry pulled Noah and sniffed,

“Dadda missed yeh too baby”

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“Okay so don’t forget to give them warm milk before going to bed.” You said handing Harry their bag.

“I know love, they’re my kids too” He chuckled taking the bag. You bite you tongue back from saying something that might ruin his day. Ignoring his words, you leaned down and pecked your kids head.

“Be good for mommy yeah? Don’t trouble Kristine” You said pulling them in a hug as they mumble a ‘i love you’.

“They can call her mommy” Harry said interfering and it was enough.

“I am their mommy. They can call her aunty but not a mom” you snapped and stood up. Harry’s eyes reflected your angry image as he stared at you for a moment before going out and tucking the kids in car.

“Nobody can take your place Y/n. You’re their mommy and will always be. I’m gonna take care of them like my own, don’t you worry” Kristine said turning to you.

“I’d appreciate. Thank you very much” You said keeping your gaze ahead on the car that had your kids.

“You’re very strong. I can’t imagine begin at your place.” She said. Her voice cracking at the end.

“I pray to god you never have to” You said blinking the tear away finally looking at her. Her red eyes searched your for any emotion but all they got was pain. The loud car horn snapping her to reality as she made her way to the car.

“I pray you never have to” You whispered.

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Sad innit? Did you like Kristine?

Nocturne | Prologue

Character: Jungkook x OC (feat. BTS)

Type/Genre/words: Angst, Alternate Universe (Hitman!au, Assassin!au), Future Smut Scenes / 3,353 words

Prompts: “What would you find when you keep chasing over the ghosts of your past?”

Summary: It took only one night, one event, for the fate of two children to change. And it took another night, and another event, for Jungkook to finally met her.

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Safe

Heather Chandler x Reader
Prompt: N/A
Requested by: N/A
Warnings: Homophobia, gendered slurs
A/N: I interrupt this stream of requests to give you: Gay

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Heather Chandler never thought she’d see the day where she found her girlfriend sobbing in a stall in the girls toilet. She’d gone in to reapply her makeup during lunch with Heather Duke and Heather McNamara and had heard sobbing in the third stall. Assuming it was just some nobody she ignored it, going straight to the mirror to check her eyeliner while Duke threw a few insults at the crying girl.

“Don’t even bother, Heather, she isn’t even worth it.” Chandler sneered, noticing McNamara move towards the stall with a concerned look, she rolled her eyes and ignored her. No use in feeling pity for people who won’t give you anything in return. With vague interest at kept an eye on McNamara, running a hand through her hair. Maybe she could try a new style? Or at least a trim of some kind. She heard the telling creak of a door and paid no mind to McNamara, until a gasp filled their ears.

“Y/N?!” Chandlers eyes widened at her exclamation. In a matter of seconds Chandler had dropped her eyeliner, shoving her friends aside and dropping down on her knees in front of her girlfriend. The confusion on Duke’s face spoke volumes for all of the Heathers. This wasn’t right. Losers cried in bathroom stalls. People who aren’t worth the time it takes to speak to them did things like this. Not their friend, Y/N. Definitely not Heather Chandler’s Y/N.

Pushing your hair back from your forehead and tilting your head up with a manicured nail, Heather C saw what had caused McNamara such distress. A large black and blue bruise marred your eye, along with a bleeding cut on your forehead. Eyes that normally gazed at Heather with affection and unconditional love were filled with terror and misery that made her stomach twist in fury.

“Who did this?” Heather asked, fury dropping from her words as she, pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. Your arms moved to wrap around her waist, clinging to her like a shipwrecked man would to a piece of flotsam, and Heather carefully hugged you back. She could hear her friends tittering to each other behind her and blocked out their whispers, concentrating on the growing rage inside her.

“K-Kurt and Ram.” You stuttered, wiping your eyes quickly. “T-They saw us together, before school. They know that we’re… I’m sorry, Heather.” You croaked, knowing how badly she wants to keep the relationship a secret. That didn’t matter anymore. If those mouth-breathers knew then it was only a matter of time until the whole school knew. Heather needed to form a plan, and soon. She was silent a few more moments, thinking the situation over. When her eyes met yours again, they were the same stern and cold ones she used when dealing with business.

“Heather, take her to the infirmary.” She said, standing up and brushing off her desk, snapping her fingers at McNamara who rushed forwards and took your hand, helping you up. You gave your girlfriend a worried look, but she gave you a smile back.
“I’ll meet with you by my car, after school.” She told you, pressing a kiss to your cheek and turning to Heather Duke, who looked just as angry as she was.
“Heather?” She asked, and Duke stood to attention. Chandler rolled her eyes and leaned on one leg, tapping her shoe.

“Yes, Heather?” Duke responded, always willing to please. She reminded Chandler of a lap dog. Always there to bark and nip at the ankles of her enemies at her order. It was useful, to say the least. She crossed her arms and smiled, showing her straight white teeth.
“You’re coming with me.” Her voice was like a sickly sweet poison, talking as if the following words were some innocent church phrase. “We know some boys who need castrating.”

You were fast asleep in your bed at home when you saw Heather again. It’d been hours since you were sent home from the incident. Calls had been made, and after a gruff talk from your parents you were sent upstairs to your room. They reacted better than you thought they would, saying while they didn’t quite understand why you were ‘what you were’ they would do their best to support and love you. And right now, that was all you really needed.

Sleep had come quickly once you lay down in your bed, but seemed to be stripped away in an instant as a knock at your window brought you round to consciousness. Lifting yourself from your bed, the aches and pains of your joints begged you to stop straining yourself, but you pressed on. There was only one person who would come knocking at your window at night. Slipping from your bed you crept over the the windowsill and opened your blinds, eyes meeting with your girlfriends. She looked as perfect as ever, her clothes immaculate, gorgeously styled  blonde hair framing her pretty face. You grinned at her and unlocked your window, wondering how you got so lucky.

She climbed into your room silently, locking the window behind her before turning and pulling you into a tight hug. You pressed your face into her shoulder and breathed perfume in, letting her hold you close. Her touch filled you with a feeling of warmth like no other, and you’d never felt safer than when you were in her arms.
“I’ve dealt with everything.” She whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as you sighed. There was no point in asking for details. You trusted Heather, and if she said it was sorted then it was sorted. Leading her over to your bed the two of you lay down, resting your head on her chest and holding each other tight.

“Parents?” She asked, running a hand through your hair lazily. You gazed up at her, smiling at the view.
“Confused, but supportive. Yours?” She shrugged and nodded.
“The same, really. I was in more trouble for what Heather and I did to Tweedledick and Tweedledumb.” Her grin grew at the thought, as you laughed. Normally you weren’t one that enjoyed others being hurt, but considering the circumstances, Kurt and Ram absolutely deserved what was coming to them
“Jesus. What did you do?” You giggled as she ran a finger along your jaw, happy to see you smile.
“I put my croquet mallet to use,” She said, voice aloof, a smile twitching at the corner of her mouth. “and Heather was more than willing to throw around her limited power as well. Listen, all you need to know is that I’m still at the top, and nobody will ever hurt you again, unless they’ve got some kind of brain damage.” Your heart swelled at her words, and you hugged her tighter. It was so hard for you to believe someone like her would ever even look at someone like you. But here you were, protected and loved by her.

Still smiling, you sat up and cupped her face with your hand, gazing into her eyes, which for once had a soft expression. You sighed happily, and in a quick movement pressed your lips to hers in a gentle kiss which she returned just as eagerly, happy to give and receive such affection. After a few more seconds you pulled away, and she began to gingerly kiss the bruises on your face. You closed you eyes and let her, feeling the pain fade away ever so slightly.

