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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.

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soulmate! Jun (pt.2)


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recap: where your soulmate’s first words are tattooed on your arm (part one)

  • Jun likes to tease you
  • ever since that rainy night when you finally met him
  • finally met your soulmate
  • and everything suddenly fell in place and made sense
  • he just refuses
  • to give you back that extra umbrella you gave to him as you spoke the words tattooed on his arm
  • as often you’re over at the dance studio hanging out with him
  • or even the occasional times you’re at the dorm just chilling
  • he never brings up your umbrella, or when he might return it
  • and that’s fine, you don’t really need it
  • but he said he’d return it eventually and he hid it for now, which was just driving you crazy
  • “Jun, this is like the fifth time y/n, has checked the living room for the umbrella.” Minghao says laughing as you turn red and stop your rummaging through the couch cushions
  • “It’s not that I refuse to give it back- … actually no that's exactly what it is” Jun says from the kitchen shooting you a wink
  • turning even more pink you say
  • “Wen Junhui, what is your deal with not giving me back my umbrella!?!?”
  • “It just reminds me of you and how lucky I got that night for having lost rock, paper, scissors.” he says shrugging
  • which shuts you right up as you stare down at your feet, blushing again
  • “I’m still here guys, I didn’t need to throw-up my dinner.” Minghao says rolling his eyes
  • walking out of the kitchen Jun says
  • “Jealous?” as he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him
  • leaving the both of you a giggling mess and blushing like fools
  • Mingyu comes out of the bathroom armed with a broom to shoo you and Jun out of the dorm so you can stop infesting the place with the “love bugs”
  • as Mingyu calls the two of you
  • granted, you and Jun have been a couple for a while
  • he was the first of Svt to meet his soulmate
  • and wasted no time making it clear to everyone in Seventeen that you two were together
  • you both were the couple that everyone would have assumed had been dating forever
  • you might as well have been called that “old married couple”
  • with your random tickle fights when everyone was trying to enjoy their movie
  • “Really?!?!? Do the two of you have to do that now?”
  • “Keep your hands to yourself, guys we get it, you’re dating.”
  • “Making skin ship 24/7 is NOT NECESSARY.”
  • going shopping together not only for clothes but for random crap for your apartment or his dorm room
  • like that vase of fake orchids that now sits on top of your night stand
  • or this striped dress shirt you called him cute in
  • you also get asked a lot of relationship questions
  • since you’ve been dating the longest and you've been around for when all the others found their soulmates
  • “Do you know where I can get a stuffed animal bunny, y/n?” Joshua asks
  • “What place has the best flowers?” Vernon asks you
  • “I want to do something special, what’s a good date idea?”
  • which low key triggers Jun 
  • “Ok, if any of them come to you for advice with how to deal with their soulmates, tell them to get lost because you’re too busy spending time with me and they need to get their own experience.” Jun says playfully with a pout while sitting next to you on the floor against the practice room’s mirrors
  • “They really shouldn’t ask me, I probably don’t know any better.” you say with a laugh
  • “Good, once they realize you’re bad at giving relationship advice, they’ll leave you alone that way I can spend more time with the most beautiful person in the whole universe.” he said cutely giving a small nod of his head
  • “Yah! My advice is solid!” you say playfully smacking his arm
  • “Is it really?” he says jokingly earning another smack on the arm from you
  • dates generally end up him ordering coffee from your café
  • and the two of you walking around taking pictures
  • you often have Jun model for you
  • even though you can’t post or use any pictures of him
  • there was something about the way he held himself when posing in front of the camera
  • that you just had to capture it in all its glory
  • Jun himself is art 
  • he always convinces you to pose a few times too while he takes pictures
  • of course the selca master
  • the two of you take a lot of selcas together, you have a whole folder on your phone dedicated to selcas with him, and you’re each other’s home screens
  • “Sorry I can’t use you for my lock screen, but the other members would  tease us forever, and I’d rather preserve your sanity.”
  • lately though, all of Svt are really busy with their upcoming concerts and activities
  • and so you just low key try to stay out of their way
  • you’ll be working at the cafe across the street from their studio and catch yourself staring up at the window where you know they’re probably rehearsing
  • and perfect timing
  • Jun texts a simple “I miss you”
  • which nearly makes you spill the Americano you were making to smile down at your phone
  • before your manager asks what you’re smiling at, is making coffee funny all of a sudden?
  • and not seeing Jun everyday was a bit sad
