because face off was so good last night

anonymous asked:

Wooo the thing of their first time it's epic! Buuuut I have a question. How the Weasley were always so oblivious of harry's presence in Ginny's room at the Burrow?All night long!I want to know their secret 😂

Ginny was able to hide from her brothers that she stole their brooms to practice quidditch (without magic!), I’m sure she was pretty able to hide the fact she was having sex with her boyfriend? :D haha To be honest, it was in the middle of night, so… everyone was sleeping - and not all brothers were there.

After hours of a very good sleep, Ginny told Harry to leave because “They are about to wake up” and Harry really got up to do it. Then he asked for his shirt back. She took it off of her body. They had sex again. Because you know, Harry can just apparate from there in an emergency.

Buuuuuuut… when he went down the stairs for breakfast after taking a shower Harry was actually freaking out. His face was literally screaming “I had sex with Ginny Weasley” so when he saw Ron, he was like: “Morning!” and he even shook Mr. Weasley’s hand before joining them in the table, which was something really odd, but no one questioned him.

Expecting someone asking him why he slept in Ginny’s room last night, preparing his mind for a very good lie and excuse, he was really surprised when she was the one who did, pretty smoothly:

“Did you sleep well? You’ve been trouble sleeping.”
“Yeah, I slept great.”

She winked at him when no one was looking.

- and of course Mrs. Weasley knew what happened because she was just like Ginny at her age.

THE REST OF YOUR LIFE | BEN PLATT

BEN PLATT X READER

SUMMARY: Y/N and Ben are finally trying to tell each other how they feel- it just takes a little more effort and time than expected.

A/N: in honor of ben winning his tony !!! this is my first time writing for a deh cast member and tbh it makes me really nervous but i hope you guys like this !! it was originally longer but the whole got deleted so i had to rewrite it (which was very frustrating) enjoy!

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Y/N wasn’t mad that she didn’t get to go to the Tony Awards with Ben. In fact, when he asked her she had declined. She didn’t like being in big crowd, and being with him would make her on the receiving end of a lot of unwanted attention. She was perfectly content to sit on her couch and cheer her friends on inside her small apartment. She clapped and whooped each time Dear Evan Hansen won an award, but she screamed the loudest when Ben won his. She hadn’t doubted for a second that he would win, but seeing him standing on that stage, trying not to cry and giving his beautiful speech, it was hard not to be excited. Plus, Ben had promised that if celebrating was in order, then they would celebrate the day after with just the two of them. She thought it was a much better idea to have Ben all to herself rather than standing with him in front of a bunch of cameras.

And he held true to his promise. The day after the Tonys there was music blasting in Y/N’s apartment as her and Ben made cookies and danced crazily. The entirety of the tiny complex was filled to the brim with joy. As Y/N went to get bowls for the both of them for the ice cream that had set out, Ben snatched her hand and twirled her around. She laughed loudly as they started to sway and bounce win time to the music. He was holding her like they were at a high school dance. More than that, he was holding her like they were at a high school dance together.

The thing about Ben winning the Tony was that Olivia had offered Y/N a deal: if Ben won, she would have to tell him that she liked him in more than just a friendly way. She hadn’t taken the deal, because she’d known that the chances of him winning were too high and she wasn’t ready to tell him yet. She wasn’t ready to risk nine years of friendship just because she had some stupid crush that wouldn’t go away. But standing there with his hand resting on her back and his eyes staring into hers, she was considering it. It would be so easy to just let the words slip and relieve her of the weight that’d been sitting on her shoulders for years. Their dancing started to slow until they had stopped moving all together.

But he was still holding her. If she wasn’t mistaken, his grip was tightening. And she was almost positive that he was leaning, because she sure as hell was. They were so close, definitely closer than they’d been when they started dancing. Just a little bit more space to cover and they would’ve been kissing.

Except then the oven went off and they sprung apart. Ben rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and stumbled over his words. “Right, um, the cookies! We have to get the cookies.”

His voice shocked Y/N out of her trance and she plastered a smile on her face and nodded. They spent the rest of the evening eating and watching The Wizard of Oz, a safe distance away from each other.

It wasn’t until after Ben had left and Y/N was laying in bed that it hit her - He’d been leaning in. Ben had been about to kiss her just as much as she’d been about to kiss him. She couldn’t have imagined that, could she? He had been getting closer, hadn’t he? If he had…. Well, if he had, that changed everything.

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Ben was a bit confused while getting ready the day after he’d been at Y/N’s. He had gone over confident, ready to tell her how he felt, but then he just kept putting it off. And then they were dancing. And then they weren’t. And then he’d been leaning in - and he was pretty sure she had been doing the same. It was the perfect opportunity. And, really, standing there with her and watching her smile like that and her eyes dazzle, how could he resist?

Except they hadn’t kissed, and from then on they kept an achingly big distance between them. He hadn’t told her how he felt. Will and Mike were going to give him hell for it, he was sure, but more than that it completely diminished his confidence.

Sure enough, as soon as he walked into the theater Will and Mike were by his side.

“Did you tell her?” Will asked, smiling widely. Ben glanced over at Mike to see that he was wearing a matching smile.

“Well…..”

“You didn’t do it, did you?” Mike sighed.

“I tried! But I just…. couldn’t.” He let his shoulders sag as a frown found its way into his face.

“You gotta do it sometime, buddy, and today’s as good a day as any,” Will spoke as he and Mike started to walk away.

“You can do it!” Mike cheered. Ben smiled slightly at his friends encouragements, but there was still the weight of not having told her resting on his shoulders. He’d made a deal with Mike and Will that if he won the Tony he would tell Y/N how he felt, but he’d only agreed to it because he didn’t think he was going to win.

The idea of possibly ruining what he had with Y/N absolutely petrified him.

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Y/N made it a priority to come to the theater at least once a week to visit everyone. Usually, the first thing she did when she arrived was find Ben and greet him if he wasn’t too busy. This time was different. This time she sprinted through the halls, desperately hoping she wouldn’t run into Ben, until she made it to Laura’s dressing room. She’d already texted Laura, Kristolyn, and Olivia that she needed to talk to them, so she knew they were all waiting for her. The moment she opened the door their eyes were on her.

“Hey, Y/N! What’s this big thing you have to talk about?” Laura asked cheerfully.

“It’s about Ben.” The minute she said it the atmosphere changed. All three girls (and most of the cast and crew) knew about Y/N’s crush on Ben, and they could tell from the nervous look on her face that what she was going to say wasn’t necessarily good news. They waited silently in anticipation.

“Last night he came over for a mini Tony celebration, just the two of us. But while he was there we were dancing and he had his arm around me and then we stopped dancing and I was pretty sure he was going to kiss me but now I’m doubting it because the oven went off so it didn’t happen and I’m not entirely sure if he was actually going to kiss me, but I really wanted him to, you know? Not to mention that now that I’ve started thinking about it I can’t stop and I’m kind of concerned that I might need someone to physically restrain me from kissing him when I see him.”

She panted slightly from having talked so fast as they stared at her in shock. Suddenly, Olivia squealed. “He was going to kiss you? That’s amazing!” Y/N opened her mouth to explain that no, that was stressful, but she was cut off.

“If you’re expecting us to restrain you, don’t count on it,” Kristolyn piped in.

“Oh yeah, I’m not contributing to anything that keeps you two from finally getting together,” Laura grinned. Her friends were excited about this, she realized. That was a bit annoying, but also kind of endearing. She sat down as they started talking about her and Ben, dishing out advice on how to tell him how she felt about him.

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Ben knocked nervously in Rachel’s dressing room door. She opened it with a smile and he mustered on up in return, but let it drop when the anxiousness began to take over his expression again.

“Could I talk to you?” He asked. “You know, fake son to fake mom?” She looked him over with concern as she let him in. He wasn’t even in costume and he looked more like Evan than he did Ben.

“What’s wrong, honey?” She asked worriedly.

“It’s about a girl….” He trailed off and her face lit up. She knew as well as everyone that if Ben was having girl troubles it was about Y/N, and if there were troubles that meant that something had finally happened.

“I was over at Y/N’s last night and I almost did it. I almost kissed her, told her that I loved her, the whole deal. I didn’t get to, but I still want to - I just don’t know how. Every time I’m with her I just can’t do it.” He looked at her pleadingly and she gave him a small smile.

“This is gonna sound like really bad advice, but you’ve just got to tell her, Ben. Start talking, and once you do, trust me, you won’t be able to stop. I’ve seen the way you are with her, you’ve got a lot to say.” Ben nodded with confidence and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and a thank you. And then he was out the door and on his way to find Y/N.

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Y/N was sitting in Ben’s dressing room a little while before the show. She’d been slightly avoiding Ben all day, but now she was waiting for him. Though half of her hoped he wouldn’t be stopping by before the show started. She knew it had to happen the next time she saw him, but it terrified her.

She looked up, startled, when the door opened and closed quickly. Suddenly, Ben was in the room with her. He leaned against the door and sighed, running a hand over his face with his eyes closed. When he opened them he made a noise of surprise at Y/N’s presence and she smiled softly at him. She couldn’t help what he did to her - he made everything seem better. When they were together everything seemed easier.

“How long have you been here? I’ve been looking all over for you,” He said. He looked nervous, and Y/N wondered if he was already in character or if he was genuinely anxious about something.

“Not too long, I’ve been all around today. I wanted to see you before the show, though.” He smiled at the thought of her waiting in hopes of seeing him.

“That’s good, I actually have something I wanted to talk to you about.” He looked over at her and she watched him expectantly. “Um, Rachel said I should just start talking, so - uh - here goes nothing.” He took a deep breath, and then began to speak.