“I love you, Heather.” You mumbled without realizing, feeling her freeze. You thought for a moment you’d done something wrong, when she pulled your body flush against hers, destroying any previous anxiety you had.
“I love you too.” She murmured a little hesitantly. There was a hint of embarrassment in her voice, and you wondered if she’d ever said, or even had those three words spoken to her. You were definitely going to change that. Rubbing her back with your hand you kissed her jaw, whispering sweet nothings to her as she relaxed in your arms. And that was how you stayed throughout the night and into the morning. Loved, warm and safe in each others company. You couldn’t wish for more.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! Sorry if this seemed a little OOC. I’m practicing how to write the Heathers characters and rather liked this one. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

Dating Namjoon would Include:

Originally posted by namseok

.. OH NO NOT MY BIAS.

.. my God, if perfection was a human he would be Kim Namjoon.

.. Clumsy perfection.

.. Now that phrase brings a lot of bitter memories.

.. like the time he spilled hot water down your dress when he was attempting a seductive lip bite, pushing his hair back.

.. at some point you just stopped questioning how he can be so jinxed and just accepted it

.. Because if you get mad everytime he crushes you in bed this relationship would have ended in a couple of weeks.

.. sure you love him and all, but dating him is like a death hazard waiting to happen.

.. I am not being cruel, he is my bias afterall but remember when he almost burned suga turning on the stove? And when he broke his glasses just by touching them? I speak based on facts.

.. another facts is that his voice is sexy as hell fight me to eternity on this.

.. I mean young forever always makes me have doubts over the reason I am still breathing.

.. just imagine that voice, but deeper, waking you up in the morning, his fingers dancing on your bare skin, his hot breath tickling your neck, this is so unfair.

.. Lord give me strength to keep writing this.

.. all jokes aside, when he pushes you against the wall and bites your neck to mark his property at the least expected places it gives you a thrill no one can compete with.

.. and he knows that damn well that’s why he flashes you that evil grin.

.. you get to hear him rap all day and that by itself is a blessing

.. like you are laying on the bed, nothing much going on and he is working on this heated verse so you just get up and sit on his lap until he is done, this is his favourite thing ever.

.. and just because he doesn’t pick up his phone when he is at the studio doesn’t mean he isn’t thinking about you because he keeps getting distracted by your face waiting for him at home.

.. “Baby girl, my lips are swollen from all the rapping…”

.. sure he can be a sexy god when he wants but if he just wasn’t feeling it, you’re into bear hugs, heart melting cuddles, and lots and lots of general cuteness.

.. it’s all unintentional but it really shocks you like how can this man filled with sexual desire and inability to walk in straight line be so adorable.

.. and don’t get me started on those deep conversations. Like you are cooking dinner or just laying in bed and you two fall even deeper in love talking about hidden meanings in life.

.. on camera he is this strong, in control man but in reality, those deep thoughts, when said out loud, prove that he is just another human with insecurities.

.. and he loves you beyond description because you make him a stronger more confident man.

.. so he puts together a mixtape he spent all his blood sweat and tears on just for you.

.. you are his spoiled baby, it’ll reach a point you can tell gucci from YSL just by glancing at the shopping bag.

.. let me just put this out, he is really jealous. There is no way around this, no other man is supposed to come anywhere near you and if anyone dared to cross the boundaries, hell shall open up.

.. one day he will call you asking for help because he doesn’t know what to wear and you two are facetiming, picking outfits together.

.. “I’ll put a ring around that finger, just you wait”

.. you’re dates are always varying, somedays he is taking you out on the fanciest date in Paris, the others he is laying on the couch at the dorm, with your head over his chest, eating an entire bucket of chicken.

.. Kim Namjoon’s entire existence is 19+ i mean if he is staring at you from across the room, his eyes darkened with lust you’re up for a long long night.

.. but he isn’t all about that. You are his spacial one. He may have trouble showing it as the other members but you mean the entire world to him.

.. The Rap Monster, is a true, fine gentleman who only has eyes for his princess.

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i got asked by a lovely anon to do a masterlist of character labels – and so that’s just what i’m going to do today !! they will be sorted out by: personality, hobbies, lifestyle and misc. ( there’s a small description of each label ) PLEASE LIKE/REBLOG IF THIS IS HELPFUL

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Burned Pt. 1 [M]

Genre: Smut/angst

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Triggers: drinking, sex, dom/sub sexual relations

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: based off a post I made a few days ago and encouraged by. This is my first time writing smut so please be kind to me. I’m still learning the ropes haha. 

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Everything about the drive home was the same and for that you were thankful. It had been months since the last time you saw the familiar buildings of your hometown. The farmer’s market was in full swing and you were tempted to stop by, but you knew your mother would kill you if you showed up later. 4 hours late, in fact. You probably should have called. You didn’t mind the lecture that was sure to commence once you got home because it was the first time you were able to sleep in for months. You were in your first year of medical school and it was taking a toll on you. Between work and school you barely had time for anything, or anyone. Luckily, the national holiday came right at the perfect time and you managed to squeeze in a trip home, not minding the long drive each way. Hopefully, your mother had prepared your favorite meal because it’s been awhile since you ate something that didn’t come from plastic packaging.

As you pulled down your childhood street you saw the familiar commotion of seven boys playing basketball in your driveway. Taehyung, your younger brother, had begged your dad for two years for a hoop. After Tae broke his elbow from building a makeshift one out of a ladder and a laundry basket your father finally caved in. The six boys playing with your brother were his childhood best friends. They’ve stuck together through everything, from dating each other’s exes, to going away to separate universities. You had never seen friendship like that and you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t feel a little bit jealous. None of your friendships had lasted that long and you hoped that nothing would ever get in between theirs.

The sudden sound of loud thumping on the hood of your car scared the shit out of you. When you looked up, you saw your brother’s boxy grin staring back at you. “If you dent my car you’re going to have to pay for it, you little shit,’ you threatened.

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 1512

Warning:  Fluff

A/N: Ask from reader “Would you be able to do one where reader has snapchat and nobody knows they are dating and one day he takes a photo/vid of them together with like a caption of “happy anniversary” and everybody freaks out. Please and thank you on both.”

 

As you leaned back on the couch, you waited for the FaceTime call to go through to Tom.  It was ringing over thirty seconds before the call was cancelled from his side.  You were a little disappointed; as it was the time he had told you to call.  He was on set, finishing his current project while you had been staying at his flat in London.  It was a special day for the two of you, it was your one-year anniversary and you wanted to be able to see his smiling face even if it was only through the phone.  There were plans for when he returned next week to be able to celebrate and you truly could not wait.  

Within a minute of the call being cancelled, Tom called back, though it was just a phone call.  “Sorry love, I was driving I did not want to get into an accident.”

Hearing his voice made your night.  “Don’t apologize honey.  Stay safe. I’m just glad I get to talk to you today.”

“Me too, darling.  It’s a wonderfully important day.”  That made you smile.

“Yes it is.  Hobnobs were on sale today!  I bought a few boxes for tea when you get back.”  It was difficult to get out before you burst into hysterical laughter.  Tom followed suit laughing loudly from other end.

“Your obsession with those biscuits has hit new heights darling.  Though I am glad to see, you have taken to tea so well now.”  Tom was right, those ‘biscuits’ were your new obsession.  They were delicious.

“I love it, almost as much as I love you.  I can’t wait till you come home.”  