  • you haven’t been feeling all that well either, though you’re not sure if it’s the stress of making coffee or trying to maintain your grades
  • since Jun is often busy rehearsing, you both stay up late face-timing
  • him telling you cute little stories about the members
  • and you telling him about your day
  • even if the both of you are exhausted
  • you don’t mind staying up to talk even if the both of you sometimes fall asleep on the phone
  • you especially like the story of how they burst into the locked bathroom to wish him a happy birthday
  • but for a college photography major
  • you need your sleep
  • and the late night call sessions weren’t helping your health
  • which is probably how you ended up in bed
  • with a horrible cold
  • and your brain pounding against your skull
  • “I welcome death” you groan taking another painkiller before flopping back onto your sofa bed in front of the TV
  • since money is tight and you like sleeping in the living room anyway
  • your bed is the sofa bed that folds outward
  • you fall asleep watching a drama and wake up to 267 messages
  • “Yah! Y/n! Your manager told me you took the day off? Are you sick?” Jun’s contact picture and messages are the ones that stand out the most amongst others
  • “Noona, are you ok? Jun-hyung is freaking out.”
  • “Yah, y/n pick up so Jun can stop annoying us all with his worrying.”
  • “I’m really sorry if we’re being annoying but please come collect your boyfriend.”
  • the struggles of being a soulmate to one of the members of svt?
  • all 13 of them will get your phone number, and rip if you don’t have a good data plan 
  • you can’t help but smile a bit to yourself as you scroll through all your notifications
  • when an incoming call from Jun lights up your cell
  • you reeeeeeeaally don’t want him to worry, so you start panicking and debating whether to answer
  • he needs to focus on rehearsing and avoid worrying about you
  • but you pick up anyway
  • and hearing his voice was enough to stop the incessant headache thank the lord
  • “Jun?” curse you and your dead sounding voice, you regret answering and omg he’s going to panic so much and
  • “How’d you get here Jun you have rehearsals?!?”
  • “Your manager said you were sick and so naturally I went to buy you soup, rehearsals ended like ten minutes ago.”
  • “Aw babe, that’s nice but HOW DID YOU GET MY ADDRESS?!??”
  • he chuckles into the phone
  • “I didn’t even ask your manager for it, he says he’s seen me before and asked why I wasn't  home taking care of you and why I don’t know your address yet even though we’re married.”
  • “HE WHAT?”
  • “He thought we were married.” you can hear Jun dying from laughter
  • “Remind me not to murder my manager, cuz then I wouldn’t get paid.”
  • “I mean, I’m ok with him thinking that we’re married.”
  • “Yah! Wen Junhui!”
  • “It’s cold hurry open the door!”
  • you drag yourself up with the five blankets wrapped around your shoulders not caring they drag on the floor to open the door
  • when you open the door, he stands there thinking you’re just the cutest thing ever with your nose red and so many blankets wrapped around you
  • he’s about to hug you
  • “STOP”
  • “What why?” he says giving you the cutest little frowny face
  • “I don’t want you to get sick too!”
  • “I don’t care let me take care of you.” he pouts cutely, knowing if he acts cute enough he might just get through to you
  • not toooodaaaaaay
  • “Wen Junhui we all know you’ll cry and blame me for weeks if you so much as sneeze once.” you tease him trying to laugh before you sneeze into your elbow
  • “Ok, yes that might be true, but I went out to buy soup so I have the right to stay.”
  • he looks at you standing barefoot by the door with several blankets wrapped around you, some of it dragging on the floor
  • holding up the soup, he gives you a cheeky wink
  • “The soup’s hot but I’m hotter.”
  • you groan, rolling your eyes, but smiling as you playfully throw a pillow at his face
  • “Hey that’s violence!”
  • it misses, Jun’s dodge could only be described as elegant
  • “Hey if I spill soup on the carpet, you have to clean it up not me.”
  • “How is this supposed to make me feel better?” you tease him, sneezing again and settling back down on the sofa bed with your mountain of blankets
  • “No, clearly I came here to annoy you.” he chuckles
  • you watch as he looks around your kitchen for a bowl
  • he pours out the soup and sets the steaming bowl at the dinner table
  • and before you can protest
  • he picks you up into his arms and carries you over to the table
  • then he sits down across from you with a smirk on his face noticing the gentle blush creeping up your face
  • “I know I’ve been busy lately, so I wanted to do something for you. And aren’t boyfriends supposed to take care of their other half when they’re sick?” he says hiding his shy smile behind his hand
  • you sit there, your heart racing from his words
  • “Hurry and eat! I’m not leaving until you finish.”
  • what a liar
  • he didn’t leave your side at all that night
  • insisting on carrying you back to bed and snuggling up against you despite your protests he might get sick
  • you both fell asleep like that
  • you wrapped around his arms, blankets piled around the two of you
  • until his phone blasts a loud alarm in the morning
  • Jun jumps up, almost falling off the sofa bed and you look at the time, before realizing
