anyway you better help me catch up on all that i missed omg

My 20 year old husband - [Day 9 : War of Hormones]

20 yr old Jungkook, at the top of his idol boyband career, has a secret only he & his bandmates know – An underground relationship, with you, a girl he met at a fanmeeting. Things get a little out of hand and you find out you’re pregnant.

Read: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Day 8 / Day 9

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Niall Horan Imagine - One Shot (Fluff) - Mrs. Horan

A/N: As requested by Kayleigh @nutellaxwifix, her sweetest soul has waited so long for me to post this imagine. I love you so so much and hope you enjoy it. Thank you for bearing with me all this time. Much love to all. Requests are open btw .xx

It’s moments with those closest to you and those that actually care for you who touch your heart. It was a gloomy Sunday in Dublin, Niall and I spent time equally with both our families as everyone is head over heels with our one month old bundle of joy. That’s our baby girl, Allison Rose Horan but her nickname being Ally.

It was all a rush in the moment. 10 months ago I didn’t plan on having a child not at our young age anyway. Niall was doing so well going solo, I couldn’t have been more proud of where he is today. I had always supported his decision and stuck by his side through the hard times. Of course I was hoping to get married and grow a family with Niall but in the midst of his solo career ?

I remember crying that night in my bathroom, earlier on that day I was nauseous and wasn’t my usual self. I thought I might as well take a pregnancy as it may be a possibility I’m pregnant since Niall and I did celebrate the other night…Nevermind that.

Mixed emotions had gone through me, I was both happy and heartbroken. Happy that I’m going to be a mom and heartbroken as to what would Niall and our families think ? I had confessed later that night to my parents first as I thought it would be at least 60% of weight off my shoulders. They were gladly understanding and was willing to help me out through my 9 month journey.

When I had finished talking to my parents, I went back to my room and sent Niall a text that I needed to talk to him urgently. I was in London at the time while he was LA, not the way I wanted to reveal the news to him through Skype but I was left with no other choice. He replied minutes later and Skyped me first.

“Hey babe whatsup ?” He asked as he rested his chin on his right hand. “This isn’t as I really planned- actually this wasn’t planned at all…Anyways I have something really important to tell you” I said and bit my lip. “Clearly it’s serious, you’re biting your lip so hard” he said raising his eyebrows. “Okay are you ready ?” I asked for confirmation. Oh gosh the feels. He simply shrugged his shoulders but still clearly eager to hear the big reveal. “I’m pregnant” I said.

It was quite for 5 seconds on both ends, that was until Niall started screaming and shouting “I’M GOING TO BE A DAD” I giggled at his reaction as it was what I’d hoped for. “Look Niall I know it’s not the perfect time for us to be having a family and-” he cut me off. “Princess, nothing could make me happier right now than knowing I’m going to be a father and you’re going to be the mother of my child. I love you very much and wished I was there with you to celebrate” he said and blew air kisses. “Love you too, please be back soon, we’re missing you” I said as I rubbed my belly.

“I’ll be back tomorrow on the first flight that I can catch…Anyways love I have to go on stage in a bit, I love you so so so much. Can’t wait for this baby, hoping these 9 months go by fast” he said. “I hope so too and love you more baby. Byeeee” I waved him off. I knew he was going to be a great dad whenever I see him with Theo.

10 months later here we are having the time of our life with our little Ally. Niall’s family had offered to take care of the baby tonight while the both of us had gone out for dinner. I got dressed in a black and silver sequin dressed that had stopped at mid thigh, paired with black mid heels. We walked hand in hand to the car, he closed my door and walked to the drivers seat. He sadly had not mentioned where we were having dinner and I was getting curious by the second. I have a love hate thing for surprises.

He drove high up for a perfect view of the city. There in front of the car was a beautifully set out table for 2 with candles and roses everywhere - the roses had trailed to the table - Niall made sure I was seated first then only had he sat in front of me.

“This is really beautiful Niall, you didn’t have to go all out” I said and glanced around me at the beautiful decor of twinkle lights. Just then a man with a violin had popped out of no where and had started playing. “Anything for my princess” he smiled and took my hand into his, he placed a small peck on the back of my hand.

We had a great night of listening to the violin and eating some delicious food. Once we were done, Niall was clearly in no rush of leaving and just glanced at our surrounding until finally laying his eyes on me. “I couldn’t be anymore happier today and it’s all thanks to you” he said and pointed at me. “Why are you thanking me ?” I asked confused.

“You supported me through everything. You have pushed me to do what I wanted to do. You helped me to achieve things in life. You carried our gorgeous baby for 9 months. You’ve been through a lot with me for the past 3 and a half years now. We’ve had our ups and downs but I couldn’t have asked for a better girlfriend” he said standing up and kneeling before me. OMG. ITS HAPPENING. THEIR COMES THE WATERWORKS.

I covered my hands over my mouth, I can’t believe this is actually happening. “I’m glad the fans agree with me on picking the right girl. So many yet I thought I’d never find the one girl who I can share special memories with. It took me a damn long time to find you, I wished I had known where you were earlier in my life but that doesn’t matter because this moment right here matters most. Y/N Y/LN will you marry me ?” He asked as he revealed the ring from the mini square sized boxed that was in his pocket.

“Of course yes !” I said in excitement. He slipped the ring on my ring finger. He lifted me up carrying me bridal style as his lips met mine. There went the oh so familiar sparks every time our lips meet. He loosened his grip on me and had me pinned against the passenger seat door. He gave me one last peck and helped me get into the car then quickly making his way to the drivers seat. He intertwined our fingers “I’m glad to finally call you Mrs. Horan”

Originally posted by craicthatniall

Sparks Chapter 7

Originally posted by deniz-is-a-witch

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 5.1K

Summary: Bucky and y/n go out to dinner where they discuss their boring love lives. Bucky goes out on a mission and is missing for 2 days. When he returns he goes over to y/n’s apartment because he misses her. y/n falls asleep on Bucky’s lap after 2 days of worrying. They walk the Brooklyn bridge at midnight and have deep convo’s. Bucky’s feelings for y/n continue to grow.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 66 pages. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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rosvolio high school au

They had asked her to announce the spirit day themes during half-time. At the time, Rosaline had no issues - but now, with the clock winding down in the first half and the band preparing for their set, the nerves settle in quickly.

Livia nudges her. “You’ll be fine. It’s just an announcement. You do that in the mornings all the time.”

“This is different,” says Rosaline, sitting on her hands in front of the bleachers. The away team is right in front of them, screaming as their teammate rushes forward towards the endzone. “This is in front of real people.”

Snorting, her sister shakes her head. “You knew what you were getting into when you joined student council.” Her grin widens and Rosaline groans as the teams head back to their locker rooms. The crowd cheers on its feet, celebrating the home team’s current lead. Livia leans closer. “And you’re senior class president. Come on, girl.”

“You’re not helping.” Rosaline watches the band - not as good as last year, but definitely better than her freshmen year - play their set, before her eyes catch on movement from the benches in front of her. 

She quickly recognizes the figure taking pictures of the away stands across the field. 

“Isn’t that your best friend? The other school board rep?” teases Livia, pointing. Rosaline groans. “Of course he goes to away games.”

“He doesn’t miss one,” grumbles Rosaline under her breath. Of course, she tries her best to support her school’s athletics - but he takes it to a whole new level. “I’m gonna head down so I can avoid him.”

Livia just laughs.

The nerves grow in her stomach, acidic bubbling threatening to spill from her throat. She takes in a deep breath at the bottom of the bleachers, people milling all around. Pulling out her phone, she quickly opens the note she had made - she’s just announcing spirit days, nothing fancy, but her hands still shake as she scrolls through the apps. And just before she considers asking someone else - maybe her cousin Juliet, head cheerleader and junior class president - to take her place, a shadow crosses over her. 

When Rosaline looks up, she groans, loudly.

Benvolio grins. “Is that anyway to greet a colleague?” He peers down at her phone before she can stash it away. “Making an announcement? In front of a crowd?” His surprise annoys her, so she glares, despite the setting sun in her eyes. “That’s new.”

“Don’t you have to get back to your student section? On the other side of the field?” She crosses her arms over her chest. “I’m surprised they didn’t bring baby powder this time.”

“Oh believe me,” he says, still grinning brightly. It’s annoying. “They tried. Admin shut that one down, especially after last year.”

“Serves them right, they ruined the field. Pretty sure the school had to pay some huge fines for that.”

Benvolio shrugs. “We won an intense game. It happens.” He leans against the fence, as the band winds down. Her stomach flickers. “I’m honestly more surprised there was no prank this year.”

“We agreed to a truce, remember?” Rosaline shifts her weight onto her other foot. “Or do you not trust me?”

“Oh I trust you,” says Benvolio, that smirk growing on his face again. “It’s just your classmates I don’t trust.” The announcer calls for more applause of the band. Rosaline grips her phone in her hands tighter, nodding when she’s waved forward. Before she can move forward, however, Benvolio reaches for her, hand resting on her shoulder. “You’ll be fine. Just pick one person and talk to them.”

His hand is heavy. And his body is hot, especially the late September, and she can feel her hair crackling. Her throat is dry.

And then he blinks and steps back, and a breeze washes over them. “Thanks.” She slides past him, not trusting herself to look back. 

(When she stands on stage, microphone in hand, proudly announcing their voted on spirit days, Rosaline stares at a blurry figure sitting on the rival team’s bench.)

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fic: In Tears

2k words, G rated

Scorpius is completely lost in a world where Rose doesn’t exist, Albus is forbidden from talking to him, and his mum is still dead. The only place he can go to escape is the Manor, like that’ll be any help at all. 

This is a fill-in scene, based on Draco’s line: ‘my son is in tears, and I am his father, so I’m here to ask why you would keep apart two good friends’. I honestly can’t explain why I’ve never written this before, but here it finally is! 

The final inspiration to write this came from me rediscovering this great bit of art by @captbexx.

Thanks to @abradystrix for being a wonderfully pedantic beta, and for helping me figure out That One Paragraph, all while battling dodgy internet signal. A true hero. 

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Seventeen As Band/Marching Band Members

Seungcheol: Trumpet

-He’s got the confidence *cough cough arrogance* of a trumpet player
-But also the talent and hard work to make up for it
-He would be shameless in his boastfulness and use any excuse to tell people that he made first chair
-If you genuinely compliment his playing he’ll get vry shy and be all bashful and flattered


Jeonghan: Clarinet

-He looks like he’s nice but is probably talking shit about the rest of the band
-Loyal af to those who earn it but will be neutral and non-expressive if you rub him the wrong way
-Probably joined band because his parents made him but decided to stick through it anyway.
-Is good at clarinet without trying and always gets first chair without actually practicing


Joshua: Euphonium/Mellophone

-UNDERAPPRECIATED AND FREQUENTLY FORGOTTEN
-Tries his best even when other people are slacking off
-Is generally a chill person in band class
-Is the only person who actually listens to the drum major during marching rehearsals


Junhui: Snare

-Acts nonchalant but takes percussion more seriously than he gives the impression of
-HE IS THAT GUY THAT NEVER WEARS A SHIRT DURING MARCHING REHEARSAL
-But no one complains bc dang boi you looking fine
-Causes people to miss their dot because they were distracted by his beauty or just plain shocked at his lack of clothing
-People think he’s showing off because he twirls his drumstick between his fingers really fluidly and like all of the time but in reality he does it subconsciously and didn’t notice he was doing it until Flutist!Seungkwan slapped it out of his hand one day


Jihoon: Oboe

-Refuses to do marching because he thinks it’s a waste of time and they don’t march oboe(he refuses to switch instruments)
-Takes AP Music Theory as well as band
-Jihoon: “Well at least I’m first chair”
-Jun: “You’re the only oboe in this class”
-Jihoon: “Shouldn’t you be hitting something”
-Thinks highly of his playing AS HE SHOULD because it’s the most beautiful thing
-The rumor is that after he left his audition into the band the band director had to take a break, cry, and come back to continue auditions
-Coincidentally, his next audition was Percussionist!Vernon so the band director ending up crying after that audition for the complete opposite reason