“I love you too, [Y/N]. I will be home soon I promise.  Then you will be stuck with me for a while before I drag you off to the tropical beach location of the next film.”  He had promised he was not going to go to another film without you.  The next movie was being filmed in the south Pacific and would be a beach vacation for you for a few months.  There was not a whole lot of convincing on his end that was required. Months on a beach with Tom, yes please.

“I’m excited for it. Though, people will probably know at that point that you are dating someone.  Are you ready for that?”  

“Darling I have been ready to tell people you were mine since the first night I took you out and declared I did not want to see other people.  Nevertheless, I wanted to give you as much space from the world before reporters and photographers start following you places.  I didn’t want to run you off.”  Tom had always thought of you first, even when he was disappointed that you could not go to premieres and award shows with him.  Now you were not working for your former employer in marketing and sales for a very large communications company.  It would not cause so many publicity problems for them having an employee who was dating a high profile actor.

“You won’t mind if the whole world knows you are dating someone not famous and the complete opposite of glamorous?”  

“You know me better than that.  Would I care about any of that?  Plus [Y/N] you are far more glamorous than you know.  And wonderful and amazing, brilliant…  Need I continue?  Because I could truly go on for some time about all of your wonderful qualities.” Knowing him as you did now you knew it was something that was not in the slightest bit important.  

“No you don’t have to continue.  I miss you.” With a sigh you leaned further back on the couch, pulling your legs up underneath to.

“And I, you.  If I was home would be we be out dancing and dining?”

“Honestly if it was right now, no.”  Tom got quiet on the other end for a moment.  “I would rather us have take away and just curl up together to watch a movie or talk.  I don’t want to share you with the world, at least not tonight.”

“Hmm a quiet night in? That sounds lovely.  What kind of take away?  That Chinese place around the way?”

“Oh God yes.  Those shrimp noodles are so good.  Stop it; you are going to depress me tonight.  I don’t want that.  I want to talk and enjoy the conversation before you have to go back to work.”  His quiet laugh warmed your heart.

“I apologize love.  I won’t do it again.  Can I call you back in a few minutes?  I need to get out of the car and I have too many things to carry.”

“Of course baby.  Love you.”  He repeated the same as you disconnected the call.  It would give you a few minutes to look for something to eat. It was getting later and your stomach was rumbling.  The cupboards proved to be useless, as did the refrigerator.  Nothing looked good after thinking about the shrimp and noodles that Tom mentioned.  A knock at the door pulled you out of your hungry driven misery.  

Opening the door, you found a deliveryman from that very restaurant.  “Evening miss, I have your food.”

“I didn’t order anything…”

“Oh no?  I have shrimp and noodles, soup, egg rolls…  It’s all paid for, here look.”  He handed you the receipt with had Tom’s name on it from his credit card.  That man had called in an order for you.  He knew you better than you knew yourself.  You laughed nodding towards the man.

“I think it is for me. Thank you.  One moment let me get you something for a tip.”  The man shook his head handing the box over to you.

“No miss.  I got a big tip from the man who ordered.  Have a good night.”  He took off down the walkway as you laughed closing the door. Of course, Tom had tipped well. Setting the box down on the kitchen counter you found there was an extraordinary amount of food.  There was no way you were going to be able to eat that much. At least there would be plenty for left overs for the next few days.

Another knock sounded and your hope was that he had wine delivered too.  Laughing you opened the door to find a large bouquet of pink and purple lilies, you favorite flower.  Behind the lilies was the face that made your whole world shine.  That surprise silenced you as you covered your mouth.  “Happy anniversary [Y/N], my beautiful darling.”

Tom stepped through the doorway to kiss your still shocked lips.  Both his arms were full one with the flowers the other with a bottle of wine. It was scary how well he knew you. Well hell no wonder there was so much food.  “I can’t believe you are here!  You weren’t supposed to be home for a week.”

Happy tears filled your eyes as you reached up to hug him close.  “I finished early.  I did not want to miss tonight with you.”

“I love you so much.”  When you finally gave the man a chance to move he was able to set the flowers and the wine down.  Dinner was enjoyed from the comfort of the couch as you two talked.  Wine was poured and the bottle finished within an hour. It was a wonderful evening for you both. Soon you both were a tad on the tipsy side when Tom decided he wanted to take pictures of you both on his phone.

Recently he had finally caved to using Snapchat.  For months, you had told him how fun it was with all of the different filters and voice changers.  When he relented, he had become a Snapchat monster.  His followers were subjected to many stories and funny videos a week. Not that anyone minded.  Tonight he was playing with the filters and had taken a video of you both kissing and laughing with the hearts floating around your heads.  He even put a ‘happy anniversary’ banner over the top of the video.  You thought it was adorable and wanted him to send it to you.

He was playing around with more filters giggling like a child but eventually he did send it to you. As you were cleaning up the living room table, Tom got quiet before you heard “Oops.”

“Oops what?”  That was when the phones started to ring, both yours and his.  

“I may have posted that on my feed for the world to see.”  Your eyes went wide as you dove to grab your phone.  Your best friend was calling you.  Tom’s agent was calling him.  Now the whole world was going to find out about your relationship.  Looking back over to him not wanting to answer it, the grin on his face sealed it.  He may have not done it on purpose but he was not upset about it.

“Tom…”  He pulled you down next to him so he could wrap you in his arms. Both phones continuing to ring.

“Oops…”


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Burning Passion

So, I was writing this because I’ve been having serious Moony feels. (And also Sirius/Moony feels……ignore my puns)(And because this is a Moony blog, so duh!)) This is my first smut, so please don’t judge! I also want to honor @aveeragemusings for all the shit she’s gone through! Hope you enjoy!! Also, a bit of a side note, PLEASE SEND REQUESTS!!! I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS AND CANNOT GET ONE DONE!!! GIVE ME A GOAL!!!

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“Hey guys.” You said as you entered the room your boyfriend, Remus Lupin, shared with his best friends: James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew.

It was not an odd occurrence for you to be in the Marauders bedroom; in fact you spent the night at least twice a month despite being a (Y/H) and despite the fact that you were the opposite gender. Besides, none of them really cared; Sirius only spent the night about half the time, probably doing something with the opposite gender, and Lily spent about 3 nights a week sleeping in the room as well, and Peter, nobody ever noticed.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Was the collective response as you walked into the room and sit in the middle of the floor.

“How did everything go last night?” You ask. It seemed that last night had been one of the worst transformations, and you hadn’t been able to go because, you had just gotten over the flu.

“It was fine.” Sirius answered flatly.

You put your hands up in defeat. “I just asked a simple question.”

“Just ask your boyfriend, he won’t talk to us.” James said crankily.

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe you guys should leave.” You said.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Peter said, and left, having the two boys who were dead on their feet follow him.

You stood up, leaving your bag where you were sitting, walking over to where Remus was bunches under his cover.

“Remus?” You ask softly.

“Go away.” He said stubbornly.

You rolled your eyes, while placing your hands on your hips. “Why should I?” You challenged.

“I don’t want you to see me right now.” He said.

“Why?” You ask softly, your voice filled with worry. You step closer, before he ripped off the covers and moved to stand in front of you.

His face was littered with new cuts and a bruise was forming.

“Remus.” You whispered, your eye filled with worry. You reached out to cup his face, but he backed away and turned, so that his back was facing you.

“I’m hideous.” He whispered, his voice wavering. “I don’t know why you stay around.” He said.

“Oh Remus, you know I don’t think that.” You said, your eyes starting to water at how the man you loved viewed himself. You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your forehead to his back. “I love you.” You whispered.