  • his phone starts buzzing and when he answers the call you can hear people screaming even though Jun’s phone isn’t on speakers
  • “You’re not as in innocent as we thought hyung!!!”
  • “I’ll fight you boy, if you did anything to y/n, Junhui.”
  • “WE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING.” Jun yells back into the phone while trying not to laugh
  • you throw another pillow at him
  • “I’LL BE BACK IN A BIT!” Jun yells before hanging up and immediately throwing his phone onto the sofa bed
  • “Ok so on the bright side, doesn’t look like they’re angry at you, but on the not so bright side I’M DEAD.”
  • “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t feel too sick anymore.”
  • Jun laughs and grabs your arm dragging you into a hug
  • “You can’t escape, you have to come explain things to them for me so I can walk around with my head intact pleeeeeeease????”
  • he wraps you up in his sweatshirt before the two of you head out to go back to the studio
  • walking into the studio, the both of you grip each other’s hands tightly anticipating the worst
  • “What if they actually kill me, y/n, I’ve got a lot of things to say to you though.” Jun says eyes wide and alert
  • “So do I Jun, but let’s discuss this if we do make it out alive.”
  • you both walk in to the practice room to twelve boys staring into your souls
  • RIP
  • an hour of screaming later
  • though honestly it was mostly them laughing and yelling and poking Jun every once in a while
  • they let the two of you leave, satisfied with their interrogation
  • “Jun-hyung, be good while we’re gone”
  • “No anything 19+ in the practice room, we need it for rehearsals.”
  • “Y/n is precious and innocent, if he tries anything, y/n, just give us a call.”
  • “Oh my god just get out!” Jun says flustered and shooing them away
  • ever since that incident
  • Jun and you never tell Svt when the two of you are going on a date
  • “You sure you can’t change your number, I’m ok with them not contacting you” Jun says over ramen at the convenience store on the corner looking dead serious
  • you stir your ramen and laugh
  • “No unfortunately, some of their soulmates know where I work, I’d never be able to escape.”
  • “Aish, them convincing their soulmates to work on the side of evil.”
  • “They’re all really sweet and pretty though, some of us hang out as friends now because of all of you, should we form an idol group too?”
  • “When would you guys debut?” he laughs
  • “I was joking, all of us can only take so much Svt craziness you know.”
  • “You love us though.”
  • “True”
  • “And they’re pretty, but you’re the prettiest.”
  • “Omo stop Junhui, you’ll actually make me laugh.”
  • “Last night, I had to convince Minghao not to tell them I was getting dinner with you because he caught me sneaking out, and now I have to do his laundry for a week.”
  • “Thanks for your noble sacrifice.”
  • “I know right, the things I do for you”
  • the two of you should be aspiring food critics
  • you’ve both been to almost every Chinese restaurant in Seoul
  • just because you know he likes spicy food
  • and try everything
  • him occasionally just staring at you
  • until you shove more food on his plate to get him to stop
  • you of course taking pictures of the food to post on SNS
  • yes, you’re that person at restaurants
  • standing on chairs to get a good shot
  • with Jun standing behind you, arms ready to catch you if you lose balance
  • and as the both of you walk back to the studio after a dinner date
  • it starts raining
  • and you’re silently cursing yourself for not checking the weather forecast when leaving your apartment earlier
  • but Jun magically pulls out the umbrella you gave him the night you met him and opens it above the both of you
  • “Oh my god, see, you knew exactly where it was and yet never gave it back.”
  • “Mian, I had to hold onto it.”
  • “Why?”
  • “It felt like a dream, meeting you. I had to make sure it wasn’t a dream, so I kept it as physical proof.”
  • you stop walking and face him as he stops too, still holding the umbrella above the both of you
  • “That’s hecka cheesy.” you say grinning
  • “Yea well, I’m naturally cheesy.”
  • “No, you’re cute and sweet and romantic.”
  • “Nah, you’re cute.”
  • you both stand staring at each other a little longer, near the dance studio
  • “Well, I’ll give it back tonight.”
  • “Why? Don’t need it anymore?”
  • “Nope, because now I know it wasn’t a dream. And every time I need proof, I’ll just look for you.”
  • and he lifts your chin up and kisses you softly, the sound of rain pattering around you
  • it’s not cold though, no, the warm feeling from the gentle kiss is enough to keep the cold rainy night’s cold away from the both of you
  • you don’t recall how long the both of you stay like that
  • but when you finally pull away
  • he gives you a cute smile while tilting his head
  • and gives you a wink
  • shocked the two of you turn around to see Svt staring at the two of you from the front doors of the studio
  • “Children, it’s 10 o'clock, way past curfew.”
  • “Mingyu, you owe me ten bucks, I told you he’d kiss her first.”
  • “Man, I really thought she would be the one to do it.”
  • “Shi- run!”
  • and you laugh as Jun and you chase the scattering svt members out into the rain
  • all thoughts of getting soaked or catching a cold lost in your moment of happiness