Soonyoung: Colorguard (I’M NOT EVEN SORRY)

-Is the most hype of everyone and  cannot stay still for the life of him
-Was a dancer until he say flyers for guard try outs and was like “guns? Swords? DanCING WITH FLAGS??? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP”
-Is friends with all the marching band kids and knows everyone’s name in the program
-If you don’t march and are only in band classes then you don’t count in his eyes lol (unless you’re Oboe!Jihoon because he may or may have a small {LARGE} crush on u)
-Is the person who cheers and yells encouragement after each run through
-If you are mean or negative to him or someone he loves then he may or may not “accidentally” whack you in the back of the head with a rifle or swoop your legs out from under you with a flagpole


Wonwoo: Sousaphone

-Very chill and content with chit chatting with everyone
-Is probably the only one besides GuardMember!Soonyoung and Piccolo!Seokmin who is genuinely happy to be there
-Low key has resting bitch face but as soon as you start talking to him it’s a 180 flip and he lights up completely
-Has tipped over and fallen during runs several times over the years
-Mellophone!Joshua is always the first person to run and help him up
-Clarinet!Jeonghan is always the first one to start laughing and the last one to stop laughing
-If DrumMajor!Chan happens to notice Wonwoo fall while he’s conducting, he can’t help but stop immediately and bust out laughing


Mingyu: Marimba

-Thought about marching in the battery but was like “naw, it’s heavy and I’ll get all sweaty and ugh too much physical effort” so he stuck with front percussion and is very good at it
-Wears low cut tank tops or no shirt at all when on the practice field because “I am not about to get a farmer’s tan that will never go away”
-Still gets a major sock tan and will  complain about it incessantly
-Mingyu: “But it’s so noticeable!”
-Joshua: “When you think about it, we all have terrible sock tans… Is it like our own friendship mark thing?”  
-Jeonghan: “Shut up Joshua”
-Soonyoung: “BE NICE TO HIM”


Seokmin: Piccolo

-Can’t tell if he’s playing his instrument or just screaming
-Always smiling and making stupid faces back and forth with GuardMember!Soonyoung until DrumMajor!Dino catches them and tells them to knock it off
-They stop for like ten minutes then start again
-Enjoys sneaking up on people and then playing the highest note he possibly can directly into their ear
-He did this once to Oboe!Jihoon and never ran away so fast in his life because you better bet Jihoon ran after his ass
-Jihoon may or may not have put rainbow stickers all over his piccolo as a form of retaliation
-Didn’t work though because Seokmin LOVED THE STICKERS and kept them on until the next competition where DrumMajor!Chan was like “no you cannot march with those on your instrument, it’s not uniform with everyone else”
-TO WHICH HE BOUGHT 100 PACKS OF STICKERS FOR EVERYONE ELSE
-So that they could all be uniform with rainbow stickers
-DrumMajor!Chan shot him down immediately, but let Seokmin stick stickers all over him because he felt bad that he ruined Seokmin’s fun

Minghao: Saxophone

-This sassy diva omg of course he’s a saxophone player
-Was forced into marching by his parents but stuck with it because he liked the people who marched and wanted to stay friends with them
-Is naturally really good at playing the saxophone and doesn’t have to try very hard
-Wanted to do winter guard during the off season but was too scared of what the rest of the band would think
-Was almost convinced by Percussionist!Junhui to do indoor percussion but Saxophone!Minghao took one look at the fair share and was like “NOPE”
-Always talks to Percussionist!Jun during stand by
-DrumMajor!Chan doesn’t tell him to stop because he knows he’ll just start talking again
-DrumMajor!Chan has no problems putting Percussionist! Junhui in his place tho lol boy gets told off a lot but Percussionist!Jun always has a clap back, even if it doesn’t really make sense
-Chan: “Jun, for the love of God stop talking, and put on a shirt!”
-Jun: “It’s too hot, why don’t you take off your shirt!”
-Chan: “??? No?”


Seungkwan: Flute

-Likes to gossip with Clarinet!Jeonghan but always accidentally warps information or takes it out of context so it sounds weird
-Seungkwan: “Yeah so then Jun told Chan to take of his shirt”
-Jihoon: “this is why I don’t freaking march”
-Soonyoung: “oh but you should!” *spaces out with a derp face because now he’s picturing Jihoon shirtless under the setting sun with the wind blowing his hair*
-Doesn’t take criticism well
-Chan: “Flutes, play louder next time” -Seungkwan: “Maybe you should conduct better next time”
-Chan: “I WILL COME DOWN THERE”
-Is really supportive of the new kids and tells them fun stories to cheer them up when they feel overwhelmed
-Seungkwan: “Yeah and then Wonwoo just tipped right over and everyone kept going”


Vernon: Bass Drum

-Thought that being a percussionist would make him popular with the ladies so he auditioned but had no experience playing drums before
-Didn’t think it would be very difficult, but was dead wrong
-He was so bad he made the band director cry, but the director let him join anyway because they needed more percussionists
-He actually worked really hard and got better at percussion and even decided to march
-He wasn’t experienced enough to do snare yet though (which is what he really wanted to do) but was content with being put on bass drum
-Followed the influence of Percussionist!Junhui and also never wears a shirt, but people yell at him for it instead of staring at him lol
-Asks Percussionist!Junhui to teach him how to spin a drumstick between his fingers because he thinks it looks cool
-Spent the next six hours practicing it until he got it down perfect


Chan: Drum Major

-The most responsible even though he’s the youngest
-Commands respect from everyone marching because no one likes to see Lee Chan angry like it’s just not fun for anyone because he’ll pout for days
-Tries to keep everyone on task and is generally successful in this
-Made up his own little drum major salute for right before performing and everyone agrees that he looks so cute while doing it even though he’s trying to be professional and manly
-He’s the glue that keeps everyone from falling apart, and the marching band wouldn’t be nearly as good without him

Zen x MC: Learn to Trust

This is a request from a cutie anon:
“ Hello, sweetie. Can’t you write a fanfic about Jumin/Zen have a big fight with MC?? I need more angst in my life omg ;;A;; because I live angst so so much and I love your fiction too omg they are so great that I wanna cry.. “

I chose Zen because I haven’t written anything for him yet~

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‘There she goes…again’. I mumbled in my mind when I saw MC picked up her phone again as if she was desperately waiting for someone’s call. She had been like this for a couple days now, which made me feel kind of worried. I loved her with all my heart and she had always been so supportive to me. However, that was also the reason why I was so scared. Scared of losing her. Scared of her falling out of love with me. I had never seen her on the phone as much before until a few days ago. I couldn’t help but let the seed of doubt inside me grow slowly. I couldn’t confront her… I didn’t know why but I just didn’t. The next day, and the next of next day, she still acted strangely. Always on the phone messaging someone, taking calls while I wasn’t presented, going out secretly. This couldn’t be it right? I mean…she would never cheat on me right?

That was…until one morning. I couldn’t take it anymore and my last straw broke. At first, we were only talking face to face, both were calm but at some point, MC’s stubbornness got the better of me and I raised my voice at her. I couldn’t even remember what was going on my mind. Words just kept spilling out of my mouth.

“If you’re not seeing someone behind my back, then why are you acting so strange and distant lately!? Huh? Because I was right!! And you know it!”
“Stop it Zen! I told you it was nothing like that! And I told you that you will understand everything tonight!”
“Are you gonna leave? Are you gonna introduce whoever it is to me?”
“Zen! You’re not even calm to listen to me. How am I gonna make you understand!!? More than that…how could you even doubt me?”

There was sadness in her eyes, but I was too blinded by anger to realize. Before I knew it, I was already at the peak of anger and I snapped.

“You don’t need to say anything more, MC.”

Then I took my jacket and went to work, leaving MC behind with tears on the verge of falling. The door shut close with a loud bang. That whole day, my mind was else where and I couldn’t focus on acting at all. I was scolded by the director so many times and there was scenes that had to be retaken not just once. I felt so mad and helpless. However, as time pass, night came and stars appeared in the sky, I suddenly remember the sky I saw with MC for the first time ever when she came to visit me after I got injured. Then, one by one, memories started flooding back. It made me feel love swelling up in my chest all over again, just like when I started falling for MC and wanted to protect her like a hero in shining armors. Though the anger was still lingering, I went back home to smooth things out with MC. The moment I turned on the light in the living room, the first thing I saw was the colorful decorations everywhere. Then I saw food and drinks on the table, there was also a cake in the middle with chocolate writing: “Happy Birthday my Zen the Knight <3″. Instantly, a smile found its way on my lips. However, there was something missing. I looked around and saw all the RFA members around with a super concerned look on their faces.

“H-hey guys. What’s happened?”
“U-um… We planned this surprise birthday party for you with MC and we came early as promise, but it’s been a couple hours and she was nowhere. We tried calling and message her…”
“Wait…what?”

MC planned this party with everyone as a surprise…for me? Was it why she had been acting strange and secretly? No. No no no! I shouldn’t have doubted her and snapped at her this morning. My face turned pale and I felt numb for a long moment. She was telling me the truth this whole time but I just chose to doubt her instead of listening patiently. What had I done!? I ran out of the house just as fast as how I left this morning why calling MC. I called so many times that I lost count and I started losing hope. But I decided to call one last time anyway. I stopped at an alley to catch my breath and calm myself down. I didn’t expect MC to pick up because she was rejecting every single phonecall from me. But…my heart almost stopped when I heard a beep, and her voice followed after.

“Z-Zen? *sobs*”

She was crying…because of my stupid jealousy.

“M-MC! Where are you right now? E-Everyone told me and I understand what you meant now. So please tell me where you are. I’m so sorry for getting mad at you. And I’m sorry for doubting you, even just one second…But I don’t want to lose you! Never! So ple-”
“I’m at the cafe where you took me to on our first date.”
“A-alright! Wait for me there, my love.”

I was already running when she told me the location. Now, I just hoped I could make this up to her. She was obviously crying and probably calmer than she was this morning. This whole mess happened because of me so I had to fix this. The cafe came into sight as I took a turn, that was also when MC exited the cafe and stood in front to wait for me. God, I really do love her so much. Just seeing her from afar was enough to get me crazy.

“MC!”

I yelled her name and pulled her into my strong embrace. I apologized again and again. I kissed her hair and her forehead again and again, not minding the people who were around.

“Z-Zen. That’s enough.”
“Are you getting shy? So adorable! I’ll keep doing it until you forgive me, my baby lamb.”

This time, I gave her a sudden kiss on the lips. Oh no, the beast…

“Geez~ Zen! Alright, I forgive you. But you still have to make it up to me. I’m still mad that you doubted me!”

Ohmygod that pout and puppy face! So cute!!

“I know I know. I will definitely make it up to you, okay? Now, let’s go home. Everyone is worried and probably starving by now.”

I took her small cute hand in mine and entwined our fingers. I gave it a tight squeeze as if I was scared if I let it go, she’d disappear. Today, I learned a lesson the hard way of how to trust your loved one. I should be straightforward and tell her whatever was bothering me so we could work things out instead of bottling it up and letting it spilled at one point. It would destroy our relationship if either of us wasn’t be honest. If one person loved another person, they would accept everything about them, no matter it’s theirs flaws or weakness. And I knew, that my only love was MC. I made a promise to myself that this big mistake would be the last one because I was going to trust her and love her even more strongly from now on. I gave her a gentle smile when I turned to look at her and she smiled cutely back at me and it was all it took to (almost) unleash the beast inside me.

*Muah!*

“Zen!”
“I can’t help it! You’re too cute!”

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And there ya go~ I hope you enjoyed it. Though I think there wasn’t enough angst in this right?

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Day 2

Imagine Sherlock Not Being Able To See Your Imperfections

For My Followers (I just binged the whole show and OMG)

It was a simple process really, well to you anyway.

You always put a face mask and curlers on before going to bed.

You always wake up an hour early to wash your face, bathe, shave, do your hair, apply makeup, and find the perfect outfit.