He turned around to hug you back before placing a kiss on the top of your head. “I love you too.” He said placing another kiss on your forehead. “I don’t know why you love something as as disgusting as me.

“Remus, I don’t think that you’re disgusting.” You said softly, cupping his face to bring his gaze up to meet your eyes. Your (E/C) orbs, were soft, and full of love and pain. “I think you’re beautiful, Remus.” You said, your voice cracking a bit, and your eyes started to water up. “I love you.” You said a bit forcefully. “I don’t give a shit about your scars. What I mean is, I wish you didn’t have them, because they are a mark of how much pain you’ve been through, and I don’t ever want to imagine you in that type of pain.” By now, you were crying, the tears cascading down your cheeks. You sniffled once, before continuing. “I love you, and none of your scars are going to change that. I love you, you beautiful creature.” You told him. Your eyes closed, and you let the tears fall silently. You felt a pressure on your forehead, and opened your eyes to see Remus with his eyes closed, his forehead resting on yours. You placed a quick kiss on his lips. “I wish you saw yourself, the way I see you.” You whisper, your voice barely audible. You look up, into Remus’ green eyes. “Please, let me show you how special you are.” You pleaded, your (E/C) eyes, pleading with his. “Please, Remus.” You mouth.

You saw him nod, and you smile up at him, feeling yourself tearing up again. “I love you.” You said softly, before closing the gap between the two of you, placing a featherlight kiss on his lips, your lips barely brushing. After sweet, agonizing moments of your lips brushing past each other, you sighed happily when there was a little bit of pressure.

To you this was heaven. Kissing Remus like this; with so much love, as if it were only you two in the world. You loved this boy with all your heart, and you just wanted to live in this moment for together.  

You pulled away, slowly, looking up into his beautiful green orbs, the love in them mirroring your own. “I love you, Remus.” You said, your eyes tearing up again while you were gazing at the beautiful boy who had snuck into your heart.

“I love you too, (Y/N).” He whispered, his hands cupping both sides of your chin, before pulling you into a sweet kiss.

The kiss was sweet and shy, and somewhat salty from your tears, but neither of you could care less. All that mattered was that you were kissing the person you had grown to love so much.

The kiss had went from sweet and bashful, to passionate and needy. Instead of the brushing past each others lips with your lips, it was a flurry of tongues and teeth.

Your hand was cupping his face and the pad of your thumb was rubbing circles on his face. Your other hand was resting on top of his head, your fingers combing through his curly brown locks, pulling him closer to you. One of his hands rested on the small of your back, the other threading through your (H/C) hair. You arched your back, forcing your chest to rub up against him, making a small moan escape his lips.  

While the kiss was amazing, and breathtaking, the position was a little more than awkward. Your neck was getting sore from leaning so far back, and Remus’ back was starting to ache from hunching down so much.

You placed your hands on his chest and slowly started pushing him back, till the back of his legs his the wooden frame of the bed. You pulled away, before pushing him forcefully onto the bed, giggling at his little “Omf.” As he hit the mattress.

You crawled on top of him, almost acting as if you were drunk. You were most certainly drunk on Remus. He was your drug, and you were addicted.

You straddled his lap giggling slightly, before leaning down to kiss him firmly on the mouth. Your tongues were moving in a shared rhythm, instead of the normal fight for dominance that took place. You were both content with the peacefulness of the kiss. You pulled back lazily, looking down at Remus below you.

“Are you sure?” You ask, with a tone of concern. “We can stop now if you’re not comfortable.” You said, softly, while holding his hands, your fingers curling around his.

“(Y/N),” He said in the same voice as you, “I want this. I want to be with you. You are the only person I could ever see myself being with. I love you.” He said before quickly kissing you. “But are you sure that you want this?” He asked.

Instead of answering, you kissed him feverishly. He kissed you back, just as hard. Your hands found their way to the top buttons and you quickly unbuttoned the top three. You quickly pulled away, giggling a little. Your laughter died as soon as you noticed a large slash and most of it was obscured by the rest of his shirt.

You half smiled and placed a kiss on his neck, right below his ear. You nibbled at his earlobe, feeling him shiver below you. “You’re beautiful, Remus.” You whispered to him, before going back to kissing his neck. You placed butterfly kisses until you heard him moan softly. You smirked to yourself, before lightly sucking on the skin there, eliciting a louder moan from your boyfriend. You pulled away, and grinned at the mark you had left him. It wasn’t very visible, but it was enough of a warning to other people.

You kissed him on the lips again, before sitting back so that your bottom was resting on his hard-on. You smiled a bit at your heavily flushed boyfriend who was hiding his face with his arms. You snickered a bit at his embarrassment.

“Stop laughing.” He whined out. “It’s all your fault, you little minx.” He said, still hiding behind his arms. “It’s not funny.” He said, before moving his arms to rest on your hips.

“I wasn’t laughing at that.” You said, laughing even more at your mortified boyfriend. “I was laughing at how cute you are.” You said, booping his nose, before peppering kisses all over his face. “I love you.” You said, smiling at him.

He returned your smile. “I love you too.”

When he said that you both crashed your lips together for a passionate kiss. You were fighting aggressively to maintain dominance over him. Your hands slowly wandered down to where his shirt was. You slowly unbuttoned the rest of it, before pulling away from the kiss, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He leaned up a little so that you could free him from his shirt.

You looked down at his chest and your heart filled with pain at seeing so many scars; records of how much pain he had ever been in. Without hesitating you leaned down and kissed across all of his scars. You placed feather kisses on all of them, and kissed the skin slowly.

“(Y/N).” Remus moaned out your name. You smiled up at him, before placing a kiss on his chin, and then again kissing down his chest. But this time, you were kissing every inch of available skin. You were reaching the dangerous territory of his waistband, and you could hear him take a sharp intake of breath.

You moved back, so that you were sitting on his thighs. You slowly moved both of your hands up over his crotch to the button of his jeans. You heard him breath in deeply and heard a low groan. You smirked internally before unbuttoning his pants at an agonizingly slow pace.

“(Y/N).” Remus groaned out. “Stop teasing me.” He said in a husky voice.

You responded by pulling down his pants. You stuck two fingers into the waistband of his boxers and released them hearing the elastic slap lightly against his skin. You heard his breathing pick up as you palmed him through his boxers, him grinding into your hand. His head fell back into the pillows, his eyes closed in ecstasy. You pulled away abruptly, his eyes opening, his dark irises looking slightly angry.

“(Y/N).” He growled out. “Please don’t stop, again.” He pleaded, his voice now sounding desperate.

You moved up again, so that you were sitting directly on his erection. “Patience.” You purred out, leaning down to nibble on his earlobe. You sat up, and rolled your hips a little to create some friction between the two of you, relishing in the moans you heard pass his delicious, plump lips. You slowly started to unbutton your school blouse. He was staring at you so intently, it made you bring your thighs closer together, causing you both to moan at the added friction. You had only unbuttoned half the shirt before you lost it and just pulled it off your head, very violantly, ripping off a few buttons. You threw it behind you, before leaning down to kiss Remus again.

He kissed you back just as eagerly, one of his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you down onto him. His other hand moved up slowly up the your back, until it reached your bra. He unclipped it, and you both broke away momentarily so you could slide your bra off and throw it somewhere behind you. You went back to kissing him hungrily, a moan escaping your mouth as one of his hands cupped your right breast. You moved one of your hand to his brown hair, playing with it as you other hand slowly crept down his chest to palm him again. He moaned into your mouth, his hands going down to remove his boxers, yours removing your skirt and underwear, someone not breaking the kiss.

