Pairing: phan. dan and phil. phil and dan. who else?
AU: Punk x Punk because I don’t see this enough
Warning: Swearing, sex, the usual. Top!phil bottom!dan
Author’s Note: send me asks/requests!!! I will write them!!!!! I need prompts!!!! also keep this out of the main dnp tags pls ty
Phil dangled his feet off the platform of the train, swinging them with the wind that travelled through the cars. He picked and bit at the skin around his nails. The bite of the February air stung his nose, making his already pale skin turn red. He could hear the train tilting, with the metals shifting against each other. Phil had nothing to worry about, though. These trains, this station, hadn’t been in service since 1978. These trains weren’t going anywhere.
request: Can you write about Harry getting a new personal trainer to help him get in shape (like boxing and cardio and stuff) and he gets set up with a really pretty girl and he really likes her but she won’t date her clients and he tries to persuade her and ya whatever you come up with!!!
i had a lot of fun writing this one so i hope you guys like it ((: a huge thank you to @stylishmuser for reading this over for me ily
You’re pounding away at the punching bag in your pastel pink gloves, sweat dripping down your forehead and french braids bouncing against your shoulders as music blasts through your headphones.
You’re expecting a new client soon and sometimes your nerves act up when that happens, knowing you’re an amazing personal trainer, but knowing sometimes men can’t see past your pretty body or your “girly” pink gloves. On top of that, you’d been informed that your new client was Harry Styles, former member of One Direction. The most high profile client you’d ever had.
You don’t hear him come in behind you as you’re hitting the bag as hard as you can to fight off your anxiety, sending it flying on the chain in the opposite direction. As it’s swinging back in your direction, you take the time to swing your leg around with the intention of kicking the bag in a more dramatic move than necessary. But as you twist your body your leg narrowly misses the man and he falls over trying to avoid a kick to the gut. In your shock you lose your balance and fall back on your butt, the bag swinging forward and colliding with your head instead of the foot it was meant for.
Ripping your headphones off and standing immediately, you tower over him, “Christ, don’t you know better than to sneak up on someone who’s training?”
“I’m sorry, I was trying to let you know I was here without startling you.” He stuck out his hand, “I’m Harry. It’s nice to meet you.”
what would happen if Dr. Iplier found Anti drunk and beaten up?
Doc is working late into the night when he hears a thud along with an angry string of curses in an Irish accent. Anti looks up at him when Dr. Iplier walks in, “Whoops, wrong floor…”
It doesn’t take a doctor to see that he’s drunk and that he’s been in some sort of fight. Dr. Iplier catches him before he can glitch away again and tries to get Anti to look at him. “Who did this to you?”
“Couple ‘o guys, big ones.” Anti tries to make a gesture of how tall they were, but finds it too painful. “But I think it was the girl that bit my leg,” he looks down at where his jeans have been cut away partially. “Guess I deserved it. I don’t know,” he slurs, leaning on the Doctor for support.
Doc shakes his head as he begins to walk Anti to one of the rooms with a bed. “This happen often?”
“More ‘n more recently,” Anti says, trying to count on his fingers but failing. “Think there’s somethin’ wrong with me, Doc.”
“Pent up aggression, if I had to guess,” he says, helping him to lie down. “You’re not used to controlling yourself like this. Here, do me a favor and take off those jeans so I can look at that bite wound.”
Anti sways where he sits and wiggles his eyebrows, “Aw, Doc, I betcha say that to all yer prettiest patients…”
Dr. Iplier reaches up and ruffles his hair. “Shut up, Anti. I just want to make sure it won’t get infected. Not to mention I’m pretty sure there’s more vomit than pants left anyway.”
Anti shrugs and pulls the ruined fabric away so that Doc can look at the bite on his calf. “‘m I gunna die?”
“I’m sorry, but no, not yet anyway. But I am going to prescribe an anti-biotic just to be safe.” Doc walks over to a metal closet in the corner of the room and rummages through the extra pairs of clothes he has there. Finally he finds a pair of sweatpants that will fit Anti and tosses them at him. “Here, put these on, and this,” a shirt follows quickly afterwards.