Originally posted by king-kisu

The Seventeen Soulmate AU Series:

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||


Wrong Number Series Part 19

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! YOU GUYS DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH I’VE WORKED ON THIS OMG!!!!! OKOK FIRST, I would like to give a huuuge thanks to my friend Ambar and also Bambi for proof reading because of my impeccable grammar wow you guys are dah best in the west!!!! 

I really hope you guys enjoy this story!!! Word of advice IF YOU HAVEN’T READ WNS SINCE THE BEGINNING THEN I SUGGEST YOU START THERE! ALSO DON’T SKIP AHEAD!!! I reference part 16 and this is a continuation from where story 3 left off! Thank you guys for sticking with me for a whole year and for those that are new I hope we can have many great times together! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY AND HAPPY READING!!! ^^^^^^^^^^

Word Count: 6442

Scenario: A member (to be revealed) texts you thinking it another member - Suggested

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anonymous asked:

Ok so, can I has meh a HC of how the boys would react to their female crush having a three legged mutt named Chicken? She just found the dog rummaging through trash in an alley way so she took him in and instantly fell in love. Now Chicken is super protective of her.

I totally went off track but that happens all the time but,,,here u go! Pidges one is rlly short and idk I just couldn’t think of what else to put


•have you ever wondered what hunk looks like when he’s crying? happy tears?
•ok so basically you guys met at school and he would take u places every once in a while
•and after a bit of going to his (I hc him as having 2 mamas) moms café, you said
•"hey! you’ve never been to my place! Wanna come over?“
•he’s like yeah sure why not
•he’s crying because he’s going to his crush’s house
•so you’re waiting up or him, jus chilling and he knocks on the door
•you open it and your dog is like oh my gosh!!! someone’s here!!!! boof!
•let the struggle….ensue
•you have to use your knee to hold your dog back so he doesn’t jump all over Hunk
•Hunk literally comes in, shuts the door behind him, and just GASPS
•and he’s standing there and his excitement is boiling over the top and his lid is about to POP
•and you just grin in embarrassment and scratch the back of your head, thinking, wow maybe he’s scared or allergic and I never asked
•he goes “hiiiiii!!!” And puts his arms out and your dog runs through your legs and just flops into his arms and he’s literally crying
•but,,,Chicken,,, doesn’t know how your relationship is with Hunk
•currently Chicken is just excited to see someone new because he’s always been very kind and welcoming to others
•so after you explain to Hunk how you found him and such, he immediately fell in love with Chicken and fell in love with you even more
•so you guys go on the couch and he goes to put his arm around you while you’re watching a movie
•and Hunk just hears growling and he gulps and turns and oh what do u kno
•your 3-legged, Pitbull-Rottweiler, 10 month old puppy is baring his huge teeth and growling
•ur not close with people like you are with Hunk so yr pretty surprised, and you pat hunks lap and the dog just gleefully goes over and lays across you two
•Hunk PISSED himself I kid u not
•he excused himself and texted Lance and Pidge
•they laughed
•when Hunk goes missing, you were at his mothers café, when they broke the news to you and you ended up breaking down into tears and just crying while his mothers comforted you and offered for you to stay with them for a while. Maybe until Hunk came home or when you felt better


•alright, here’s the thing, your dog is GIGANTIC
•despite your puppy being quite young, their growth rate is crazy
•you only know one part of your dogs mix unfortunately, but it sure does explain why they’re so large
•a giant, 3 pawed Bernese Mountain Dog, mixed with something unknown
•the dog at this point is taller than you while on back legs
•you’re taking Chicken for a walk, getting him used to the whole,,, 3 legs thing.
•you aren’t dating Lance at the time but you weren’t expecting to see him. a happy surprise.
•you let your dog run around the park for a while, doing some homework on a picnic bench
•"y/n? is that my favorite person ever!?“ And he runs over and sits beside you
•he’s helping you with homework when he feels a light tug at his pant leg
•and he’s like,,,haha *wink* you’re so crazy Y/n. In public? hmm I guess
•and you’re like ????wat
•you grab your dogs collar and you’re like omg let go stop it
•your dog does and ho boi he is mortified
•you also like Lance, so now you think, oh wow. he hates me now
•and he says, after some silence and heavy breathing
•"man, I love your dog”
•he’s a sucker for big dogs and the fact your PUPPY is gigantic and soft and only has 3 paws? just even better
•you tell him the story of how you found him, 4 months old, abandoned and eating raw chicken that was no doubt moldy, in a dark and unsanitary alleyway in New York (you were visiting friends)
•he fell in love, with the dog and you
•ended up asking you on a date while kissing your dogs face and you said YES
•when he went missing, you saw it on the news. and immediately grabbed your dog and ran to his house
•knocked on the door and one of his siblings answered, very obviously visible that they were just crying. and this is where YOUR, the reader, tears come in
•Lance never shut up about you and told his entire family about you and they could easily recognize you because he’s so detailed about your features . Even told them about the dog
•they immediately dragged you in and hugged you and you ended up spending a lot of time with them while they also fell in love with u, and Chicken.