“We’ve been friends for a really long time, and I think it’s probably time that you should know - the first time I ever saw you I stopped breathing. You looked so gorgeous. You literally took my breath away, and you still do - every day. One time - and I can’t even remember what we were laughing about - but we were in your apartment and laughing like crazy. We couldn’t stop. I remember looking around and thinking ‘I could do this for the rest of my life. I could spend the rest of my life laughing with you and I’d be happy. I’d be so happy.’ And then I looked over at you, and you looked so beautiful. You always look so beautiful. I looked at you, and it hit me. And I sat there thinking 'wow, so this is what being in love feels like.’” He laughed nervously, avoiding looking at her, scared that she might be disgusted or be looking at him with pity.

“Y/N,” he took another deep breath and looked her in the eyes. She was staring at him with wonder, but he couldn’t tell if she was happy or not. “I am so completely in love with you.”

The silence was painful. Deafening. The silence made it clear to him that he’d ruined it. He’d messed everything up. He looked down at his shoes to avoid having to look at her.

“I love you too.” His head snapped up as her voice reached his ears. She was smiling bigger than he’d ever seen and her eyes were filled with tears. “I can’t believe I came here to tell that I love you and you beat me to it,” she laughed. He stared at her in shock as she felt the happiness filling her up.

“Okay, real quick because I’ve been saying this in my head for a few hours now and I need to say it out loud: Ben, when I first met you I knew. I knew I wanted to be with you forever. Maybe platonically, maybe romantically - it didn’t really matter. But then it did. Then it did because every day I found something new about you that I loved. Every day I could feel myself falling in love, and it felt so damn good. Being in love with you makes me so happy.”

They were standing in front of each other smiling. And then he was leaning in, and then she was leaning in, and they were both one hundred percent positive that the other was doing it this time. Except then someone called out for Ben because the show was starting in only a few minutes.

He apologized profusely before running out and towards the stage. She smiled as she watched him go. She waited for the entire show in his dressing room. He didn’t make it back for intermission, but that was okay. Mostly because it was just around when intermission ended that she realized he had said something along the lines of wanting to spend the rest of his life with her.

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When the show ended the cast were all grouped together backstage in their pre-show dance party hallway. They were all rushing with adrenaline from the show and the applause from the audience, excitedly talking. All except Ben - he was strangely quiet.

“Are you feeling okay?” Jennifer asked with a motherly type concern. He was about to respond when they heard shouts from down the hallway.

“Ben!” They all turned to see Y/N bounding down the hallway until she stopped in front in Ben, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry, just have to make sure, did you say you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” He nodded with a smile as everyone watched with wide eyes. “Oh, thank god,” she breathed.

And then her arms were around his neck and his were around her waist and they were finally kissing. Everybody was cheering by the time they pulled apart, and they both stared at each other with wide smiles.

Discreetly, Will, Mike, and Olivia high fived in the background of all the commotion.

Making out with... Doyoung

MASTERLIST

Anon: First make out with doyoung, pleease!

Anon! Here is your request! I hope you like it and please send in feedback so I can improve my blog :-D 

Bisous,

Flo xx

Originally posted by taesyong

my loyalty towards tae is really testing me doyoung looked so good this comeback like srsly he is such bf material lol i love him 

  • Very playful
  • Starts with Eskimo kisses where he just rubs his nose against yours
  • Then kisses your nose
  • And forehead
  • And cheeks
  • And then a lot of quick pecks on your lips
  • You usually make out before sleeping
  • You’ll be wrapped in his arms
  • A lot of pillow talk
  • Then he’ll start kissing you everywhere
  • This makes you laugh and giggle at this boy
  • Since you’re very ticklish
  • And he knows it lol
  • When he gets to your lips, he’ll be smiling the entire way through
  • It gets deep most of the time obvs
  • He usually gives you quick pecks during the day
  • So this is your only chance to really go for it lmao
  • He’ll hum a lot too
  • Out of pleasure
  • Which makes it even better because the vibrations rush straight to you know sensitive areas lmao
  • Likes to rub his hands on your waist
  • He likes the curve of it and how his hand fits perfectly
  • very messy kisser too
  • A lot of saliva exchanged
  • But u don’t care because its doyoung lol
  • Honestly though
  • His mouth would be quite open too
  • Letting you take dominance over the kiss
  • Make outs will last anything from 10 minutes to half an hour
  • It’s a good way to pass the time
  • When he pulls away, he’ll smile so widely
  • Literally its like you’ve had sex or something with him
  • He’s happy enough to just kiss you
  • Goes around for the rest of the day showing off
  • “Ya know, Y/N and I kissed last night”
  • “What the fuck, get out my face Doyoung”
  • “OOOOOOOO! YUTA’S JEALOUS HAHHAHA”
  • You feel so embarrassed afterwards
  • And vow never to kiss him again
  • But that never happens lets be honest
  • It makes you happy to see him happy because of it though
  • It just makes you want to kiss him more
  • Doyoung would be very playful and giggly when making out with you - he couldn’t control himself around you hahah

Making out with… series

About Last Night (Trimberly)

Trini walked into the kitchen. The wood felt cold under her bare feet, but she could smell the bacon and that’s what drew her. 

“Morning,” Kim looked over her shoulder and smiled before turning her attention back to the pan on the stove. 

“Good morning,” Trini replied happily. She walked over to her girlfriend, wearing nothing but a yellow tank top and black boyshorts. “Great morning.” She corrected herself as she wrapped her arms around Kim’s slim waist. 

She wasn’t tall enough to peek over Kim’s shoulder to see the pan, but her nose told her it was full of delicious food. 

“What did I do to deserve this?” Trini killed Kim’s exposed shoulder before pulling away and walking over to take a seat at the table. 

“You mean besides last night?” Kim smirked, taking the rest of the bacon from the pan and placing it carefully on a plate. 

Trini lifted an eyebrow cockily as she watched Kim walk over with two plates of food. Kim had opted for a lacy pink bra and grey sweats. 

“Last night was memorable.” Trini watched as Kim put a full plate of food down in front of her and quickly grabbed a slice of bacon. 

“Did you check to see if we actually broke the bed?” Kim asked, picking up her fork and spearing some eggs. 

“It’s all good, the frame just bent a little.” Trini chewed on the end of her bacon. “But I fixed it.” 

“I don’t know what got into us last night.” Kim chewed, trying to keep the smirk off her face. 

“You have no idea?” Trini teased picking up her own fork and moving her food around as she stared playfully at Kim from across the table. “It couldn’t have been you rubbing my thigh under the table all night. Or you happening to brush against me so I can feel your breasts against my back. It probably had nothing to do with you pushing me against the wall of the elevator and ripping my only good shirt to shreds because you couldn’t wait until we got back to the house.”

Trini saw Kim’s cheeks flush the same pink color as her bra. “You just bring out that side of me.” 

“I can’t say I mind at all. Though my clothing may mind a little.” Trini winked, putting a forkful of eggs in her mouth. 

“If you never wear clothing it would solve both of our problems.” Kim suggested, the strap of her bra just happening to fall at that moment. 

Trini’s eyes flashed over to see the fabric dangling off Kim’s body. “Uh.” Trini’s mouth was still full of food. 

“I’m sure you need a rest after last night.” Kim pushed back her chair and let the other strap of her bra fall off her shoulder. “Maybe I’ll go take a shower.” 

Kim walked out of the room and Trini almost choke from swallowing so fast before she took off after her. The chair she was sitting in almost toppling to the ground. 

“I’ll show you tired!”  

Hungover

Hello, Love bugs.

Dan X Reader

Warnings- swears

Could I send in a cheeky request if you’re not too busy for a fluffy fic of being hungover with Dan?? Also, You’re absolutely beautiful. X -Anon


How is it birds can be too loud? Because they seemed to manage it pretty easily this morning outside Dan’s big window. You gave a loud moan of disapproval as Dan Pulled the blankets around him tighter. He was always terrible at sharing the blankets on a good day. Let alone a day where the two of you had drunk your faces off the night before. Dan had hit another million subscribers on YouTube and you insisted that he needed to celebrate. He said it was weird to celebrate hitting another million and that he would rather stay home and watch a movie. After a lot of persuading and promise of a celebration blowjob after going out Dan agreed to go and have a drink with you. Well once at the bar one drink turned into a few shots and a few shots turned into the two of you going to a club. The club wouldn’t have been that big of a deal if it wasn’t for the lads who were making people open up as they poured shots straight from the bottle into your mouth. In all honestly, you were just glad the two of you made it home because you weren’t sure how the two of you got here.

You decided you should assess the damage that was done over the course of the evening. Reaching over you found your sticky phone on the charger beside the bed. You had to make a mental note to thank drunk you for that later. Unlocking it you decided Instagram would be a good jumping off point the damage. You were stupid but you weren’t that stupid so you decided to type in Dan’s insta first. Nothing. It was still aesthetic as fuck as always. No photographic evidence that you were both shit faced last night. Your turn. You were already regretting looking and you hadn’t even seen it yet. You were sure you were having a flashback of you uploading something on Instagram last night. You closed your eyes quickly before clicking on your profile. There sat only three photos from the evening. Number one was a selfie the two of you took last night as you were going to the bar. The two of you looked good and it even had a cute caption about how proud you were of your man. That one was safe. Next was a photo of the two of you making out. Not classy. Not even all that cute as Dan totally had his tongue in your mouth as obviously, a random person took the photo for you. That was a club photo so you were just lucky you actually got your phone back from the person who took that. The only caption you put was an emoji with heart eyes so you were clearly in the I am fucking in love with you stage of drunkenness. You didn’t know why but you decided to scroll down to read some of the comments. There was a lot that said #Goals but the comment that said ‘nice hands Howell’ made you look back up to the photo to see Dan’s hands cupping your ass as yours were wrapped around his neck. You couldn’t help the audible eww that left your lips making Dan mumble something in his sleep to you.

