and then remembers he should be serious

Things Happen

Summary: You wake up next to a man you don’t know, in a place you have never been in, not remembering what has happened the night before. What ensues after is hard to believe.

Word Count: 2,256

Warnings: Mentions of drinking and vomit.

A/N: Thank you to @whothehellisbella for her help, you are amazing, Bella! <3 I hope you all enjoy this one :D 

Originally posted by bucky-papichulo

The buzzing in your head was constant and obnoxious. You knew you had been stupid enough last night to drink yourself to stupor. Groaning, you reached for your pillow and instead your fingers threaded through long hair. Some part of you knew that you shouldn’t, but you still gripped tightly and pulled.

A loud yelp pierced through the air before a masculine voice began to curse. There was a sharp sting to the back of your hand and you hissed, pulling it back and cradling it to your chest.

Your eyes fluttering opened, you gave it a few seconds to fully focus on the person before you and you realized that you did not know him.

“Who are you?” you blurted out.

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La douleur exquise Pt.2 (M)

La douleur exquise: The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.

Summary: You’ve been helplessly in love with your brother’s best friend all your life, but he can’t see you as anything other than a little sister.

Pairing: Wonho x Reader x Jungkook (not a threesome but messy as hell)

Word Count: 6.1k

Genre(s): Angst, smut

Part 1 here

A/N: Thank you guys for being so patient with me on this update. I really hope I did it justice and hope you enjoy! (& don’t kill me I’m sorry)

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His shirt (Logan X reader)

Prompt: Logan’s reaction when he sees you wearing one of his big sweatshirts

The mornings light shines bright, slipping past the closed curtains adorning your window. It fell upon you, disturbing your deep sleep. Groaning you tried to turn over and continue sleeping but the Suns rays seemed to be everywhere, hitting your face no matter where you tossed or turned. Sighing in defeat, you sat up and stretched. A yawn escaping your throat as some bones popped while you stretched, blinking the sleep from your eyes, you surveyed the room. Your clothes were lazily thrown into the floor, the sheets next to you empty. It wasn’t uncommon for Logan to get up earlier then you, it happened quite often really and you learned to accept it. Though you preferred to wake up next to him, all snug and warm, enjoying the morning together. Unfortunately for you, you weren’t a morning person and your boyfriend was. Glancing at the clock you checked the time, ten in the afternoon it read, briefly you wondered where Logan was and what he was doing. You never knew with that man, he could cause trouble with anyone or anything and it left you worried constantly. You trusted him but sometimes his temper would get out of hand, it wasn’t like there was a thing you could do about it now. Getting out of bed, you fixed the messy sheets. Straightening them, pulling the covers back on, and placing the pillows into their spot.

Deciding that it was good enough, your stomach growled, voicing its own hunger. You were in the safety of your own home, so walking out of the room not-fully-clothed wouldn’t be so bad but what if a guest came over? It wasn’t exactly ideal for you to greet them at the door in your bra and panties. Besides, your outfits were either too tight or fancy or just in the laundry since you didn’t feel energized enough to do it. Sighing, you figured you’d barrow Logan’s shirt. He wasn’t like he’d mind, it was just a shirt after all and his were always comfy and smelled just like him. It held a warmth to it that almost mimicked Logan’s, nodding you rummaged in his closest before snatching up a shirt and throwing it on. It was indeed bigger then your petite frame, the hem ending on your lower thighs. It covered everything you wanted it to, fit just right. Grinning you sniffed, the smell of pines and cologne meeting your nose, the cotton soaking in the warmth of the sun almost feeling like he was right beside you, holding you close. Your grin widened, imagining and savoring the moment before your tummy reminded you of the task at hand.