•totally a dog man
•like, he’s had many pets, mostly dogs of course and he loves them
•your dog: a labrador-husky mix. bright blue eyes and golden fur. 8 years old
•3 legs, a white prosthetic
•you found him on the side of the road, he was abandoned at the age of 5
•anyway, to begin
•Shiro goes up to you in the library after a couple friends finally convince him to
•and he’s like, hey, since yr my partner for the project and all, where should we meet?
•and you’re like, hm, how about my place?
•OKGKKF he nods a bit too excitedly but you exchange numbers and you text him the address
•"the doors unlocked so you can just come right in” you text him
•he goes aight,,,,, and he walks in and leaves his rained on sneakers at the door
•and you’re in the kitchen making some grilled cheese w ham
•and your tossin Ham at your dog, who’s jumping up to catch it
•he chuckles because your standing there in pajamas and tossing your dog Ham like you’re scoring 3-pointers in basketball
•and your dog just stood and books it over to Shiro and when you turn and your dog isn’t there you’re like ???? WHATDH
•you look over the island and there’s your dog standing his ground against Shiro and Shiro’s like uh…hehheh
•"omg chicken get over here" chicken goes back to normal and prances over to your
•"little shit I swear to god"
•Shiro’s like, I never thought I’d be scared of a dog before
•you smile and go hug him and just hear more growling from over the counter and he’s like ohnyktidjd
•you end up going to put the dog in your room because he’s not allowed in the living room and Shiro offers to just watch movies in your room while you guys work on the project
•"I don’t wanna have him feel left out cos of me, yknow?“
•"yeah you’re right”
•you all fell asleep together no lie and if anyone was around they honestly thought it was the cutest thing (shiro drools and has lil light snores and he just looks adorable)
•when he went missing, you were heartbroken and didn’t know who his family was because you never got to visit them
•you ended up visiting Pidge because you became friends with Matt as well
•you hugged Pidge and always took her out to but things and you also helped her sneak into the garrison
•when he came back for like,a day, you were in Keith’s shack when they all got there because you wanted to know if he could get in contact with Pidge for you because you were sick from school
•Shiro came in and when he woke up you were sitting beside him on the floor, head against his shoulder and your dog was on his thighs


•American Bulldog puppy mix, that HE actually gave to you
•he was setting up posters around the garrison because his neighbors dog was pregnant
•you were one of 3 people to approach him, after like a month of it being up
•he’s always liked you and he just like, sndjjsjsk, I can give it to you today
•and he does, you walk with him to said neighbors and you take home the puppy
•this was freshman year so the puppy is 1 year old now
•and after you guys became decently close, he asked you to tutor him in Spanish
•because compared to him your grades were a bit better and he refused to ask Lance because Lance wouldn’t even say yes?
•but he ends up going to your house and knocking because he didn’t get the chance to ask at school, and you just let him in like it’s normal and you don’t even think it’s weird
•and he comes in and as soon as he sits down here comes your dog, now 3 legged and slaps into Keith’s face
•and he’s like WHAT
•one, he forgot you had the dog
•two, since when did the dog have 3 legs
•turns out, one night the dog escaped and you couldn’t find him for hours
•the dog ended up getting hurt and you had no choice but to take him to the vet, where they also had no choice but to remove his log
•the dogs name was Wudley, but since the incident you tend to call him Chicken as his nickname
•Keith hears about it nd is like, “I’m surprised you kept him, lots of people usually put disabled dogs up for adoption”
•"I’d never do that. If it means he has a higher chance of getting put down then that’s just purposely putting him in a slaughter house"
•Keith hugs you and his heart swells because you’re so sweet and kind and wow he likes you more than he thought
•he hears Wudley growing and nip at his elbow and he just chuckles and plays with him and let’s just say he came over more often to “study Spanish”
•by “study Spanish” I mean “play with Wudley for like,,,4 hours straight all the while getting to know you”
•when he went missing you knew damn well that this classified info was aliens and ended up living in his shack and doing research while you’re dog stayed with u


•this one is a lot different
•yr dog is half beagle half terrier
•Pidge was walking their dog, and you were walking yours
•you shout “omg! Hi Pidge!”
•yes this is during the garrison, you were the same age but you went to a different school. you visited the garrison as a sort of field trip with your class and that’s how you two met
•"hi Y/n! Is this your dog?“
•your dog stops and just stares and you guys are literally 10 feet apart and you’re like ????
•you didn’t notice Pidges dog yet bcos u also have a crush on Pidge and were currently paying more attention to them
•Chicken goes full speed at Pidges dog, and they end up fooling around
•the two of you end up talking for at least an hour, while sitting on a bench
•you play games on your phones and ask each other questions to get to know each other even better than before
•next thing you know you both here growling and each dog is growling at one of you. Pidges dog at you, Chicken at Pidge
•you panic and apologize and pick up your dog and Pidge says “oh no it’s okay my dog usually doesn’t do this either so I should apologize”
•you guys literally apologize to each other for 4 minutes before you just laugh
•when Pidge goes missing you end up visiting their mother, sometimes watching their dog as well and doing chores while Mrs.Holt recovers
•she lost her whole family, man

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”

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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.)

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

-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
-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”
-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”
-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

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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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…”

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.


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.


“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?


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.


“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?”


“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.


“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.


“(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.


“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


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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Moonshot - Chapter 5

Hey! So this has been a very busy week for me but I hope you like the new update! I have been writing like crazy this two days and I think you will enjoy it.