“Yes, you are in trouble.” Dan didn’t seem to hear that as he was letting out little breaths that were tickling your hand. The two of you were never much for pda so seeing this photo of you making out in public was bad enough let alone you decided to post it on Instagram. Even if you deleted it the internet would have the photo forever already. It was time to see the last one. God only knows what could have been posted last night in your drunken state. Scrolling up you find something surprising. It was an old photo. One Phil took of the two of you cuddling on the couch with Dan resting on the top of your chest as you played with his hair. It was always one of your favourite photos of the two of you. You had never shared it before because it was always just your photo for you. Until now. You couldn’t care less about what people were saying in the comments but you really did want to know what you captioned it as. Under the photo, you had to hit the read more button to see what you had put.

‘This is the guy of my dreams. I never figured I deserved anyone as amazing as him but here he is. He’s mine and I have never been happier. I know I’m being sappy but I can’t imagine my life without him. Love you, Daniel. Hope you’re not going to be too angry that I made you go out and get wasted with me. But I had loads of fun so that all that really matters. Thanks for letting me share him with you guys. He really does make me feel complete.’

You really were always a big sap at the end of an evening of drinking. You tossed your phone back on the table before scooting closer to Dan so his face would be closer to yours. Dan gave you a little smile as you brushed the big curl out of his face. You kissed his little smile before reaching your arm around his back under the blankets so you can rub little circles under his shirt.

“Morning, how are you feeling this morning? Because I feel like a piece of crap that was run over by a truck.” You giggled placing long kisses to his jaw before kissing his lips once more.

“I feel about the same. I can’t decide if I want to shower or brush my teeth first. Maybe I will do them at the same time.” Dan cracked one eye open at you before opening the other one so he could roll both of his eyes at you.

“A little birdy told me that shampoo doesn’t taste all that good.” Dan reached up from under the blankets to give a little stretch before yawning in your face.

“I think anything would help our breath right now.” You said pushing against his cheek to make him turn his head. “Speaking of that little birdy. Can we petition to have the ambience birds turned down this morning? They are so loud.” Dan wasn’t listening much as he had re-snuggled his way into the crook of your neck.

“I think we should petition for you to stop talking and to try and convince Phil to get us some tea and maybe even something to eat.” Dan’s face was still smushed into your skin as he mumbled to you but you knew what he wanted.

“I don’t think it’s fair to make Phil be our saviours. How about we both go have a nice long bath, then I will go and get us something to eat.” Dan agreed to let you crawl out of bed first. As you left the warmth you looked down at your outfit to see not only your pyjama pants but also one of Dan’s old shirts on the top. “Like my look? I’m calling it found on the floor boho” Dan looked at you with a smirk as he attempted to get out of bed.

“I think this will be a three-day hangover. I don’t remember much other than shots and pinching your butt all night.” You thought for a second before remembering how horny he really was last night.

“Did you every get your celebration blowy?” You said shedding your clothing down to your underwear.

“To be honest you very well could have and I don’t remember. So, let’s say no so you can still be in debt with me.” You tossed your borrowed shirt at Dan before walking into the bathroom that was connected to his room. After starting the water, you found one of Dan’s black like his soul bath bombs to toss into the water. Dan had joined you in the room reaching around you to give you a big hug before stripping his boxer briefs and slipping into the hot water. Once in he held his hand out to you so you could get in and sit in his lap. You took his hand letting the hot water run over your somewhat stiff body as the bath finished filling. Once full the two of you let the silence fall over the two of you letting the water help with not only the stickiness from having liquor spilt all over you but also help relieve your headaches and muscles calm.

For @jercmevaleska who made the v good point that Jack Whitehall’s story about having to hide a girl under his covers would make a great Jily au so!!!! Here we go!!!!!

Lily swears blind that when she apparated out of her house last night and snuck into James’s Fuck Off Massive mansion through his bedroom window, she’d only wanted to talk to him. Except she’d shaved her legs before she left so maybe that’s not entirely true, but whatever, she doesn’t overthink it. This, now, is nice. She woke up with her legs entangled with James’s, swamped in one of his t-shirts, with her face tucked into his chest, and it all felt disconcertingly good considering that they’re just meant to be mates. Mates who snog sometimesJames sleeps like its a competitive sport, because of course he does, fidgeting and twisting, limbs stretched like he’s trying to cover as much surface area as possible, half in and half out of the covers to maintain the perfect body temperature, probably, the arsehole. Lily got at least three elbows to the face during the night, and possibly one knee, though she isn’t sure how he managed that. He seems to have settled down a little now, though. Its 7am, which is weird, because Lily is awake and as a rule she doesn’t wake up before 11 unless is absolutely necessary, but she’s kind of glad she did.

She props herself up on one elbow and brushes some hair off of James’s face, just because she can. There’s pale sunlight filtering through the windows and its lighting up dust motes and softening the angles of James’s face. Its odd, seeing him without his glasses on, makes him look younger, somehow. 

Fuck

If she hadn’t already been a complete and utter goner before, she certainly was now. Before she can worry about this too much, James seems to sense her presence or something, because his eyes flutter a little and Lily quickly lies back down so she doesn’t look like a creep. He slowly sits up, and glances down at her, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. To his credit, the grin he gives her is a little smug, but it hasn’t quite reached shit-eating levels. 

‘Morning, Lils.’

‘Morning, James.’

James lies back down, and for a second they just watch each other across the stretch of pillow. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but is abruptly cut off by a yell of ‘James, have you seen this?’ There’s a rattle at the door, and before Lily can register whats going on, James’s eyes are widening and a hand is on her head, pushing her down beneath the covers. 

James-’ she hisses, but he just shushes her urgently and yanks the covers up further. 

‘The bloody Ministry, Archibald Cattermole of all people, Head Auror! At a time like this! They’re off their rockers, the lot of them-’ Lily had met Fleamont a few times, liked him a lot, but Jesus Christ did the man really have to barge into his son’s room at the crack of dawn to discuss politics? She hears the shuffle of a newspaper, and then ‘Archibald Cattermole, James! Are you listening?’

‘Yeah, dad, what a joke. The bloke’s probably never gone on the offensive in a game of chess.’

‘Exactly my point, James, what chance is he going to have against the Death Eaters-’ 

‘We need someone with some guts-’ 

Lily sighs, and rolls her eyes, settling down a bit. If she’s going to be here whilst James and his Dad try to discuss the entire Wizarding World out of the biggest crisis it’s seen in a thousand years, she may as well get comfy. That doesn’t mean she has to be happy about it, though, so she gives James a good pinch behind the knee for good measure, grinning when he attempts to kick her but just ends up knocking a pillow off the bed. 

‘Everything all right, James?’ asks his father. James chokes. 

‘Oh- of course- all fine and dandy here-’ 

‘James, sweetie,’ Lily recognises the voice of James’s mother, ‘Do you want some tea?’ 

Lily assumes James doesn’t get much say in the matter of whether or not he’s having tea, because she hears footsteps cross the room, and then James is reaching up to accept the mug.

‘Tah, mum, I was- ah, just about to get dressed, actually. Would you mind-’ But he’s cut off by his father who has begun reading a statement from the Minister.

‘’I believe I speak on behalf of the entire Ministry in saying that-’ Oh, Sirius! Come here, you’ll be interested in this- ‘in saying that we have chosen the most competent-’ -ha!- ‘and adept man for the job-’’ 

Lily groans inwardly, wondering if it’s a normal occurrence for the entire Potter household to converge in James’s bedroom at 7 in the morning for an incredibly sarcastic reading of the Prophet. She hears more footsteps as who she presumes to be Sirius enters the room.

‘Morning, Potters. All right there, James? You’re looking a bit constipated this morning, mate. Oh, thanks Mrs Potter-’ Lily thinks that she’d quite like a cup of tea right now, and maybe she’d have gotten some if James hadn’t forced her into hiding. Part of her wants to pop up from beneath the covers, hoping they’d all do the proper English thing: pretend like nothing was out of the ordinary and offer her a cup of tea. She can’t sell James out for a cuppa, though, and the implications of emerging from beneath the covers half way down the bed probably aren’t the best, so she settles for running a hand up James’s thigh just to watch him squirm. 

‘’-And we’ll continue to do everything in our power to protect our way of life from the people who seek to destroy it.’ Well, I have never read such a load of codswallop in my life.’ 

There’s a general hum of agreement.

‘Voldemort’ll have the Ministry under his thumb by the end of the month, you just watch.’ adds Euphemia. 

That’s why I bet Dumbledore must be planning something,’ says Sirius, ‘He must know the Ministry’s useless- and he’s not the type to sit back and let them fuck everything up for the rest of us-’

‘Language, Sirius.’ chides Euphemia, but she doesn’t sound particularly bothered. ‘Though you’re right, of course.’

‘More flawed than people think, I reckon, old Dumbledore,’ says Fleamont, ‘But he’s the best chance we’ve got. That’s for sure. What do you reckon, James, you’re being uncharacteristically quiet on the subject?’

‘What? Oh, Dumbledore? Brilliant man, he is. Completely bonkers, of course, but if anyone’s got a chance against Voldemort, its him. Bloody shame he wont take on the role of Minister, if you ask me. The Ministry could really do with somebody with his brains running things. Anyway, I really do want to get ready, now-’ 

It carries on like this for what feels like an hour, but in reality is closer to about fifteen minutes. James keeps trying to make half-hearted excuses to kick the lot of them out, but he’s thwarted at every turn by his father remembering something else to be outraged about. When they’ve finally left, James yanks back the covers and peers down at Lily sheepishly. She’s lying on her stomach, staring daggers at him. 