Marching into the kitchen, you searched the fridge for something to eat. A simple sandwich will do for now, you shrugged and took out some turkey and bread. Absentmindedly, you looked out your window, the forest meeting your eyes. It’s breathtaking green leaves twinkling from the morning dew and sunshine, birds chirping and singing their beautiful songs to their little hearts content, the grass a vibrant blend of different hues of green and the tree branches providing shadows and shelter to all the smaller animals. Transfixed by the scene, you took a closer look. A deer nibbled by a bush, munching on some berries as a smaller deer timidly wandered out into the open. From the looks of it, it was a baby, it’s eyes round with curiosity and interest as it sniffed the grass. A much bigger buck with antlers so big and wide you were sure he wouldn’t be able to fit past a doorframe, trotted next to the baby deer. Must be a proud father, you thought happily rather calmed at the sight. The family was just enjoying itself out there, nature could be so beautiful sometimes and you were left envious.

The opening and closing of a door brought you back to your own reality, finishing up the last bits of your food, you glanced over your shoulder. Logan entered and his brown eyes scanned your frame, a smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes slowly trailed from your thighs and up to your back, moving to your arms, focusing on the low hang of the tee and how it showed off your collarbones, then up to your face. Your hair was thrown in a messy bun previously, leaning against the kitchen counter you raised a brow.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You asked unsure as to why he was staring. He shook his head chuckling, moving from the end of the room to right in front of you. Arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer to him, you cuddled close to him, your own arms snaking around his neck as he held you.

“No, you just look really good in my shirt.” His hands moved up and down your sides, eyes taking another peak at your ‘outfit’. Giggling you playfully pushed his shoulder, in return he smiled brightly. “What? I’m serious, you should wear my shirts more often.”

“Well, if you say so.~” You’d be sure to remember his words, this wouldn’t be the last time he’d find you in his shirt, even if he didn’t like it you would’ve still done it. “Just remember, you suggested it!” You announced, pressing a kiss to his cheek before laughter forced your lips away. Today seemed to be a good one.

No matter what

Originally posted by qrunge-alexxaa

Summary:  Reader has news to tell her longtime boyfriend, Jeff, but isn’t sure how he’s going to react.

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader 

Request:  “Can I get #20 with Jeff?! I’m too excited to think rn”

Warnings: None that I can think of

Word count: 1247

Links: Prompt list

Y/F/F = Your favorite flowers 

Black dots clouded your vision as your back arched and loud moans slipped out of your mouth.  You were panting as your boyfriend of 3 years grunted, slowly pulling out of you and discarding the condom before flopping down next to you.  You tried to control your breathing, smiling as you reminisced in the memory of what has happened in the past hour.  You felt Jeff lazily throw his muscular arm across your waist and nestling his face into your chest.  Although it wasn’t the first time, it sure felt like it, as every time was better than the first even though the same result happened.  Your fingers ran through his silky soft, brunette locks and you felt your eyes get heavy before you drifted to sleep.

That was all almost two months ago.  You found out that you were pregnant about two weeks ago, but every time you were about to tell Jeff, you chickened out.  It’s not exactly everyday that you get pregnant halfway through senior year, so you had a reason to be afraid, even though your boyfriend was always too nice for his own good.

Tonight, you were at another party, sober of course, celebrating the baseball team’s win.  You stood next to Jeff with a bottle of water in hand as he played beer pong with Monty, who was currently losing.

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(Spoiler for GotG 2!)

So I just heard that Kraglin, who stayed behind on the ship while the others went down on Ego’s planet, was actually listening to Peter’s music while doing so.

Since never Peter nor his Walkman are there in that moment, that means that Peter’s music was actually saved on the Eclector, the Ravager’s ship.

Somewhere during the 26 years, either Peter or the Ravagers saved the Awesome Mix into the ship’s systems so they could listen to it on the whole ship.

Sure, it could have been Peter who did it, looking for a way to make a backup for his music should his Walkman stop working. But neither Yondu nor Kraglin deleted the music. Even now, where Peter is not a part of the Ravager’s crew anymore, the music is still there, and Kraglin is listening to it. (Even more, he is listening to it during a very serious and strained situation, which gives the feeling that the music is actually something to comfort himself with.)

Either Yondu and Kraglin actually like the music (but would never say so aloud, never ever) or they kept it around as something to remember Peter by when he isn’t there. Or both

Either way, this hits me in the feelings again.