Once all that’s done you check yourself in the mirror and assure you look flawless. Every hair must be in place, your lipstick cannot be smudged, your clothes can’t be wrinkled, and your shoes can’t be scuffed.

It all has to be perfect.

It has to be perfect for him, you can’t let him see your flaws.

He is Sherlock Holmes and he sees every misstep, stain, and the tiniest of hairs stuck to your shirts.

Ever since you met him you’ve wanted to be perfect, so he would think better of you.

Even now when you’ve been romantic partners for a year you still keep your routine and never let him see you compromised.

It’s difficult of course considering you live together and your jobs can have odd hours and compromising situations but you’ve managed this long.

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“John I really don’t think going after this guy is smart,” you say into the phone as you walk down the block towards Baker Street. “You say he’s dangerous and arguably the most powerful man in the world?”

“Yes.”

“Worse than Moriarty?”

“Yes dammit he’s got information on everyone it seems. Especially Mary he has bad blackmail on her.” You hiss and bite your lip as you walk. Your heels click against the pavement and drown out the sound of quiet footsteps behind you.

“Alright we’ll take him down then. Don’t worry John, you Sherlock, and I have made it this far,” you assure and smile. Jim sighs and you imagine he’s making that adorable frustrated face he does.

“Okay (Y/N).”

“Good n-” a black cloth goes over your eyes making you yell out in surprise and slam your elbow back. Your attacker grunts and you rip the cloth away just as he pulls a gun. Your hands fly up automatically and you drop the phone.

The attacker smiles and you scowl.

“Are we really doing this on a public street?” you huff.

“Tell Sherlock this is his final warning and he better back off,” the man growls out.

“How about you tell Magnussen he better watch his back,” you fire back. The man chuckles and suddenly a loud bang rattles in your ears.

At first you feel nothing and then pain explodes in your stomach. Your eyes slowly look down to find a small spot of red forming on your shirt. When you look back up in awe the man is gone.

“Oh my gosh,” you utter and carefully press a hand to your wound. You’re too shocked to be in too much pain but your legs do give out beneath you. You weakly grab at air as you hit the ground on your back with a thud. The air rushes from your lungs as you’re left gasping on the ground.

In all your time working with Sherlock you’ve never been injured this bad before so this comes at a shock.

Somehow you’ve always managed to deal with all your injuries by yourself. You’d either path yourself up or you’d steal away to the hospital alone. Sherlock has never seen you injured and you’re not about to let that happen now.

Gritting your teeth you press a hand to the wound and press applying pressure. You have to stop the bleeding first and foremost. Using your other hand you push yourself up all while groaning in pain. Using your high heels you dig them into the ground and shove yourself back against a fence.

“This is bad,” you mutter to yourself as you tear open your shirt to see the wound. It is agony as you press into the wound with your hand. Desperately you grab your phone with your free hand to find it’s been crushed.

No way to call for help and no one on the streets in sight.

Baker Street is still more than a block away you’re not sure you can make it. But you have to try.

Tears start to spill from your eyes as you use the wall to pull yourself up. Once on your feet you lean on the wall breathing heavily. Your high heels are not helping so you kick them off and start staggering towards home.

Each step is agony so you barely make it a yard before collapsing to the ground.

Laying on the ground with your blood pooling around you, you take a deep breath and let your eyes close. Exhaustion is weighing on you and the pain is becoming numb.

You aren’t making it out of this.

“I love you Sherlock,” you whisper before the darkness closes in.

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“Miss? Miss can you hear me?”

The voice coupled with repetitive beeping brings you to consciousness.

Opening your eyes you flinch at the bright lights ten fixate on the smiling nurse beside you.

That’s when you realize you’re in a hospital, you didn’t die.

“I should be dead,” you croak.

“Aw miss don’t say that. The doctors here are very good and a friendly stranger brought you in just in time,” the nurse replies cheerily.

“I was shot point blank in the stomach,” you deadpan. “If I didn’t die there has to be some catch.” Her face falls and she bites her lip.

“I’m really sorry to tell you this but there is a problem-”

“What?” you hiss.

“You won’t be able to have children and there is a very nasty scar.”

And just like that you were no longer perfect.

Tears started pouring down your cheeks and your body started shaking.

The nurse tried to comfort you but you shoved her away.

And you were left alone to cry and mourn.

You aren’t perfect, he’ll notice, he’ll see.

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“(Y/N)?” It’s John, he’s the only one you allow to visit you in the hospital. When the nurse asked you names of people who are cleared to see you, you only said John.

“Hello,” you greet and slowly sit up wincing as you jostle your wound.

“(Y/N), I’m really happy you’re okay and it’s good to see you but Sherlock is desperate to see you,” John says. You knew this would be the first thing he’d say.

“No he cannot see me right now. John I’m a mess right now,” you reply sternly.

“(Y/N) Sherlock loves you and he’s worried sick. Please (Y/N),” John pleads and your resolve wavers. “He loves you, he doesn’t care how you look.”

“See that is where you’re wrong. He has never seen me imperfect ever. I spend hours every day making sure I always look flawless for him. Even when we sleep together I always assure I’m perfect. John I am scarred and imperfect now. I just couldn’t bare it if he said anything.”

After you’re done John looks at you with all this pity on his face and you just sob.

“I have a scar, I can’t have children. John what if he leaves me?” you whimper.

“How could you say that?” The voice makes you freeze and gape.

Sherlock is there.

He’s standing in the doorway looking sad and furious.

“How could you think that? You are still perfect, you have always been perfect. (Y/N) I love you and you will always be perfect to me,” he vows and you cover your face. And then he’s by your side holding you while you cry and petting your flat hair.

“I always thought-”

“You were wrong. (Y/N) I love you and believe it or not I have never seen a flaw in you. Not then and not now.”

Clinging to his shirt you sniffle and look up at him with wet eyes and a tear stained face.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

(Fun fact I used the Baskerville font on the title!)

queentheea  asked:

you're such a bean for doing this omg. Canon-verse with Bellamy taking care of sick Clarke?? Thank you !!!

A|N: A missing scene from season one, with motherhen!Bellamy and stubborn!Clarke. Hope you like it! x

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It goes without saying that they’ve lived through some pretty fucked up situations on earth. Acid fog. Grounders. Bellamy’s not going to get into the whole two-headed deer debacle, but it’s suffice to say that it’s out there.

But, really. The worst of it has to be when Clarke falls sick.

He’s pretty sure that it’s the last strain of the flu that has been working its way through the camp for weeks now, but it still renders her into a sniffling, feverish mess anyway. She’s barely coherent during their usual debrief sessions and he catches her attempting to bandage Monroe’s perfectly good knee instead of her scraped one. His gentle rebukes that she should probably, you know, rest, are met with skepticism and dismissiveness; with her constant, stubborn insistence being that she’s fine, Bellamy, and shouldn’t he go hover over someone else now?

(It’s unfortunate that she’s impervious to his glower, so he mostly sticks to stomping around and glaring at her from a distance.)

He holds out for as long as he can; biting his tongue whenever he’s tempted to comment on how tired she looks and sending his lackeys to help her out with her mundane tasks. It seems to be working, for the most part- and just when he finds himself relaxing, the inevitable happens.

Clarke faints.

(His first thought, surprisingly, isn’t I told you so. It does come somewhat close, though.)

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The Waffle Cottage Chronicles

IN WHICH, in a Modern AU, Sasuke successfully convinces Shingen (and by extension, Saizo and Yukimura) to take a cross-country roadtrip to the Mouse World amusement park, because he has never been and has always wanted to, and they stop at a 24 hour diner for waffles, whereupon they acquire a short order cook/waitress, you. SHENANIGANS ENSUE, with additional cameos by ALL the other Samurai as appropriate. 

 This is the fic that Refused To Be Written. I started on it like a legitimate year ago, and the device I was writing on got stolen while I was at the doc’s, and so it just stalled out, but the idea wouldn’t leave, so at some point I tried to do an outline…and it grew, and grew, and grew. And here we are. This is not a fic, this is a 5000+ word headcanon in bullet point form.  Someday I may actually write it out. That day is not today.

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ladybaelish  asked:

OMG I hope I'm not too late for the writing prompt! I really love the ones you've done so far. Could you do #9?? :D

“You better have a good reason for waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn.”  Sansa groaned into her pillow, feeling her husband’s hands roam her body.

It was dark still in their bedroom, with just the softest of light peeking from where the curtain didn’t meet the wall.  She knew it was Petyr hovering over her, a knee on either side of her thighs, because of the smell of his cologne and who else could it be?  She refused to open her eyes and acknowledge his presence, defiantly remaining on her belly.

She heard amusement in his voice as he picked at her oversized shirt, “And you ‘better have a good reason’ for this.”

Defensively she shot back, “I only sleep naked when you’re home.  And you weren’t.”

“You knew where I was.”  His palms moved under her t-shirt, sliding up her back.  He was at the Doghouse, handling some unruly patrons.  It had been at least six years since Clegane owned it, but the name alone was a beacon to the less than desirable clientele of the city.  Sansa had told Petyr to sell it, or change the name, anything to rid themselves of the burden.  Each time, Petyr would refuse, citing sentimental value.  And consequently, each time, Sansa would remind him of how bad sentiment was for business.

It was always at this point in the recurring discussion that Petyr would kiss her and tell her that paying customers were paying customers, and someone had to serve them.  Why not the Baelishes?  Besides, it was easier to keep an eye on potential upstarts this way.  And that’s where Petyr had been, reminding people who needed it, that the Doghouse belonged to the Baelishes.  Sansa would have been turned on by her husband’s show of force if she hadn’t been horribly let down by his absence.  She decided not to answer him, ignoring his advances.  As much as she could, anyway.

After a couple of minutes passed, and she was not melting into his touch, Sansa felt his hands find the waistband of her underwear.  His voice got deeper as he asked, “You never sleep with these.  Whether I’m home or not.”

Sansa refused to speak, knowing the moment she did, she’d lose all her power.  Petyr, ran his fingers under the elastic at her legs, letting his fingers touch bare ass.  When she still didn’t respond, he continued, “Someone’s disappointed.”

“Yes.”  She raised her head off the pillow.

His hand drifted under the material, away from her ass, and down between her legs.  She felt him lean over her, and kiss the back of her head.  Mint filled her nostrils as he explained, “Because tonight was the night and I missed it.”

“Yes.”  In the past, Sansa might have tried to deny it, hating that anybody could read her so well.  However, now, she would have been more angered if he hadn’t known.  The persistent fingers that grazed over her opening, slid between her folds and sought her little bundle of nerves.  She would blame it on reflex if she could, but they both knew the truth.  Sansa lifted her ass for him, letting him achieve his goal, and was thankful for the darkness to hide his smug smile.

He kept straddling her thighs, one hand massaging the top of her ass and the small of her back, while the other rubbed her nub.  She felt her big shirt slide up around her breasts with their motion, and she worked to control all of her sounds of pleasure.  She was unimpressed with him, after all.  Why give him any more than necessary?  As if he read her thoughts, he asked, “But did I miss it?”

“Yes.”  She felt his fingers paint the moisture all around her opening.  Her underwear had originally given her a sense of security, acting as a protective shield against a handsy husbands.  Though now, they were just confining, an annoying barrier covering the area in need of attention.  She rolled her eyes at herself for thinking earlier in the evening that she wouldn’t be in this exact position about now.  Her shirt rucked up more as she moved under him to bring a hand to her side, pushing her panties down.

The hand that was massaging the top of her ass, felt what she was doing and gripped the material, helping her pull it down.  His other hand left her nub, to avoid getting caught up in the material and a rogue moan escaped her at the loss of contact.  She heard a self-satisfied chuckle as he brought his hand back to her, “I didn’t miss anything, Sansa.”

“You have the app.  I showed you the sticks.”  Sansa shot back at him, willfully ignoring the rock-hard cock that had started snuggling against the crevice of her ass.  When did that happen?

His hands massaged her back, thumbs pressed to either side of her spine, as he purred down to her, “Your ass feels so good.”

The velvety flesh felt good against her too.  She took a deep breath, not willing to give in so easily, “I’m not fucking you.”

