at least you wake up with another hair

Dating Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes would include:

Request: Yes
Headcanons: SFW and NSFW

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Dating Steve Rogers would include:

● Him telling you stories from his childhood and the army while cuddling.

● Trying to teach him about modern pop culture and him getting overly excited when he gets references about movies, music or books.

● Having a lot of movie marathons.

● Trying to teach him how to dance he is hopeless.

● Cooking together.

● Him surprising you with breakfast in bed, sometimes even lunch and dinner if you are ill or mad at him.

● Steve would try to convince you to buy a puppy.

● You end up adopting one from the animal shelter even if you don’t like dogs and naming him “Bucky”.

● The dog sometimes sleeps with you because he is in constant need of attention especially during a thunderstorm because poor thing gets scared.

● “Why is there another dog in my living room?” is asked by you at least 3 times a day.

● “I couldn’t leave it in rain!”.


● “STEVE YES” basically him being a little reckless shit.

● You can’t be upset with him more than 3 hours because of his lost puppy look.

● Hugs from behind any day everyday.

● A lot of hugs in general.

● Befriending Natasha and Bucky.

● Going shopping with Nat to buy lingerie that you think Steve would enjoy to see you in.

● Waking up to him having nightmares and cuddling afterwards to comfort him.

● Him being quite nervous the first time you two make love.

● Him being surprisingly dominant in bed but being gentle at the same time.

● Him making sure he does not hurt you during sex.

● Cuddles with you after.

● Calling him Captain in bed or soldier.

● Being called beautiful by him at least 20 times a day.

● He loves it when you only wear his shirt and gets secretly turned on.

● Taking bubble baths together to relief stress and always using a different kind of bath bomb.

● Him loving to wash your hair because he can feel you relaxing after a long day.

● Whispering sweet nothing to one another while enjoying each other’s company.

● Just healing and growing as a person together.

Dating Bucky Barnes would include:

● Having the habit to wake up at 3:00 in the morning, just to check if he had nightmares again. 

● Nat-Nat and Steve being by your side 24/7, you are Bucky’s precious (Y/N). No one is going to touch you without your permission or your boyfriend’s.

● Playing with magnets on his metal arm. He can’t tell you to stop, because you are so damn cute.

● Starting a friendship with Sam, even if your boyfriend doesn’t like him that much. Bucky gets jealous easy.

● Helping him with his depression and always being there for him when he is about to shatter like glass.

● Sweet and wet kisses on your neck while you are cooking, he can’t help himself.

● Him staring at your beautiful while you have this look in your eyes when you talk about your passions.

● Bucky being a little bit scared at first to make love with you. “Steve, I just can’t do that, what if I hurt (Y/N)?” He would tell his best friend about that.

● Steve would try to talk to him, but let’s face it; Natasha would be the one telling James what to do.

● Your first time was full of passion and love, his hands being all over you.

● Starting to have a weird kink for his metal arm.

● Taking a shower together always ends up with something really dirty.

● Men/women stop flirting with you, ‘cause he gives them that death glare.

● Him feeling terrified about the day he has to meet your parents.

● Turning out that your mother loves him like her own son, while your father is colder.

● Your younger siblings trying to touch his metal arm and play with it.

● Bucky softly laughing at them. “WOW, MOM, CAN I GET ONE TOO?!” One of them would ask.

● “They are just joking, miss (M/N).” You listened at their conversation. “(S/N), please, I don’t think it’s easy to have something like this.”  Your dad added.

● After a while, your dad would have a soft spot for him too.

● Waiting for him at night to come home after a long mission.

● Taking you in his arms and kissing your forehead. “Love, I’m home.”

● Bucky saying that, because home is where you are.

liohprincexx  asked:

Eddie came to school all burnt by fever and generally sick because it's late autumn and he gets ill easily What would richie do?

Sure! I hope this is what it you want :))

-Richie had only ever seen eddie sick twice in his life

-Once when they were younger and spent the night at the quarry

-The other time was after the leper threw up on him after the It incident

-All the other times he got sick his mom caught him before could leave the house, this happen more than richie could count

-That’s why seeing a pale and sweaty eddie come through the school gates worried richie to no end

-He immediately ruffles through his bag and pulls out some pain killers and a water bottle and shoves them into eddies hands

-“Richie i have my own pain medicine”

-Turns out that eddie didn’t want to tell his mom that he was sick or he’d end up in the emergency room getting numerous tests

-So richie immediately pushes eddie away into the other direction and marches him right back out of the school

-Eddie is horrified, not understanding what is happening and completely out of it due to his sickness

-Richie tells him to hop on the back of his bike and then he starts pedalling and it’s only when they’re almost there eddie realises they’re going to richies house

-“Why are we going to your house?”

-“Because you’re in no shape to go to school”

-Eddie had hardly ever seen richie be serious so this was odd to him

-Once they get there they hop off richies bike and richie makes his way to the front before stopping

-“Hop on”

-Eddie doesn’t understand until he realises that he means onto his back

-Which for about three minutes he’s completely against because does richie know how dangerous that is?!

-But then he feels faint so he climbs on surprises by how easy richie can carry him

-They go straight upstairs into richies room and eddie isn’t even surprised about the mess in it anymore because of the amount of times he’s been here lately

-Richie gently puts eddie on his bed and tucks him into his many blankets to sweat his fever out

-He gets him water and soup and anything he thinks eddie might need

-He even takes his temperature for him “Jesus eddie you’re hotter than your mom!”

-That brings a small smile out of eddie because the richie he knows is back

-They spend the whole day in richies room listening to the songs play softly from the old beat up radio in richies room

-Richie lays down next to eddie which eddie protests that he’s going to get sick, but richie says it would be worth it

-He eventually pulls eddie onto his chest so they’re practically cuddling

-“Is this okay”

-Eddie, due to his feverish state, mutters a small “Its about time we start cuddling”

-Richie decides to leave that comment for another day and just runs his hands through the smaller boys hair which gets him to sleep in no time

-He wakes up the next day still sick but way better than the day before and he realises richies arms are still wrapped around him

-But to no ones surprise richie wakes up in a coughing fit

-Eddie yells i told you so

-So that day they take care of each other because now they’re both sick but at least they’re sick together

Your Dearest

Author: Billowsandbreeze

Rating: T for flirting

Pairing: Jaal Ama Darav x Sierra Ryder

Summary: Sierra receives an email from Jaal and feelings are laid bare.

Author’s Notes: I wanted to try to capture that gut-clenching, excited, nervous moment right when a flirting relationship is about to take that next step. Jaal’s emails were so good at inducing that feeling. So, hopefully I did it justice.

(Spoilers for Jaal’s emails. I included the full text of one in this.)

“Good morning, Pathfinder.”

Groaning, Sierra throws an arm across her face as the cabin lights brighten too soon against the back of her lids.

She grumbles beneath her breath and rolls into her pillow. “You don’t have to do that as soon as you feel me wake up, SAM. Give me at least five minutes to get my bearings.”

“Noted, Pathfinder.” There’s a momentary pause. “You have unread email at your terminal.”

Taking in a deep breath, Sierra blinks rapidly, trying to erase the fatigue and sleep from her eyes. SAM clearly isn’t going to let her stay in bed any longer, and he’s right to do so. The display on her nightstand tells her they’re almost to Kadara. So, with another groan, she sits up.

“Okay,” she says in a rushing exhale and gets to her feet. She runs a hand through her hair and makes her way to the terminal. Email first, then coffee, and then Kadara Port.

The messages are routine—Tann reminding her of their position on the outlaws, a colonist on Eos asking for help, Lexi sending her diagrams of yoga poses to help with her stress—but one toward the bottom catches her eye.

A communication from your friend Jaal

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How would the guys react if they heard their crush mutter in her sleep that she loves them?