Imagine Harry Takes Care of You When You’re Drunk

You didn’t want to come to the wedding, you weren’t going to RSVP at all. You hadn’t talked to your cousin in ages, it almost seemed awkward to tell them you were going; but of course, your parents told you that it would be very rude of you not to go, and Harry agreed. He was giving you shit for not wanting to go, so you made him go with you, which he obviously didn’t mind at all. If it meant he got to dress up in a suit, and look at you in a pretty dress, then it was okay with him. He cleared his schedule and everything so he would be able to go with you. You thought it was sweet, while only being a little bit annoyed with the fact that you still have to go.

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Teach You - Chapter 4

airing: Bucky x fem!Reader
Summary: He was a punk, and she was… what? She was everything society asked for. But he was different, and nobody liked people that were different. So what happens when two different worlds collide? Are they really that different?
Words: ca. 1000
Warnings: None

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

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Zamasu was Right

So in Dragon Ball Super the new Multiverse Survival arc began two weeks ago, and things seem a bit off. We start off with brand new opening which is pretty fun and energetic. Then this happens.

Now we see this red aura and we speculate on whether this is some sort of new transformation or just Kaio Ken. However there’s something off here. That smile looks a bit familiar.

Originally posted by dragonball-world

I’m getting some flashbacks to Goku Black here. I’m probably just being paranoid. Let’s see what happens in the episode itself. We start off with Goku actually being responsible for once and selling his crops at the market. Suddenly, he’s attacked by carjackers. How will our hero get out of this perilous situation?

Oh yeah he can bench press a planet. That way of dispatching the criminal is giving me some deja vu.

Originally posted by tragic-legend

Looks like Goku is taking after his brother. This guy:

Originally posted by k-oonata

What a wonderful role model. So after Goku conquers this monumental threat, he decides he wants to train with Whis. They agree to meet at Capsule Corp. where Goku learns that Bulma is pregnant. Goku offers Vegeta to train with him, but unlike his lower class counterpart he’s actually a good dad. After leaving Earth, Goku meets with Whis, and Beerus. There he remembers Zeno’s idea of a multiversal tournament. Both Whis and Beerus advise against this, but Goku with his usual lack of respect defies them and taunts Beerus a bit. Pissed, Beerus is about to hakai Goku to keep him from going to Zeno. Now as Goku witnessed with Zamasu, he should know not to screw with a God of Destruction.

Originally posted by dragonballinmotion

Now what would Goku’s reaction happen to be?

That’s an awfully serious face for Goku, especially in Super. In fact there’s something somewhat menacing about it. He’s looking awfully defiant. His next action? Fuck off to Zeno’s and asking him about the tournament of course! Turns out Zeno even forgot about the tournament in the first place. Goku later returns to the Supreme Kai’s world were the Grand Priest has come to announce the tournament. Hurray, a victory for Goku! So what will be the price of this tournament? The Super Dragonballs again? Nope, absolutely nothing. Which is actually quite nice to the alternative of having your universe blown up. How does it feel Goku being responsible for more deaths than any of the people you’ve fought before?

You seem pretty relaxed Goku for someone who’s selfishness is going to cause incalculable amount of death. He even seems shocked that he should take responsibility. How could a mortal have this much power over the lives of others? If there was only some way to stop it…

Originally posted by zamasu

Filthy ningens.

Prompt: “Could you write a fic where the reader and Spock are on a mission and they run into trouble and he does everything he can to protect her since he is madly in love with her?” - Anon

Word Count: 2,026

Author’s Note: Long time, not post, eh? It’s been longer than I’d like, but here’s a piece to make up for lost time. I hope you like it, Anon. Thanks for the wait. 

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Sober - Part Four

Characters: Kwon Jiyong (G-Dragon) Big Bang, Song Mino - Winner 

Genre: Angst 

Words: 5,209

Originally posted by daesungstrash

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Little Girl

Requests: “I’m really,really sorry I thought I was done honest but I saw the Kai gif thing and now fluff, cooking cupcakes with Kai for your little girls birthday party (yum cupcakes) Please and Thank you ~S” (Credits to gif owners!) 