Anyways, any type of feedback/comment is welcome!

summary: Phil had a feeling that this Friday was going to be different.

That didn’t mean he was ready to meet his favourite baseball player, Daniel Howell, while he was cleaning the windows of a building.

or the au in which Phil is a shy window cleaner and Dan is a famous baseball player. This is their story.

words: 3.1k

trigger warnings: panic attacks

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Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4

Chapter 5: Texts And Cafés

Two weeks. They had been texting each other for two full weeks non stop and Dan had never felt so attached to any person this way. Not even his team mates or even his own family.

Phil was such an easy person to talk to. He didn’t know why, but both could talk for hours and not get tired of it. Maybe because he had never had this kind of strange connection and compatibility with someone before.

Even when Phil texted some random animal fact at 3pm on a Thursday or sent him a weird internet meme that he had seen on Twitter, Dan couldn’t be happier. Even his team mates had noticed he was feeling more cheerful, and by the few hints he had told them, they could guess it had to do something with a crush.

A smile creeped into his face as he recalled the first time he had heard Phil’s northen voice through the speaker. It had totally been an accident, as Phil explained later in their call, but somehow he had managed to dial Dan by sitting unintentionally on his phone, a fact that keep them both laughing for almost twenty minutes.

He didn’t waste time complimenting Phil’s accent after their laughs died down just to hear a light chuckle from the other line that, even though Dan couldn’t see, he was sure Phil had blushed and smiled shyly at the same time.

How he missed that smile and those eyes… Just having conversations with the blue eyed wasn’t enough for Dan. He wanted to talk to him face-to-face, stare at his expressions as he told him childhood stories he had been wanting to hear.

He needed to see Phil. And soon.

But what if Phil didn’t want to meet him in person because of his fame? Maybe he was scared of the media or even Dan… What if he dissapointed Phil or bothered him by his presence?

“Howell! Stop daydreaming! It’s your turn now!” His coach’s voice startled him from his thoughts, looking apologetically at him and walking embarrassedly to the field.

Dan tried to concentrate, but thoughts of Phil kept coming at the same speed of the balls that were being thrown at him. He tried to get all the battings and throws right, but it was not working. He was missing almost every single one and coach kept shouting at him, which was not helping at all on his effort to be focused. He could feel his team mates gaze on him, as if they were judging him for not being professional enough.

His breath started to quicken, short and shaky puffs of air were making his body tremble badly. Dan could feel it, his throat was closing and wanted to scream for help but no sound was coming out… Was he having a panic attack ? He hadn’t had one in years and it was happening to him now in the middle of practice? It was a nightmare. He wanted to get out of here as fast, but his feet nor legs were responding.

His baseball bat fell down on the sandy area, hitting his toes in the process but he couldn’t even feel the pain. “No, no, no, c'mon, calm down” he whispered to himself in a quivering voice, but it did nothing. Also, hearing the murmurs of his team mates wasn’t helping either…

Suddenly a voice was softly calling him. Dan recognized it, even though it wasn’t really clear he knew it belonged to Eric, who was in front of him, holding him by the shoulders, “Hey, Dan, I’ll take you to the lockers, okay?”

Dan just nodded and tried to focus on what Eric was telling coach, but his gaze and ears were not cooperating, making him hear and see all blurry.

He could feel Eric’s hand on his bicep, dragging him out of the field, reaching the locker room and sitting him down on one of the benches, handing him a paper bag he had somehow found around there so Dan could even his breathing that was already coming down to normal.

“Better?” Eric asked him once he had managed to calm down, sitting down on the same bench but keeping a safe distance between both.

“Yeah… ” Dan coughed a bit, sipping a bit of water from a bottle his team mate handed him, instantly feeling the coolness down his throat, feeling a bit better, “thank you for taking me here, I… I… I don’t know what happened, really. But, thank you.”

They both knew it was a lie, but Dan didn’t have enough energy to explain. He wanted to go home and curl up on his sheets for at least three days…

“Don’t worry, I understand.” Eric stood up, offereing him a small smile with sympathy before walking to his locker and picking up his things, “c'mon, I told coach I would take you home for today, you are in no state to continue. You need time to relax, not think much”

Dan slowly moved his head up and down even though Eric couldn’t see him, but also stood up to pick up his things.

Eric was right, he just needed to relax and not think. Could he do that?


Once Dan reached his flat he dove himself on his wide bed, face first on the pillows and slowly drifted off to sleep, trying to regain the energy he had consumed.

He woke up a few hours later, disoriented, rolling around a few times on his sheets before getting out of bed and having a quick shower, changing into his comfy pyjamas and grabbing something to eat, feeling a bit better already.

Dan walked back to his bedroom, picking up his phone from his discarded bag at the feet of his bed and lying back on his duvet, staring at the ceiling for a few minutes distractedly, just staring at nothing.

Only the vibration of his phone shook him from his blank thoughts, a text notification from Phil coming in, a small smile already showing on his face.