This was adorable to write ! 

Korekiyo Shinguuji

  • You promised you would watch a documentary about japanese yokais at his house.
  • Given the late hour that it finished at, you were welcomed to stay by Shinguuji himself.
  • Even though he seemed calm as always he couldn’t help but find trouble sleeping.
  • You were at his house. In his room.
  • Sleeping right next to him.
  • And- hold on was that you speaking ?
  • You seem to be mumbling in your sleep and he can’t help but listen quietly.
  • You’re whispering his name and that’s when he stops breathing for a moment.
  • Oh.
  • Oh wow.
  • Well he was definitely staying wide awake after hearing that you, his crush, loved him.
  • Who needs sleep when you can admire humanity’s beauty anyway.
  • You try not to ask about the bags under his eyes when you wake up in the morning.

Rantarou Amami

  • This wasn’t the first sleepover that you had over at Amami’s house.
  • After telling each others funny stories for a good hour you were sleeping peacefully.
  • Amami didn’t seem as lucky though. For some reason he couldn’t fall asleep just yet.
  • At least he could listen to your sleepy voice mumbling while he tried to rest.
  • He was starting to finally get tired when your sweet voice told him what he longed to hear for a while now.
  • You loved him ? Did you really mean that ?
  • He’s really thankful that you can’t see the huge grin on his face right now.
  • God what a dork he’s blushing and trying hard not to laugh.
  • He’s probably not gonna fall asleep for a while but who cares.
  • He’s just very happy right now.

Ouma Kokichi

  • He’s just kinda staring at you mumbling about how you love him in your sleep with the straightest face ever.
  • He’s not budging at all.
  • It’s a wonder if he’s even breathing actually.
  • Than he just gets up very silently and exits the room.
  • And that’s when he just implodes.
  • You wake up to the sound of someone screaming “YES” extremely loudly in the other room.
  • You can definitely recognize the voice of the boy you have an enormous crush on ?
  • What is happening ??
  • Next thing you know, Ouma is back in the room with a perfectly calm face.
  • He just climbs back in bed and wish you a good night before falling asleep instantly.
  • Sometimes you’re really concerned for this boy.

Shuuichi Saihara

  • He’s torn between trying to be quiet and audibly squealing because-
  • He did not expect that ??
  • He always thought you would go with a cool, charming person like Amami, not him !
  • He’s just kinda slowly freaking out in his bed, trying not to wake you up by accidentally sounding like a dying whale.
  • His face is as red as Yumeno’s hair that’s honestly impressive.
  • You know what, it might be best if he leaves the room-
  • At least he can die peacefully in another one.
  • The next morning you find him sleeping, face down on the ground.
  • You don’t eaxctly know why.

Kaito Momota

  • He’s kind of a light sleeper and used to falling asleep around 1 to 2 am.
  • So while you’re already dreaming, and apparently mumbling, he’s still on his phone.
  • He’s yawning when you suddenly say very quietly that you love him-
  • And that’s the reason he just chokes on air.
  • The coughing fit is so loud that it awakes you.
  • You tap on his back to help him before asking him what’s wrong.
  • He’s still coughing a bit, and red faced, but he can’t help but laugh at the same time.
  • He feels like the luckiest man on earth right now.
  • That would be neat if he could stop choking though-


  • He had picked up very easily that you were tired after working on your homework all afternoon.
  • He demanded that you take a nap ! This would be benificial for your health.
  • He also proposed to watch other you while you were resting to make sure no one would disrupt you.
  • He wouldn’t take no for an answer so why not do as he says and lie down ? You were pretty tired after all.
  • He was taking his duty very seriously but couldn’t help but be curious when you were talking in your sleeping state.
  • He was about to go research about it when-
  • Oh-
  • Oh dear- did you just say that-
  • Welp he’s overheating.
  • There he goes.
  • He’s suddenly very happy about his recording functions.
  • But he won’t say it to you.

Gonta Gokuhara

  • When he hears you say it, he has no control over the volume of his voice and the blush covering his entire face, ears and neck.
  • Gonta is just so happy ! You love him ! Just like he loves you !
  • He felt so warm on the inside ! He was laughing really loudly but he was so happy couldn’t help it !
  • The very cute noises he makes are what wakes you up.
  • Once you do he’s so overjoyed he immediately take you in his arms to give you a big hug.
  • He tells you that he heard you say it.
  • A-Ah but do not wory ! Gonta loves you too ! Gonta just couldn’t stop himself from hugging you…“
  • You’re kinda very embarassed that you confessed like this.
  • And also very flustered to be in his bara arms, let’s not lie-
  • But in the end, you’re really happy to know his feelings for you.

Ryouma Hoshi

  • You had picked up this habit when you were upset to go see Hoshi to simply lay down in silence next to him.
  • As much as he thought he was of no help, to be by your crush in moments where you needed silent support felt perfect.
  • This time you were so relaxed that you ended up falling asleep.
  • He was kind of watching you slowly drifting into dreamland and decided that a nap couldn’t hurt too, right ?
  • Right as he was about to rest next to you, he hears it.
  • Your sweet confession.
  • He’s frozen in place.
  • Did you…
  • Did you really mean it or were you just having a weird dream ?
  • He tries his best to ignore how your words made his heart race and not get his hopes up so quickly.
  • But he can’t help the faint smile on his face after hearing you say that.

a-hawk-and-her-bow  asked:

Can you do a Killian's first "Fathers Day" with Henry wanting to surprise him and gets Emma to help?


Emma gives a slight jump at the sound of her son’s voice. They’ve been sitting in companionable silence in the living room for the past twenty minutes. Henry with his phone, and Emma with her book.

“Father’s Day is Sunday and I think we should do something for Killian.”

She looks at him dumbfounded before her face settles into affectionate pride.

“Don’t look at me like that, mom. I’m not talking anything big here.”

“I think it’s a great idea. What did you want to do?” Emma asks, resisting her compulsion to go up and hug him. It’s one thing for him to accept Killian as his mom’s husband and part of the family, but it is another thing entirely for him to consider him a father figure.

Henry gives a light shrug. “I’m not really sure. Neither of us have really done the whole ‘Father’s Day’ thing and I don’t exactly have a budget here, being a teenager and all.”

“You knew what you were doing when you spent that pawn shop paycheck on a new XBox,” Emma teased, trying not to think too heavily on the fact that honestly none out of the three of them had much Father’s Day experience, making a mental note to do something for David as well.

“Back to the point here: what should I do? What should I get him? He likes rum and boats, that’s about as far as I’ve gotten.”

Emma huffs out a laugh at that. “Well the last I checked, they don’t let 14 year-olds buy liquor, and I’m sure a boat is well outside your budget range. Honestly kid? I think the best thing you could give him is the knowledge that you see him as a father figure. Maybe just pick out a card or something.”

Henry considers this for a moment, nodding along with his mom’s advice. “Wait,” his face lights up, “I have an even better idea.”

Killian wakes with the sun. He always has, but now he has the pleasure of waking up next to his wife.

He admires the flecks of sunlight shining on her hair, refraining from digging under it to find her forehead to kiss (she’s a stomach sleeper), knowing it would wake her at a far earlier hour than she would appreciate. As he rolls over to get up, he notices a bottle on his nightstand.

It is one of the bottles of the rum Emma likes to buy him because it has a pirate captain on the label. The bottle is empty, however–empty of alcohol at least. There is a rolled up parchment inside, and he immediately goes to inspect it.


You probably don’t know this since you’re from another realm and all, but in this realm, today is Father’s Day. It’s a cheesy Hallmark holiday, but I never really had the chance to celebrate it before.

It’s probably safe to say that I have about as much experience having a father as you have being one, and even though you aren’t technically my father, you are my dad. If you ask me, that’s much more important.