Kai’s daughter meant everything to him. From being a lost cause, to falling in love for the first time, learning how to control himself, getting married and having a daughter, she was his whole world. Its her birthday. Her fifth birthday to be exact which sort of came as a shock to Kai. He knew exactly how old she was going to be yet he couldn’t believe five years ago he didn’t know what to do in the hospital room.

He wasn’t exactly sure what to say, or how to hold her. Or how to react when he saw her face between the thick blankets for the first time. For so long he was confused with emotion, but he cried. He cried with the biggest smile on his face when he cradled her in his arms. He was wrapped around her finger ever since.

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The inevitable (Pt.4)

Genre: Mafia!BTS

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Summary:  After Hoseok is sick of you moping around after your break up and Yoongi overworking himself he made a plan to put you guys together. Despite surprising you with the sudden meetup you come to terms that maybe it was okay to move on already. He’s a mafia member with a short temper? Well, nobody’s perfect.

Pt.1 // Pt.2 // Pt.3 // Pt.5 // Pt.6

Originally posted by parkejimins

As exhausted as you still were you slowly opened your eyes to take notice at the clock in front of you. It read 8:27 and suddenly your minded was flooded of thoughts of last night. You shake your best friend awake as he slept next to you on the couch. Hoseok groans, grabbing one of your wrists.

“…What is it..?”

“Did Yoongi come home? Did he call either of us? Oh my god, shouldn’t he have been back by now?”

Hoseok finally sits up, stretching his arms. Your rambling wasn’t ideal this early in the morning but he fully understand due to your circumstances.

“Y/N. He’s fine. I promise you that last night and we both agreed to just trust Namjoon. We’ve been with him for years and there’s no way something went wrong.”

You shot him the saddest puppy dog look you could manage, making him feel guilty.

“I’m serious. He’s okay..”

“But what if-“

“Do you trust him?” He asked, looking more serious than usual.

“Well yeah-“

“Then he’ll handle it. Maybe you should just go get dressed and I’ll try to call one of them to see what’s up.”

You were grateful he was here right now because who knows what you would have done without him. You smiled, giving him a hug.

“Thank you for staying with me. I’m sorry I’m such a mess right now.

He sighed, not being able to hold back his own smile.

“Who wouldn’t be when the person they care about is fighting another gang? I mean remember all those times I got into fights and you worried for nothing?”

You nodded.

“I know, I know. He was just already hurt and-….I get it. I’ll just wait for him to come home.”

Hoseok rubbed the top of your head, teasing you.

“Good girl. Now go shower and I’ll see if Yoongi has any food worth cooking. The dude really needs to stock up his fridge but I’m sure you’d be happy to help him with that.”

“Yup~ Since this is his place though I might have to change into his clothes…”

“I doubt he’ll mind. If anything, I think he secretly loves shit like that.”

With a smug look on your face you got up from the couch.

“Good. He should get used to it.” You commented before running off to his bathroom to take a shower.

Hoseok fiddled around the fridge trying to find something edible for you two. He wasn’t the best cook but he prided himself for being able to make basic things when he needed to which was more than you could say for yourself. As he started to pull things out he heard his phone going off somewhere in the living room so he tried to search for it. Long after he heard it ring he still couldn’t find where it was hiding out.

Frustrated he came over to the bathroom door, leaning against it.

“Hey Y/N! Where’s your phone at? I need to call my phone with it!”

You could hear him talking but to no avail were you able to understand him. So, you turn off the shower and wrap a towel over yourself, opening the door.

“What? I can’t hear you when you’re not even talking near the opening.”

Hoseok froze, not expecting you to come out like that. He has assumed you would have just changed in the bathroom and he wouldn’t be seeing you standing there dripping wet in only a towel. This really wasn’t the time for thinking about the things he was but it was bound to happen anyway.

“I-I…um…need your phone to call mine…”

You rolled you eyes. “Alright. Alright. Just make eye contact with me while you talk, please?”

As you walked over to your old pants and pull your phone out of the pocket you hear a sound from the door. When you place your phone into Hoseok’s hand you turn around, standing In the doorway to see a shocked, blood covered boyfriend of yours.  Yoongi’s eye sharpen as he steps over with heavy feet.

“What the fuck is going on?” He growled.