Anti changes clothes and then gets up like he’s going to leave, but Dr. Iplier gets between him and the door. “Not yet. You and I are going to have a little chat about this.”
Anti rolls his eyes up to look at the Doc. “Are ya serious? Yer not my dad, ya know that right? And I could always just glitch where I wanna go.” To prove his point, Anti glitches behind him and starts to walk away.
Doc just shrugs. “Then go if you want, but keep in mind that eventually Oliver is going to find out about this. And I imagine he won’t be too happy when he does, and you don’t want to worry him, do you?”
Anti stops and turns around.
“Not to mention what he might think if you never came home one night.” Doc turns to look at Anti over his shoulder. “Do you really want to do that to him?”
Anti swallows and twitches his neck so that he glitches onto the hospital bed again. “Fine.”
Doc shrugs off his white coat and takes off his reflective headband as he sits down across from Anti. “I just want to help, you know that right?”
You had known all of the Sons for quite a while socially, but this time you were here on business. Your car was in at TM, getting fixed, and you were just coming by to see whether the mechanics were done with it. It was evening, but Chibs had agreed to keep the garage open a little later than usual for you as a favour. While you got along with everybody, you’d always gotten along best with the Scotsman, so you were looking forward to seeing him one-on-one, a rare occurrence as usually he was surrounded by the other club members.
Still, nothing could have prepared you for what you found as you walked across the compound towards the garage.
Another holiday themed drabble coming to you hot and fresh of my google docs. There is only one more left and it should (hopefully maybe) be posted on New Years Eve. Of course, the story will involve Prompto. Keep an eye out if you’re interested for that. In the mean time, enjoy some Christmas Day fluff with Prince Noctis.
The dream filled sleep you usually savored already hastily faded into an unusual wakeful joy. You wiggled from your Prince’s tight, yet gentle grasp, squirming your body around to face him. The warm embrace of his arms coddled you over the toasty warmth of the cozy comforter you both cuddled under.
His arms were your safe haven that shaded you from the busy world of politics he and (more recently) you have been forced to face.
He still laid soundly asleep.
His glittering azure eyes remained hidden behind softly shut eyelids. His pale pink lips rested together in a perfect fit.
His dependable unkempt hair sat in whisps against his forehead…
a/n: SURPRISE!! sorry for keeping you all waiting but it’s finally here, also, originally this part was 5k but i felt like that was too long so i ended up cutting it in half and will post this section tonight and the other section… I’ll think about when to post ;) so enjoy!
affinity-a spontaneous or natural liking for someone or something
You knocked at the bathroom door as Changkyun showered, “I need to brush my teeth” you said, leaning close to the door. “Go for it” he replied and you opened the door and stepped inside, the steam fogging up the mirror above the sink. You reached for your toothbrush and put the toothpaste on it, “Um…” you said quietly, inaudible due to the sound of the water running from the shower-head. You were tempted to tell Changkyun you had finally ended things with your date, but you considered your rant from the other night to be the cause of your annoyance from that day’s argument and the alcohol.
You stared at your toothbrush for a second before putting it in your mouth and beginning to brush.Shaking your head, you continued brushing as the water stopped, making you turn towards the shower curtain. “Can you give me my towel?” Changkyun asked and you left your toothbrush in your mouth to hand him his towel, throwing it over the curtain. “Thanks” he said and you hummed, finally finishing up and rinsing your mouth.
As you rinsed off your toothbrush, Changkyun pushed aside the shower curtain and stepped out with the towel around his hips. Water dripped from his hair as you offered him a quick side glance and turned back to your own task. As Changkyun stepped out of the bathroom you smirked to yourself and dried your hands, “Nice washboard abs!” you said loudly for Changkyun to hear.“Didn’t think you cared!” you heard Changkyun shout from his bedroom, making you laugh. “I don’t!” you shouted back, stepping out onto the hallway. As you made your way into your bedroom, Changkyun left his own and followed after you, laying down on your bed as you stood at its end, quirking an eyebrow at him.
“What do you want? Scoot” you said with a smile as you gestured for him to move. Changkyun moved and you laid next to him, hugging your pillow to your chest as you leaned against your headboard. “We should cook something” Changkyun stated, getting comfortable under your blankets. “Cook something as in scrambled eggs or cook something as in reheat leftovers?” you said sarcastically and turned to him. Changkyun rolled his eyes and scoffed, “No like actually cook something or burn the apartment trying” he said and you chuckled.