He brought his lips down, kissing her back as he pushed her shirt over her shoulders, “Yes, you are.”

“Nope.”  Even as she said it, she knew she was wrong.  Her body betrayed her, wiggling under him, looking for more friction.

Petyr rocked his hips, sliding his erection suggestively against her as he spoke into her shoulder, “Why not?”

She offered her last defense, “Because it’s a waste of time.  I’m not ovulating anymore.”

He brought one hand down between then, slipping back between her lips as he said, “All my research says that if you are trying for a boy, it’s important to catch ovulation at the tail end.”

“What?!”  Her face shot up off the pillow at that.  She craned her neck around to look at him, seeing only the side of his face and one of his arms in the morning light.  “Are we trying for a boy specifically?”

“I am.”  He grinned as he pulled back a little, taking himself in hand.

“And what’s wrong with a girl?!”  She felt him nudge her opening, and her eyes fluttered as she tried to ignore the sensation.  “I happen to think our daughter is perfect.”

He chuckled down to her, “I do too.”  The head of his dick became more insistent as he slowly slid into her, “But, I want to give you a boy.”

“Why?”  She gasped, feeling the fullness that only Petyr could give her.  She had only ever wanted a baby to be healthy, not caring about the gender.

His thrusts were slow and deep as he massaged the knots in her shoulders and back.  His voice, as smooth as silk, “Because you don’t have one yet.”

Sansa felt her hardened nipples press into the mattress and couldn’t fight the urge to pick her ass up against each deep thrust in.  She gripped the pillow above her head, losing herself in the pleasure of their intimacy as she asked, “What if it’s another girl?”

She could hear the smile in his voice, “Do you have two girls?”

She bit her lip, “No.”

He leaned forward and gave her a peck against the side of her head before he said, “Well then, I’ll still be giving you what you don’t have.”

She clenched her walls around him, approving.  His sudden uncontrolled moan made her smile into the pillow, and she squeezed him again.  His thrusts became more deliberate as he said, “I want to give you everything.”

Sansa felt her own arousal building, his breath hot on her back, as she sighed, “You make everything better.”

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Namjoon x Reader x Hoseok

Anon asked: hi!! could you write something where the boys invite you over for movie night and you sit on the couch between hoseok and namjoon sharing a blanket and they both decide to finger you during the movie, trying to make you moan? omg im sorry if this doesn’t make sense I love your work btw!

A/N: ehehe~ so its FINALLY done and honestly idk how i feel about this i wanted to make it different from all the other request fic like this and it ended up kinda long in the process sooo… but anyway I really hope my beautiful anon who requested this likes it feel free to let me know what you think!((another old fic im reposting~ I promise ill be posting something new sooon))

Genre: Mature content a.k.a~ very smuty smut smut~ you’ve been warned~

Word count: 3.7K

I was at home flipping through channels trying to find something, anything, to watch that wouldn’t put me to sleep. When my phone started to ring. I set the TV remote down and stretched trying to reach my cell which was conveniently placed out of reach on the opposite side of my couch. When I finally grabbed my phone I saw Jungkook’s name light up my screen.

“Hello?”

“Noona~” he whined out obviously wanting something.

“Yes Jungkook what’s up?”

“How come I haven’t seen you in over two months?!”

“Well I don’t know maybe the fact that we both work for a living.” I rolled my eyes at his question.

“That’s no excuse, we all miss you so we’re going to have dinner tomorrow.”

“I have a thing tomorrow I can't”

Suddenly he put the phone on speaker and I could hear all seven boys objecting and saying “Y/n you have to come please~”

I let out an annoyed sigh which seemed to make them quiet down a bit. “What time did you have in mind kook.”

Jungkook took the phone off speaker but I could still hear the other boys cheering in the background.

“8 O’clock.”

“I can’t guarantee anything but I will try to be there.”

“See ya there Noona~.”

He hung up and I let out a defeated sigh. “What a brat.” I whispered while setting my phone to the side.

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The One With The Secret

Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader

Summary: Moving back to town and trying to reconnect with your friends is difficult when Scott, your ex boyfriend, is being a dick because you left without saying goodbye. It’s even more difficult when you witness him turn into a werewolf.

A/N: probably won’t be posting for a while - that is until teen wolf returns next month and my thirst returns with it xx

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“It was totally awesome,” you grin, tossing the last of your popcorn into your mouth before throwing out the bag.

Stiles shakes his head with a frown, “You’re insane.”

“Why? Because it was a chick flick?” you roll your eyes.

“No, because Ryan Reynolds only took his shirt off once! That’s crazy. If I looked like that, I’d be naked all the time.”

“Well, you could be naked all the time if you wanted,” you shrug, giving him a once over. Stiles nudges you playfully, “Shut up.”

“So, how are things back home?”

You shrug and take a sip of your milkshake, “The usual – mum’s always working.”

“And how is Kyle?”

You scrunch your nose up, “We broke up a while ago.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he frowns as he stops walking and turns to face you.

“Because I haven’t seen you in month and I wanted to tell you the good news first.”

“What’s the good news?” he prods you curiously. You chuckles and push his hand away, “I’m moving back.”

“WHAT?!”

“Yeah, my mum’s taking a promotion in New York so I’m moving in with my brother next semester.”

“Your brother? I haven’t seen him around, I figured he’d moved out of Beacon Hills.”

“He’s doing some science stuff that I don’t understand but he’s always at the lab. But it beats moving to New York with my mum, at least I know my way around Beacon Hills.”

Stiles’ excited grin slowly fades, “Does Scott know?”

“Given that we haven’t talked in a year… no,” you shake your head, “I was going to tell him at the game tomorrow night. Last one of the season, right?”

“You’re coming?” he asks with raised brows.

“Yeah, I mean, I thought I’d come watch you play. Why? Do you think it’s a bad idea?”

“No,” he smiles, placing his hands on your shoulders, “It’s great, I’m really glad you’re moving back.”

“I just hope Scott feels the same way,” you mumble under your breath.
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Game day was always big in Beacon Hills. The bleachers were packed with supporters for both teams though Beacon Hills did have fair few more. You skim the stands for Stiles but instead spot Lydia sitting beside a dark haired girl.

“Lydia!” you wave at her. She stares at you with furrowed brows and then shoots up, waving you over.

“Omg y/n! What are you doing here?!” she squeals, throwing her arms around you as you reach her.

“I just came to watch the game,” you shrug, “I’m moving back over the break.”

“You’re not serious?!” she grins, bouncing on her heels, “Oh my god,” she gushes, shaking you slightly, “We are going to have so much fun. I’ve missed you!”

“I missed you too,” you laugh.

“This is Allison, by the way,” she nods towards the dark haired girl, “Allison, this is y/n. I’m not sure if you remember her, she moved around when you transferred here. But now she’s back!” she squeals in excitement, taking your hands in hers.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Allison smiles, “Again,” she tilts her head, “I think I do remember you. You’re Scott’s ex, right? He told me about you.”

Your face drains and you nod, finally remembering why she looked so familiar, “And you’re Scott’s current girlfriend,” you stammer.

“Actually, we broke up too. I’m dating Isaac now, you’ll probably meet him after the game,” she smiles, turning back to the field. Lydia gives you a reassuring smile but you don’t feel any better – maybe returning was a huge mistake.

After all, you had left partially because of the break up. Despite growing up together and always being best friends, dating and breaking up with Scott had changed things – and the breakup had been messy. You didn’t understand why he had dumped you or how to fix things but when you realized he had a thing for Allison, everything became too painful and confusing, so, when your mum told you she was considering taking a job that would mean moving, you jumped at the opportunity. Once you had left, Stiles eventually told you that Scott had moved onto Allison and you were glad you had moved away, but it had been a year since then – you could get past it now and go back to being friends.

Or so you hoped.

Just as you’re about to sit down, you spot Stiles walking onto the field and rush over to him.

“Hey you,” you smile, your hands deep in your pockets as a wind sweeps across the field.

“Hey,” he grins, giving you a one-arm hug, “How does it feel to be back?”

“Kind of weird,” you shrug, “I met Scott’s ex. We’re thinking of starting a club.”

“Oh,” Stiles nods.

“Why didn’t you tell me they broke up?” you frown.

“It slipped my mind,” he mumbles though you’re sure there’s more to it, “Have you talked to Scott yet?”

“No, I didn’t want to blindside him. I was going to wait until after the game.”

“A little late for that,” Stiles mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks over your shoulder. You turn to find Scott and a blonde haired boy staring at you from the bench. Scott’s jaw clenches as he stands up and walks over, the boy following behind him.

“Y/N,” he says, “What are you doing here?”

“I just, uh – I –“

“She’s moving back to Beacon Hills so I invited her to the game,” Stiles says on your behalf. Scott shoots him a look and then turns back to you, “You look… different.”

“So do you,” you try to smile, “Captain off the lacrosse team, huh? Things sure have changed around here.”

“He’s co-captain, actually,” the blonde boy says, “I’m Isaac.”

“Hey Isaac,” you mumble turning back to Scott, “Anyways, I should get back to the stands.”

Stiles walks past you and drags Isaac back towards the field but Scott doesn’t move and instead stares at you with furrowed brows.

“You’ve changed,” he says softly, “You’re less…”

“Fragile?”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “It’s fine Scott,” you smile, “I know it’s weird that I’m back but I do hope we can get past… whatever it is that’s weird between us,” you say, unsure of what it was yourself, “Good luck,” you say, quickly returning to the stands. Scott stares at the floor as he walks off and mumbles something to Stiles before jogging onto the field.

The game is painful to watch from beginning to end – not only was Scott completely off his game but right at the end of the game, he’s knocked so hard to the floor that when he lands you’re sure the sound of his arm snapping echoes across the field.

You clap your hands over your mouth as a few players crowd around him, parting only when Stiles and Isaac help carry him off the field.

You rush down the side of the bleachers, meeting them as they head towards the locker rooms, “Is he okay?!”

“I’m fine,” Scott says, keeping his eyes pinned ahead.

“I heard your arm snap,” you say, studying him. He shifts slightly so that his arm is hidden behind Stiles.

“We gotta get back to the game, there’s still a few minutes left on the clock,” Isaac says, looking over his shoulder at the field, “We’ll catch up with you in the locker rooms after the game?”

Scott nods and you stare at them wide eyed.

“Wait, you guys are leaving? His arm is broken!”

The three of them exchange glances and you’re sure you see a small smirk on Stiles’ face.

“Why don’t you walk him to the locker rooms?” Isaac suggests, dragging Stiles away before you can get another word out.

“Great friends you got,” you say sarcastically, reaching for Scott’s arm. He yanks its away, “I can walk, I’m fine. Go back to the stands.” He shifts uncomfortably wishing you’d leave so he could just snap his arm back into place.

Unaware of his abilities, you roll your eyes and pull your arm around his shoulder anyway, helping him towards the locker rooms.

Scott slumps against the lockers when you walk in, “You can go now.”

“Let me find a first aid kit – maybe there’s some ointment or something,” you mumble, searching the cupboards.

You hear a crack and quickly rush back to Scott who is standing up, stretching his arms over his head, “I’m fine,” he waves his hands in your face, “See?”

You grab his arm so he stops moving it and prod it slightly, “It was all wonky and swollen a few minutes ago.”

“Don’t think so,” Scott shrugs, looking at it himself, “You can go now.”

“I was just trying to help,” you mumble, slinging your bag back over your shoulder and heading towards the door, “You don’t have to be such a dick.”

Scott sighs and pulls you back by the arm, “Sorry,” he mumbles, “Will I see you at the after party?”

“Probably not,” you shake your head, pulling your arm out of his grasp.

He bites his lip, “Look, I’m sorry for being an asshole it’s just – you caught me off guard. I had no idea you’d be here, Stiles didn’t tell me and I just – I was surprised, okay?”

“Good surprised?”

“What do you think? You left without telling me and didn’t talk to me for a year.”

“You dumped me and then started dating Allison!”

“I was trying to keep you safe!”

You stare at him, “What?” you ask in confusion.