At first all you felt was confusion until you realized how the situation must have looked. You run over to him, afraid to put your hands on him.

“Wait a second! Hoseok was only here to keep me company because I was so frantic while you were gone!”

Yoongi moved past you, ignoring your statement. He stops in front of your friend, glaring up at him.

“I’m out there busting my ass while you’re in here having sleepovers with my girlfriend?”

Hoseok didn’t look threatened though, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms.

“A fight you started. They were just making you clean up your mess.”

Yoongi’s hand flew up and as almost a reflex you grabbed his wrist.

“Do you want a bullet to the throat? I’m on a roll right now and I don’t think you want to be #5.” Yoongi threatened.

“Stop it!” You yelled.

Both of them looked back at you in surprise. You tightened your grip on him, avoiding their gazes. You were sick of these two bickering when nothing had even happened. You were mentally tired and you didn’t need Yoongi getting into a third fight when he was already hurt.

“Look, I’m glad you’re safe but please just shut up for a second! Nothing happened! I was worried sick about you and I thought about going after you but he stopped me! He was there for me and he kept me safe. Doesn’t that matter to you? God, I promise you. Please….just trust me like I trusted you last night.”

Yoongi’s anger completely wiped off of his face. He put his other palm against the hand you used to hold his wrist and pulled you off of him softly. He brought your hand up to his cheek as he stroked it with his thumb.

“…I’m so sorry. I know I worried you..”

Hoseok grabbed his backpack as he began to pack his stuff up to leave but you turned to him.

“Oh wait. I’ll go with you. I just need to change really quick.”

Yoongi still held onto your hand when you tried to walk away. As you felt the small tug you looked back at him.

“Please stay with me a little bit longer.” He said, sounding exhausted.

The pure neediness in his voice struck a chord inside of you. You nodded.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, okay? I’ll stay here with you. Hobi you can call your phone with mine so you can find it. Just leave it on the coffee table afterwards.”

Hoseok only gave you a short look before putting your phone up to his ear in search of his phone. You pull Yoongi’s hand along to his bedroom.

“Can I borrow some of your clothes?” You asked.

He nodded, sitting down on the bed next to you. He watched as you wondered around the room trying to find the right drawer of clothes.  As soon as you opened the correct drawer you stopped, thinking of something you should have asked earlier.

“That blood…Isn’t yours, right? You’re not hurt, are you?”

He had a zoned out look to him that you couldn’t place. It’s like he wasn’t fully there when you were talking to him. He’s been through a lot the past few nights so you couldn’t help but still worry about him despite standing right behind him.

“No, babe. I’m not hurt.”

You slide the clothes on easily since he wasn’t planning on turning around as you changed. When you finished, and you came up to him he seemed a bit happier, giving a small smile as he reached for your hand. You reached for the ends of his shirt, pulling it over his head.

He gave off a little smirk. “Is this a reward for living? Because I was thinking about you too the entire time I was out there.”

“Maybe later. For now you’re filthy and covered in someone’s blood. You need a shower.”

Yoongi threw himself back on the bed.  “At least lay with me for a bit.”

“Nope. Shower, Min Yoongi or I swear I will leave with Hobi.”

And that was the fastest you had seen that boy jump up from his bed. At least you knew he really wanted you there. Maybe he did deserve a bit of a reward. You bit your lip, getting a pretty good idea.


Jughead x Reader

Jughead finds himself having no motivation to write and has trouble finding inspiration even when he changes up his surroundings. Until… 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,830

A/N: Funny thing is I came across this song by searching “Uninspired” on youtube, because that’s what I am now. Wooooo. That ‘woo’ was sarcasm btw. This song inspired something, but I’m tired of writing things that don’t mean anything. So here’s this. Don’t ask me if it means anything to me cause tbh idk.

The Song


Label you then leave you,

No they won’t stay for the fight,

It’s the closest thing to empty,

And the furthest from the light.

Jughead walks towards the ticket station in the darkness of the night. He buys a one way ticket to Toledo, hoping to never look back.

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“Have you ever thought about doing, like, a video tour of your house?”