Happy Dad’s Day.


It takes him a moment to process all that he’s just read, and he’s not sure that he emotionally can at this hour. He places the note back on his bedside table, slides on his flannel pajama pants, and heads down to the kitchen in search of the Pop Tarts.

{ damaged goods }

pairing: lafayette x reader

prompt: “laf wakes up from a coma and remembers everyone but reader and readers heart gets broken bc laf doesn’t remember them and their relationship”

“Hello, is this (Y/N)?” You remembered getting the phone call from the number you didn’t recognize. You remember how it flashed over your screen. 

You hated that day. You hated that day with every fiber of your being as it was the day everything fell apart.

“Yes,” You said without much thought, sitting up a little straighter at your desk. “May I ask who is calling?” 

“Um, yes, I’m a nurse at St. Mary’s. I’m calling because you’re Marie-Joseph -” The woman trailed off, surprisingly saying Lafayette’s full legal name. You just felt your heart race with each syllable. 

“According to our records, you’re listed as his emergency contact along with Mr. George Washington.” 

“Y-Yes, yes, I know that. W-What happened? Is everything alright?”

“H-He’s suffered from a head injury. The trauma has caused him to slip into a coma.” 

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East of Nowhere - Year One

Read the Introduction here

Sam x Reader

Summary: You and Sam are strangers who are trapped in a desolate mountain town where you live, isolated from the outside world, for five years.

Part two of a six part series, each chapter detailing the events of one year. It’s a slow burn (I’m not sorry).

Author’s Notes: Beta’d by the goddess divine: @elliewinchesterr

Warnings: Language, mentions of past abuse, mild allusions to sexual situations. Smut in future chapters.  

Word Count: 9900+

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Birthday Celebration #12.

Prompt: The elite society of New York can become a nightmare unless someone can rescue you.

Word Count: 880.

Pairing: Carter Baizen x Reader.

Warnings: Cursing, what’s new? And some explicit behaviour and language.

A/N: Birthday drabble for my Hannah, hope you enjoy it @ho-ne-y 
Once again, @evanstanss is being there to let me know my work does not suck and your encouraging words.

Originally posted by canttthelpfallinginlove

Another night meant another stupid gala she had to attend. Wake up early that day, be prepared for all those people that would march in and out of a bedroom as they listed countless options for a gown, jewelry, make-up and hair. In between all that chaos, a young good lady of the New York elite had to eat at least something and get her body ready for the night. Yes, her body because everything was about the display of her figure, not who she really was.

New York, such a vibrant and magnetic city. New York, a nightmare for the young who belong to a society just because of who their parents were: growing up in the public eye, not being able to commit mistakes, to experiment, to do anything without being photographed and therefore, being scolded by their parents for another black spot, another scandal in their families.

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i. last night you drank too much and you puked at least five times while i held you. i think that sums us up: you always falling apart, me left to support you and clean up the mess when you leave.

ii. let’s crack open another cold one and talk about important things: the part in your hair, the line of your smile, the reason i can’t get you off my mind, the reason you don’t want me to

iii. where’s your girl tonight? asleep, oblivious to the knife you’re slipping into her back as she dreams of you. i hope it hurts. i hope she wakes up in the morning with blood in her lungs and that when she pulls the blade from her spine she sees your name on it. maybe then you’ll see that i matter, that i’m a game-changer, that i’m the difference between the fireworks and the forest fire (beautiful versus deadly)

iv. have another drink, and another, and another. have another kiss, and another, and another.

v. drink until you puke just to do it all again. kiss me until you forget your girl, just to remember her when she waves the blade in your face and calls it betrayal.

- the blades in her back // abby

Late Night Ride (M) - Junhoe

Originally posted by alittlepessimistic

“What do you want Kitten? All you have to do is ask for it.”

  • *not my gif*

Word Count: 1,627

Summary: It’s late at night and you’re catching the bus home, but you run into a detour when Junhoe & the rest of iKON end up on the same bus as you. 

Contains: Rough Sex, Vocal Sex, Mild Asphyxiation, Unprotected Sex (don’t do it unsafe sex is bad sex) 

  • As Suggested by:

(Kinda skipped out on the multiple orgasms because I may or may not write a part 2.) 

But why is my life such a mess?


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Jongin - Irritating Boyfriends And Teasing Kisses

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Warnings: None

Type: Fluff

Requested by: @wangpuppy9

Request: A BF Kai Scenario



Hello, wangpuppy9! Thank you so much for your request! I’m not sure how long ago you sent this in, but I’m assuming it was months ago for it to be the first one on my list! I am SO sorry that it took me so long to get to. For some reason I never got a notification so I really didn’t even see it until I reopened my blog a few weeks ago. I tried my best to make a fluffy scenario for you! I’m not the best when it comes to having to make the story up myself, but I hope you enjoy it none the less! I know it’s a little rushed in places, and that the descriptions weren’t exactly the best, but I hope you’re not disappointed. Thank you so much for requesting and thank you so much for being so sweet in your submission! Please feel free to request again! :)


Mornings were the worst. Period.

Most people would find comfort in the sounds of birds chirping and the warmth of the sun rising, but not you. Nope. You enjoyed the not so soundly peace and quite as you slept until early into the afternoon. You enjoyed the the warmth of your incredibly soft comforter that allowed you to comfortably curl up into a ball. You enjoyed the pleasurable buzz that coursed through your mind as sleep was upon you and dreams took hold of you. You enjoyed the refreshing feeling of sleeping until your body forced itself awake, the deep feeling of happiness and brightness that fills your body after a good nights rest making you smile. And while birds chirping and the sun shining was great and all, you weren’t really the type of person who needed to bask in it. 

At least not before 11:00 A.M. 

But, despite the fact that mornings weren’t exactly your thing, you forced yourself out of the warmth of you bed and into your unnaturally cold bathroom, your body fatigued and zombie like as you dragged yourself to the sink and began to brush your teeth. After brushing your teeth you looked into the mirror, your hair messy and skin red as you lightly dampened your face with cold water to help you wake up enough to at least make it from your bedroom and into the kitchen. After staring at yourself for another minute or so you shrugged in defeat, your feet barley making a noise against the wooden floor as you walked down the hall and into the brightly lit kitchen.

“Good morning!” A voice chirped upon your arrival, the smell of bacon wafting through the air and into your nostrils as you staggered further into the room. You took in a deep breath, the beautifully delicious smell of breakfast making its way into your body and slightly waking you up. You let out a sigh of content before slowly making your way toward the welcoming voice, the familiar image of your boyfriend, Jongin, standing in front of the stove making its way into your sight.

“Morning.” You yawned, leaning against the island behind him.

“I can’t believe your up already. I thought I was going to have to come and drag you out of bed again.” Jongin teased, turning around momentarily to give you a playful wink and a small smile.

“That was one time!” You defended, slightly pouting your lips as a red blush made its way onto your cheeks. 

“More like 3, but who’s counting?” He asked, a small chuckle in his voice as he continued focusing on the ingredients in front of him. You gave Jongin a small scoff and swiftly made your way forward, your shoulders rubbing against his as you attempted to peek over top of them to see what he was making. 

“It’s a surprise!” Jongin said suddenly, somehow managing to block your view of the stove with his muscular body.

“A surprise?” You questioned excitedly, quickly making your way onto your tip toes to see what he was trying to hide. “Why a surprise? I’m going to be eating it in a few minutes either way.”

“Because,” He stated, quickly covering the pan in front of him with aluminum foil before popping it into the oven and setting the timer. “It’s a surprise.”

“Good reason. Why did I even ask?” You acknowledged sarcastically, your figure leaning against the island once again as tiredness slowly began to leave your body. 