“Ah I see, well we need to go buy stuff for it” you said, slouching down and extending your legs. “Obviously. I highly doubt we can make much with leftovers and like, ramen” Changkyun commented almost through a mumble.You grinned and threw your pillow at him, “Smartass” you said, catching a glimpse of a small grin on Changkyuns lips. You turned away and stared blankly at the wall, finding it in you to just get the gossip over with because you were roommates but you were also good friends too.“I ended things with date guy” you blurted and the room suddenly felt too quiet.
Changkyun sat up slowly and leaned against the headboard as well, “Oh… Are you, okay?” he asked hesitantly. You nodded reassuringly and smiled, “Yea it was better like this” you stated and Changkyun offered you a smirk before looking away.“What now?” he then asked as he turned to you. You met his gaze and noticed his hair was still wet, but rested lightly on his forehead without sticking. You realized the closeness between the two of you as you shifted and felt your arms rub, making you avert your gaze from his quickly and shrug. “Don’t know, moving on I guess” you said through a small chuckle.
Changkyun nodded, “Moving on it is” he let out with an exhale a he stood up and stretched. You looked up at him and smiled, “So, are we going grocery shopping or?” you questioned. Changkyun ran his hands through his hair, pushing it away from his forehead and you raised your eyebrows, “Wow, you need to push your hair away from your face more often” you commented in awe. Changkyun furrowed his eyebrows together and stared at you, “What?” he asked and you could tell he was confused, making you giggle. “Like, you should do your hair away from your face, you got a nice forehead” you joked and Changkyun grinned, “First my abs and now my hair? I didn’t think you cared” Changkyun said with a wink as he headed for your bedroom door.
You reached for your pillow and threw it at him once more, “I don’t!” you shouted as he laughed, throwing the pillow back at you and leaving your room. “Are we getting groceries or not?”
“It’s been like, a month, where have you been lately?” you asked softly as Changkyun ate across from you while you drank coffee. He stared at his plate as he took another bite, leaving a few seconds of silence hang between the two of you. “Busy” was all he said and you brought your coffee to your lips, taking a sip as you watched him.
“Is it your girlfriend?” you asked and Changkyun visibly tensed before you. The reaction made you want to crack a smile but you refrained from doing so and looked away. “Does this mean you two are doing better now?” you asked tentatively in worry that all this might be you crossing a line. Changkyun chewed his food with patience and finished off the last of his meal, standing up and taking his plate with him. “Yea, I dunno, it’s whatever” he said and you knitted your eyebrows in surprise as you looked at him. “Wow, um, that’s kind of… Jerkish of you” you said and Changkyun shrugged, washing his plate.
“Didn’t take you for the jerk type” you muttered as you took another sip of your coffee. You held back from scolding him for being a bad boyfriend and instead let curiosity gnaw at you. Things were probably really bad between them two but you wondered why you’d been seeing so little of him or why he’d been so distant. Maybe she was the jealous type? Did she even know he had a girl as a roommate? Was that why he was having problems with her? Was he going through the same thing you had a month ago?
That same day, as you and your friend ate lunch during your break, those same questions bombarded you from her end. “But then again, if I were him, I wouldn’t tell my girlfriend I had a female roommate, that’s like, a death wish” your friend concluded and you groaned as you placed your hand on your chin while resting your elbow on the table. “I dunno… I mean, ever since we found out about each other’s relationships and all, things are just weird” you commented, taking another bite of your sandwich. Your friend wiggled her eyebrows at you and grinned. “You mean cuddle sessions are getting cold or what?” she said and your eyes widened. “What are you even saying? We’re just friends and we share a couch” you retorted and she guffawed. “Y/N, I love you, but my god you need to stop being so oblivious or stop pretending to be” your friend stated, her words sending a small pang of pain to your chest.