You ground your hips into his, slicking his hard cock up with your juices. As you pulled back from the kiss, Remus and your hand went down to guide his long member to your opening. You slowly slid down onto him, both of you moaning loudly. His hands moved to rest on your hips and your went to the middle of his chest to provide yourself support as you slowly moved up and down.

You threw your head back, your eyes closed as you moaned in pure bliss. You were surprised to feel him hitting a different angle and you opened your eyes to see Remus sitting up and his arms were wrapped around you. His mouth latched onto one of your nipples and you moaned at the heavenly feeling.

The room was filled with the sounds of moans and slapping of skin on skin. You felt your high coming on, and you brought one of your hands down to rub at your clit furiously.

“Remus, I’m close!”

“Ugh! Me too, baby!” He groaned out.

He started moving inhumanly fast. You screamed out his name as you went over the edge, and heard him come right after you. He drew out your orgasms, and when you were both completely finished you both smiled at each other before kissing each other. You both pulled away, and he took you of of his softening cock, and grabbed the covers pulling them over you two.

He pulled you into him, being the big spoon and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“(Y/N)?” He asked.

“Hmm?” You hummed, half asleep and snuggling into him.

“I love you.” He whispered.

You smiled and mumbled incoherently, “I love you, too.”

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“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!”

A girly scream woke you and Remus up. You both sat up, and then you realized you were still naked so, you pulled covers closer to you, while Remus put an arm in front of you acting as a shield.

In front of the two of you were Sirius and James staring wide-eyed and looking traumatized. Well, Sirius looked more traumatized.

“You guys did it on my bed!?!?” He yelled, terrified.

Remus and you looked around, realizing that, infact you were not on Remus’ bed and you looked shocked.

“I’m sorry, Sirius!” You yelled frantically. “We didn’t know it was your bed!”

There was no point in denying what happened, so you were just freaking out.

“We’ll just go now.” James said awkwardly, dragging Sirius who was in mourning of his bedsheets. As they were walking away from the room, James yelled, “Hope you used protection! We don’t need a Miny Moony running around!”

“Remus.” You said, frozen in place even after they left.

“Yes, Sweetheart?” He asked, also frozen.

“I hate your friends.”

Five Times Mike Said “I love you” and One Time Will Said It Back

Warning: Slight swearing

1

Mike was jolted awake by the sound of the phone ringing from his bedside table. It took him a few seconds to register what was happening, so he ran to catch it. “H-hello?” He said quietly, not wanting to wake the other residents of the house up. He felt his stomach knot a little at the thought of who might be calling, he knew the Demogorgon was dead, but he couldn’t help but worry still. The knot was quickly released when he heard Will Byers’ voice on the other end of the line.

“Mike? It’s Will.” His voice was shaking and he too sounded scared. “Will! Are you ok? What’s going on? Are you hurt?” Mike listened to Will’s breathing, his worry building with every passing second. “I’m ok, nevermind. I shouldn’t have called in the middle of the night. I’m sorry. We’ll talk tomorrow, good night.” Will whispered, but Mike could easily hear how upset he was. “Don’t be stupid Will, you know you can tell me what’s wrong. I’m always here for you.” 

Mike wished he was there with Will, to hold him and help him no matter what was wrong because he cared about him so much. Maybe even too much sometimes, he felt. “It’s nothing really, I just… had a nightmare is all. I was back in the upside down. I kinda just wanted to hear your voice. You know, to assure myself you’re still here.”

Mike felt his heart break just a little knowing that Will still, almost a year after Jane closed the gate, had nightmares about what happened. “I’m here, and so are you. I’m never ever letting you fall back into that-that place.” Mike said. 

They fell silent for a little while, both boys having so much they wanted to say, but neither having the courage to say it. Will’s heart swelled hearing what Mike was telling him, and he immediately felt comforted. “That’s really all I wanted, Mike. Thank you so much. I’m sorry to wake you.” “Don’t be!” The other replied. “Wake me anytime Will. You know I love you and want you to be OK. So anytime.”

Their conversation ended not long after that, and Mike fell back into his bed with a big smile painted on his face. After Will’s nightmare, he was the person Will wanted to hear the voice of. He was the one Will had wanted to comfort him. He knew it was probably just ‘cause they were such good friends, but Mike couldn’t help but hope there was more to it than that.

2

Will, Mike, Lucas and Dustin were stood onstage, looking nervously out at the small crowd. The winners of this year’s science fair were about to be announced, and they were all a little jittery. They knew they had a good shot, but they also knew the group of kids stood to their right did. The judges were whispering amongst themselves, throwing them glances every now and then.

They knew it wasn’t really all that important, but Mike couldn’t help but feel a little nauseous with anticipation. Without giving it a second thought, he grabbed Will’s hand in his own and squeezed. It took him a few seconds to realize what he had done, and suddenly he felt a wave of panic surging through him. Was this weird? Did Will think this was weird? Should he let go and pretend nothing happened? Or just hold on?

Time seemed to slow down as he felt Will squeeze his hand in return. Did that mean Will didn’t think it was weird? Mike really couldn’t read the situation, so just to be sure he grabbed Dustin’s hand as well. Now, if anybody asks, he just wanted to support his team, not hold hands with Will.

After what felt like hours, the judges stood up from their stools and the one in the front grabbed a microphone. “Now, after careful consideration, we have decided upon a winner. In third place, Sophia Smith, Louis Carson and Julia Hansen!” A cheer erupted from the far end of the stage, and the three students ran to fetch their trophy. “In second place, Alex Lopez, Samuel Dale, Joshua Richardson and Leia Brown!” Again cheers erupted, this time from behind, as the students ran forward to collect their prize.

“It’s gotta be us, right? They can’t possibly let Thompson win, can they?” Lucas whispered. Mike turned to look at Will and gave him a small, reassuring smile. When Will smiled back, Mike felt his stomach fill with even more butterflies.

“And in first place, the obvious winners, Michael Wheeler, William Byers, Lucas Sinclair and Dustin Henderson!” Dustin had started cheering right after having heard “Wheeler”, and soon they all joined in.

“I told you! I flipping told!” Lucas exclaimed, embracing Dustin. “Oh my god, yes!!” Will screamed, throwing his hands in the air, dropping Mike’s in the process. “I love you, man! This is awesome!” Mike responded, pulling Will in for a hug. He regretted saying it immediately, what if he’d made Will uncomfortable? What if Will realized Mike meant it in a different way than he might want him to?

He didn’t say much more after that, trying to play it cool. They took their photos with the trophy, and eventually headed home to eat some celebratory pizza. All that was spinning through Mike’s head was the feeling of holding Will’s hand, and images of what they might become if Will did realize how Mike felt. He didn’t get much sleep that night either.

3

It was the morning of the 22nd of March 1986. Mike stood in front of the mirror by his front door, running his fingers through his hair for what felt like the hundredth time. He didn’t know why he was fussing so much about how it looked, it was gonna get messed up when he rode his bike anyway, but he still felt like it had to be perfect. He straightened his crisp white shirt, and picked up his backpack from the floor, opening the door slowly.

He and the rest of the gang were surprising Will with a birthday breakfast. It was hard to believe he was fifteen already. Time had flown by, and Mike worried they would grow apart eventually. He dreaded the day Will would tell him he’d gotten a girlfriend. It might even drive a wedge between their friendship because Mike was almost certain he wouldn’t be able to bear listening to Will go on and on about anybody that wasn’t him. It was strange, because even though Mike had practically admitted his feelings for his best friend to himself, he was still convinced it was just some sort of a phase.