“Beats me.” Jongin replied, giving you a small shrug as if he really didn’t know. “Maybe it’s because of your incredibly impatient nature.”

“I am not impatient!” 

“Oh, really? You sure about that Miss ‘I’m going to take these brownies out 10 minutes early because I’m hungry and what’s 10 minutes really going to do?’ or Miss ‘Why take time to wait for the cake to cool for you to ice it when you could just dip the cake into it when your eating it?’”

You stood still with your arms crossed, not really knowing how to reply to the painfully true statements. Jongin laughed, the defeated look on your face all the proof he needed as he slowly made his way closer to you. You gave him a small scowl, your pink lips curling up playfully as his warm hand reached out and removed your arms from in front of your chest before placing them on his.

“It’s okay though, Jagi-yah.” He whispered playfully, his hands reaching down to grip your waist before pulling you toward him. “I think I know how to kill time.”

That’s when, all of a sudden and without any warning, Jongin pressed his lips against yours, the simple but quick action immediately taking your breath away. The kiss was slow at first, the deep flavor of his mocha coffee heavy against your lips. He pressed against you softly, the kiss kind and careful as his velvety skin grazed against yours. 

You leaned into him impulsively, your body trembling as his hands diligently cupped your face. That’s when he decided to go a little bit further, his tongue softly touching your bottom lip before he let out a deep moan, you nails lightly digging into his cloth covered waist. His hands left your face next, slowly traveling down to either side of you and trapping you against the island. Then, unsurprisingly, he quickly began to tease you, his hot tongue immediately leaving your lips anytime you opened your mouth in permission.

You let out a small whine, the want and need for his tongue against yours driving you crazy. He gave you a small laugh in return instead, the vibration racking against your body as you willed him closer to you. Your fingernails pressed into his sides again, a small growl leaving his lips and making you shutter. Then, before you knew it, you no longer in front of the island. You were on top of it.

Taking this as an opportunity, you quickly wrapped your pajama covered legs around his waist, pulling him as close to you as you possibly could. He let out a sigh of content, slowly licking his way into your mouth and finally letting his tongue meet yours as he kissed you passionately.

You felt hypnotized, your hands quickly going up and tangling with his luscious locks. He smiled into the kiss and pressed his pelvis against yours, the happiness that both of you were radiating beaming through the room and making your once tired and fatigued figure tremble in delight. 

After a few more minutes of kissing you pulled away, the random and out of nowhere makeout session taking you by surprise and turning you into a mess. Jongin gave you a small smirk, his lips barley an inch away from yours as he teasingly hovered over you.

“What was that for?” You asked breathlessly, your heart beating so hard and so fast that you could barley hear anything over top of it. 

“I told you. It was to help distract you from your excessive impatientness.” He laughed slyly, his noise rubbing against yours before he leaned away and pointed to the almost ready to beep timer on the stove. “Which I did.” 

You looked at the clock in surprise, the last 15 seconds of the original 10 minutes quickly going down. You looked up at Jongin, your mouth agape but no words coming out as shock took over your entire body. Had you really been making out for that long? It seemed like minutes, seconds even, and there was no doubt in saying that you definitely weren’t ready to stop. 

“Time to eat! I made your favorite! Coffee Cake!” Jongin said suddenly, his lips curling into a knowing smile as he grabbed a oven mitt and pulled the pan out.

“But Jongin I…” You trailed off, not wanting to straight out tell Jongin that you were sad that he stopped kissing you.

“What, Y/N?” He smirked, eyes boring into yours as he removed the oven mitt. “Don’t you want to eat?”

“Yeah, but you…you can’t just do something like that and then stop…”

“And why’s that?” He asked, teasingly making his way closer to you.

You looked at Jongin, a small blush making its way onto your cheeks as you desperately tried to hide the impatient nature that both of you knew you had. “Because…you just can’t do that to someone.”

“Why? I’m totally fine.” He edged on playfully, his hands barley touching your waist as he continued to tease you.

“Dammit, Jongin! I’m impatient and irritable and I just want to keep kissing you, okay?!” You said suddenly, all sense of self control gone as your irritable self added onto the annoyance of Jongin teasing you made you want to explode. Jongin quickly gave you a satisfied look, his eyes forming a smile of their own as his lips shaped into a small smirk. 

“See, was that so hard?” Jongin asked, suddenly gripping your waist and placing you back onto the counter. 

“Yeah, yeah. You were right, I was wrong. Just kiss me, you jerk.” You said, quickly pulling Jongin towards you before he had a chance to say anything else, the beautifully made coffee cake that he had worked so hard on sitting in the background, completely, 100% forgotten.
Every One Direction Solo Single, Ranked (Critic's List)
With the release of Liam Payne's Quavo-featuring "Strip That Down" last Friday (May 19), fans at long last have a complete set of One Direction solo singles: All five members have made their entrance as proper pop solo entities. In honor of these new benchmarks for the solo 1Ders, we've decided to rank all 10 of the solo singles they've collectively released so far.

With the release of Liam Payne’s Quavo-featuring “Strip That Down” last Friday (May 19), fans at long last have a complete set of One Direction solo singles: All five members have made their entrance as proper pop solo entities.

What’s more, “Strip” makes it an even ten singles between the five members – not counting Harry Styles’ promotional quasi-single “Sweet Creature” – with Zaynobviously doing most of the heavy lifting, after his near-year head start on the other four.

In honor of these new benchmarks for the solo 1Ders – including our most recent cover star, the recently minted “grown-ass-man” Niall Horan – we’ve decided to rank all 10 of the solo singles they’ve collectively released so far. Read on below, and look forward to our list certainly ballooning in size (and debatability) in the years to come.

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Dead Girl Walking

A/N: A request from @zoemonster200​ for a Spencer x Reader inspired by the song Dead Girl Walking from the musical Heathers. If you know the lyrics, you won’t be surprised by the fact that this is gonna be smutty. From the lyrics, I decided to place this piece in high school, and the two live close to each other, although the reason for her being a ‘dead girl walking’ isn’t because of something at school, but rather her religious upbringing that forbids premarital sex. She gon do it anyway ;) @coveofmemories@sexualemobitch@jamiemelyn


Your first time with him had been amazing - a little clumsy, but full of laughter and pleasure and tenderness. Spencer really wasn’t like all the other guys. People said that a lot, but you were positive deep down in your soul that with Spencer it was actually true. 

Problem? Your parents. Hypocritical assholes who told you that God looked down on two 16 year olds for premarital sex while your father was carrying on an affair your mother didn’t know about, and your mother was a drunk (maybe she did know and that’s why she was a drunk). Either way, they were full of it, but that didn’t keep them from going ballistic and calling you a tease for sleeping with Spencer, when “you’d never stay with him anyway.”

What the hell did they know? At 16, you’d already been assaulted outside your school, been with one other boyfriend, and according to the entire student body, you’d slept with nearly everything that walked. Spencer was intelligent, crazily so, and on top of that he was sweet. He loved his mother. He was driven. Women twice your age would’ve killed for their own men to be like that, and here Spencer was, still a boy, but one who was very much in love with you.

As you carefully stepped out of the top floor window and onto the roof, you took care not to wake your parents, but you’d be damned if those hypocrites would keep you from Spencer based on some magical being in the sky that seemed to give a fuck whether or not you had sex. You weren’t ill-informed. You’d gotten the pill, were using condoms, and you wanted him, so once you climbed down the tree next to your house, you marched down the block to where he lived.

I need it hard
I’m a dead girl walkin’
I’m in your yard
I’m a dead girl walkin’

If your parents found out, you were probably going to get disowned, more for disobeying them than the sex itself, but fuck it - he was a philanderer and she was a drunk. “Spencer,” you whispered, after climbing up a tree by his own house and knocking on the window of his room. “Spencer, wake up!”