“You think people would wanna see my house?” Dan asks as he fits the key into the lock. His front door swings open soundlessly. Inside it’s dark, with only a little bit of illumination from the kitchen to light their way as they step over the threshold. Dan still isn’t quite used to living alone. He always half expects Barry to walk around the corner, eating cereal in his underwear or otherwise doing Barry things.

“Man, I love your house!” Arin enthuses as Dan sets about flipping on light switches. “It’s got good, like- what’s the word? You know, when a place has good vibes?”

“I think you’re thinking of feng shui?” Dan preens a little. He likes his place, too. It’s definitely a reflection of who he is, so to hear Arin praise it gives him something akin to the warm and fuzzies.

He loops his arm through Arin’s, starts to lead him toward a door at the end of the hall. “I like to do my writing in here,” he explains. “It’s peaceful and stuff.”

Arin breaks away from him as soon as they enter the room, makes a beeline for the nearest stack of papers. Dan doesn’t think to stop him. He lets Arin look around while he searches for what Arin actually came to see- the beginnings of a new Starbomb song. None of them have done any formal writing for a third album but Dan was struck with inspiration. He figures Arin may be able to flesh it out, turn it into something tangible.

He’s still searching when he hears Arin gasp behind him, and then a muttered, “Whoa.”

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I’ll Always Choose You | George Weasley

Words: 831

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: George Weasley x Hufflepuff Reader

Request: Could you possibly do a George Weasley x Hufflepuff reader? 

A/N: The request was anonymous, but still thank you so much for the idea! I love the Weasley twins and it was so much fun writing about Georgie. I’ll also have to make one in the future about George in the Yule Ball! Anyways, I hope you liked it! 💖

You were sitting in the Hufflepuff common room with your nose buried inside a book when you heard faint noises in the background.

Immediately knowing who it was, you didn’t let your attention get distracted. “Don’t you ever worry if someone sees you in here?” you giggled and flipped a page.

George immediately came out of the shadows of the dark room and hopped on the coach next to you. “Hello, peaches.” He kissed your cheek and ruffled your hair a little.

“What are you doing here?” you immediately folded the page and put the book down, turning your full attention to the redhead next to you.

He simply shrugged. “I missed you.” You raised a suspicious eyebrow. “Alright, I was bored. But I sort of missed you too.” He smirked.

“I’m sure you did. Where’s Fred?”

He went on to play with your hair, twisting and admiring your locks. “Pretty sure he’s sound asleep somewhere.”

You simply hummed in response, letting out a small yawn and he couldn’t help but admire how angelic you looked, your eyelashes fluttering slowly as you struggled to fight the sleep.

Desperate to spend more time in your presence, George summoned all his courage. “I’ve been thinking-“

“Ooh, dangerous!” you whispered jokingly and he laughed.

Still, he continued with a preppy voice. “Will you do me the honor of escorting me to the Yule ball, my lady?”

You froze for a little, never in a thousand years had you expected that. Blimey, you were so close to the twins it seemed like you had known each other forever but George had always been something more. You cared for him very deeply but you’d always thought he only thought of you as a friend.

And then immediately the thought crossed your mind that this could be a joke, which of course you should have expected from someone like him, but the very thought hurt.

“Are you being serious?” you shifted a little on your seat and the hurt was evident in your voice.

“As a heart attack.” He did his best to wear a confident smirk.

And then the color drained from your face once you remembered you had already agreed to go with a boy from the seventh year from your house.

“Georgie, I…” you could see the disappointment and hurt in his eyes as his face dropped and perhaps for the first time ever, you witnessed him lose any sign of confidence.

“You know what? It’s alright, it was stupid of me to think you would actually. I’m sure you had much better prepositions.” His voice drifted off and he got up to leave in a hurry but you grabbed his arm to stop him.

As he fell back on the couch, his shock was written all over his features and you couldn’t tell if it was because of your action or the fact that someone as small and delicate as you managed to overpower his large build.

Feeling braver, you took both of his large hands in yours and moved so close that he could actually see every single detail of your face he loved so much, despite the dim lights of the room.

“Georgie, I did agree to go with Eric, but I promise I didn’t know. I’m so sorry, of course I would choose you if you had told me earlier. I am so terribly sorry.” You whispered, your gaze never leaving his.