“You lost me” you said, sitting back in your chair and frowning. Your friend sighed and bit her bottom lip, “Look, I didn’t say anything before because I’m your friend and I root for you all the way but from the things you’ve told me that you and Changkyun do together, I can totally see why date guy was paranoid and why Changkyun’s girlfriend might want to dump him” she replied and you stared at her stupefied. “What?” you managed softly, almost timidly, feeling yourself shrink in your seat. Your friend sighed, her smile diminishing as her face took on sympathy. “All I’m saying is that, whether you label your relationship as a friendship or roommates, there’s no hiding that your dates are gonna have to know how to share” she stated and you further furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
Your friend seemed to notice your puzzlement and sighed, running her hands through her face before speaking again. “Y/N, roommate guy and you, cuddle, watch movies together, share the bathroom at the same time, know each other’s likes and dislikes, eat from the same fork, know your schedules, and see each other every day. I don’t want to sound mean because frankly I’m envious, but the only things from full on making this a relationship is the fact that neither of you is gay and that there are separate beds to keep you apart at night” she said through a chuckle.“I mean, you even wear his clothes sometimes and he’s totally okay with it” she added, sitting back and drinking from her coffee.
You gaped at her and held your head in your hands. ”Oh my god I’m a friggin idiot” you said through a whine. “Barely noticed? Now, there’s a catch to all of this” your friend added confidently as she gave you a side glance. “Please don’t say it” you begged, not able to finish up your sandwich as you dreaded and nearly feared whatever was about to come out of her mouth next. “Y/N, maybe he doesn’t have a girlfriend” she commented and you nearly fell off the chair you were sitting on. “What the hell?” you blurted and your friend snorted. “Not what you thought I’d say?” she asked and you looked down at your lap as you picked at your nails with a shake of your head.
“You need to end it” Changkyun’s friend said as he leaned back onto the couch, taking a swig from his beer. Changkyun ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “How am I supposed to just walk out on her like that after all this time?” he asked and his friend hummed. “Well, you should’ve thought about that before falling for her” his friend commented with a shrug. Changkyun pressed his knuckles to his lips in thought and shook his head. His friend watched him and patted Changkyun’s back, “Why haven’t you told her anything?” he asked and Changkyun’s jaw tightened. “Because, I never planned for this to happen…” his voice trailed off, making his friend sigh loudly. “Wait, does she think you’re-” his friend started but Changkyun cut him off. “Gay? No, she doesn’t” he said, cocking one eyebrow as he stared at his friend incredulously.
“Okay that’s good” his friend nodded but then chuckled, “How the fuck did you get her into thinking you’re with someone?” he asked and Changkyun whined and covered his face. “I don’t know… I hate myself…” he said, laying down on the couch and putting his legs on his friends lap, just as he always did with you. His friend pushed his legs off of him and grinned. “Dumbass” he remarked, getting another beer bottle for himself.
It was around four in the morning when you heard the slamming of doors and harsh shuffling in the living room. You sat up in your bed and squinted in the dark, rubbing your eyes and scooting off the bed. You moved slowly towards your bedroom door and opened it slightly, peeking through the gap to see if Changkyun was anywhere.
The noise continued so you stepped out and headed towards the living room where you found Changkyun sitting at the couch. He slouched over onto his knees and ran his hands through his hair in an exasperated manner. “Changkyun” you whispered and he turned his head to look over his shoulder. You knitted your eyebrows together in concern as you approached him and sat by his side. “Are you drunk?” you asked softly and Changkyun shook his head slowly. “Are you okay?” you asked as he ran his hands through his hair again, this time slower and lazier.
“I’m fine, sorry for waking you” he said, suddenly rising to his feet and leaving. He made his way to his bedroom and shut the door. You sat in your spot, hugging your arms and frowning. He didn’t sound drunk, and he didn’t smell like alcohol either.
After vacuuming, cleaning, dusting off furniture, getting rid of old papers and organizing books through the apartment and your bedroom, you moved into Changkyun’s room, deciding you would be generous and at least help him straighten up his stuff. While making his bed, you spotted a pile of papers on his night stand and carefully began piling them neatly. As you shuffled them in your hands, you read the list of addresses and phone numbers on the topmost paper. You knitted your eyebrows at the names of the addresses, recognizing the locations as apartment complexes near your area or further in the city. Just then, Changkyun entered the room. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice filling the room and you gasped in surprise, dropping the papers to the floor.