Spencer shot up out of bed, the look on his face almost comical, a mix of freaked out at the noise, happiness at seeing your face and confusion about the same. “What are you doing here? Your parents are going to kill you.”

“I don’t care,” you said, pushing him and onto the bed. “I want you. Screw them.” You climbed on top of him, desperate for the feel of his skin against yours. He was ridiculously thin, but you wanted all of him and you wanted him now. 

Sorry, but I really had to wake you
See, I decided I must ride you till I break you

You’re my last meal on death row
Shut your mouth and lose them tighty-whities!

Bending down, you raked your fingers down his chest as your lips glided around his neck. “Spencer, I want you,” you breathed, feeling him harden underneath your touch. Immediately, his gaze changed from hesitant to needy; he popped up and gripped his arm around your waist, bringing you closer as you ridded him of his shirt and unbuttoned your own, revealing a light purple bra with lace embellishments. “Do you want me?”

Spencer couldn’t say anything, but he nodded and brought his hands up to your face, his thumbs caressing your cheeks as he took your lips in a heated kiss. “Yes,” he mumbled. Quickly, he reached into his bedside table and grabbed a condom, before both of you hastily and clumsily disrobed. When you were about to take off your bra too, he motioned for you to keep it on.

With a smile, you pushed him back onto the bed, allowed him to sheath himself and straddled his thighs, reveling the feel of him slipping inside you. You’d only had sex once - the night your parents went insane, but last time, he’d taken you, and tonight you wanted him. You wanted to ride him until you couldn’t any longer, wake up before your parents were leaving the house and sneak back home. “Oh fuck, Spence,” you breathed, throwing your head back as you moved up and down on his length. You couldn’t help but whimper when you saw him staring to where you were connected; it was like he couldn’t get enough; you couldn’t either.

Let’s break the bed
Rock this dead girl walkin’!

“More,” you heard him whine between clenched teeth. You leaned down, your body flush with his as your bottom half continued to thrust down onto him. 

Being on top was different, you loved the feel of him deep inside you and the power it gave you - it was even sexier because he was willing to give you that power. “Is this what you had in mind?” you asked, swallowing his moan in another searing kiss. “Do you want me to fuck you harder?”

“Yes, please,” he groaned as his hands clasped tightly onto your back. 

Slap me! Pull my hair!
Touch me there and there and there

Taking care to keep quiet so as to not wake his mother, you silenced each others cries by burying your faces in skin. All of a sudden, you started to feel a tightening in your core - something you hadn’t felt the first time, at least not to this degree. You pushed up, resting your palms facing out on his chest and grinding down onto his length. “Oh fuck!” you cried. You did your best to stifle yourself, but Spencer knew you were going to scream and leaned up to swallow your cries before you knew it. “Oh god, Spence…”

A second later, you felt him release himself - thank god for the condom. “Oh hell, Y/N,” he said. “What are we going to do? I want you, but your parents…” He trailed off.

“We’ll find a way,” you said, smiling into his neck and giggling when he involuntarily recoiled from your touch, his skin too sensitive for additional touch.  “When does your mom wake up?”


“Mine too. Do you want me to stay until five and then I’ll sneak back home?”

He smiled and kissed you lazily before falling back down into the bed. He looked tired. “You don’t think I’m done with you yet, do you?” you asked as you removed his condom, threw it in the trash, and grabbed a new one. “I have a whole lot left planned for tonight.”

Take It, It's Yours

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Alex woke up with Maggie curled into her side, her long, dark hair spread out across Alex’s bare chest as she slept. Alex hummed happily and pulled the smaller woman closer to her body, tangling their legs together as she gently pressed a kiss against her forehead and ran her fingers through her hair.

Checking the clock she was it was just after eight in the morning and, after a moment’s panic about being late to work, she remembered that they finally had a day off together after several weeks of their work schedules not lining up. She wrapped her arms securely around the other girl’s waist and started nuzzling into her neck trying to wake her up, suddenly excited for the day now that she remembered she wasn’t required to be up.

“Maggie… Maggie… Wake up… I want pancakes…” Alex gently bit Maggie’s earlobe, causing her to giggle and try to squirm away from her.

“Al… Back sleep… Cakes later… No get up…” Maggie rolled over halfway on top of Alex, her arm slung over her hips, Alex’s head tucked securely under her chin.

“Awww… You’re so cute when you take cavewoman to me first thing in the morning.” Maggie reached behind her, her eyes still closed, and proceeded to clock Alex in the head with a pillow she’d grabbed, “Oh, such a violent cavewoman, I’m terrified.” Alex pressed a kiss against her clavicle.

“Should be… M’ scary… Rawr…” Maggie nuzzled her cheek and Alex tried to control her laughter.

“Did you just roar at me babe?” Maggie nodded sleepily and Alex shook her head at her rather adorable half asleep girlfriend.

“Roar scary… I scary… Scare baddies ‘way from my girl… Tha’z you…” Maggie nonchalantly bit Alex’s neck and started semi-mock nibbling at the skin, cause Alex to let out a squeak.

“What are you doing?” Alex huffed out a laugh, not sure if she should be amused or concerned considering her fiancée’s delirious state.

“M’ eatin’ you… You to cute… Make me craz’… So cute…” Alex bit her lip to keep herself from laughing out loud, realizing Maggie was referring to the article they’d read a couple weeks ago about the reason that people would have the urge to chew on babies or people they like was because they found they so cute their brains wanted to keep them from going crazy from looking at their cuteness.

“Aww, you’re cute too babe.”

They lay there for another thirty minutes while Alex waited for Maggie to wake up some more (at least to a semi-conscious state). Alex ran her fingers through Maggie’s hair as the older woman continued to nip at her neck. Finally Maggie seemed awake enough to hold an actual conversation so Alex tried again.

“Good morning, how’d you sleep?” Maggie hummed, pulling Alex tighter against her body.

“Good, you were next to me, always helps.” Alex smiled, leaning up and kissing Maggie gently before resting her head back on her shoulder.

“Wanna get up and make breakfast? I’d offer but you banned me from the kitchen.” Maggie chuckled.

“That’s cause I still want their to still be a kitchen…” Alex grumbled under her breath, “But I’ll make you breakfast, just cause I love you though.” Alex smiled as Maggie moved to get up, watching as the blankets fell away from the other woman’s nude body as she stood up. Alex felt a jolt of heat shoot in between her legs and Maggie laughed, obviously being able to tell what she was thinking by the look on her face. “Actually… I’m going to eat real quick and then I’ll make you breakfast.”

Maggie dove back into bed and quickly made good on her comment, eating Alex out until she collapsed boneless against the bed after her third consecutive orgasm, leaving Maggie smirking down at her as she quickly placed a gentle kiss against her lips. “Now I’m going to make the pancakes.” And she did, still completely naked as she did so.

Thirty minutes later she returned to Alex with a tray filled with pancakes, quickly maneuvering around so that she was sitting next to Alex and the tray was placed in between them.

“So… I was wanting to talk to you about something…” Maggie began somewhat timidly and Alex raised an eyebrow at her, a forkful of pancake dangling halfway between her plate and her mouth.

“So the sex and the food were just buttering me up for a big talk, huh? Okay, let me have it.” Her voice was half teasing and half worried and Maggie immediately shook her head.

“No, no, no… No buttering up… Just… Well… You remember you asked me a couple of weeks ago what my thoughts were about what we should do for our last name when we got married and I told you I hadn’t really thought about it and you told me to get back to you once I had?” Alex nodded.