Suddenly, his face broke into a smile again. “So if you could, you would choose me over that guy, the prefect from your house with the perfect hair?”

Seeing his reaction, you giggled and nodded vigorously. “Of course, you dunderhead! His hair is not that perfect anyway.” You shrugged your shoulders and smiled.

“And…would you choose me in any case?” the smug smirk remained on his lips and he toyed with your hair.

“In what case, Georgie?” you decided to play along, which probably unnerved him a little because he suddenly found himself at a loss of words.

“Well, I don’t know. As your boyfriend, for example?” he stumbled a little over his words and held his breath.

You did your best not to laugh at how awkward he was. The great George Weasley losing his words over a girl, it was truly sweet to say the least.

Grinning from ear to ear, you pecked his lips and took him by surprise but before he could respond, you pulled away to look at his shocked expression. “I’ll always choose you, Georgie.”

With that, you rose from your seat and moved around the couch to leave but before you did so, you left another sweet kiss on his cheek at which you could swear you heard him let out a content sigh. “Sweet dreams, my Georgie.” You whispered in his ear and made your way back to your room.

His skin still tingled where your lips had graced him and thank Merlin you couldn’t see his face for he was blushing madly. “My Georgie.”  He smiled to himself remembering your words.

(I’m sorry, but I just had to add this one. I mean look at that adorable dork! 😍)

my friends i could be overthinking this(i probably am) but i have had a Thought™ gnawing at my brain for the past few hours and i need to share it

can you believe how many references there have been to children in more episodes especially charles with jake and amy? like more so than usual? let me refresh your memory:

• the fugitive: “amy, if you and jake are thinking of trying, you are ovulating like crazy right now!”; “what a beautiful moment. and you guys, amy is ovulating as we speak!”
• moo moo: “i’m smiling at mommy and daddy”; “i’ll be back in nine months!”; “jake & amy could babysit your kids, unless they’re too busy making babies of their own”

ok so it’s only these two episodes i’ve noticed reasonably strong references but have a think about it. each time charles has mentioned the possibility of a baby to jake & amy, they haven’t necessarily said anything along the lines of “it’s not gonna happen”, they’ve just told him to shut up & leave them alone which he has. i know pretty much all of us are rooting for them to be parents at some point but there’s a heck of a lot of foreshadowing - what if it actually could happen by the end of this season? like it’s a serious possibility? BONUS: remember the april fools prank they did? telling us that amy was pregnant? yes i know it was a joke but mix that in with all these baby refs charles is throwing around and see what you think

in conclusion: amy could be pregnant very soon and we should all be mentally preparing ourselves for it a lot more bye

If you’re gonna glorify Kurt Cobain, do it because of his music and impact, not because of his death, depression, or drug use. These are NOT things that should be glorified and seen as cool. Those are serious issues that shouldn’t be romanticized.

People forget that when Kurt died, it wasn’t just the music world that lost him. He was also a husband, father, and friend to many people. Because of his drug use and depression, he struggled mentally and that’s not something that’s “cool” or “hipster”. He was an actual person with serious issues.

Just remember this next time you want to make Kurt out like a hero.

Size Isn’t Everything - 4/4

Summary: Kurt’s got a bit of a size-kink. Based on this prompt from the @prompt-a-klainefic blog.
Chapter: 4/4  Read Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here, Chapter 3 here
Words: ~4550 (this chapter)
Warnings:  I guess? PWP, Size kink,


Many thousand apologies (again) for the long delay in between chapters. Blink and weeks disappear. The final chapter should be up before the end of the week, and thanks for still reading!

forever thanks to @mshoneysucklepink for the beta!

Blaine woke the next morning with a serious case of dry-mouth and little recollection of what had happened the night before. He remembered playing the gig, and that it went well. He remembered applause and a decent sized crowd. Despite that, he knew he still didn’t want to join the band full time, no matter how many times Sam asked. (Okay good he remembered Sam asking again last night.) He remembered drinking a lot (too much), and his friends putting him into an Uber. He didn’t get sick in the car (but wasn’t so lucky once he got home).

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