“Shit, you scared me, I thought you’d get here way later?” you said, kneeling down and grabbing all the papers. Changkyun kneeled as well and picked them up quickly, “I’ll get them” he said, making you look at him as you pressed your lips together and stood up. “I was just cleaning up a bit, try keeping it tidy for a few days yeah?” you said and Changkyun hummed. “Do any of your friends need help finding an apartment or did you get tired of having me clean after you?” you joked but Changkyun stiffened at your words, clearing his throat and stacking his papers together only to shove them into his top drawer hastily.
“You don’t clean after me, liar. Today is just one of those days when the impostor takes over and cleans” Changkyun stated and you glared at him. “Well maybe you’re tired of having the impostor clean after you” you retorted and Changkyun grinned. “Get out impostor, I wanna nap and your nagging only makes me sleepier” he said and you smacked his chest, making him chuckle as he took off his shoes and lied down. “You’re such a jerk” you stated and Changkyun shrugged, “I guess I am”.
“No, no, you do NOT want me navigating. I’ll accidentally drive us off a
cliff.” from this list. Requested by anon.
Pairing: Baron Corbin x unnamed OC
Word Count: 700+
Warnings: Tiniest bit of swearing - most of my work has swearing, get used to it.
Author’s Note: I’m not terribly familiar with Baron, but I tried for nonny. He seems like a sweetheart, big teddy bear in real life so that’s kinda what I went for instead of his brooding, heel character. Hand holding and head scritches.
Request: “Hi! I was
wondering if you could do a Newt x reader where the reader is sort of like Newt
but instead of studying rare magical creatures, the reader is interested in
plants. Like maybe Newt agitates one on one of his adventures and the reader
helps him out but yells at him for being so stupid and almost damaging the
plant. Newt sort of realizes that maybe he should have paid better attention in
Herbology and suggests they could explore places together. I really love your
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader
Word Count: 1691
A/n: omg I lov this idea so much – maybe if you guys like this I could
do part 2?
Newt grunted as the baby Diricrawl escaped his grasp, apparating
towards a large, thorny stump.
“Come back here!” Newt whisper-shouted. “I’m trying to get you
back to your family.”
The little dodo like creature didn’t listen, running towards the
shrivelled brown trunk. Newt chased after it, stopping with a huff as it shook,
frozen in the middle of the clearing. Newt placed his hands on his hips,
squatting down to decrease the threatening manner of his height. He held out a
gentle hand for the bird, whispering encouraging words towards the frightened
creature. It had been separated from the rest of its nest when poachers had
killed its mother. Newt had rescued the rest of the baby chicks, but the last
one was very reluctant to go anywhere near another human being.
“Come now little one, I won’t hurt you.” He cooed, scooping the
small bird into his hand. He beamed down at it as he carefully laid out his
case, letting the newborn join his brothers and sisters inside.
Newt sat down with a sigh, running the back of his hand over his
forehead to rid himself of the sweat that had formed in the chase. He stood,
only to feel a piecing jab in his side. He looked down to see 3 large thorns
poking out from the side of his shirt. Blood started to form around the pricks,
and Newt pulled the thorns from his skin. They didn’t penetrate deeply, but
they stung worse than a Occamy nip. Newt’s head shot up at the sound of rumbling.
Around him, the brown thorny plant had encircled his body. The thick tendons of
the bush had an underlying, pulsating green, covered by many threatening
needle-like thorns. Newt’s eyes widened as he looked around, realising his
Summary: Reader is in her room at the bunker when she spot a creature from the depts. of hell. Can Sam and Dean help?
Flipping the switch to turn on the lights, your gaze rested on your most prized possession. Your room. That room had your OWN bed and your OWN bathroom. Traveling with the Winchesters and hunting in general meant nasty motels, sharing a room with one of the boys (If it was Dean than you rather go and have a pet hellhound), and the water pressure in the motels was practically not there.
The hunt you had just finish was rough. A pack of werewolf’s teamed up with vampires and the death toll was higher than you had ever seen. In the end the pack and nest were killed and you had a couple of stitches. After particular cases you enjoyed a nice long bath. That’s what started up.