He lifted his phone up so he could read the text, putting the gadget in a risky place since it could fall on his face anytime, but Dan quickly forgot about that fact, opening the long conversation thread he already had formed with Phil.

‘Did you know that a koala pregnancy only lasts 35 days and when the joey is born it’s blind, hairless and is about 2 cm long?’

That silly fact about the cuddly marsupials was enough for Dan to have a grin on his face. Phil was for sure the only person who knew so many random facts.

'wow. Now I wonder what a hairless koala looks like’ Dan answered, already knowing that Phil had gone on a quick quest to Google Images to show him.

'It’s so weird, omg. It looks cute, but weird anyway.’ was Phil’s next text, a photo of a small koala folded in some blankets but no hair around.

Dan chuckled, it was strange for sure. Follwing the topic of pictures, it had been a while since Phil had sent him fluffy puppy pictures, he could have some sweet dog pics after the day he had had.

'I miss your dog pictures :(’ Dan typed, but before he could send it he felt a sneeze coming through and before he could stop it, his phone had slipped from his hand and landed on his face, hitting his nose hard, not being able to catch it on time.

“Ouch! It hurts!” Dan said loudly, gently touching his nose with his fingers and checking it hadn’t been that bad. It wasn’t bleeding so it was a good sign.

Dan put some pillows against his headboard and sat straight, not risking anymore having his phone up by his face. By the way, where was his phone?

He spotted it screen down by his left, picking it up and re-reading what he had sent, expecting to find a dog photo as a response.

“No. No, no, no,” Dan repeated, lifting his messy curls from his forehead as a nervous gesture, “this cannot be happening.”

In the middle of all the sneezing he had manage to erase half of his message when the phone slipped from his hands, and instead of a 'I miss your dog pictures :(’ he had managed to send a contextless 'I miss you’.

Dan couldn’t believe it. He was going to scare Phil for sure… Even though he really missed him he hadn’t planned to send him this kind of message anytime soon!

He was going to type another text, explaining what had really happened when a new message from Phil popped up.

'I miss you too. It has been a while since we have seen each other’

'What!? He missed him too!?’ Dan jumped at the message, seriously freaking out. He didn’t expect that text from Phil, not at all. He couldn’t have guessed in a million years that Phil was also missing him. He wasn’t used to people missing him, wanting to see him.

Dan smiled softly at that. They missed each other and even though it had been on accident, he was glad they had both managed to confess something they wouldn’t had admited.

Once Dan had somehow calmed down, he was ready to text back. Should he ask Phil to meet him in person? Was he ready after all that happened at practice? He had to deal with it sometime and even if he liked it or not, Dan had to face Phil in person sometime, and if Phil was disappointed that’s something he would have to accept.

'Wanna meet sometime this week?’ Dan left his phone fast as soon as it delivered, as if it burned and was afraid to know Phil’s response, which came through a few seconds later.

'If you want to, sure! I have the perfect place. Are you free on Saturday?’


Saturday arrived and Phil was waiting for Dan the cozy vintage-y café that he found once while strolling mindlessly one cold November day, nursing a capuccino as he wrote the next lines of a horror story he had been wanting to put into paper. Phil had had this place in mind when Dan messaged him about meeting each other. The delicious warm drinks mixed with the homely and private maroon coloured booths were really a win-win.

He was kind of surprised when Dan told him he missed him, but Phil didn’t question it. He didn’t felt brave enough to admit it and when he saw the message he saw the perfect opportunity to express his feelings.

Phil was a bit nervous, he had to admit. He was really meeting Daniel Howell for real now, but tehy had been talking for so long that it felt they had been long lost friends by now, but that didn’t erase the fact that Dna was a famous baseball player… 'It is just Dan. The one that loves Mario Kart and anime the same amount as you Dan.’ Phil thought, but it wasn’t really helping.

Shaking that though out of his head Phil looked at his phone to check the time and saw it was a few minutes past five, meaning Dan should be here soon.

After grabbing another sip of his coffee, the blue eyed began writing again, slowly developing the story he had in mind, getting so lost in the words that he didn’t even manage to notice the shadow that appeared next to him till he heard a cough followed by a shaky voice?

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

Phil looked up at the voice and noticed a nervous smiley Dan looking at him as he put down his cup of coffee on the table, looking as if he wanted to hug him next but didn’t know how to do so, opting to fidget with his fingers, trying to restrain himself from reaching out.

'Why does he seem so nervous? It’s me who should be, not him. I’m just Phil!’ was all the blue eyed thought, not really understanding why, but before he could think more about it his excitement won the battle against his worries and stood up from the booth, exclaiming a cheerful “Dan! You are here!” not too loudly so it wouldn’t attract attention.

“Hi Phil,” Dan greeted him properly, looking directly into his eyes “I… I’m glad you agreed to meet me.”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” Phil questioned, cocking his head to the side a bit, “I’m glad you agreed to meet me of all!”