“Yeah, I was thinking we might do like a name mash-up of something… Like Dawyer or… Sanvers or something… You know, that way neither of us have to give up our nam-”

“I want yours…” Maggie cut her off, watching as Alex’s eyes went wide in shock. “I just… My family… You know… Disowned me when I was a kid… And I’ve always felt like I was… Some sort of an imposter… Like… I’m not really a Sawyer… Not any more… And I’d just… Like… We’re starting a family… For… You know… Us… And I just… I don’t want that anymore… I’m going to be your wife and… I want your last name… If… You know… If you’re alright with that…” Alex had frozen, staring at her fiancée with tears in her eyes.

“Babe…” Alex reached over and drug Maggie into her arms, “Of course I’d be okay with that… Look…” Alex lifted Maggie’s chin so she was looking at her, “I want to share the rest of my life with you. Okay? If you want my last name, take it, it’s yours. We’re getting married, the whole what’s mine is yours thing, remember?” Alex kissed her temple, “I’m honored to give you my name, okay? Don’t doubt that… I love you so much… I’d give you anything, okay?”


“Good girl… Now, finish your pancakes and I’ll repay the favor from earlier Mrs. Danvers.” Maggie laughed, subtly wiping away a tear.

“Not til next week, Ally.” Alex hummed.

“That’s soon enough for me.”

Out for the count.

Authors note: Part 3 to boxing Au.
Part 1

Part 2


The words roll of your tongue before you can even think of something else to say. This is not how you had contemplated telling him. It was meant to be sweet and thought out; not on the side of the road after a prizefight and after throwing up. “You’re lying.” He shakes his head, catching you off guard as the words roll of his tongue, shocking you.
“You, you actually think I’m lying?” You get tongue-tied, undecided of whether the man in front of you is the man you married given that the man you joined in marriage would absolutely never question your integrity.
“It could be your plan to stop me from boxing.” He answers, your eyes leaving his gaze. Disappointment being the only expression your face shows.
“Look at me.” He gives precise instructions, placing his hand under your chin to force you to gander up at him. “Are you serious?” He says in a low voice, his eyes tender and saturated with joy, something you haven’t seen in quite a while. You roll your eyes, incapable of stopping the sarcastic retort, “no, I’m throwing up on the side of the road because I feel like it.” You murmur, incompetent of controlling your words. At least now you have justification for your outbursts of bitter sarcasm, not to mention his foolish question on whether you’re participating in a lie about being pregnant or not; it’s not like you gave the appearance of throwing up in front of him just for humour.
“So— you’re growing a baby?” He gapes, lost for words, and you can’t help but chuckle, holding back a smart ass comment as you nod your head, admiring how his eyes are gleaming and full of such pleasure. You imagined his ravishing emerald eyes would reflect brilliancy with joyousness, but you didn’t imagine he’d ask such imbecile questions. “A baby? Ten fingers, ten toes?” He continues, seeming rather excited.
“Hopefully.” You agree with a smile, disregarding his oafishness, “ten fingers, ten toes, two long legs, and two long arms.” You continue, your heart filled with so much exultation as you continue to observe Harry’s expression. “But, the baby needs a daddy without cuts, bruises, and broken bones.” You pressure, drawing the conversation back to the ultimate plea. His eyes continue to gaze at you, uncertainty playing a role in the anxiousness you’re feeling, along with the nausea. “I can’t.” The words break your heart, your hopes of the baby changing things shattering entirely. “I can’t stop. I know it’s what you hoped and planned, but no.” He shakes his head,
“We can talk more when we get home, but I want to be there for you, holding your hair and your hand instead of you getting me ice and all.” He continues, minimizing the importance of your thoughts and feelings. You look at him, a little heartbroken that the announcement didn’t go to plan, maybe you shouldn’t have told him with the aspirations that the news would change his ambitions. “Here, I’ll drive.” He adds, gesturing for you to go over to the passenger side. You shake your head, not having many words for him, “baby, you don’t look too good, just let me drive.” He presses and you allow him to guide you to the passenger side.
For years you have stood by him, took charge of the aches and pains he’s put his body through, been to every doctor visit, every hospital call, you’ve been the best girlfriend, best wife he could possibly ask for. You’ve never expressed dissatisfaction when he’s woken you up at five in the morning because his ribs are killing him, you’ve never protested when you’ve had to care for him and keep him occupied while on bed rest, never once have you asked him to skip a fight or a training session. But, now is the time for him to stop, to invest in activities that don’t harm him in negative ways. You rest your head against the window, pretending to sleep as Harry drives, doing his best not to adjust his shoulder too much. The thought comes to your mind on whether you want to raise your child to be an athlete themselves, perhaps they’ll inherit the boxing trait from Harry, but do you really want the little one to come home in the same condition Harry does, black-and-blue with new scars?


To say Harry has been too interested in his boxing would be an understatement. Not being able to compete the last two months, (thanks to his shoulder), has put him in a full rage to uninterruptedly train and overwork his body, it’s as if he has to get his energy out to be able to stay sane.

It’s four in the morning when he rolls over and elbows you gently, thinking you’re already sound asleep, but to your disappointment the feeling of queasiness has been striking you every morning between two and eight for the past two weeks; carrying twins doesn’t make anything easier. “What?” You question, your eyes staring up at the ceiling as he slowly moves within the bed. You two haven’t been on best terms, primarily granting that you’ve had enough of everything, your hormonal outburst of emotions not making anything easier. “It hurts to breathe.” He lets out, striking your attention instantaneously. You’re used to the conventional aches and pains he feels after training and strings of events, the usual muscle cramps, hand bruising, and the occasional headaches that keep him up, but never has he griped over his breathing. “You fought tonight, didn’t you?” You hiss, coming to terms with the fact that he didn’t just decide to train from the hours of six to eleven this evening. “You’re a fucking idiot.” You growl, trying your hardest not to move within the bed, taking into consideration his body is presumable in a lot of pain.
“I appreciate the help.” He moans, pushing the covers off his body,
“Just like I appreciated your help the last two weeks.” You remind him of the mornings he slept through and how he has been a dreadful husband for not waking up and holding your hair or even making sure you’re okay. Sure, you’re a grown adult and can take care of yourself, but it’s pleasurable to have a husband who at least pretends to give a damn. “Oh c'mon, I’m a heavy sleeper, and breathing and morning sickness are two different things.” He coughs as he leans over to turn the light on, another grunt escaping his lips, “fuck.” He exclaims, lying back down on his back.
“I’m carrying two babies in me, and you want to compare that to your moronic decision to box and get hurt?” You ultimately question, sitting up in the warm bed and looking over at your spouse, who lies beside you with soreness. He rolls his eyes, biting his lip before taking a few deep breaths, “did you get examined by the physician after your fight?” You delicately ask, your heart tenderising as you take notice of the ache in his eyes, he nods, not giving you any detail on what the physician said with the examination, “care to share?” You challenge, needing more detail so you know whether you’re about to be making a trip the the emergency room or not.
“Probably bruised ribs, he said to get an X-ray in the morning. But, I didn’t go through with his directions.” He reports to you, reminding you of just how intellectually dull and stubborn your husband truely is.
“Lift up your bloody shirt.” You give preliminary instructions, your hands making their way to the hem of his shirt, he leisurely lifts the shirt with your assistance, your eyes trailing to his left rib cage that’s sketched with a hell of a sized carmine-coloured bruise. “You got the fuck knocked out of you.” You gape in amazement, his hands instantly grabbing yours as they inch closer to his side,
“Please, don’t touch.” He pleads. You delicately pull away from his hand and go against his wishes, very lightly placing your cold fingers on his ribcage. “You’re going to your doctor and getting checked out when his office opens, I don’t want to hear whining, you could have fractured your ribs.” You inform him intently, giving him no room to dispute your demands like he’s previously done before with certain injuries. “I hope you learn your lesson.” You grouch, getting out of the bed, putting your own discomfort aside for the moment. “Wait, where are you going. Don’t leave me.” He wails, somewhat humouring you as he requests you to stay. You ignore his comment, exiting the bedroom.