He shakes his head, “It’s not important. We were friends before we dated, let’s just go back to that, okay? I don’t want things to be weird once school starts again.”

“I’d like that,” you nod. Scott smiles at you, this time genuinely, watching as you leave.
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It had been a week since the after party and the game and you hadn’t seen Scott at all. Given it was term break, you weren’t surprised but you found yourself hoping you’d run into him each time you visited Stiles.

On your evening jog, you take a shortcut through the park so you can visit Stiles before heading back home but from across the park you spot a few cars outside his house. You duck behind a hedge as his front door swings open and Stiles, Scott, Lydia, Allison and Isaac all walk out in a hurry.

You feel kind of bummed out that you weren’t invited by try to work up the nerve to walk over casually, that is, until you see Scott crouch on all fours. You crane your neck trying to hear something – anything – but it was hard with the wind rustling all the trees in the park. If you stepped any closer they’d be able to see you.

Scott holds a sweater up to his face and inhales deeply before growling. He faces the park, his eyes glowing red and then bounds off in the opposite direction.

You clap a hand over your mouth.

What had you just seen?

Weird crap had always happened, growing up in beacon Hills – unexplainable things. But this? Your ex-boyfriend running off on all fours with glowing eyes, how does one explain that?

You squint, watching as Isaac follows after him while the rest of them climb into Lydia’s car and drive off.
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There’s a knock at your door and you fumble off the couch to answer it.

“Scott?” you frown, rubbing your eyes. Seconds later you remember the events of earlier on in the night, “W-what are you doing here?” you stammer, backing away from him.

“Can I come in?”

“N-no - my brothers not home,” you shake your head, holding a hand out.

“Maybe that’s a good thing, I need to talk to you about something.” He walks towards you and you press a hand against his chest, pushing him back outside.

“In the morning, okay? It’s kind of late.” You try to shut the door but his hand shoots out, pushing it open, “Are you okay?” he asks, listening to your heartbeat race.

“I’m – I’m fine Scott, I just – we can talk later.”

“Is someone in here? Are you okay?” he shoves the door open and you scatter backwards, rushing upstairs.

“Y/N?!” he yells, following behind you. You slam your bedroom door shut and he rattles the handle, “Y/N, open the door! What’s going on?!”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT SCOTT?!” you yell, scanning the room for a way out. If you jumped out the window, you’d break your neck landing on the grass.

“I – I just want to talk?! We haven’t really talked since you got back, I – I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says, his voice strained. You pause for a minute, hesitating at the door. Even if he was telling the truth, whatever he was, it looked like he could hurt you.

“W-why’d you come alone? Where’s Stiles?”

“Stiles? Why would I bring Stiles?”

You hear a thud against the door.

“Scott, stop!”

“You’re scaring me! What’s going on?” he shouts, struggling with the door.

“I SAW YOU TONIGHT AT STILES’ HOUSE! I SAW YOU TURN INTO THAT THING!” you yell. Suddenly everything falls silent.

“Y/N-“

“Please just go Scott or I’m calling the cops!” you were crying now in choked sobs, trying to decide between throwing the door open and running downstairs but the thought of hurting Scott, even with whatever he was, was still out of the question.

You slide the shutter on your window up, sticking one leg over the ledge, “Fuck,” you mumble to yourself, looking down.

Just as you’re about to get the other foot out, your door flies open and Scott rushes in, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to the floor before flipping you around and pinning you down. You scream and struggle, kicking your legs about until they’re pinned under his weight.

“Hey, hey, stop!” he pleads, finally clapping a hand over yourr mouth, “I’m not going to hurt you just let me explain.”

You heave in a breath, waiting.

“I’m a werewolf,” he says, “A good werewolf though not – I don’t hurt people.”

You stop moving and just stare at him.

A werewolf? A fucking werewolf?

“It’s why I broke up with you. I got the bite and Derek kept saying that you’d get hurt if I stayed with you.”

“Bmg younjk dangj Alm-“ you mumble against his hand. He moves it away.

“But you dated Allison,” you repeat.

“Allison and I were never meant to happen – we didn’t last very long either, it’s a long story. The truth is, even with everything that happened I never stopped wanting to be with you and now you’re back…”

“Get off,” you mumble.

“Huh?”

“Get off.”

Scott stands up and pulls you up but you quickly pull away from him, “You’re a werewolf,” the words come out clean and calm but you can feel your body shaking, “If you didn’t want to hurt me then why’d you pin me to the floor?” you ask, rubbing a bruise already forming on your arm.

“Because you would’ve died or been seriously hurt if you jumped out of your window,” he says with furrowed brows, inching slowly towards you, “I would never hurt you y/n, or anyone, werewolf or not. I didn’t ask for this to happen to me.”

“Well, at least now I know why you dumped me,” you try to laugh but it comes out all choked, “Scott, I need some time to think about all of this, I mean-“

“It’s a lot, I know but you can ask me anything. I’ll tell you everything because-“ he inhales sharply, “Because the reason I came over here is that I really want to give us another go, not just our friendship. And now that you know, it makes everything so much easier,” he smiles weakly.

“I’m not sure, Scott. I can’t even get my head around-“ you point to him.

He takes your hand in his, “This secret,” he says, “It kept us apart. I’m hoping it’s the thing that brings us back together.”

“You’re hoping that the fact you’re a werewolf brings us back together?” you scoff.

Noting your serious expression, he places a hand on your cheek, “Are you scared?”

You shake your head, “Not anymore. I have a lot of questions though.”

“If I answer all of them will you reconsider ‘us’?”

You nod, inhaling sharply.

“Then shoot,” he smiles despite looking nervous and on edge.

“You know in Twilight when Jacob changes and he turns into a wolf and his clothes just rip off – when he turns back is he just naked like do you guys just walk back home naked?”

Scott stares at you and then sighs, “T-that’s your question?” he pinches the bridge of his nose, “It’s going to be a long night.”

NCT Reaction (older members) - “They catch you using their razor to shave your legs”

Note: This has a bit of sweet & spice mix(I couldn’t miss some drops of naughtiness of course!!!), I hope you’ll like it! Thank you for the idea anon, I had fun writing this! Also I looked closely at their faces and I seriously wondered if they ever use a razor? Like they have a baby soft skin (well I came across a Kun zoomed-in pic and I saw some unshaven missed spots…it was cute and funny)…But ok, maybe they use it once in a while, just their facial hair might now grow that fast :) 


Taeil: What is this? Are you…using my razor to shave your legs?? Did you ask for permission at least?” he looks taken aback at the picture of you leaning on the sink with one leg stretched till the edge of the bathtub using his razor but his mind already starts making plans…”Can I touch them when you are finished? I miss some skin feeling…I’ll wait on the bed. Ah, and I hope you’ll forget your clothes here…It’ll be more fun for me to see if the rest looks smooth too!” His awkward yet devilish smile hints you clearly at what’s going to happen next..

With Taeil you won’t have the chance to run away because he’s eager to see how smooth your skin has become and if you won’t leave the bathroom without clothes, be ready to see him getting all mad(in a good and bad way=D)!

Hansol:

Honey can I come in…I’m in a hurry and I need to prepare for an interview…” he can’t wait any longer for you since he has to take a shower and prepare to go out, but then he opens the bathroom door just to face you shaving your legs… with his razor of course…”Wait, is that mine?Are you…” he starts stuttering “You’ve been…using that before too?

His mind has gone blank thinking how many times he used it and now you are using it on your legs…he can’t find words to describe the feeling, it’s dirty yet hot and he needs to do something about you…”What about then joining me for a shower, I’ll consider it as repaying me for lending you my stuff??!” You can’t refuse him, unless you want him to cancel his schedule and imprison you the whole day at home!

Taeyong: He enters the bathroom just to see you shaving your legs gracefully using none other than his razor…his precious razor that cost him a fortune, because it gives him a baby skin like and he’s been using just once! Just once but now you are using it on your legs?? “Honey, you better throw that down, that’s dirty!!! Can’t you buy some new ones for you??” he is starting again with his nagging, but you’ll answer him back you want to have a baby skin like his face…

I told you many times not to re-use the thing I use!!” he looks mad while he pulls back his hair and approaches you whispering “Guess I’ll have to teach you some new rules…” Then last thing you could remember was that he took his razor from you and threw it away in the trash bin, while with another hand he wiped your legs with a hot towel..carefully inspecting if you did a good job and kissing the small spots where you cut yourself…the rest is just what you imagined to happen…

Johnny: He just came home from his practice and in a need to hurry up and shower he enter the bathroom without notice just to watch you doing something he’s never seen before…at least not in you! At first he gets surprised seeing you half naked but then he spots you holding his razor …

Babe, is that…mine?? F*ck, don’t tell me…you use that on your…on your…elsewhere too??” he lets out a small curse while suddenly imagining things maybe he shouldn’t but…he makes you flutter at the sudden slap he gives you on your rear.
Sorry, that’s  because you’ve always been a bad kid. Should daddy teach you how to behave once for all and not to play with his personal things?” At least now he has someone to help him wash while he’ll keep his hands busy with exploring how good his job his razor did on your body…Body evaluation time by daddy Johnny is about to start in 3, 2,…

Yuta:

He is always open-minded and knows a lot about these things, maybe more than you, even if he is 100% manly guy. “I thought you were doing laser hair removal, what are you doing with my razor? Is that what you used all this time to look so soft? Oh my god, what am I going to do with you?” You thought he was going to get angry but instead he came with an idea…

What about me doing the rest? Like…I want to see it closer and I promise I won’t hurt you, I use this on my face and you know I never cut myself, I am a master in shaving!” Whatever he’s thinking right now, let him do it! Yuta Sensei knows how to handle this…

Kun: What the heck are you doing??” he bursts into a laughter because the whole situation looks funny..your legs full of foam and your eyes doubling their size looking at him catching you surprised. You weren’t expecting him coming home so soon…”Well I am sorry for scaring you but wait a second, you are using my razor…Omg! Don’t tell me you used it on other places because I am going to check it right now!” Because you’re unable to answer him…he’s going to step forward.

Ok, take that old shirt off and let me inspect the rest, unless you want me to tie you later in your sleep…you know what happens when I get mad? Hurry up sweetie!” Whatever you’ll do, he’ll go mad anyways and by that…you know what it means…

Doyoung: He feels embarrassed as you face him with a “What are you looking at?” mad expression and he just shuts the door because he doesn’t want to get killed, even if you are the one who should be killed right now for using his razor. But he won’t leave the things as you want and he’ll come back. “Let me help you with that, this is sharper than those special one for women (he knows the difference, wow!), you sure don’t know how to use it..” ~

This is a chance for him to grab your inner tight strongly with the excuse of holding you and doing his job…but well, his hand might be travelling a bit to up for this kind of thing and his tongue licking off those dry thirsty lips make him look like he’s not gonna last for too long…Do not get surprised if you’ll come out of the bathroom with half of one leg shaved, because he is in a hurry to give you a punishment for touching his personal belonging without asking him and you can finish shaving your legs later…

Ten: First of all facing you only wearing your underwear makes him feel hot and sweaty, but then he clearly spots his razor in your hand and he can’t leave you alone without an explanation… “Just what are you doing with that? Are you…shaving with my razor?? Do you know I use that on my face? I hate you so much…now how the heck am I gonna shave? I don’t have any razors left..

He’ll get out of the bathroom, but as soon as he’ll hear you stepping into the shower he’ll come back…to join you of course. “Ok, look babe, the deal is you need to do something for causing me this much “emotional damage”…how about you do that thing you know the best? Maybe I’ll forgive you…”  That thing you know the best, well, even he doesn’t know about it but he’s about to find it out…

Jaehyun: He sees the bathroom door cracked open and takes a glance to see why the light is still on, as he clearly remembered letting you rest on your bed and turning off all the lights not too long ago…but then he sees a very sexy picture of you wearing only your panties and doing something…he needs to see closer because he can’t decipher from this distance.
Who said you can do this nasty dirty stuff in my bathroom with my razor?? I don’t recall giving you permission…” he laughs at your startled expression but his teasing won’t stop here…

I remember letting you sleep a while ago baby…wait a second, don’t tell me, are you preparing me something??Ok…I’ll wait for you, I’ll start counting, if you won’t come out in 5 minutes I’m going to take one piece of cloth for every minute delay and of course I’m not going to forgive you for messing with my stuff!” Let the dirty game begin…

WinWin: Oh my god, what is she doing?” he murmurs to himself while he sees you in all splendor stretching your legs as you’re sitting on the toilet lid…”Ahm, ahm…excuse me darling but I think you are using something that’s mine and I would like you to buy another one for me after you finish your time making yourself beautiful…Of course, if you don’t want to waste money, you know that cost me a fortune cause I brought it from a Chinese specialized store, what about you repaying me with something else…you know…my hands are impatient…should I touch your legs first to see if it worth buying that razor?