‘Is your family insane?’ she asks, sitting up and shifting over to sit besides him stroppily. ‘Its 7:15 in the morning! What do you discuss at dinner? How to end world hunger? Throw about some ideas for curing bloody cancer?’

‘Look, I’m sorry, my parents are just a bit passionate, and I didn’t want the first time you met them to be like that!’ 

Lily rolls her eyes. 

‘James, I’ve met your parents like, five times.

‘I know but- the first time you met them as- you know-’

Lily makes a confused face. 

‘As what?’

‘Like- well- my girlfriend.’

Lily scoffs. ‘We have sex like, once- maybe four times, and suddenly I’m your girlfriend?’ 

James shrugs. 

‘Well- I mean, not if you don’t want to be, but come on, Lils. You basically are. We snog quite a lot, and neither of us have snogged anyone else in like, months. We go on dates. The other week we bought Peter a joint birthday present for Merlin’s sake.’ 

Lily stares at him. She feels her mouth hanging open and promptly closes it. Then she takes a few steps forward and kisses him on the mouth. 

‘Does- does that mean we’re a thing?’ James asks after a few seconds of this. Lily shrugs. 

‘I don’t know. Still considering it. Will it mean next time I stay over I wont have to face near suffocation and your mother will offer me a cup of tea?’ 

‘Yes?’

She kisses him again. 

‘Well, that improves your chances.’ 

anonymous asked:

Dude my life has devolved into just Stress TM. You could write the silliest shit and I'd be about that as long as it was cute and distracting.

How about 22 Jump Street Scene 1 and 2:

“Well, not same case because,” Geno grins, then continues, “I’m get laid last night.”

Dayum,” Flower whisper-hollers.

“He’s smart, he’s funny, loves hockey, he’s major in history,” Geno says, then leers. “Great mouth. The best ass. Ride me three times. Was good.”

Mario rolls his eyes, but he acquiesces and extends a hand for a high-five, which Geno gleefully takes.

-

“Hi!” Sidney says, running to Geno’s side from the event hall porch and greeting him with a kiss. “You made it! Come meet my dad!”

Geno smile melts off his face as he looks up at Mario Lemieux’s confused, then enraged expression.

-

“So, um,” Mrs. Lemieux starts, “how did you two meet?”

“Oh,” Sidney says, clasping Geno’s hand, while Geno turns paler. “We met after the hockey game. And then he, um, stalked me back to my room.”

Stalked?” Mario echoes, not taking his gaze off Geno. “And then what happened?”

“And then we–we hung out and watched a movie,” Sidney says, looking taken aback. “We watched it, um, a couple times? G?”

“Hm? Yeah. Yeah, movie. Watch a lot.”

“I–fuck.” Mario throws his napkin on the table pushes his chair back with a squeak, stalking off to the restroom. “Excuse me.” 

-

“Captain, we have something very important to tell you,” Flower begins, then pauses as Geno fidgets nervously with his velcro. “Dude, you wearing Kevlar?”

Geno doesn’t respond, and he does not make eye-contact with either Mario or Flower. 

“Gentlemen, we’re not going to ignore the problem here,” Mario says, crossing his arms. He looks like he wants to rip Geno’s skin from his face. 

“What’s the problem?” Flower asks. “What’s going on?” 

This is what’s going on,” Mario seethes, as he turns a frame on his desk to reveal a smiling photo of…Sidney Crosby.

Geno very pointedly looks into his lap and stays silent. Flower squints, looking closer, then it’s as if a lightbulb went off in his head.

“Oh, shit,” Flower crows, laughing raucously as he descends into French. “Oh, shit. Shit. G fucked the Captain’s son! This is the best thing ever, G fucked the Captain’s son!”  

Flower runs outside, singsonging to the crowd below, “Geno fucked the Captain’s son! Sidney Crosby! Geno fucked him and then bragged about it to Lemieux’s face. Fuck!” He returns to his seat, patting Geno, who looks like he wants to be sick. “You understand this? You told him, to his face, that Sidney Crosby blew you and then fucked you. Three times–”

Mario slams a hand on his gun, resting on the desk, and Flower quickly sobers. “–I mean this is really serious. This isn’t that funny. I’m disappointed in you, Geno.”  

harrypotterandtheintrovertedteen  asked:

i sent this as a private message but then i saw i could ask like this so here can you do a fic where harry is looking on the maurauders map and sees draco in a place in the castle he has never been before so when draco leaves he goes to check it out and finds that draco is painting portraits of harry? sorry about spelling XD

Thank you so much for requesting this, I loved this prompt ~ I changed it up a little though, I hope that’s okay


Harry tossed and turned restlessly in his bed, desperately trying to think of any tactics that might help him sleep. He could count sheep, but Harry had already tried that. He could listen to music, but the only music Harry had was on his CD player, which wouldn’t work on Hogwarts grounds. He could think of his “happy place” like Hermione suggested, but Harry’s all of Harry’s happy places (a Quidditch match, Weasleys’ Wizards Wheezes, the Burrow) were often rambunctious and loud, and not at all relaxing or sleep-inducing. Well… there was one more thing Harry could do to try to fall asleep.

“Lumos,” Harry whispered as he reached for the Marauder’s Map, which he kept in the drawer of his bedside table. Harry was careful to be quiet as he moved, not wanting to wake up his eighth year roommate, Justin Finch-Fletchley.

As soon as the Marauder’s Map was open on Harry’s lap, Harry’s eyes instinctively searched for Draco Malfoy’s name. When Harry didn’t see the bond’s name at first glance, he frowned. There was really no reason for Harry to look for Malfoy on the map. They weren’t sixteen anymore, and Harry had no reason to suspect Malfoy was up to anything. In fact, Malfoy had been civil to him since school started, and in some instances, even kind. Harry only looked for Malfoy’s location because of an old habit from sixth year, or at least that’s what Harry told himself.

Harry sighed as he examined the map more thoroughly. Hogwarts wasn’t a very exciting place in the dead of the night when there was no Dark Lord, convicted felons, or barmy professors to wander around in the halls. Harry was about to put the map back in the drawer and accept the fact that he was going to have a sleepless night when he noticed a name hovering in a part of the castle Harry didn’t recognize. Harry’s breath caught. The name was Draco Malfoy.

Harry looked closer at the room Malfoy was in and furrowed his brow. It was on the fifth floor, and as far as Harry knew, that was where Muggle Studies, Music, and Art classes were taught. Muggle Studies definitely didn’t seem like Malfoy, so he must have been in a music or art room. But why in the middle of the night?

As it so happened, Harry did indeed get a sleepless night, but only because he was kept up by the thoughts and questions swimming around in his head after seeing Malfoy’s name on the Marauder’s Map. At breakfast, Hermione scolded Harry for not getting the healthy amount of sleep, and Harry nodded along, but  he wasn’t actually paying any attention to Hermione’s words. He was too busy staring at Malfoy from across the Great Hall and thinking up all sorts of reasons for him to be on the fifth floor so late at night. Harry imagined many scenarios, and while they were entertaining, none of them seemed plausible. For example, Harry’s idea of Draco sneaking into the Muggle Music classroom because he had a secret love of playing tuba covers of Celestina Warbeck songs.

That night, after Justin fell asleep, Harry brought out his map again and found that Malfoy was in the same place he had been the night before. Harry traced the name ‘Draco Malfoy’ with his fingertip and decided that he would find out what Draco was doing there by tomorrow night.

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yalenayardeen  asked:

35. “is that my shirt?” + rhycien

from this ask meme!

“Is that my shirt?” Lucien hears as he stumbles out of the bathroom, squinting against the morning light, head throbbing. He freezes when he realizes his bed isn’t as empty as he’d thought it was. 

Fuck.

Sprawled on the side of the mattress he hadn’t even looked at when he’d gotten up to go to the bathroom, is Rhys. He’s entirely naked, lounging on the bed like it’s his throne, mussed sheets pushed down around his ankles. And from the looks of it, he’s ready for more of what they’d done last night. 

Lucien glances down at himself and realizes the shirt he fished around for is in fact Rhys’s, what he’d been wearing last night.  “Apparently so.”  He wants to smack the look off of Rhys’s face, but doesn’t get through the mental processes to do that, because Rhys just lifts up on one elbow, pulling Lucien down the rest of the way onto his bed. 

“It looks good on you,” he murmurs, before tugging his mouth down to meet his waiting lips.

“Everything looks good on me,” Lucien grunts, unable to resist the pull of Rhys’s hands as he eases the shirt back over his head. 

“Luckily for both of us, you look better nude,” Rhys murmurs, nipping at his lip sharp enough that Lucien hisses, the shirt left discarded behind them. 

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Imagine a witch turns you into a dog, and Dean takes care of you until the spell wears off.


Request:  

@irishgirl2001 said:

How about one where the reader gets turned into a dog on a witch hunt, and Dean takes care of her and fluff until the spell wears off?

Characters: Reader (as a dog), Reader (as a human), Dean

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Word Count: 1,500

Things to know: At first, I had NO clue how I was going to write this request. Then this story just kind of came to me. I took a few “artistic” liberties if you will, but I hope you like it. I’m pleased with how it turned out. :)

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Gives You Hell Pt.2

Part One

A Part Two was requested so here it is!


“Why can’t I just come up with something?! There was the one time Grayson helped me get Ethan back but this time I need to do this alone. Maybe wash my car? No he could just watch porn for that.” I snorted to myself then dropped my head to the dining room table. 

The thump and dull pain of my head hitting the table made me groan softly. “Could just put sticky notes all over his car with sexual accusations or something or really raunchy things.” I shot up in my seat, “That’s it!!” I wiggled happily in my chair oh sweet sweet revenge. This of course would take all night, it would also mean I needed a pair of extra hands. I pushed myself away from the table humming excitedly to myself. The doorbell went off making me sigh it could be a package though.