Outside Dustin, Lucas, Jane, and Max were leaning on their bikes, waiting for him. “Hurry up, would you?!” Lucas yelled once Mike emerged from his house. “For shit’s sake, we’re supposed to catch him before he wakes up!” Dustin said, starting to pedal down the road. “I’m sorry, coming!” Mike replied with a heavy sigh, following the others. Jane looked down at his clothes and then shot him a knowing look. “You look nice. I’m sure he’ll think so too.” She said. Mike felt a blush creep to his cheeks, but he smiled politely in return.

Jane and Mike had broken up two months earlier, but no one else knew the real reason why. They had told their friends it was just because they loved each other more as friends, and although that was partially true, Jane had also said she felt that Mike cared more about someone else than her. He hadn’t understood what she meant at first, but after she stared at a photograph of him and Will before leaving, he understood. Thankfully, they had remained close friends, and Jane had reluctantly promised not to tell anyone about Mike’s crush. 

The group biked along the road, singing and laughing with each other, enjoying the surprisingly nice weather. Lucas and Max were upfront, Dustin and Jane following close behind. Mike was in the back, distancing himself from the others. It didn’t take long to get to Will’s house, and they all ran up to the door. Dustin knocked carefully, and Joyce opened up with a bright smile. “Hey everyone! Come on inside, he’s not up yet, but he might be awake.” In the kitchen, she had set the table for them all and returned to cooking the bacon. She waved at them as they made their way down the hallway to Will’s bedroom. 

Mike pulled Will’s present out of his bag and smoothed down his hair again. “Let’s just barge through and yell happy birthday,” Max whispered, and they all nodded. She counted quietly, and when she got to three they all jumped into his room. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” Will was lying, asleep in his bed, and was jolted awake. He looked confused for a few seconds, before grinning largely. 

They gathered around his bed, and put their gifts on his lap. “Thank you so much, you guys are the best!” Will laughed, looking up at Mike. “No worries dude, I love you. I mean, we all love you. Let’s get you some breakfast!” Mike’s cheeks flushed again, and he dragged Will out of bed, trying to move along the conversation. He realized a little too late that telling Will he loved him wouldn’t have sounded as weird if he hadn’t instinctively corrected himself. It wasn’t weird to say I love you, but it was weird to pretend he didn’t mean it.

Everyone gathered around the kitchen table, eating and having a good time. The rest of the day was spent celebrating, namely at the arcade and at the movies. It all went by in a blur, but Mike still thought about that morning. God, he just couldn’t stop making things weird between them, could he?

4

I was a warm April afternoon, and school had just finished. Mike and Dustin were leaving their English class, heading for the AV club. “You’re ok, right?” Dustin asked. Mike shot him a confused look, “of course I am, why would you think I wasn’t?” “You’ve just been kinda distant. I figured it was ‘cause of the breakup or something.” They walked in silence for a little while. Mike wasn’t sure what to reply. “Yeah, sorry. Didn’t mean to do that, it’s just been a lot I guess.” He thought his answer might have been too vague, but Dustin said, “I get it, I do. Just let us in on what’s happening, we’re your friends!”

Another silence fell between them, and Mike felt grateful that Dustin didn’t push him for answers.The truth was that ever since he realized how he felt, he had tried to avoid Will when he could, but considering they were best friends that hadn’t gone unnoticed. He was so angry with himself. It was so stupid to let a little crush ruin his longest friendship. He needed Will, no matter what. And avoiding him was not making his feelings go away, if anything it had made them harder to ignore.

They met up with Lucas and Max by the clubroom, but Will was nowhere to be found. “Where’s Will?” Mike asked, a little worried. “Oh, didn’t he tell you? His dad’s picked him up, they were going to some football game.” Lucas said. “Oh.” They entered the room and began their meeting as usual. 

Two and a half hours later, everyone was heading home. They walked out toward the main entrance when Mike realized he had left his bike on the other side of the school. “Go ahead, you guys. I came through the back, gotta get my bike.” “You sure you don’t want us to wait?” Dustin asked, but he told them to go. 

Mike walked out through the back door and strolled down the steps to his bicycle, when he saw someone sat on the curb. He hadn’t expected seeing anyone else here, considering how long they’d stayed behind. He walked a few steps closer and immediately recognized the striped sweater the boy was wearing. It was Will. His backpack was slumped next to him, and he sat with his head in his hands. 

“What’re you still doing here?” He asked carefully, sitting himself down beside his friend. Only then did he notice Will’s sniffling, and he looked to see Will’s eyes red and puffy. “Will! What’s wrong?” He asked, putting a hand around him. “Lonnie didn’t show.” He whispered, pulling himself closer to Mike’s chest. Mike wasn’t sure what to say, so he just stroked his arm.

“I don’t think he loves me.” Will said after a few minutes of silence, and Mike’s heart ached. “Who fucking cares what he feels?” he said, “he’s never mattered, he’s a dick!” Will laughed a little and looked up at Mike’s face. “You think so?” “Yes! The only thing that matters is the people who do care about you, not some ass who doesn’t even try! Jonathan and Joyce love you, Max and Lucas love you, Dustin and Jane love you, I love you. That’s what matters.” 

They sat on the curb for almost twenty minutes, talking about nothing in particular. Eventually, they had to leave, and Mike followed Will all the way home. Will had said he didn’t need to, but he insisted, saying Will would have absolutely done the same. 

5

“You should tell him,” Jane said, putting down her book and looking up at Mike. It was Saturday night. The gang had just watched a movie in Mike’s basement and everyone else had gone home. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Isn’t Hopper coming to pick you up soon?” Jane rolled her eyes at his attempt to change the subject. “Actually, I’m biking home. Talk to me, Mike! We’re friends.” “There’s nothing to say!” Mike replied. “Mike, friends don’t lie.” She looked him dead in the eyes. “How are you so sure that I like him?” “Not like, love. And it’s not hard to see.” She stared at him, waiting for an answer, but one never came.

He fell down onto the couch and let out a light sob. Jane immediately ran to comfort him, asking what was wrong. “I love him, that’s what’s wrong!” He hugged her back and started crying into her shoulder. “Why is love wrong?” She asked. Once again, there came no reply, just Mike’s ragged breathing. 

“He feels the same, it’s not hard to see that either.” Mike’s heart jumped in his chest, but he shot her a confused look. “You’ve gone mad, Jane.” “You’re the one that’s mad, crying over a boy who loves you.” He asked how she could be so sure, and she laughed. “Mike, I think everyone knows how he feels, apart from you. He talks so much about you, and the look in his eyes when he sees you, it’s the look of love.” For the third time that day, Mike had no idea what to respond.

The situation was a little odd. Here he was, lying in his exes arms while she gave him advice about his crush. He let out a soft giggle. “What?” She asked. “It’s just kinda funny. Us, I mean.” She laughed as well. “Yes, I suppose it is funny.” Mike thought back to when he first met Jane, how he’d been the one to kiss her first. Why couldn’t he be that confident now? Why was he wasting time being sad about this thing he wasn’t gonna get over? If Will didn’t feel the same way, at least Mike could stop wondering, maybe then he’d finally get over him.