Si Cheng knows his playful ways to get advantage of this situations and how can you resist him looking like this, waiting for something he might’ve desired for so long??

Bye Bye Brooklyn Boys (2)

Originally posted by im-remains

MASTERLIST x

Drabble series, university AU, modern day AU

Pairing: Bucky x reader, Steve x reader

Warnings: This is just so sad. Language.

Word count: 2.107

Summary: You have your very first date with Steve but conclude the evening in Bucky’s company.

Part 1: September

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Sarcasm and Sprinkles

@sixspades | AO3 - @cobrilee

Stiles loves Isaac’s bakery. His staff, not so much. So what if he likes complaining about Derek on his food blog? It means nothing.

That’s what he tells himself, anyway. He’s fooling no one (except maybe Derek).


“Welcome to Sarcasm and Sprinkles.”

Stiles glances up at the bored, disinterested voice that greets him. “Hey, way to go on that welcoming vibe. A plus job, really.”

The guy attached to the voice is anything but boring. He’s the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, with kaleidoscope eyes, the most perfectly sculpted beard to ever grace a human face, and a body that will certainly be featuring in Stiles’ fantasies for a good decade or so. Unfortunately, his thick eyebrows are raised in annoyance at Stiles’ irreverence, and Stiles heaves a mental sigh of disappointment as he imagines any potential flirtation fluttering away on puffy white wings.

He stands there awkwardly, shifting back and forth from one foot to the other while Glaring Eyebrows-well, glares. “Um, can I get some cupcakes?”

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anonymous asked:

omg sam/rhodey!!!! how would their first meeting go? part of me wants sam to be all cute and blushy and military cuz he's MEETING A COLONEL but also he charmed captain america with very little effort. maybe his squeeing is all inner monologue? or maybe rhodey comes to a random VA meeting and immediately gets a crush because sam is so charming and sweet. SO MANY POSSIBILITIES

i got this :D 

“Wilson, this is Rhodey; Rhodey, Wilson,” Tony Stark says, and suddenly some six foot tall sexy guy is shoved right in front of Sam, and they both stumble a little, bumping into each other. This is a crowded party. “You guys have things in common, right?” Stark asks. “Uh, Army stuff. Talk about that. I hate wallflowers; stop wallflowering and talk to each other.” 

“Neither of us are in the Army!” Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes calls. “You know this!” Stark waves an arm behind him, walking away. Then Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes sighs. “Sorry about him,” he says, long-suffering. He sticks out his hand. His voice is deep and he’s so tall and he says, like he isn’t just the most respected man in the US military, “James Rhodes. Nice to meet you.” 

Oh, shit. Sam snaps his gaping mouth shut. He shakes Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes’ hand. “Lieutenant Colonel, sir. It’s an honor.” 

“Oh, hey, no, you don’t have to do that,” Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes says. “Rank doesn’t count at a Stark party.” 

Sam laughs a little, rubbing the back of his neck. Is he blushing? He’s blushing. Stop blushing. “Sorry, si – shit, it’s reflex, man.” 

“Come on, I’m not even famous like these guys,” Rhodes says, but he looks pleased. “So what’re you drinking?” 

“I got no idea,” Sam admits. He looks at the glass in his hand. “Rogers kept trying to get me a glass of some top shelf brandy, so finally I said yes –” 

“Whoo, Rogers,” Rhodes whistles. “That guy – I mean, no offense –” 

“Kind of a lush? Totally,” Sam agrees. He looks back over his shoulder, following Rhodes’ gaze. Steve is laughing with his head thrown back, sitting on a couch with Thor, his hand on the guy’s thigh. Sam chuckles, shaking his head. “You know, he’s so young in some ways, it’s weird. I never expected that.” 

“So you guys are pretty close,” Rhodes says. 

“Yeah, you know,” Sam shrugs. “Good guy.” Not like he can talk about their missing persons case, no matter how handsome and stately Rhodes is. He snorts. “Kind of an asshole, though. We met because he couldn’t help but point out how slow regular people like to take their morning jogs compared to super soldiers.” 

Rhodes grins. “No kidding?” 

Sam leans close, conspiratorial. “For real.”

Rhodes laughs. He has a rich, nice laugh. Sam’s favorite thing ever is making people laugh, especially hot guys like Rhodes, and he knows the look on his face is probably stupid as fuck. He can’t help it. The last person he clicked with like this was Rogers, but like hell he’s getting involved in that mess. He loves the guy, but no. Rhodes smacks his shoulder. Sam’s just tipsy enough that he can admit he’s pretty starstruck. 

“Come with me,” Rhodes decides. “If we sneak out right now, nobody will notice. Let me get you a better drink.” 

“Oh yeah?” Sam asks. “Like what?” 

“Coors.” 

Now you’re speaking my language.” 

*

“So I looked up at him, and I said  –” 

“Oh, shit,” Sam wheezes. “You did not –” 

“I said,” and he puts on a voice: “Anthony Edward Stark, I’m gonna whoop your pasty ass into next week.”

“Oh my God,” Sam gasps. 

“And he is convinced,” Rhodes insists, “Convinced, to this day – to this day! – that he was talking to the ghost of his first nanny. Convinced. He fucking tells that story at parties and says it was his,” Rhodes waves his arms around spookily – “One experience with the paranormal.

Sam wipes a tear from his eye. “Shit, Rhodes, oh my God,” he gasps. “Oh my God, you are outta your damn mind, fuck.” 

Turns out Rhodes likes making people laugh, too. He’s grinning at Sam, kind of quietly. He finishes off his beer. The air out on the balcony is warm and summery. Sam tries not to watch his throat move while he swallows, but it’s a lost cause. Rhodes pats his knee, casual. “We better get back in,” he  says. “Someone might send a detail otherwise.” 

“Damn, already?” Sam asks, relaxed and happy. “How long we been out here, anyway?” 

Rhodes checks his watch. “It’s…only two thirty in the morning.” 

“Shit,” Sam laughs, and then they catch each other’s eyes and they’re both laughing again. “God, okay, alright,” he agrees. “Yeah, let’s get back in, you’re right. Good thing one of us here is responsible.” 

“You better be getting Cap back home too, right?” 

“Eh,” Sam says, shrugging. He gives Rhodes a hand up. Rhodes is a little taller than him, and their chests are close now. “He can take care of himself. Mostly.” 

Rhodes is making a weird face, like he’s trying to figure something out.

“What?” Sam asks. 

“I –” Rhodes sighs. “Sam, look.” They’re on first name basis now? Sam’s chest does something about that. “I don’t know any way to ask this that won’t make it –” he gestures between them, “Uncomfortable, but –” 

Sam’s eyes go wide. “Oh, man. Oh, Rhodes. No. No no no no no.” 

“No? Wait, no-no, or…no, no?” 

“No-no,” Sam clarifies. “Are you kidding me? He’s a great guy, he’s a good friend, but –” 

Rhodes puts his hand over his face, chuckling. 

“Couldn’t pay me,” Sam continues, having fun with it now. “Wouldn’t do it for a million dollars. No. Nope. No. He’s hung up on someone, anyway. A couple someones. Hell no, man.” 

“Good,” Rhodes says. Then his eyes go wide. “I mean, you know, good that you – good that you two are friends, right, he seems like a pretty cool, uh –” 

“Rhodes,” Sam laughs. 

“I’m gonna give you my number now,” Rhodes says to him, in that calm, commanding, warm tone that Sam is probably gonna fall head over heels for in about two weeks flat. “But it’s on one condition.” 

God, anything. Wait, don’t say that out loud. “Shoot,” Sam replies. Keep it chill, Wilson. 

“My name is James,” he says. His eyes are so kind up close. All Sam’s ever wanted – somebody with kind brown eyes. “So please call me James.” 

“James,” Sam replies. “Alright, James.” 

“Alright,” James replies, and then Sam mumbles, “God, fuck it,” and tilts his head up, and kisses him on the mouth. 

The First Date: Aftermath

Soooooo I thought I’d try my hand at a little fanfiction writing. This is a first attempt so….yeah. Some of the dialogue at the beginning is directly from the date quest so Pixelberry gets credit for that! Anyway I hope you enjoy it! Could maybe be more than a one-shot but we’ll see :)

Warnings: Some language
Around 1,200 words.


Alex walked into Hunt’s Monday lecture not quite sure what to expect, as amazing as the date was, nearly being caught by Jenni brought the reality of her and Hunt’s relationship to the foreground. The risks were real, and after all the time she spent trying to persuade Hunt that they were worth it the tables had turned. Hunt was very convincing in his “I’m in this, I’m all in” speech –plus that kiss, damn that kiss,— but over the last couple days Alex had spent too much time going over every possible scenario in her head and they all, for the most part, ended in flames. She sat next to Addison who shot her a mischievous grin, “Ready for today?”

Feigning ignorance Alex replied, “What about today?”

Addison rolled her eyes. “Oh come on! It’s the first class since the big night! Don’t act like you haven’t been thinking about h—”

“Addison!” Alex whispered dangerously

“–im the whole weekend, I know I would be,” she finished with a dreamlike expression on her face.

Alex gave her a look. “Seriously, Addi you nearly gave me a heart attack. We can’t talk about that here.” Scanning the students around her Alex concluded that everyone was too wrapped up in their own drama to even notice the exchange. This relationship was really going to test her nerves.

Just then, Hunt walked into the class and cleared his throat. As the class began to settle he looked up at Alex and gave her a quiet smile before beginning his lecture. Her heart gave a flutter and she couldn’t help but smile back. Relaxing a little, Alex directed her attention towards Bianca and Jenni who had just sat in front of them loudly discussing what sounded like a fascinating conversation on the best tactics for stalking someone on social media. Hunt glared up at them. “What? It’s not like we missed anything,” Bianca snapped.

Addison raised her eyebrows at Alex and mouthed “wow”. While Bianca generally had a bad attitude, she was usually respectful towards Hunt; Alex was surprised by her brash response. Maybe Daddy reduced her credit card limit she thought smirking. Hunt wasted no time putting Bianca in her place; he looked down at the paper in his hand, a little smile pulled at his lips, a look that Alex knew meant he was about to verbally devastate someone.

“Well, perhaps not today, Ms. Stone, but clearly you missed some of the main points of recent lectures.”

As he handed Bianca back her paper Alex saw the ‘C’ emblazoned on top; she loved the way he could do that.

“A 'C’!? Do you even know who I am?” Bianca demanded.

“Believe me I’m well aware” Hunt responded, unimpressed.

Alex was reveling in the fact that her Hunt just shot down one of her least favourite people when she saw Bianca glance at Jenni, a triumphant grin spreading across her face. Oh shit.

“Well, Professor, I hope you’ll take a moment to reconsider. I may not have understood every part of your lecture, but I do know a very interesting tidbit about you and a certain someone dancing on Catalina Island.”

Alex’s stomach dropped and Addison shot her a panicked look.

“I saw you and her on Saturday night when I was at my uncle’s wedding!” Jenni added.

The class erupted in excited whispers. Alex’s mind was racing. She was trying to catch Hunt’s eye but he was staring furiously at Bianca and Jenni.

“I don’t know what Jenni thinks she saw, but I would advise you to reconsider your attitude right now, Miss Stone. The faculty does not look kindly on students who attempt to blackmail their teachers. You’re far better off studying than spreading silly rumours.”