I jogged towards the door, unlocked it and pulled it open. There stood Grayson, “ Hey Y/n I was actually coming over to see if you wanted to go out with me and E for breakfast. I know he woke you up.” He grinned and I swear I was blinded. I looked down at my choice of clothing and shrugged, why the hell not. “Sure, just let me grab my shoes and purse.” I stepped aside to let him in. 

“Feels like its been a while since I’ve been in here.” He said glancing around making me blush. Oh yes, the last time he’d been over I’d mistaken him for Ethan and it’d been a horrible ordeal for me. “I’m still sorry about that.” I said thankful I kept a pair of shoes by the door. “Water under the bridge, besides it got him good though.” I covered my face, “Yes because I wanted him to come in and see me straddling your waist after demanding you fix a problem you’d caused the night before..except it wasn’t you!” 

Grayson started laughing, “He was so pissed off too. Never seen E that jealous before.” He bumped my hip gently with his making me snort. “He wasn’t jealous he was angry as hell.” I reached up and pinched his cheek, “ He’s protective of his little brother and rightfully so. You’re a Godsend.” I hadn’t meant to say the last bit and he looked shocked to have heard it. 

“I didn’t mean to say it but I’m not sorry for it Gray.” Once my shoes were on I snatched my keys off the counter then paused. “ I actually forgot my phone upstairs I’ll be back.”  I turned to see him nod then raced up the stairs stumbling. 

“Be careful, or we’ll be going back to the emergency room instead of out to eat!” My cheeks flushed at his words making me grumble softly. Jesus these men reminded me every chance of the crazy and outrageous things I did to get back at Ethan. I sighed remembering the day I’d met Grayson. 


I was having the best dream of my life! Shawn Mendes was serenading me when suddenly his voice started sounding like law mower. Now naturally this shocked me awake to the sound of a loud ass, you guessed it LAWN MOWER. My head turned to the right to show 7:00 am flashing against my alarm clock. 

“Fucking hell..My head hurts, he’s mowing the lawn at 7:00 am. What kind of shit..didn’t he just ask me to tone down my party for sleep? What he hell?!” Oh no I hadn’t forgotten a single detail of last night. Not with how he’d acted, he was going to take care of that problem. I still could feel my desire starting to grow once I remembered his touch, his kisses. Good God, that man was sin on legs. 

I crawled from my bed looking around my room thoughtfully as I  moved towards the window. One thing I definitely remembered about guys mowing the lawn a great deal of them did so shirtless. I glanced out the window and sure enough Ethan was shirtless. Those muscles flexing as he worked. “ Good Lord I picked the best house possible.” I murmured as I spun on my heel. My shower was quick to wash away the grime of the night before. 

I threw on a tank top and spandex shorts fully prepared to go clean my living room. I turned on  a bit of music and began cleaning. I was just about done when my doorbell rang. I ran my hands down my shirt as I’d developed a little sweat lugging those stupid garbage bags around. I opened the door. If I knew now what I knew then I wouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. 

I glanced down his body while placing a hand to my hip and jutting it out. “ I see you definitely fixed your problem. But I didn’t get mine fixed, so its your fault. You should fix it.” 

I studied his face which showed a great deal of shock. I grabbed his hand and tugged him in. He followed obediently which made me smile. I pushed him gently to the couch. 

“I think you have the wrong..” He stopped speaking as I began to straddle his waist. The door was forgotten and wide open. I leaned forward and began to pepper kisses at his sharp jawline, and his neck. “Nice try Ethan…I remember you..” I ground down against him making us both groan softly. His hands went to my hips and he ground back up against me. 

I pressed my lips to his and he responded. It felt different this time, not as rushed but still passionate. He tugged at the bottom of my shirt which I unhappily pulled away from him. He tugged it over my head. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered as he eyed my body making me blush. “But you still have the wrong brother.” 

As he said that Ethan walked through the door. “Grayson? Gray?” He called as my entire body tensed and from my chest up to my ears turned red. “ In here E.” I reached for my shirt and had just tugged it over my head as he came into the room. Grayson leaned forward and kissed me softly making me moan softly. 

Ethan of course wasn’t happy. “Really? Couldn’t have me so you jumped my brother? Wow.” I watched as he clenched his jaw then looked between Grayson and I. Madeline came down the stairs at that moment having been sleeping in the guest room. “Y/n, did you know that…” She trailed off seeing me straddle Grayson. “ Wow..” She then looked to who stood in the doorway and began looking back and forth between them quickly. “ WOW!” 

I groaned and dropped my head to Grayson’s neck. “I’m so sorry..”I sniffled as my eyes watered. This was worse than that time I tripped over my own foot while getting my diploma. Not only did I break my arm in front of hundreds of parents but there wasn’t a damn thing for me to trip over.

“It’s okay. It was an honest mistake.” Grayson told me softly as he rubbed my back. I shook my head, “I shouldn’t have…I practically..Oh My God. I’m sorry.” This is what I get for being so confident. “Really It’s alright Y/n.” My name on his lips made me sigh. It sounded amazing. 

“Not like I didn’t join in and enjoy it anyway.” I smiled a little and nodded. “Still doesn’t make it right.” I told him making Ethan cut it. 

“Damn right it doesn’t! Get off of him!” I pulled away kissed his forehead and stood slowly as I wrapped my arms around myself. “Eth, it’s fine. She thought it was you. It was an honest mistake. Lets just go get breakfast before the show.” 

Madeline still stood star struck. Grayson leaned over and kissed my forehead making me smile a little. “I’ll see you later. Really I’m not bothered that it happened. It isn’t every day a beautiful woman straddles me and kisses me like that.” 

Without thinking I replied. “Then these women are nuts..” He laughed as Ethan grabbed his wrist and dragged him out the house.


 I shook my head of the memory, “Will never forget how sweet he was.” I snatched my phone off the nightstand and practically jumped down the stairs. “Your Princess is here!” I called making Grayson laugh. “ Yeah okay Y/N. So we’re going to the diner since Ethan doesn’t want to go far today.” 

I shrugged as we made our way to the front door, “That’s fine. But I call sitting next to you. He’ll try to fork me if I sit next to him.” 

Grayson mumbled something under his breath that suspiciously sounded like more like fuck  you. But I wasn’t sure and I damn sure wasn’t planning on asking him. 

“When are you two just going to come to terms with the fact that you want each other?” His question was in earnest as I closed the front door and locked it giving him a simple shrug. “You realize that I may didn’t entirely star this right? I’m not denying that I ..want either of you. I just can’t choose so I’m not besides lets be honest G you get a kick out of like half the pranks I do successfully pull off.” 

His head bobbed as he grinned, “I do, but I also worry about the ones where you don’t pull it off successfully and you end up hurt. I mean do you remember the roof incident? You nearly gave me a heart attack!” 

I groaned and dropped my head, that had been so bad. “How was I supposed to know that you both shared a bedroom and upstairs nonetheless?!” Needless to say your girl didn’t make her way on to anyone’s roof but her own these days. 

“Or the ice incident. Come on Y/N you know you can’t swim.” 

My shoulders sagged as we made it to the car. “ I’ll be the first to admit that his body felt fucking amazing against me even though I was damn near dead.” 

His boisterous laugh echoed around us as he opened the passenger seat. “Nope this is for you. Your’e riding shot gun.” 

“No way!” Ethan and I both shouted at the same time. I turned and glared at him. “It’s either that or I don’t go. Take your pick.” 

I shuffled my feet I wanted breakfast and I was too lazy to cook. I took a deep breath and stood as close to him as I could whispering. “ I swear to God G I will bite you if he touch me.” 

“Careful,” He whispered, “I might like that.” 

My mouth dropped open and I dipped my head mutter,” Fucking Dolan Twins.. Trying to kill me…too early for this shit.” I slid into the passenger seat my body tensing. I glanced around for sharp objects this was going to be one hell of a ride. “What are you looking for you weirdo?”

“Sharp objects idiot. You’re likely to shank me or something.” 

He snorted, “ Not likely. I don’t want blood in car plus I’d go to jail.”

“Only if you were caught. Gray Bae it too sweet to snitch on his twin. You’d just ditch my body to like nature or something….let the animals scavenge over my body.” 

“Doesn’t sound too bad right now but I’m good.” He smirked at me and I nearly growled at him but I kept myself in check. “Grayyy you wouldn’t let him do that to me would you?”

“He wouldn’t do that too you.” He told me patting my arm. “Turn on some music E.” 

Ethan touched the radio and instead the windshield wipers came on making my brows shoot up. He turned the windshield wipers and out blared the wheels on the bus. 

He pulled the car over and looked at me darkly. “I had not a goddamn thing to do with this!” I yelled before he could even accuse me with words. “WHO ELSE WOULD DO THIS TO MY BABY?!” He shouted making the vein in his neck pop out. 

“Get out!” He didn’t give me enough time to respond. Fuck I wish that had been my prank. I looked at Grayson in the backseat who was wheezing he was laughing so hard. I bit my lip. He did this and he wanted me to enjoy the prank with him. I laughed and sucked my teeth. “Fine I did it. And? You fucking woke me up at 7:39 cutting grass.” 

“Be happy it wasn’t fucking 5:30!” He got out of the car and slammed the door angrily before lifting the hood of his car. I got out hesitantly and moved around to the front watching as he tried to fix it. “Fuck!” He screamed slamming his hand down on the side of the car. 

Oh this was the best Prank yet and I didn’t even fucking pull it. I turned to Grayson grinning and mouthed Thank you.

Reggie x Reader - request Part 4 x Jughead (who am I kidding)

Anonymous asked:

Can you do an imagine where you’re Archie sister and you’re dating Reggie. Someone lets it slip that you lost your virginity to him and he tells Archie “sorry I took your sister virginity won’t happen again” and Archie punched him and a fight breaks out

Warnings: Some sexual content as well as strong language

FYI: I changed the prompt a little in order for it fit the setting I made up for it. I’ve been asked to make a Part 4, hope you like it and thanks for the request!