Running the water for the bath, you went to collect you clothes. You went headed into the tub when a furry creature made you screech like a banshee. It was a eight legged tarantula on the marble wall of your bathroom. The scream you released must have been loud because Sam and Dean bolted into the bathroom holding a shot gun and a demon knife in Deans grasp. “What happened? What is it?”
You were on the bathroom counter in the corner. “That thing from hell is on my wall!”
The brothers head spun over to the wall to see the large spider. “HOLY SHIT!” Dean spun around and leapt behind the younger Winchester. Sam just stood there staring at the creature.
“KILL IT ALREADY!! KILL IT WITH FIRE!” Sam just took the butt of the gun and hit the Tarantula. The spider was fell into the bathtub where Sam scooped it up and flushed it down your toilet. “You hunt demons and your afraid of spiders?”
You’ve been hunting since practically day one and you are afraid of clowns?” You shot back at the long haired brother. “The deed is done. Come on Dean we have research to finish.”
“Maybe I should watch over (Y/N). After all she just had an awful scare.” Dean wiggled his eyebrows at the suggestion. “Nope. Thanks to my knights with shotguns, I can now bathe in peace.” You ushered them out the door and continued with your shower. Little did you know Dean was ordering fake spiders to hide around the bunker.
Description: Hello ^^ Could you do a scenarios where Hyungwon’s crush is pushed to confess to him by the members but she’s a bit awkward and sensitive so she’s embarrassed ? Have a nice day~ -@mnemosymedream
A/N: I’m so sorry I’m giving this to you so late @mnemosymedream. Last week I had finals and then this week I’ve been trying to finish up college applications before winter break. Anyway hopefully you enjoy this.
Disclaimer: This story contains cheating. Solangelo cheats with each other not on each other. Please do not read if angst or cheating triggers you.
Keep in mind I have a plot and I am not a horrible person, this is all fiction and entertainment.
Note: After the line break, it is OPTIONAL to continue reading. This chapter may be particularly controversial.
“I don’t know, I don’t think that’s a good color,” Paolo
“Well it’s a good thing you won’t be the one wearing it,”
Will answered. He looked in the mirror. In the reflection, he could see Paolo’s
shocked expression. “What?”
“Nothing,” he answered. “I think the gray one looks better.”
Will frowned. “I like this one. Dark blue is better to me.”
Paolo rolled his eyes. “Then why did you bother asking me?”
Will ignored him and went to take a shower. There was a
company dinner where Paolo worked. Will wasn’t too sure what to do about the
fact that he’d have to see Nico with Percy tonight, but he figured if he had
made the choice to lie to Paolo and Percy, then he deserved the discomfort of
seeing Nico with him. Besides, Nico would be seeing Will with Percy too. Not
that it was comparable. Paolo simply acted like Will was a close family friend
rather than his boyfriend.
When he got out of the shower, he got dressed and sprayed
himself with cologne and fixed his hair. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t
doing it all with Nico in mind.
In one more week, he and Nico would be in another city, and
for a few days, Will wouldn’t have to pretend. One more week.
“Come on, we’re going to be late,” Percy said tugging Nico
away from the mirror. “You look amazing. I’ll have to ward off waiters and
waitresses left and right.” Nico laughed and pinched his side.
They got in the car and drove to the ballroom where the
dinner would be held at. Despite himself, Nico searched the parking lot for
Will or Paolo’s car. He nearly missed an available parking spot for it.
He and Percy got out of the car, and immediately, Percy took
his hand. Nico hoped that it wouldn’t be too awkward. This would be the first
time since they went bowling that the four of them would be together.
As they walked in, Nico had to greet several bosses and
coworkers with Percy introducing him to them for the first time. He couldn’t
keep track of the names, and frankly he was more interested in finding Will. It
wasn’t until Percy led him to a table that they found them.
Immediately, Nico’s breath caught. Will was dressed in a
dark blue tux with a golden vest peeking out from under the blazer. His hair,
which was usually set in unruly golden waves all around his head was now neatly
tucked behind his ear. It was incredibly similar to what he’d worn to their
prom, to which he went with his cousin and Nico went to with his sister because
nobody was supposed to know about them.