“I’ll follow you out.” He exclaimed, pulling himself off the sofa, and rubbing away his tears. “Are you ok?” She asked, and he replied, “I’ll let you know tomorrow.” They stumbled up the stairs, and Mike called out to his parents, “I’m just gonna follow Jane home!”, running outside before they could reply. “Thanks, Jane. I think I really needed that. See you tomorrow.” He pulled her in for a hug and then jumped onto his bike. “Wait! Where are you going?” She yelled at him as he biked away. “I’m going to Will’s, obviously!”

Usually, Mike would consider the ride to Will’s house long and tiring, but this particular night it felt like no time at all. Once he got to the Byers’ driveway he threw down his bike, and ran around to Will’s window. Looking down at his watch, he saw that it was almost midnight, so Will was probably asleep. He knocked carefully on the glass, and waited for a response. He heard some shuffling and the window was pulled up.

“What the hell Mike! It’s the middle of the night!” The young boy exclaimed, looking slightly annoyed, but suddenly his facial expression changed. “What’s happened? Are you alright?” Mike pointed up at the window, and asked, “can I come in?” Will quickly moved away from the opening and helped the taller boy inside.

Once he stood in the bedroom, Mike suddenly felt his nerves catch up with him, and he lost all the confidence he’d built up. They sat down on Will’s bed, and Will stared at Mike with big, worried eyes. “Uhh, I kinda should have planned this before storming over here.” Mike laughed, mostly to himself. “You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important. Spill it.” 

“Ok, I will, just give me a sec. Uhh, you’re my absolute best friend. You know me better than anyone else in the world. You’re funny, smart, talented, caring, and not to mention gorgeous. And I really, really care about you. What I’m trying to say is that, uhhhmm. There’s a reason Jane and I broke up. There’s also a reason I’ve kinda been avoiding you at times. I–uhh- I love you, Will. And not just in the way I always have, in a, uhh, romantic way. ”

Will’s eyes widened, and he sat completely still. He looked at Mike with a confused expression and then, after almost a whole minute, opened his mouth to reply, “I, uhh–” “I’m gonna go home. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” Mike interrupted Will quickly, not wanting to hear his rejection. He felt tears stinging at his eyes, so he ran back out the window as fast as he could, leaving Will sat alone in his bedroom, staring at the empty space he’d left behind.

+1

Come Monday morning, Mike and Will hadn’t spoken to each other at all. Will had wanted to call him, and tell him he felt the same way, but it seemed like something he should say in person. He tried going to the Wheeler’s house, but they had said Mike wasn’t home.

Will met up with the gang at the entrance, but Mike wasn’t there. No one had seen him all morning. Will’s stomach dropped, and he felt guilty. He should’ve just stopped Mike from leaving that night, he’d just felt like he needed a bit of time to process what he’d said. It wasn’t every day your best friend confessed they were in love with you.

“Let’s just head inside, I don’t think he’s coming.” Lucas said, and the others murmured in agreement. Will followed them, and they made their way to the first lesson.

Will kept his eyes open for Mike all day, but there was no sign of him anywhere. During lunch he kept his eyes on the door, waiting for him to walk through but he never came, and during every class they shared he would stare at Mike’s empty seat in anticipation.

After school, he knew he had to head straight to Mike’s and when the others asked why he wasn’t staying for AV, he said he had urgent business to attend to. It didn’t take long to get to his house, and he noticed Mike’s bike lying on the front lawn. Will rang the doorbell, and waited for a reply. Ted Wheeler opened the door, looking tired. “Hi, Mr. Wheeler. I need to talk to Mike.” Will said, smiling politely. Ted sighed, and replied, “Mike’s sick, I’m afraid. Goodbye, Will.” He went to close the door, but Will trapped his foot in the opening. “I’m really sorry, sir, but I need to speak to your son now.”

Ted didn’t question him further, not bothering to, he let him in and said that Mike was in the basement. Will threw open the basement door and jogged down the staircase. Mike was lying on his couch, reading a comic-book.

“Hey.” He smiled. “What’re you doing here?” Mike asked, a surprised look on his face. Will could tell he’d been crying, from his red, puffy cheeks. “I came to see you, obviously.” Will joked, walking closer. Mike stood up from the sofa.

“I’m gonna talk now, while you let me finish. Got it?” Mike looked confused, but nodded. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything that night. The truth is I just didn’t know how to put my feelings into words, but now I think I do. You’re my best friend too. You’re the only person I feel 100% comfortable around, you make me laugh at things that aren’t really that funny, and you give me butterflies just by looking at me. Michael Wheeler, I love you too.” Before Mike had the chance to reply, Will pulled him down for a kiss.

It was short, and sloppy because Mike was unprepared, but it was amazing. They pulled apart and stared at each other in awe for a few seconds, before Mike pulled in for another kiss. This one still awkward, but gentler and sweet. Will’s head was in scrambles, as if his mind couldn’t process what was happening. Mike’s hands made their way to Will’s waist, while Will ran his fingers through Mike curly hair. They had no idea how long they were stood like that, in the middle of the basement making out, but they knew it didn’t matter. Now they had all the time in the world.

Tears in his eyes, aflame with Gallic ardor, Lafayette threw his arms around Washington and kissed him on both cheeks. That shocked everyone, because no one ever touched His Excellency.

Lafayette rode to Morristown on the tenth. Washington went out to meet him and, Hamilton remembered, his ‘eyes filled with tears of joy… a certain proof of a truly paternal love.’ The young man threw his arms around his adoptive father and kissed him on both cheeks.

The marquis heard on the fourteenth that Washington and his party were approaching town. He leaped out of his bed, into his clothes, and onto his horse, galloped full tilt toward his adoptive father, jumped off the saddle, and ran, his arms outstretched, toward the general. Virginia militia major St. George Tucker told his wife that 'the marquis 'caught the general round his body, hugged him as close as it was possible, and absolutely kissed him from ear to ear once or twice… with as much ardor as ever an absent lover kissed his mistress on his return.’ Reunited at last, they were both in tears.’

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May 1st, 1778 // May 10th, 1780 // September 14th, 1781 

 Various reunions of the Marquis de Lafayette and George Washington; Adopted Son by David A. Clary

A Promise - Finnick Odair Imagine

Rating: PG-13, cuz I’m a very paranoid person

Warnings: mentions of pain torture, jabberjays, mean Capitol

Summary: The Capitol controlled everything, even the hate between you and a certain Finnick Odair. Or so they thought. When you get trapped in the Jabberjays section, you were so sure nothing would affect you. You were terribly wrong.

Word Count: 1678


You wielded your bo before locking it into place on your back. You got separated from Finnick while fighting at the Cornucopia. You had to find Finnick. You were sure that Finnick survived the bloodbath, but you needed to find him as soon as possible. Even though the audience believed that you and Finnick were rivals, you didn’t care. You were getting out of the arena and away from the Capitol, anyway.

Keeping your eyes peeled, you trekked through the jungle environment. So far, there wasn’t anything suspicious. You didn’t dare eat the tempting nuts, go near the lake surrounding the Cornucopia, or shout for Finnick. you played with the bracelet on your wrist, trying to concentrate.

Something moved. You heard the rustle of leaves. You placed your hand on your bo, prepared for anything unexpected.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)!”

You stopped in your tracks. That was your mother’s voice. But, your mother was dead. You tilted your head in confusion before resuming your defensive stance.

“Help me!”

Your father’s voice. You blinked and shook your head. He was dead, too. You were only in the game for a couple of hours. You knew you weren’t going crazy from sleep deprivation, dehydration, or starvation. You scoffed. The Capitol was trying to play tricks on you. “Not gonna work!” you shouted. “Everyone I care about’s gone,” you stated, walking through the jungle.