Word Count: 1243

My insomnia came back tonight so I did this as well as another part to In Your Head as requested. Thanks for reading and sorry this is going into a different train of thought now.


You felt like the day was going by really slowly. In between periods you saw your brother talking to Betty and hoped it was a good sign for both of them. Your brother really needed to get his feelings out for the girl. She was too sweet not to have something great.

Walking to your next class you couldn’t help but peer up and see the back of someone’s head with a gray beanie on. Without realizing, you started to blush. Hoping that lunch would come sooner.

“Soooo….who you looking at?”, Veronica appeared to the side of you slightly grasping your arm to get your view.

“Uhhh no one”, it didn’t sound very convincing. 

 “Well Reggie isn’t over there and I KNOW you wouldn’t be blushing because of him, so spill”, her face was now in front of you. 

You gave a sigh. “Fine but you can’t tell anyone. Not Betty or Kev and especially not Archie”, your eyes gave a slight roll. 

“Sounds juicy. I promise, scouts honor”, Veronica lifted two fingers up. 

“Ronnie, you weren’t a scout….”, your nerves were bottling up but at the same time maybe telling someone would be a good idea. 

“Oh come on already”, Veronica swished her hand in front of you. 

“Fine. When I dropped the guys off the other night, I dropped Juggie off last. We started talking and then he uh…”, Veronica’s eyes were widening, “kissed me”. Your eyes drew back to hers. 

“…and?”, Veronica was waiting for more. She started to walk in the direction of your class. 

“And what? He wants to talk to me at lunch”, you were exasperated in your words and you felt your face becoming flushed again. 

“And what do you want to happen? I mean I know you guys were practically raised together but I have to say, it makes sense”, Veronica seemed very sure in her words. 

“Yeah well considering Saturday and how I’m now the joke for the week, I don’t want to give any of my hopes up right now…”, you knew the bell was going to ring soon but Veronica didn’t seem to care. 

“Oh come on! Your a total catch. Reggie and his goons are just jerks. Look you have one more period and then you get your answer. It will go well, I promise”, she gave a slight pat to your shoulder and you went to your classes. 

Maybe she was right. 


You started to make your way through the cafeteria to head outside when you heard a familiar voice again. “Hey Y/N! Want to go somewhere we can talk! I hear your great at that!”, it was Chuck again while Reggie was egging him on. You decided to confront the situation. 

You grabbed the drink off your tray while looking flirtatious to Chuck. “Well gee Chuck, you know I would feel honored”, Chuck gave a wink, “but I think you’ll have to clean up first”, as you said your remaining words, you dumped your soda down Chuck’s head while Reggie and what seemed like a good handful of people laughed. 

You turned and may your way outside, determined to find Jughead. 

“You need me to buy you a drink?”, you turned your head and once again saw Jughead. 

“Heh. I suppose, mine was used for greater purposes”, you shook the empty can. 

Jughead gave a big smile, “So I saw. Come on”, he nudged his head behind you, leading to a door and you followed. 

You realized you were heading towards a hallway, “Where are you taking me Juggie?” 

“Somewhere we can talk…”, he had determination in his walk. 

“We can’t talk in an empty hallway?”, you still had your tray in hand. 

“Shh”, he slightly grabbed your wrist leading to a door under the stairs. 

“Juggie…where are you taking me?”, he began to open the door while you were wondering if this was a hidden classroom or not. He pulled you into the room and turned on a slight light. You looked around the room seeing a few books, a sleeping bag and some posters that once adorned Jughead’s room. “Jughead….” 

“Look it’s fine alright? We just needed somewhere to talk about all of this”, he slightly motioned to the two of you. 

“Jughead, what happened? Was it your dad?”, you decided to sit on the sleeping bag and he sat down next to you. You automatically gave him half of your plate.

“Yeah he uh fell off the wagon, big time”, you could tell he seemed embarrassed.   

“You should have told me. Or Archie for that matter”, the thought of your brother knowing your new found feelings for Jughead seemed like something you didn’t want to bring up.  

“It’s fine…it’s just temporary until…”, you cut him off his words. 

“Until you move into our house tonight”, you smiled. 

“No no, I shouldn’t. It’s really not your guys’ problem”, his voice became small again. 

“Juggie. You’re coming home with me tonight. No discussion”, you thought now or never “and uh…well I mean it surely won’t be all bad”. 

“Why?”, he finally faced you and decided to give into your feelings, you grasped the sides of his face and brought his lips to yours. He seemed a little stunned at first until his lips softened one hand moved to grasp your waist the other to a side of your face in return. The kiss became deeper, his tongue was now circling with yours. Your hands moved to the back of his hair until he finally parted your lips for a breath. 

He gave a slight chuckle while meeting his forehead with yours. “I guess we don’t have to talk about the other night then”. 

“Well I have one condition”, his ears perked a little while his eyes were curious. “Whatever this is”, you moved your hand to his chest, “I want to take it slow”. 

“I can do that”, he gave a slight smirk and brought his lips back to yours. 


 After a few more moments in the closet you both peered out the door. You had your tray behind Jughead who tugged your shirt telling you the coast was clear.

“So what about Archie?”, he got shy in his words. 

“Well he’ll be fine sharing his room with you”, you paused, “but uh maybe we don’t tell him just yet, or my dad. Just for a little bit”. 

“Alright”, the hall was still empty and Jughead stopped you from heading further down the hallway by once again tugging the bottom of your shirt. He brought you in for one more kiss, grasping your chin and bringing his soft lips to yours. “Sorry had to get one more in”, he smiled again while parting your mouth. 

“There you two are!”, Veronica chimed in with a slight smirk on her face. 

“Oh uh hi Veronica, we were just…”, you once again cut Jughead off. 

“Relax she already knows and she’s going to leave Archie out of it for now”, you chimed in giving some relief to Jughead’s nerves. He gave you a slight look of “why”. “Well I had to talk to someone about it.” 

“Yes yes and I’m happy for you two but your brother is looking for Jughead and I can only lie so much”, Veronica eyed the lunch room door. 

“Go. I’ll be there in a minute”, you gave him a peck on the cheek while his cheeks seemed to be a little flushed still.

I am so tired of Louis never being given credit for the wonderful things he does. These days, literally every single good thing he does, every gesture, every word; is discredited; brushed off as something he had to do, a stunt, ‘his team’ doing it, twisted to fit one conspiracy or other. Can’t we just accept things at face value once in a while, and acknowledge that maybe Louis just wanted to do something nice, because he is a good person and he wants to make other people happy?

Last night was a perfect example of that. I was disappointed not to see him at the Brits. I had assumed because he was there last year when he had nothing to promote that this year, he’d go, especially when he had music to promote, an award to possibly win, and when he did the promo for the nominees show and said how important they in particular were to him. When he flew in 3 days before, it seemed pretty much a given that he’d attend. And it was strange to not have him there and not know why; especially as he was on social media and didn’t appear at the time to have other things going on. And when he posted the video it was such a sweet gesture, to show that it was still important to him that we voted, that he still appreciated the award, that he wasn’t taking it for granted. And it was great that he was getting to spend time with his family. Yet I still wasn’t sure why he chose to go back home at that specific time, why he chose then of the several nights he had been home to do something with them, especially because it really would benefit his solo career to be with the music industry people.

Then, I realized that there was a reason for it. Louis specifically chose that time and that night *because* it was the night of the Brits. His mum went to the Brits with him last year, and I believe she did in prior years. He spoke very fondly of sharing his first Brit win with her, and always said how special they were to him. And, his family probably always watched the Brits together, or, once he was there himself, attended it. Louis PURPOSELY stayed home to do something with them, because it was more important to be there for and with them for support because the Brits was a big thing to his family. Watching it with them and maybe having dinner or something was his top priority and he wanted to show that, instead of being about himself and going to promote himself. Then, to add to that, he then made us a really sweet video, which was posted only 12 minutes after the award was announced, proving that while his family means everything to him, he really does care about us and is grateful for the things he wins too. And not only did I totally understand it then, but I was so proud of him for it.

And seeing people dismiss it and brush it aside and say ‘he could have tweeted that’ or making it about him refusing to attend the awards show for some sort of rebellion or to fit some theory, I just felt like I needed to say something, this time. He went out of his way to make everyone happy, and why is it never good enough for people? He really does do special things to show how much he cares whenever he can, and, too many people dismiss them and turn them into something they’re not. He deserves more credit in all areas than this fandom ever gives him.

The Premier

The whole day was spent getting ready, hair, makeup, nails and the everything in between. It was your first premier with Jared, it was really your first public stunt with him and it made you even more nervous that the people would try and eat you alive.
Pictures have been snapped left and right of you two but this was official, this was going to be like your first real date in the spotlight, on purpose.
Your hair curled loosely and falling down to your middle back, the lipstick you wore was a deep red that contrasted your skin perfectly. The dress, a strapless chiffon. It was a deep purple that faded into a more lilac color at the bottom. You couldn’t afford a name brand like Dior and there was no way you were going to let Jared buy you a dress of that extent.
You were ready early, pacing the floors of your loft, nerves were evident and you couldn’t even to hide them. You weren’t even sure the curvy smile from Jared would ease your nerves but it was a wishful thought. Your phone buzzes in the small black clutch and it’s Jared letting you know he’s on his way, you didn’t even respond. You ran back into the bathroom and readjusted your dress and hair, fixing any minuscule detail of your makeup and the doorbell rings making you almost jump out of your skin.
Running your hands down your dress as you walk to the front door, your heels clicking against the tile floor as you make your way to the front door, breathing in deep and opening the door.
Jared stands there with a bright smile, his hair pulled back into a bun and his tux full black and white. The smile you gave wasn’t forced at all, despite what he was wearing you could almost forget where you were going.
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“You look beautiful, amazing.” His voice was soft as he stepped up and pulled you into a soft hug, not wanting to mess up your attire.