Alex thought he must’ve lost his mind trying to call her bluff; she looked nervously at Bianca who surprisingly backed down. The matter settled, Hunt continued handing back papers. Once he was turned away from Bianca and Jenni, they started whispering; Alex leaned in to catch what they were saying.

“OMG, I can’t believe Hunt burned us like that. Not. Cool,” Jenni whined.

“Ugh, whatever. He’ll wish he’d changed my grade once we’re through with him. All we have to do is show everyone proof,” Bianca said confidently.

Alex was glad she could count on Hunt to be calm and collected, ever the professional, she thought smiling; but at the same time she hated that she had no idea what he was thinking. Was he actually worried? What did this mean for them? What was their next move? Alex had a million questions racing through her mind and before she knew it everyone was standing up. “Uh, Alex?” Addison said cautiously. “Time to go. Class is over and we’re meeting Ethan for lunch, like now.”

Brought back to reality she looked for Hunt. He was discussing the likelihood of him granting Jake an extension on their latest project and judging by the way his brow was furrowed the chances were not good. “Go ahead Addi, I…um…need to…”

“I figured.” She smiled encouragingly. “I’ll cover for you with Ethan”.

“Did I ever tell you how awesome you are for going along with all this insanity?” Alex said gratefully.

“You could mention it a little more often…” Addison pouted jokingly.

“Well, you are. I owe you a drink…although after this I might need more than one.” Alex saw that Jake had left. She suspected he’d received a brutal tongue lashing on time management and the reality of Hollywood’s deadlines.

“Good luck!” Addison squeezed her arm and left.

A few students were still milling about as she approached Hunt.

“I’m sorry, Jake but having a concert to go to isn’t enough to warrant a—oh”, his face softened. “How can I help you, Alex?”

“Um…Professor I was wondering if I could talk to you about…"—she paused fabricating a reason—"my grade on the most recent assignment.” Real original, Alex.

“Of course. Do you have a free period now? If you wouldn’t mind discussing it in my office I believe there’s another class starting here any minute.”

“That would be fine. Thank-you, Professor.”

The minute Hunt closed his office door Alex started, “Holy shit, wha—"and then she felt his lips, gentle but with purpose, against hers . Alex melted into it for a second before pulling away. Flustered, she tried to remember why they were there in the first place. "As wonderful as that was, not to mention bringing a significant number of fantasies regarding this office to life, I think we have some more important issues to address.”

Hunt raised his eyebrow. “Fantasies? Please, do tell.”

Alex rolled her eyes. “Another time. We need to discuss what happened in class.”

Hunt sighed. “I know we do, but, I wanted to remind you why we’re doing this in the first place before…well…before you tried to end it.”

Even though that’s exactly what she had been considering Alex was taken aback. “And what makes you think I’d try to end it?”

Hunt locked eyes with her. “Honestly, I’d be disappointed if you weren’t. It’s the logical choice. We both knew that there’d be risk involved with us. Having our fatal flaw exposed so early in our relationship is probably a giant, neon sign telling us to stop while we still can; while it’s still conjecture and rumour; while all Bianca and Jenni have what is most likely a blurred photo. It’s safer…” She felt a knot in her stomach as he said this. It was all trueIf they ended this now, they could both get out of it unscathed. “But,” Hunt stepped closer, his face inches from hers, “in spite of all that, I hope you’ll stay.”


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Save Me - Part 2

Chapter 4


It took me a few more times reading Jared’s email before it completely sunk in. In one very short week, we would be together again. It’s something I desperately wanted but deep down, it also brought a bit of deep seeded fears to the surface.

Would things between us still be the same as they were when we left Chicago?

I tried not to dwell on what was going to happen beyond what needed to still get done while I was here. On any other trip to anywhere else, if I had to stretch my trip longer is was never a problem. This time was obviously different. I absolutely HAD to be on that flight into Kristiansand.

Emma had contacted my assistant, Kelly, to plan this trip without my even knowing about it. Of course, as soon as she got some resistance Jared began emailing Kelly. True to his nature, Jared didn’t take ‘No’ for an answer and apparently smoothed things over then handed the finalizing of details back to Emma. I ended up getting his email before hers with the subject 'OMG - Is this THE Jared Leto???’

I’m not sure Jared realized that I never told Kelly exactly why and with whom I was staying in Chicago for. I only told her I needed to stay and really gave no further explanation. She knew I was there with my nieces and knew all about the meet and greet as well as the concert but after he contacted her directly, it wasn’t hard now to connect all the dots.

My response to her was as straightforward as I could possibly get. Yes, it is THE Jared Leto we’re talking about and under no circumstance is this allowed to be discussed in any way, shape or form. Jared was part of my private life and I had no plans on letting that become gossip. At least not if I could help it. Fortunately for me, as my assistant part of her job is dealing with personal and confidential information on a regular basis therefore she has a strict confidentiality agreement she signed upon her employment. It probably wasn’t necessary to mention that but I did anyway.

After I emailed Kelly, I emailed Jared.

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From Vivian Abbott

To… Jared Leto

CC…

Subject You are amazing…

Sir -

You completely shocked me, I can’t believe you did all this. I am beyond happy with my surprise… YES!! I would love to meet you in Norway!! Thank you for such an amazing gift!!!!!

Can’t wait to see you… I miss you too!

Xo - Vivie

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A short time later, Emma emailed me. I give the woman props. I think Jared is a handful to work for and she definitely has it down pat.


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From Emma Ludbrook

To… Vivian Abbott

CC…

Subject Jared’s Surprise

Hey Vivie!

First, I want to apologize. I told Jared it probably wasn’t a good idea to try to organize this trip without talking to you first but…. You know Jared. He absolutely would not take no for an answer.

It seems like it all worked out and Kelly was great, just so you know. I totally understood why she wasn’t willing to cooperate without talking to you, it would be the same if the roles were reversed.

Anyway, I’m glad things worked out. Looking forward to catching up with you.

I’ve attached your itinerary and have also sent copies to both Kelly and Jared. If you have any questions, let me know!!

Emma

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Opening up the attachment, I quickly looked over the itinerary. Jared really thought of everything. Or rather he told Emma what he wanted and she made it all happen. She set up my flight out of Kisangani then my connecting flights. She also arranged for a car to be there to pick me up at the airport. If all goes as planned and flights were on time, I would probably make it in time for their show in Arendal.

For the next week, I worked hard to get everything I needed to do, wrapped up. In the past, if I needed to spend an extra few days wherever I was, it wasn’t a big deal. This time, it was. I absolutely HAD to get everything done.

At this point, I’d work 24/7 if I needed to in order to be ready to leave on time. Jared and I talked via email at least a few times everyday but conversations were short. I was in total work mode and I knew he of all people would understand that. Obviously, he wasn’t fond of it though.

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From Jared Leto

To… Vivian Abbott

CC…

Subject I want to see you


Can you Skype tonight? I want to talk to you.

-J
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That got my attention. He needed to talk to me…this sounded serious and I felt an instant ache in the pit of my stomach. Every single worst case scenario I could possibly come up with filtered through my mind. Scrambling, I immediately emailed him back.

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From Vivian Abbott

To… Jared Leto

CC…

Subject I want to see you


This sounds serious… Is everything okay?!

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I hit send and did my best not to panic. I left my email up hoping he would email me back right away. Maybe he was having second thoughts about me coming out to see him. Maybe his feelings have just changed. Everything seemed fine though. Whatever the reason for him wanting to talk, I couldn’t help but be worried that maybe absence didn’t make the heart grow stronger…

It had been just about an hour and I had truly worked myself up into a panic. I was just about to head back to my room and finish my work there when I finally, FINALLY heard to familiar ding of an incoming email.

I wanted to open it right on the spot but then thought better of it. If it was something bad, it would definitely be better to be in private. My steps picked up and I moved a little faster.

As soon as I made it into my room and shut the door, I tossed my things on the counter. Sitting down on the bed I grabbed my computer and opened the email from Jared.

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From Jared Leto

To… Vivian Abbott

CC…

Subject I want to see you

My god, baby girl, when will you ever learn? Why is it you always go immediately to the negative? I will break you of that habit one of these days.

Nothing is wrong, baby. I just wanted to go over the schedule with you and talk about what we’re doing. I would rather see you and talk that email back and forth if we can.

Skype me when you can. I’ll be waiting.

Sir

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Relief washed over me as I read the email again. Well, relief and an overwhelming feeling of being stupid as well. I probably drive him crazy, hell, I drive myself crazy. Seriously though, who wouldn’t have worried just slightly when someone says they 'want to talk to you’?!

Never in my life has anyone made me feel as secure as Jared does, yet there’s still real insecurity there too. I can’t seem to get away from the fear that I finally found someone I really, really could see myself with forever and that it could be taken away from me just as quickly as I found it.

There I go…right back to the negative again. Why can I not just dwell on the fact that he wants to see me? That he misses me?

Obviously overthinking and getting into my own head too much are habits of mine that I need to really work on breaking.

anonymous asked:

15, 29, 40, 45, and 54 with wonwoo please~!!^^

Yeah so it turns out AUs are my new priorities bc I can be at school drafting them bc damn are they fun! Mixing this with a highschool!au and the grade system is based of SKs, so 11th grade is ages 16-17 (so I believe)

15. Confession

29. Video Games

40. Badboy!AU

45.  “Who cares what they think? You’re beautiful.”

54. “I’m NOT jealous.”