You re-enter into the bedroom walking over to your husbands side of the bed as he miserably lies on his back, “put this on your bruise.” You hand him the ice, “and sit up.” You brief, watching as he stares at you and shakes his head, “sit up so you can take these.” You wearily sigh, placing two pain killers on the side table, offering your hands to help him sit up. He places his hands in yours and you gradually help him sit up, your heart breaking with the grunts that escapes his lips. This is exactly why you wanted him to stop, distinctly the dislocated shoulder wasn’t enough, now he’s got bruised ribs, possibly even broken ribs and this could have been prevented if he had of listened. You definitely don’t want to raise the twins watching their fathers body deteriorate and become beaten and damaged. Not to mention your doctor couldn’t stress more that you don’t need any extra and unnecessary strain while carrying two little bundles of joy, they’re going to be stressful enough on your body. “Lie back down and try sleep.” You mutter, walking to your side of the bed and carefully getting between the sheets,
“Y/N, I can’t sleep.” He instantly comments, not even trying to close his eyes, his body far too awake and in too much discomfort to sleep just yet.
“Then reflect on how I asked you to stop boxing and your dumbass continued, and now you’re in more pain than ever.” You ungraciously grumble, giving him a little bit of tough love to try get your point across. For too long you’ve been too nurturing, understanding, and caring, which has ultimately landed the two of you in this position. “I can’t stop.” His voice is low and weak, full of exhaustion and soreness.
“Then you can’t complain.” You harshly respond, pulling at the covers and leisurely getting comfortable within the bed. You may be a little heartless within the conversation, but you refuse to move too much within the bed. If it wasn’t for being pregnant and already uncomfortable, you’d move to the couch to give him the whole bed to relax in. “Do you hate me?” His questions catches you off guard as you’re close to drifting off to sleep, for a moment you stay silent, beginning to feel guilty for how you’ve been treating him lately. “I know you’re not asleep.” He continues, his legs moving within the comfort of the sheets.
“No, why?” You murmur drowsily, curious as to what his response could possibly be. You haven’t been too mannerly to him, but it’s with good reason. You feel his hand gently find yours under the covers, “because I haven’t really been there for you when you’ve needed me. I kinda slept through all your morning sickness or I ignored it.” He expresses recognition of his terrible actions, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles and you allow him to continue holding your hand. Perhaps this is his strange way to apologise.
“You ignored it?” You interrogate, not entirely flabbergasted that he overlooked the dreaded mornings. You’d ignore them, too, if you could. He confirms with a nod,
“Yeah, when I had early training sessions I’d leave and you’d be throwing up still.” He reminds you of the times you’d actually managed to forget. “I really haven’t been the greatest.” He confesses with an extremely low voice.
“I want you to quit boxing.” You straight out comment, hoping that he will see the light and come to his damn senses.
“It’s all I have. I need it.” He disputes, still not raising his voice in the slightest. “I need to release my energy somewhere.” He continues, beginning to explain the advantages to his sport.
“I want you to stop. If you won’t stop for your own body, stop for me and your two little babies.” You delicately pressure, keeping your voice low, not wanting to argue with him, at least not while it’s four-forty-two in the morning and while he’s in pain and trying his best to conceal it.
“They won’t be here for another six months. I’ll stop then.” He breathes, somewhat compromising, but it still doesn’t satisfy you enough.
“I don’t want to go through this alone for another six months, you need to make a decision, and I hope you make the right one.” You whisper, your heart breaking as you’re forced to give him an ultimatum. You never expected your marriage to come to a point where giving an ultimatum to your husband would be such a thing. You expected to have to remind him of his stupid ideas, of how he can’t always lounge about in his boxers, or how he can’t sleep all day because too much sleep can be detrimental for him. Never did you expect to give him the ultimatum to choose between the person he loves or the sport he loves. You’re doing it for his own good, and for the family the two of you have made. After moments of silence, Harry’s voice cuts the air, “I want one last round.” He informs you, not allowing you to dispute his wishes. “One last round, I’m not stepping down after being defeated tonight. When I’m cleared by the doctor, I’m taking my last fight.” He composedly notifies you, making his decision.
“Harry, it’ll take a while to recover and get another match. At least three months.” You sigh, not wanting him to get his hopes up or to have one last fight and decide he wants more. It’s almost like boxing is his narcotic, he gets high off the adrenaline, and the sound of punches hitting skin.
“I need one last round.” He presses with a desperate tone,
“Harry, you’re out for the count. Two back to back injuries should be enough. What’s next after a dislocated shoulder and possible broken ribs?” You implore, not wanting to even think about the next injury he could perchance harbour. After all, they do say it comes in threes. “Please, one more?” He entreats, playing on your emotions as his voice stays soft and vulnerable. You nod, giving in. You can deal with one last round as long as it is the last round you’ll ever have to endure Harry coming home with new scars and battles painted on his skin. They say it comes in threes; hopefully Harry puts the myth to shame.

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34 Young McGenji

Not sure how young you mean but at least Genji’s in his meat suit

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

McCree snapped out of his fifth-drink daze and glanced over at his neighbor at the bar. He hadn’t even noticed he sat down, which was a damn shame. The green hair was a noticeable feature but all too quick McCree was stuck on his eyes. Those wings even rivaled the ones Gabe had drawn from time to time.

He wished it wasn’t so damn dark in here all of a sudden.

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A/N: For @luciisthebest 400 Follower Song Challenge

Prompt:  “Why’d you let me fall asleep?” and Ghosttown by Madonna

Characters: Dean, Reader, mention of Sam

Dean x Reader, One Shot, Fluffy with a Dash of Angst

Word Count: 2164

Dean is having another nightmare.

You noticed before he started to vocalize in his sleep, since you were lying next to him.  His restlessness woke you, the tension that kept his body taut and rock solid underneath you rousing you to awareness as you realized something was wrong.  Shifting in place under the sheets to face him, you sat up to see Dean bathed in sweat, his fist balled up into the sheets, eyes squeezed shut, and his entire body trembling.

You gently lay a hand on his bare chest—his skin burning hot to the touch—at the same time he starts to moan from some phantom pain caused by his current nightmare, and your heart breaks a little at the sound.  This has been happening for weeks now as Dean’s current state with the Mark of Cain continues to worsen, but neither of you have mentioned it to Sam.  The younger Winchester was worried enough about Dean already—there was no point in making that burden any heavier.

“No,” Dean groans a little louder, head tossing to the side.  “Sam…Sam!”

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Natan, T, Feelings™, sfw

Takes place in and around the diner scene. 

this is @littlemanicmonday posting to her new SaM-specific blog :D 

“You’re not supposed to hate me, you lo-”

His words haunted him. Why did that matter? It shouldn’t. In fact, he should be grateful that her relentless optimism had ceased. A healthy amount of fear for the Devil wasn’t a bad thing, and it was about time Natalie started having it.

She’s not even your problem anymore. Why do you care?

He grit his teeth. It mattered because he’d given up what remained of his wings for her. It mattered because Death and Pestilence had brought her back wrong. It mattered because he’d done it for the Natalie McAllister who knew him. The Natalie McAllister who loved him.

Not the one who called him a monster.

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magnets melting

because regardless of space and time, natsu dragneel is meant to be with lucy heartfilia.

Natsu Dragneel has a vague idea of what is going on. He knows that he is bleeding from a knife embedded in his side. He knows that Erza and Gray are fighting for their lives somewhere behind him.

But most of all, he knows that Lucy Heartfilia is not dead.