Dan averted his gaze to his feet, shrugging his shoulders as if also hesitating to tell Phil what was the reason why he had said that. “I don’t know. Because I thought maybe you would feel pressured because of my fame or something…” he muttered, his voice almost quiet but continued, “I mean, I’m not that famous, but still, even though we have been talking a lot you might have another image of me that the media portrayed, so yeah, I might be disappointing… ” Dan rambled, finishing with a sigh.

“Oh,” Phil let out, surprised. Dan though he might be bothered by his celebrity status, but no, Phil wouldn’t believe anything he read or see on the tabloids. He had a pretty idolized image of Dan before he meet him, per se, but after all they had talked he couldn’t even think about the possibility of not wanting to see him because of it. Dan was even more nice than he could have ever imagined, it would never let Phil down.

That’s when he realized Dan might be more insecure than he let on. He was a person, he had emotions like everyone else, and Phil believes sometimes they didn’t even care about Dan’s feelings just because he was famous.

“Dan,” Phil called him, waiting for the warm brown eyes to meet his, “You could never disappoint me, not after meeting you for real.”

With that, Phil opened his arms, giving Dan the chance to back down if he didn’t want a hug, but by the smile that appeared on Dan’s face, he had made the right choice.

Both hugged for a few minutes, their chins resting on the other’s shoulder, and Phil felt how Dan squeezed a bit, trying to bring him closer…

They separated, mirroring smiles on their faces as they sat down on the comfy booth, sides touching but looking at each other attentively as they started talking about mindless things, catching up on what they hadn’t been able to text.

For hours, light hand touches and caresses where traded, just as pink cheeks and toothy grins.

Phil found out that afternoon that saying goodbye was hard, even if you knew you were going to see that person again.


“Phil, do you have any snacks left?” Martyn asked from the doorway of Phil’s lounge room, not getting much of a response since Phil was lying down on the couch, crazily texting someone on his phone, a dumb smile on his face.

“Phil, are you even listening to me?” Martyn repeated, getting just silence as a response.

“Phil! Your ceiling is falling down!” this time Martyn screamed, finally getting a reaction from Phil, who left his phone rapidly on the sofa and sat straight up.

“What!? What is falling down!?” the younger Lester screamed back, sobering up as he saw Martyn laugh. “It’s not funny!” Phil threw his brother a cushion, hitting him on the chest before he let him sit down next to him.

“You weren’t listening and I had to catch your attention somehow! Your face, oh my God” Martyn tried to calm down a bit, “By the way, who were you texting that had you smiling down at your phone like that, uh?” he elbowed Phil on the ribs, who squirmed a bit trying to get away from his brother.

Phil blushed a bit and denied messaging someone, but his brother didn’t buy it and kept insisting, finally making Phil give up, “I was texting Dan, okay? Stop it!”

“Wait,” Martyn sobered up instantly, “Dan as in Dan Howell? You have his phone number and text each other? Why didn’t I know about this again!”

Phil shrugged, “It never came up, I guess.”

“Still, is there anything else you haven’t told me related to Dan?”

“Well… We talked, finally meet in person, had coffee and keep talking, that’s all.” Phil said as if it wasn’t a big deal. He left out the fact that they hugged, he believed Martyn couldn’t handle tat much info.

“You meet!? Are you telling me you meet in person!?” his brother’s offended tone made Phil chuckle. He really needed to speak to Martyn more.

Phil decided to tell him everything, from how they started texting till how they promised to see each other next week that Saturday at the café.

“I just… When we said goodbye, it totally felt like something more than two friend meeting, you know?” Phil said, not really knowing how to explain.

“Like a date?” Martyn’s smile could be heard in his voice, not teasing, just happy that Phil was getting somewhere with Dan. Or at least, hoping too.

Phil nooded, “Yeah, I mean, I knew it wasn’t but, it still felt like one.” A date. A date with Dan Howell. That would be a dream for him.

Martyn also nooded, acknowledging that same feeling he had had first with Cornelia a few years back.

“Ask him.”

“What!? I’m not gonna ask Dan freaking Howell on a date, are you out of your mind!?” Phil said, completly rejecting the idea.

Martyn just stared at him, wanting Phil to think about the idea again.

“No. No, no, no, I’m not going to do it. I refuse.” Phil said, shaking his head repeatedly. Just about he stopped denying, he saw the mischevious face his brother had on. “What are yo…” but before he could even finish, Martyn picked up his phone that had been lying between both all this time, rapidly typing something as he ran towards the front door, Phil by his heels, shouting and trying to grab his phone from his brother’s hands.

“Thank me later brother” was all Martyn said to Phil before he left the flat, tossing the phone back to his owners hands and closing the door right by Phil’s nose.

Phil leaned against the wooden door and read what Martyn had sent to Dan.

'Wanna go on a date with me?’

Phil was going to kill Martyn next time. He was sure of it.

Chapter 6

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.”

Let’s play a game (M)

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.


“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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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)!


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,…


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??

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.”


“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.

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…”


“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.

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.

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.


“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.


“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.”

Bye Bye Brooklyn Boys (2)

Originally posted by im-remains


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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