“(Y/n)! Help! Please!”

You froze. “Finnick?” you whispered. You shook your head. It couldn’t be him. He was with Katniss, like planned. He couldn’t be anywhere near you. It wasn’t possible.

“(Y/n)! Help!”

Your heart crumbled. “Finnick! Finnick! Where are you?” You ripped through the trees. You whipped out your bow. “Finnick!”

“(Y/n)! Help me! Please! (Y/n)!”

Your eyes watered. What was happening to him? Finnick was always so brave. He would never wail like this. Not if something truly horrible was happening. What was the Capitol doing to him? What cruel thing were they doing this time? You had to get to him. You had to help him. You couldn’t go on in this game without him.

“Finnick!” The screams emanated from that area. You spun around. “Finnick!” you cried. “Where are you? Please!”

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)!” Pain was laced throughout his cries. His pleads speared you right through your heart. Where was he?

“Finnick!”

You pressed your hands to your head. It hurt! It pained you! You took deep breaths. You had to do something. You had to find a way to get to Finnick. Did the Capitol camouflage him somehow? Maybe he was higher in the trees. “Finnick! I’m coming for you!”

You searched the trees.

“(Y/n)! Help me! (Y/n)! Please!”

Your heart pounded against your chest. A weight crushed your lungs. Your head spun in circles. Everything was green. Green. Green. Green.

Black? Something black caught your eyes. No, wait. It was dark blue. “Finnick?”

The spot flew. It flew towards you! The bird opened its beak. “(Y/n)!”

You screamed and ducked down. Finnick’s cries continued to bombard your ears. you sprung back up. This bird. It was the source of Finnick’s cries. It made you scream his name. It made you scared.

You hated it.

Before the wretched bird could scream its awful cry, you slammed your bo against its head. Your breathing was labored. You shut your eyes and looked away. It was only then that you realized what these monsters were. Jabberjays. Experiments of the Capitols trained to repeat what they’ve heard.

They heard Finnick’s screams. They’ve been with Finnick. He was suffering!

“(Y/n)!”

A multitude of Finnick’s shrill screams rang through the air again.

You whipped your head around. A flock of birds swooped down from the trees and headed straight towards you.

You did the only thing you could do. You ran. You pumped your legs as hard as you could.

“(Y/n)! Help me!”

You shook your head. His cries sounded so real. You could picture Finnick in pain. You could see him reaching for you. You could see him pleading for you to come. It was too much to bare. You covered your ears. Tears streamed down your face. You kept on running.

WHAM!

You ran straight into a wall. You couldn’t see it. It was like glass. A force field. “No,” you whispered. You punched the force field. Nothing. You took out your bo and hit it. Nothing. You unsheathed your knife and struck the wall once again. Nothing.

The abominations came at you, surrounding you and engulfing you in its storm.

“(Y/n)! Help me! Help!”

You covered your ears and sunk to the ground. Where was Finnick? He had to be in the arena. What monster did they unleash? What torture were they putting him through? How could they be so cruel?

“Stop it!” you pleaded. “Stop hurting him! Please!”

The torture just grew. Finnick’s screams seemed to grow louder. It clanged about in your heart and head. He was somewhere suffering. And you couldn’t get to him. No matter what you did, Finnick would be suffering without you by his side. The screams of your name echoed, sounding so painful.

You didn’t even realize that the birds had fled. A trident had flown through the air and scared off the Jabberjays.

Someone touched your shoulder. “(Y/n)?”

You sprung up and took out your bo. “Get away from me!” you screamed.

You observed your targets. They looked like tributes. Katniss. Peeta. One looked exactly like Finnick.

It was a trick! It had to be. Finnick was somewhere screaming his head off. This thing was just another illusion by the Capitol. This experiment was just going to trick you. Lead you into some sort of trap. Maybe even kill you. You couldn’t have that happen. You needed to find the real Finnick.

The Finnick copy stepped towards you. “Hey, (y/n), it’s ok. You’re safe now.”

You scowled. “That’s what the Capitol wants me to think,” you sneered.

“Hey, we trust each other, don’t we?”

Its voice sounded just like his. It was so soft and gentle and alluring. But you weren’t going to fall for it. “No. We don’t.”

The thing blinked. “(Y/n),” it purred. “It’s me. I’m Finnick.” It stepped towards you.

You held your bo so that the pointed end rested on its chest. “And how the hell do I know that?”

The Katniss fake strung an arrow.

You threatened, “Don’t test me, you mutt.”

“Hey,” Finnick-fake started, bringing your attention back to him. “(Y/n), I’ll prove it to you. I’m real.”

You just stared at him.

It took your silence as a go-ahead. “You won the 67th Hunger Games at the age of fifteen. I was your mentor.” The counterfeit Finnick  laughed, pointing at your charm bracelet. “That bracelet’s nice.”

You slightly pushed your bo forward. It wasn’t enough to harm the mutt, but it was enough to warn it. “Anyone could figure that out. The Capitol knows all of that.”

“Ah, but they don’t know one about you.”

“And what is this one thing?”

It smiled ever so slightly. “You told everyone that bracelet was made by Mags. You lied. I gave that promise to you.”

You gulped. You and Finnick had agreed to never tell anyone about the two of you. Before you were reaped, Finnick and you were the best of friends. You jumped forward when his name was called at his Reaping. You were interviewed when the Games was nearing its end. You were the first to congratulate him when he came back home.

The Capitol hated that. The Capitol didn’t like the idea of their District 4 sex symbol being tied down.

All footage of you was cut from the viewings. However, it didn’t stop Finnick from bringing you on camera. He invited you to his house when paparazzi was there. He mentioned you in every interview. He didn’t want to lose you as a best friend.

The Capitol fought back. That’s when you were reaped.

After you won, Finnick and you admitted your love for each other in private. However, the two of you knew it wouldn’t please the Capitol. Not wanting to take the risk, Finnick and you agreed never to be seen on camera together, never mention each other in interviews, never even talk to each other at home. In order to make people believe it, Finnick and you staged an argument that played on television for years. You scheduled secret meetings in different places at different times, successfully keeping the Capitol off your trail.

“We have to stop doing this,” you had muttered once against Finnick’s lips.

“You want to stop kissing?”

You had laughed and stared into his eyes. “Finnick, how is this going to work?”

Finnick had sighed. “We will be together one day. I promise.”

It wasn’t enough proof for you. You had stared at the ground.

“Hey, I got you something.” Finnick had slipped something cool on your wrist.

You had looked at your wrist and smiled sadly. “A charm bracelet?”

“A promise.” He had lifted your hand and gently kissed your knuckles. “I will always love you, (Y/n).”

This mutt was not a mutt. It was Finnick, the one who loved you, the one you loved you. It was your best friend. You dropped your weapon and smiled. “Finnick,” you whispered.

The young man beamed and took you in his arms. He threaded his fingers through your hair. The Victor sighed as relief took over his body. He hadn’t held you so close in so long. With so many cameras around, he never had the chance to.

You hugged him close to you. “I thought- I thought you were… You were screaming for me,” you exasperated. It filled you with joy being back in Finnick’s arms. You smiled widely. you could finally hug him, even if the Capitol was watching.

Finnick chuckled a little before tightening his grip on you. “I missed you. So much.”

You smiled. “Me, too. I missed you, too.”


Hey guys! I had way too much fun with this one…. Sorry if it’s really confusing. One thing led to another and then it became a complicated and convoluted plot. 

So! I hope you don’t hate it! Have a great night guys! Hope to talk to you again soon!