His fingers are numb and he knows he’s supposed to get help but his knees won’t work and he’s crawling and nonono Lucy can’t be gone.

He tries his best to pull his body next to her. She’s laying down and facing up, her eyes glassy and mouth opened slightly. He grips her coldcold hand and shakingly puts it next to his lips.

“Luce,” his voice cracks and he feels helplessness try to take over. The blonde remains lifeless. He calls again and again and he feels his eyeslids go heavy. His side keeps bleeding and he knows he’s turning the grass red but he doesn’t care because his best friend is dead and he can’t accept she’s gone.

He looks up when someone’s boots appear in his line of vision. It’s the dark guild’s master and Natsu knows that he could fight him up to his last breath but he’s so tired.

What’s the point of going home if Lucy’s not there?

He closes his eyes.

“Goodbye, Natsu Dragneel.”

A second passes and now there are two bodies lying motionless on the ground.

Rainclouds start to form.

Natsu Dragneel–dragonslayer, Son of the Fire Dragon King Igneel, Dark Wizard Zeref Dragneel’s brother and strongest demon END, Fairy Tail wizard, ceases to exist.

Hey, kid.

How are you?

It’s been a while.

I know it must have taken quite a while.

Sorry for that. Had to fix a few things.

I hope this time you’ll stay together. You’re lucky you guys are in the same lifetime this time.

Don’t waste your time, kid.

Look, I’m gonna wake you up now.

And… awake.

Natsu Dragneel wakes up.

Working at the bookstore had its ups and downs but Natsu couldn’t say it wasn’t fun.

Stacking books can be a bore, sure, but at least he could read the books for free, right?

He glances at the clock and it’s eleven forty-five and he silently cheers because it’s his lunch break in fifteen minutes.

Natsu leans against the desk and watches the store with lazy eyes. His cousin is off flirting with another customer. Natsu scoffs. The blue haired girl must’ve been brave to talk to his cousin. He loves Gajeel, he wouldn’t admit it for the world, but he has to wonder how come Gajeel had no eyebrows? Instead, piercing cluttered his face.

“Excuse me?”

Natsu turns toward the girl in front of him and his breath hitches.

You wanted to join Fairy Tail, right?

Want to form a team with me?

You were amazing. Zero points? That’s even better.

“Hello?” The girl questions and Natsu looks again at the girl with eyes like chocolate and hair like the sun and why is she so familiar—

“Are you gonna keep staring at me all day?” She frowns and crosses her arms. Natsu shakes his head lightly and must’ve realized how rude that seemed.

“No, sorry… you just kinda looked like someone I met. Have we met before?”

The girl uncrosses her arms and blinks back. “I don’t think so… now that you mention it, you do look familiar.”

Natsu grins and waves to the book in her hands. “Gonna check that out?”

“Oh,” the girl blushes and hands him the book. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” he waves off and reads the book title.

“Fairy Tails?” He raises an eyebrow as he hands her the reciept. She nods and smiles lightly, “It was my mother’s favorite book. I’ve read it several times.”

Natsu brightens because he hates reading but it was this particular book that drew him. “I read it as well, hundreds of times.”

She reaches for the book and grips the edges longingly. She looks up at him through her lashes. “What’s your favorite part?”

“The Grand Magic Games, of course.” He says and cups his chin onto his palm. Her smile widens a fraction, “I loved that part, too.”

Natsu glances at the clock and fixes his gaze back to her.

“It’s my lunchbreak in five, do you wanna eat at the little cafe down the street? It’s by my friend Mirajane and she makes–”

“–the best cakes in town,” she finishes and he gapes at her. “You know Mira?”

“Who doesn’t?” She scoffs.

Ask for her name. He swallows.

“What’s your name?” He feels his palms sweat and he wonders why is he even nervous.

“Lucy. Lucy Heartfilia.” She turns around and walks toward the exit.

“Hey!” He calls out. She looks back at him coyly.

Natsu grins.

“Nice to meet ya, Luigi.”

school is making us do a lot see you all next week when the next chapter comes out!

a oneshot i was sooo itching to write. this was kinda inspired by an adventure time fanfic titled “eyes turned skyward” by bubblewrap leech. it’s an amazing fiolee multichapter story and i recommend you read it. and with that… i hope you enjoy!

Dating Bradley Baker would include:
  • When Bradley moved to London he had a hard time making friends
  • In fact, he was alone all the time
  • You’d meet him in the library, actually you’d stare at him
  • Awkwardness
  • One day you were sitting in the library and Bradley would have a panic attack
  • You rushed towards him and tried to calm him down
  • He didn’t trust you at all, but you were always there for him
  • When he noticed you wouldn’t give up he finally let you in
  • Talking about what happened
  • Getting closer everyday cause you’re the only one who’s helping him, apart from his mum and Ted
  • Everyone else just thinks he wants attention 
  • You’d always assure him that it’s okay
  • Caleb would try to get you together
  • Like playing romantic songs when you’re at Bradleys 
  • Or lighting some candles
  • Bradley would help you with your French
  • Flirting in French
  • You don’t understand what he’s saying till you look it up
  • Blushing like crazy
  • He’d be soooo proud of himself that he made you blush
  • Thinking it’s super cute
  • Constantly teasing each other
  • ‘Stop using my head as an arm rest Brad’
  • Bradley would confess his love in French
  • Library dates
  • Bradley frequently has nightmares about what happened
  • You wake up to his sobs and try to calm him down
  • ‘Calm down, love. He can’t hurt you anymore.’
  • ‘He didn’t hurt me, he was hurting you.’
  • You’d pull him closer to you and play with his hair while humming his favourite song
  • ‘ Brad I’m fine, he won’t ever hurt you again, or me.’
  • With those words he’d finally fall asleep, curled up against your side
  • You’d always wanna watch Disney movies while he wants to watch a horror or at least an action movie
  • He’d be sooooo whiny when you win again and watch yet again another Disney movie
  • Bradley would never admit it but he loved Beauty and the Beast
  • One day you catch him singing/humming ‘’Belle’’
  • You would always tease him about that
  • Only stopping when he finally admits he liked to movie
  • ‘I KNEW IT’ ‘Yes, you win. Be proud of yourself.’
  • Eskimo kisses
  • Bradley would shamelessly flirt with you in public
  • You getting flustered
  • He loves seeing you flustered so he shamelessly continues
  • Being super touchy
  • He’d always wanna hold hands
  • Just to know that you’re near
  • He loves being the little spoon
  • Caleb would catch you sleeping like that and he’d be teasing the hell out of you
  • Which leads to fights
  • You’d try to tear them apart but failing
  • Dragging Bradley away from his younger brother
  • Caleb would be so proud of himself cause he loves to tease his big brother
  • #relationshipgoals
  • His mum loves you and always asks Bradley when you’d be coming over again
  • ‘Leave those kids alone love.’ ‘But Ted they’re just too cute!’
  • Caleb would always groan or make sarcastic remarks whenever you kiss Bradley
  • ‘Get a room you two.’
  • Grabbing Bradleys hand and dragging him upstairs
  • ‘You’re gonna regret that Caleb, we have thin walls!’
  • Just sit on the bed and watch a movie but you just love teasing Caleb
  • Exploring your hometown together 
  • Planning your future together 
  • Making a bucketlist
  • Like going to Paris
  • Visiting the Louvre museum cause you’re giant nerds
  • Painting together
  • He’d be attaking your face with paint
  • ‘You look just like a Picasso painting’
  • You trowing more paint at him
  • ‘Oh look! It’s ‘’the Scream’’ by Edvard Munch.’
  • Laughing like idiots
  • Watching musicals together
  • Always singing along
  • ‘Stop staring at me, it’s creepy.’
  • ‘I can’t help it, you look too cute today.’
  • Late night calls