  • So Wonwoo
  • First of all he doesn’t really like tattoos but piercings
  • He had plenty
  • Like hip
  • Snakebites on his neck
  • Lip, nose, and so many in his ear
  • The lot
  • He loves them
  • Plans in getting his eyebrow done pls do it
  • His face is so cold and intimidating that people don’t really go near him
  • So he doesn’t make friends all that easily
  • That’s also because he feels immediately whether someone deserves his trust
  • Anyway his coldness
  • He’s put in your math class one day and he does not want to talk
  • He’s top of the class for like everything
  • Even though he never studies and had his headphones on all lesson
  • He just does not give a shit
  • At first the teachers would complain, but with his well known start and overall intimidation (and somehow perfect grades) they gave up
  • He never really bothers with class and so never shows up to a lot of them
  • Of course you knew his name, everyone did, whether he wanted them to or not, However you’d never actually seen him properly before
  • 11th grade and you’re put next to each other in math, like I mentioned
  • He turns up to the first class, which surprises you
  • He doesn’t speak to you
  • He barely even spares you a glance
  • You aren’t gonna stay like that all year
  • You tap his arm and you’re all ‘hi.’
  • He looks at his arm before he looks at you like ‘did you just touch me?’
  • He gives you a nod in acknowledgement but then turns his music up so you don’t keep trying to talk to him 
  • Rude
  • He looks at your confused face with a smirk
  • But that soon fades bc dammit you just keep staring at him
  • To which he’s both irritated and intrigued like usually people don’t even go near him and if they do they don’t talk or anything.
  • He takes your book which you’re taking notes in and scribbles a small note in the back with a facial expression that makes it seem like it’s the most laborious thing…
  • It’s pretty straightforward
  • ‘I’m not here to make friends so don’t waste whatever time you have.’
  • Of course you choose to leave him alone for that lesson
  • But that isn’t the end you’re determined not to give up 
  • He doesn’t scare you somehow
  • Like usually he scares everyone
  • The next day he shows up again but only to the math class bc he’s interested in your intentions and how far you think of going with trying to make him warm up to you
  • ‘Hey.’
  • You’re talking softly
  • Like he’s a small puppy or something
  • He looks down at you and like that stare is soul piercing I swear
  • ‘Hi…’
  • His voice is quiet and so
  • Fucking
  • DEEP
  • Like how is he not already a full blown adult you cannot comprehend
  • But anyway
  • As if he wasn’t sexy enough
  • Did I actually just say that well did I lie
  • Hot af damn son (the simplest of edits still manages to kill meeeee I died making it)
  • Anyways you’re shocked bc wow he spoke to you
  • You try not to show it
  • But fail
  • It makes him laugh a little
  • And that small smile is pretty rare but wow is it beautiful
  • There’s something about you that he doesn’t understand - you just make him feel a lot less bad
  • You get confused with the problems in the class whilst he already knows all this stuff
  • So you’re trying to ask him for help but nope his headphones are back on and he’s ignoring you
  • You decide to try his tactic from yesterday and tear a page from your notebook to see if he’ll respond to a note
  • ‘I’m really confused - just please help me with this one?’
  • He raises an eyebrow when you slide the note towards him but with only one sigh he goes along with it and takes out his rather chewed pen
  • ‘You’ve already got it down tho. Just carry the one.’
  • He was about to pass it back when he thought better of it and added something
  • ‘Don’t play stupid bc that isn’t cute’
  • ‘Oh, the 1! Thanks, Wonwoo (that is your name, isn’t it?’
  • The teacher sees you both and is all ‘Oh Miss Y/L/N? Passing notes are we?’
  • He looks ready to come get it but Wonwoo quickly shoves it into his book and gives the teacher that glare of his 
  • The teacher soon turns back to the class bc omg is Wonwoo threatening
  • All the unspoken words are visible in his eyes
  • Like he doesn’t want you to get into trouble and he doesn’t even know why like all he knows about you is your name
  • He stands up to leave despite there being half an hour left
  • Before he leaves he whispers in your ear
  • ‘Yeah, I’m Wonwoo. I’ll see you later.’
  • Then he’s out the door but like you catch him looking at you a little longer through the window in the door
  • You could swear he winked before walking away
  • His backpack is over one shoulder, his headphones are on, he’s in all black and his black v-neck mean most piercings are showing and they’re only accentuated
  • He looks so good
  • And badass too
  • After class you go to find him to thank him and find him quickly on the street outside with a beer in hand just staring into space with his music loud
  • He looks genuinely happy (through the cold, emotionless face that is)
  • So you feel like you shouldn’t disturb him
  • Bu he notices you and this time actually takes the headphones off
  • ‘Um, hi.’
  • You sit next to him and he doesn’t protest like he just waits for you to speak.
  • His attention is all on you
  • ‘Thanks for covering for me in there.’
  • ‘That? Oh it was nothing. Do you want some?’
  • He offers you the can and you are shocked bc you’re now already closer to him than like 97% of people in the school
  • You don’t drink and have never drank before but you do have a reluctant sip bc suddenly you remember
  • You’re trying to get close to him
  • You don’t even hide your shock at the strange taste
  • ‘Is this your first drink?’
  • You only nod, still reeling from the taste
  • ‘Honored.’
  • He keeps offering you bits of the drink as you spend all your hour long lunch sat out in the mild, cloudy weather with him
  • He is still pretty quiet and cold but he wants to know more about you, so he only prompts you with questions and lets you do most of the talking
  • You tell him a lot and he learns a lot, about the basics like your birthday and favorite color and stuff and then the deeper stuff like your family and your aspirations
  • And he isn’t rude like sometimes when people try to talk to him he puts his headphones back on bc he’s uninterested
  • But no, he seems genuinely interested in what you have to say
  • He really appreciates the way you don’t try to push him to talk more or ask him any questions in case he doesn’t want to
  • Like you’re thinking of his comfort, which he really likes
  • You bring up thinking of a hip piercing and he shows you his
  • ‘Like this?’
  • ‘Yes! But, wow, I doubt I could rock it like you could.’
  • You don’t even know where that came from but he seems flattered and you feel like you’re starting to succeed as you and Wonwoo bond
  • ‘Nah, you’d look great with one. No- greater. You’re already pretty great’
  • He just complimented you and he doesn’t even bat an eyelid like he’s indifferent to complimenting you
  • ‘Thanks… I have another class in a few minutes so… thanks again. Maybe sometime we could hang out? I feel like I’m finally getting somewhere.’
  • ‘How about now?’
  • He grabs your wrist lightly to stop you walking back into school
  • ‘What?’
  • ‘Let’s ditch. This place is so fucking boring, and I have better plans.’
  • ‘More beer?’
  • ‘You like it, don’t you?’ 
  • He’s smirking again and you could hit him he’s so beautiful
  • But you wouldn’t dare actually hit him no that would be insane
  • He leads you to an alley right near the school
  • Where his freaking motorcycle is parked
  • You weren’t expecting it but now that you think about it he seems the type
  • Your arms settle around his waist and he’s indifferent to it but you’re trying not to get flustered
  • Even through the thick leather jacket he wears you can see how defined his muscles are all over his back
  • And now you’re wondering about the other side
  • And all you want is to see him shirtless
  • Never mind you’re really flustered now you aren’t trying to contain it
  • Your head rests on his back a lil and he’s like ‘kay’
  • He doesn’t really react
  • So you think
  • Bc you can’t see his face
  • But his smile is wider than it has EVER been right now
  • Around 20 minutes later you’re in an alleyway with a sic pack of cheap ass beer Wonwoo got on the way
  • A reeeeally tall guy (but then again they’re both pretty tall) joins you and he’s smoking
  • Turns out Wonwoo doesn’t like to smoke bc which you like
  • ‘Who’s the girl?’
  • ‘Y/N. I dunno why but there’s something about her-’
  • ‘Wait, you like her?’
  • ‘Why the fuck would she be here if I didn’t?’
  • Well he’s very blunt and honest but that works out in your favor bc hey you know how he feels
  • ‘This is my bro Mingyu. Or just… Gyu’
  • ‘Or Tallgyu’
  • ‘Wow, creative.’
  • Mingyu seems to loooove the nickname
  • You hang out with them all afternoon and this time you learn some basic stuff about Wonwoo
  • He and Mingyu have been friends since they were like 9
  • Cute
  • You trade numbers with them and all of a sudden you feel this rebellious streak
  • Like you’re becoming one of them
  • He’s really starting to care about you but doesn’t really show it much
  • Like you’re drinking more spirits and heavy stuff but he’s being slightly controlling like lowkey making sure you don’t get drunk or drink too much bc then you could hurt yourself or do smth stupid
  • He doesn’t want that
  • He likes your innocence
  • And the way he gets to ruin you 
  • The next day you both don’t show up at school at all
  • You and Wonwoo just go on a random motorbike ride with no specific destination in mind
  • You end up in a random park laying next to each other on the grass watching the sunset as you’ve been out all day and talking about both your lives and random nothings
  • You find out that his dad died from cancer (the reason he doesn’t smoke), he has one brother who’s in jail for murder and a very alcoholic mother
  • He doesn’t want your pity
  • ‘Don’t even begin to feel sorry for me. I don’t need you to.’
  • At some point you lay in silence and enjoy the cool evening breeze and his hand is suddenly over yours and you’re just going with it whilst your heart goes mad
  • ‘I haven’t opened up to someone this much, like, ever. And so early too… I don’t know how you did it.’
  • ‘Neither do I. But I’m glad I did.’
  • At around 10PM you arrive at his place and he’s like ‘stay the night’
  • His mum got violent so he lives alone, in a small studio apartment he can barely afford
  • You both sit in front of his kinda small TV and play first person shooters until about 1AM, talking, eating random shit and having stupid competitions
  • And you’re surprisingly good at them.’
  • ‘Oppa?’
  • He doesn’t respond but his face shows that he’s listening
  • And that he feels really good when you call him oppa
  • You decide to stick to that
  • ‘Why do you seem so interested in me?’
  • ‘Well -  OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE WHY DID HE DO THAT AGAIN?! THE FUCKING CAMPER I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GONNA - Wait I’m sorry what?’
  • ‘Why do you seem so interested in me? Like, me specifically? I mean, there are so many other girls in our year-’
  • ‘All of whom are boring as fuuuuck!’
  • ‘They’re all prettier and sexier than me-’
  • ‘Bullshit’
  • ‘What?’
  • I mean, looks aren’t that important to me but having a body and a face like that is a huge bonus, Y/N.’
  • When he says ‘like that’ He gestures to you
  • Which confuses you
  • ‘Like that? What do you mean?’
  • ‘I mean, look at you! You’re so fucking fiiiine!’
  • Emphasis on ‘fine’ from him
  • ‘That isn’t what the others at school seem to think - hey hey cover me cover me.’
  • ‘Seriously?’
  • ‘Wonwoo you fucking noob you’re shit at this - cover me I’m worth more’
  • ‘You did not just say that’
  • ‘Oh didn’t I?’
  • ‘One condition’
  • ‘Hurry up!’
  • ‘Keep calling me ‘oppa’. I like it.’
  • That isn’t even a compromise so immediate agreement
  • ‘Anyway, who cares what they think? You’re really beautiful.’
  • He seems genuinely caring as he’s blown up for, like the 6th time that hour
  • He’s just too distracted by you cheeseball
  • ‘Y/N?’
  • ‘Yeah?’
  • ‘It’s only been a few days, but-’
  • His phone goes off at that moment ugh what a bother
  • It’s Mingyu ruining the moment you had
  • Which he points out with a bunch of frowning emojis
  • ‘I’m sick of this game. You choose another and I’ll run out to get more drinks.’
  • ‘Ok. What were you saying before?’
  • ‘Oh… nothing.’
  • He isn’t the badass Wonwoo you’ve become accustomed to like he still looks badass and his language is still laced with curses but he seems to really care
  • And Wonwoo doesn’t care about a whole lot
  • Like, 20 mins after he leaves you get a text from Mingyu
  • You’re worried af but don’t have any method of transportation
  • So you run all the way there
  • What a workout
  • You find an enraged Wonwoo screaming curses at a barely conscious man who’s slumped against the wall with a bloody head
  • Mingyu is nowhere to be seen
  • ‘SAY THAT AGAIN, I DARE YOU! YOU LAY ONE FINGER ON HER AND I SWEAR TO GOD YOU DON’T GET TO FUCKING LIVE!!’
  • He’s bright red and honestly this is the angriest you’ve seen him bc usually he’s chill even when someone wants to start a fight or something
  • ‘Wonwoo, stop! What’s going on?!’
  • He turns to look at you and his glare is actually killer
  • ‘Y/N! What are you doing here?’
  • ‘Mingyu told me to come!’
  • ‘Oh, of course he did.’
  • ‘What did that guy do?’
  • ‘That guy is in the year above us and he used you as a threat to me.’
  • ‘Me? What did he say?’
  • Looking at you and how calm you’re managing to stay is calming him down
  • ‘He threatened to steal my girlfriend if I didn’t give him the motorcycle. I mean, the nerve!’
  • ‘He only said ‘your girlfriend?’
  • ‘Yeah.’
  • ‘How did you know he meant me?’
  • ‘I mean… Just because I-’
  • ‘Wonwoo were you… jealous? That was quite protective and-’
  • ‘Y/N, I wasn’t- I am NOT jealous!’
  • ‘Yes you we-’
  • His lips crash against yours and cut you off but you don’t care bc you’ve been waiting for him to do this
  • You’re pinned against the wall by his body, his hands either side of your head. Your hands cup his cheeks
  • There are so many emotions
  • Like he kisses roughly but there’s also passion and love and you can tell from the way his mouth moves against yours and the way his tongue dances with yours that he is nowhere near inexperienced
  • There’s so much growing heat and tension and then you both realise how much you want - no need - each other
  • ‘Y/N, I really like you. I know it hasn’t been long but I feel different around you and I just-’
  • ‘Oppa, I love you.’
  • You’re both really close, lips inches apart and every word is whispered onto the others’ lips.
  • ‘L-love?’
  • ‘You don’t have to say it back, just come here’
  • There are so many heated kisses
  • Making out in an alleyway with a practically unconscious man at the other end
  • Classy
  • You’re both growing needier, but you’re in public
  • That doesn’t stop him though his lips and hands are everywhere they can be and you’re not doing anything to stop him as he leaves marks on your skin
  • ‘Wonwoo… we’re in public’
  • ‘I know. Thrilling isn’t it?’
  • His words are murmured into your skin and you’re just getting needier
  • And let’s be honest
  • You’re waaaaay too lustful and far gone to refuse

Did I get too carried away this was not a drabble XD I loved writing it though so hope you liked!!

-Admin Belle