“You too, I mean, thank you and you look nice. Handsome. You look really good. Holy shit I’m nervous.” You laugh into the hug and after he pulls away.

He laughs with you, rolling his eyes and taking your hand and closing the door behind you, “That’s expected but I won’t leave your side, you’ll be fine once we get there. It’s not as bad as it probably seems.”

Your hand twists in his, linking your fingers together as you walk to the limo, the driver holding the door open for you both. You give him a soft smile taking in what he says, believing it as you always believed every word he ever said and him not giving you a reason to doubt him.
The limo is dark, two glasses of champagne poured already and you smile in his direction taking one for yourself and leaving the other. You didn’t drink but given the circumstances he wouldn’t of poured the glasses if he didn’t expect you to take one.
You could feel Jared’s icy eyes on you, setting the glass down you looked over at him with a smile.

“What?” A soft laugh escaped you, the nerves calming down just a little bit.

“Did you do what I asked?” His hand moves over your lower back and to your hip furthest away from him. His fingers curl around the fabric of your thong from the outside of your dress, “Remember? I asked specifically for you to not wear this.” He pulls it and let’s it snap against your skin.

Your skin warming up from the mix of his stern voice and his warm hands on your body. You didn’t think he was serious though, not for your first premier and with all your nerves. The smile drops from your face with your eyes still on him, you stay quiet, not sure what to say because you see he’s serious.

“Go ahead, take them off now. I’ll hold them for you.” His eyebrow twitches up with his last word, his voice just as stern as before.

“Jared…” you give a nervous laugh, it felt so good to obey him but for something like this, you weren’t putting your foot down but you weren’t going to give in that easy.

He leans over, his eyes up to you and his lips pressing against your bare shoulder, “Its going to be a long night with some boring people. I want to make sure you’re taken care of the whole night.” One of his hands goes for the hem of the dress, his lips moving into your neck.

The smell of his cologne Dillon your senses with the touch of his lips and now hand moving up your calf had you biting the corner of your lip. You were sure he would wait till you were both back in the car for anything, it being to risky to pull a stunt like that in public, in this kind of publicity.
His hand moves to the inside of your knee where he gave you a firm squeeze, “I’m not exactly asking right now either.” His breath was hot against your neck, a new trail of kisses up to your ear, “I want you to be ready for me whenever I want you tonight.”

All you could do was nod your head and he pulled his hand and lips away from you, siting back against the seat, watching you. You scooted down on the seat and pulled up the dress to your thighs, your thumbs hooking into the fabric and inching them down over your ass. They weren’t soaked by any means but they definitely weren’t dry. You rolled the black lace down your calves, looking at him as you took one foot out at a time and then handed it to him.
His smile devious as he took them from you and balled them up to stuff in his pocket, “That’s my girl.” He smiled a little wider and kissed the corner of your mouth, not wanting to smudge your dark lipstick.

The limo comes to a stop, pulling you both up to the red carpet. A real red carpet event, he looked at you, seeing the nerves come crawling back to the surface and he grabbed onto your hand, “It’s going to be fine. Careful being so pent up though baby, it will just take you longer to cum.” He smirks at you, you push his arm with a light laugh and roll your eyes.

The underwear missing leaving nothing to catch how wet you were except your thighs. He had a way with words, when he wanted to be sweet, passionate, serious and when he wanted to be dirty. It became a crippling weakness for you and he knew it.
The door opens, Jared’s face is first and the flashes start, he lets go of your hand to step out and to the side, his hand peeking out for you to grab onto. Another deep breath and you grab onto it, stepping out of the limo as gracefully as you possibly can.
The flashes are just as blinding as you thought they’d be, his name being called left and right, which gives you no sense of direction where to actually look. Once you take a few steps he lets go of your hand at sets it at your hip, he nudges or points for where you should be looking. The nerves and decreasing and you know it’s only because of the rush of it all. It’s a constant move, stopping for seconds and the flashes go crazy and then you both continue with a few more steps.
You can’t even remember if you were smiling or not, it was over just as quick as it started but you smiled wide at Jared once you were inside the building. You bit your lip noticing his hand in his front pocket, the pocket your panties were stuffed in. You swallowed and felt your pussy walls clench from the sight.
It was a movie premier, the set up was round tables all over and a huge projector screen in the front. There were appetizers being served and you tuned them down as one of the waiters stopped in front of you, Jared did too and smiled at you before walking in and along the outskirts to find our place.
There were a few hellos to some of his friends and acquaintances, you were start struck for sure, barely getting a full hello out at some points. You finally make it to the table, taking your seat, Jared scooting his chair closer to you. His hand resting on your knee and you give him a sideways glance, moving two of your fingers to intertwine with his.
He keeps his hand still and You’re grateful, not sure how much you could take right now. A few people come on stage in front of the projector screen, they say a few words and you keep your attention forward even though you can see Jared’s glances at you in your peripheral view. You finally look his way with a bright smile, you were excited to be there, the hardest part seemed over every though eyes were still on you it wasn’t as obvious. He returned the smile and kissed your shoulder again.
The lights dim considerably, you can hear a few people adjusting in their seat and you get a little bit more comfortable, leaning your shoulder against his. He turns his head in your direction slightly, just enough for you to hear his words.

“You look so beautiful tonight baby… I can’t wait to take my time with you later.” His hand on your knee moves up and you can feel the jump in your skin, “I love how wet you get for me, do you think I could make you that wet right here?” His voice was quiet and directed at you.

Your mouth opened with a breath, closing it with a light smile not sure how to react, you didn’t answer his question though, your body and mind trying to catch up to each other.

“You didn’t answer the question baby…” his hand jerks up to your center, his four fingers cupping your pussy and the heat from his hand matches the heat your giving off.

You bite down hard on your own teeth and let a slow breath out of your nose, your shoulders tense up. “Yes. Yes you could!” Your voice hushed but frantic.

His fingers move against you, rubbing your now throbbing pussy over your dress. Your legs spread open a few inches and one of your hands goes to his wrist and the other holds the side of the chair. Your hips move slowly to rub against his hand, your veins warming from his touch, you look around the table and their eyes are still set on the screen, it’s just a preview not the whole movie and you’re becoming more desperate and more flushed by the second. Your hairs at the back of your neck sticking to your skin, your hips moving harder against his hand until he presses hard and pushes you hard to sit back in the chair.

“Jared…” You bite your lip, your wet, throbbing and desperate for him to move again.

“What? What do you want? Do you want me to slip my fingers into your tight pussy right now or would you rather have me find a spot so I can fuck you?” His arm was now on the back of your chair and his mouth near your ear.

He flipped his hand and was now holding your wrist, he brought your hand over his hardening cock and your walls tightened around nothing, your hips wanting to grind over the edge of the chair right now if you could. Your head snapping towards him, seeing the seriousness in his eyes as they fell on your lips.

“Take me somewhere, please baby.” Your words breathless in a whisper towards him, your hand moving over his cock, feeling the ridge of his head through his slacks.

He stands up quietly, running his hand over your shoulders for you to follow, you excuse yourself with a nervous smile and follow behind Jared casually. Not wanting to quicken your steps to catch up to him until you were out of the view of everyone. Your thighs wet once you stood up and a new rush came over you, you grabbed his wrist with a laugh to tell him to slow down.
His face let’s you know where his mind is at, his hand back in the pocket with your underwear and now trying to his bulge in his slacks. You smile at the few security guards around, he knocks on a door, there’s no label on it and when no one responds he opens it up and it’s a storage closet, there’s racks full of cleaning supplies and a few mops and brooms in a corner.
Jared looks back and forth before shoving you in, he closes the door behind him and you’re controlling your laughter when he slams your back up against the wall. His movements and hands are rough, needy and they have you falling into a puddle. His mouth connecting with yours and his tongue slipping into your mouth while he groans into you. His hand reaching under your knee, hiking it up to his hip. You bunch up your dress, pulling it up as your hips stay away from the wall, your heel keeping you at a height to feel his cock against you.
He wrapped one arm around your lower back, his other hand working his pants down, the sound of the zipper has you biting your lip. Your hands set on his shoulders, your nails already digging in from anticipation.

“Tell me what you want, let me hear what my dirty little slut wants me to do to her.” His voice quiet, he face only inches from yours.

You feel his soft head rub through your folds, he’s eyes look down and if the dress wasn’t in the way he’d be able to see what he was doing, “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” You bite your bottom lip after you speak, your eyes staring back at his.

His eyes alone were enough to make you feel things, feel what he was feeling or make you feel what he wanted you to. He didn’t even know the control he had over you but you loved it, you loved being under his spell.
He let out a hum of approval, you could hear the groan in his chest as he pressed his thick cock into you. You do your best to stay out but it’s really his arm around your back that holds you still as he inches into you. Both of your mouths open, breathing in each other’s air becomes intoxicating.
Your pussy accommodates him with a light sting, his hips roll back just to inch himself into you more. Your head back against the wall and his breaths hit the skin on your neck creating a haze in your head.
He keeps himself deep, just letting his hip roll into you with short strokes, your breaths already uneven, your ankle hooking behind his thigh and a loud moan escaping you without a warning. You can feel his soft breaths wash over you with his laugh and you laugh with him, pushing his shoulders back and kissing him at the same time his thrusts his hips deep. He keeps his mouth over yours to try and quiet the cry, biting your bottom lip with a groan before he pulls away and sets the steady and rough pace you’ve grown to love.
The supply closet is full of sounds, the breathing and the sound of his skin against mine, the groans and the occasional cries that slip out when he hits that perfect spot.

“Daddy, I’m so close, please don’t stop.” you don’t even care how loud your voice is at this point, all you want is this and him, your hips working to meet his movements, his pace relentless and hard to keep up with, the racks next to you become leverage as you grab onto one to lift yourself up more but it only lasts for so long before things start falling off.

“I need you to cum baby, fucking cum!” His voice so commanding it almost doesn’t feel like you have another option.

Your eyes close tight and your breathing stops right at the point of your climax, he keeps going until that first rush hits and he buries himself deep inside of you. Your body comes back alive, your walls tight around him and your nails piercing into his skin when you feel him release in you.

“Fucking take it you slut.” He groans louder than before and kisses you hard, your head hitting back against the wall.

It was euphoric, feeling every inch of him pulse into you, your leg planted on the ground almost giving out completely. His words making your pussy flutter around him again. He kept himself there for a few seconds, kissing your neck as he let his own high settle before he started pulling out and he stops just past his head.

“Now, you’re going to hold my cum in you. Understand? We don’t want that running down your thighs now do we baby?” His voice softer but his eyes still stern, you nod your head letting a soft “Yes.” Leave your lips.

He pulls out the rest of the way, your pussy clenching as hard as it can, sending another spasm through your body from it. His hand on your leg running up your thigh softly before letting it down and kissing you again.
You watch him adjust himself and you do the same, fixing your hair and dress, grabbing your clutch off the ground and adjusting your makeup which wasn’t that bad despite your lipstick. He opens the door and walks out, not even giving it a glance first, his hand on your back guiding you and every step you take it becomes harder to hold, you’re slipping and you’ve barley made it past the door. You let out a heavy breath, Jared looking over at you and you know he’s telling you to do it and if you don’t you know he’s going to make you pay for it later, which sounds a lot better than this.

“I have to pee.” You whisper but knowing what he wants you take off ahead of him and go into the nearest bathroom, closing a stall door and disobeying him, you bite you’re lip as your phone vibrates.

“You did that on purpose. Just wait until we get back to my place.” You read the text and your stomach flips.

You finish up and smile brightly at him, it’s half returned and you laugh lightly as he puts his hand back on your lower back to lead you back into the premier.

The New World - Part 7

Here is the FULL chapter for part 7! As always, thank you for reading it, this series is easily becoming one of my favorites to write!!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Daryl x Reader, Maggie X Glen, Ezekiel x everyone, Rick x Michonne x Carl

Warnings: Language, Canon-divergence, Character death, Comic storyline crossover

Word Count: 4268

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Imagine food fights with Chris.

With the sun relentlessly beaming down on your face, you were quickly aroused from your sleep. You were expecting a bad hangover after the night you had, but you woke with only a minor headache and slight fatigue; it was thanks to Chris, he had forced an Advil down your throat before putting you to bed.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes, turning to reach for Chris only to find his side of the bed empty. You propped yourself on your elbows, attempting to peer into the ensuite from where you were. The door was wide open and you couldn’t hear any sounds, which could only mean that Chris was downstairs having breakfast or watching TV, or he and Dodger had gone for their morning run.

God, how he could go for a run or do anything physical after last night was beyond you.

It wasn’t until you reached for his pillow that you noticed the note sitting on top of it. You pinched it off the pillow and laid on your back, holding it in front of your face. Your vision was fuzzy because you had only just woken up, and because you weren’t wearing your glasses, but you could make out what he’d scrawled across the paper.

Good morning, my sweet,

Dodger and I went out to get some fresh fruit for breakfast, we’ll be back soon. The coffee’s on the pot so if you’d like to get out of bed to have some while you wait for us to return, you’re more than welcome to. I doubt you’ll even be awake before we get back but- better safe than sorry.

Your ever-loving husband,
Chris.

You smiled and stretched before getting out of bed, taking your glasses with you as you headed to the bathroom to clean up. You caught yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth, noticing that you were still wearing Chris’ white dress shirt from the night before; both of you had spent it at the Oscars and its after party, which was where you and possibly Chris- you couldn’t remember- got ridiculously drunk. You pressed your nose into your shoulder and smiled because the shirt still smelt like he did; of bergamot, vanilla, and sandalwood.

You made your way downstairs and headed for the kitchen. You could smell the coffee even before you turned the corner. On the table was your favorite mug; Chris had gotten it for you for Christmas, it was white with blue snowflakes. You spotted another note with his handwriting, you picked it up and giggled when you read it.

Here I was thinking you were just going to stay fast asleep until Dodger and I got home. :P The cream and sugar are where they always are. I know it’s not Starbucks quality but I hope you enjoy your coffee anyway. If you need another Advil, take it.

You heard noises coming from the front door, then Chris’ voice and Dodger’s scuttling feet across the hardwood floor. You smiled and leaned against the marble counter, sipping your coffee as you waited for them to come through the archway.

“Well well well,” Chris smiled at you. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” He kissed you on the cheek then moved to unpack the groceries. “I honestly didn’t think you’d be awake, I sent Dodger upstairs to go get you.”

“I could tell from the notes you left me,” you chuckled and drew one from him as well. “I’m surprised you’re awake, to be honest. You drank a lot more than I did.” You reminded him, putting your cup down with a thunk.

“You forget I’m a Bostonian,” he chuckled. “We don’t get drunk and we don’t have hangovers. It’s in our genes,” he shrugged nonchalantly and you laughed. “You’re lucky I made you take that Advil last night, otherwise you wouldn’t be laughing right now.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” You hugged him from behind and kissed his shoulder blade. “What did you get?” You poked your head around him to peer at the bags that were filled with fresh fruit. “What are you going to make?”

“Pancakes,” he told you and you felt your smile widen. “These are just toppings. I even got…” He dragged out in a sing song voice, searching the bag for whatever he got. “Marshmallows!” He exclaimed excitedly, holding the bag of mini marshmallows in front of you.

“You’re such a kid,” you giggled.

“Gotta match my wife’s personality,” he teased then kissed the tip of your nose. “Shall we start?” He asked and you nodded. “Grab the mixing bowl and whisk, will you?” You nodded, doing as he asked. “Oh- and the milk and eggs from the fridge.” He instructed then padded over to the pantry to get the dry ingredients.

“Here you go,” you placed the needed items in front of him.

“Okay,” he clapped his hands together. “Let’s get pancaking. Hey-” he pointed at you and you raised an eyebrow. “No food fights,” he warned in a playful tone that meant the complete opposite of what he just said.

“Of course,” you nodded, biting back your smile.

Dodger joined the two of you in the kitchen just as you started mixing the batter. You had the job of pouring the ingredients in the bowl while Chris did the whisking of the mixture. You chatted about little things, laughing at events that had occurred the night before. You didn’t remember playing beer pong with Sebastian and Margarita until Chris reminded you; you and Chris were an unbeatable duo and Seb and Margo were absolutely smashed by the end of the game. You laughed, imagining how they must be feeling this morning.

“Hold it,” Chris stopped you and you narrowed your eyes in confusion. “You have something on your-” he dipped his pinky finger into the batter and poked it on the tip of your nose. “Nose,” he finished, biting back his smile.

“Wow,” you scoffed and chuckled at the same time. “Thank you, I didn’t notice it until just then. You know what though,” you dipped your hand into the bag of flour and grabbed a fistful of the white powder. “You have something-” you tossed it at him and he closed his eyes. “Oh, all over you face.” You said and pressed your lips together, laughing softly through your nose.

“Seriously?” His smile grew wider. “You wanna go big?” His hand dipped into the bag of flour and he tossed a handful in your face before you could dodge out of the way. “You have something all over your face as well.”

Dodger barked and drew both your and Chris’ attention onto him; the poor puppy was covered in flour too. You looked back at Chris and shook your head at him, “see what you did. Now he’s going to run all over the house and leave a trail of flour behind him.”

“Me?” He laughed. “You started the flour tossing, thank you very much. Look over there, look at all the flour behind you.” He pointed behind you and you turned. “Honestly, Y/N. It’s Sunday, I don’t want to spend the day cleaning the house.”

“There’s nothing-” You were met with another fistful of flour when you turned back to him. “Oh my God!” You laughed and he did the same, grabbing his left boob. “You’re such an asshole!” You slapped his arm.

“You look like a ghost,” he laughed louder.

“Well then you better match your wife,” you grabbed a fistful and tossed it at him. He dodged it with ease and snatched the bag away before you could grab another fistful. “Running scared, are we?” You challenged with a smug smile.

“Hey,” he held up the bag with one hand, “I’ve got the ammunition.”

“You’ve got no balls,” you placed your hands on your hips. “That’s why you’re cheating.”

He scoffed and shook his head. You watched as he slowly put the bag of flour down, the smirk on his face only meant trouble for you. You tried to make a run for it before he pounced, but you were too slow for the Super Soldier. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his front, nuzzling his flour covered face into your neck. You shrieked with laughing, hunching in his grip.

“Stop!” You laughed.

“Let’s call a truce so we can have breakfast.”

“Okay okay!” You cried out, choking on your laughter. “Truce!”

The two of you focused on cooking the pancakes without anymore flour tosses, and it took about ten minutes but you finally had a plateful of deliciously fluffy pancakes. You sat on the cold marble bench top, swinging your legs back and forth as Chris cut up a pancake doused in maple syrup.

“You are absolutely filthy,” he chuckled as he fed you. “How is it?” He asked, before taking a bite himself.

“Fantastic,” you smiled then dipped your finger in the bowl of maple syrup. “Cut me another piece please.” You asked and he did; when he looked up from the plate, you touched the tip of his nose with the sticky syrup. “Who’s filthy now?” You asked with a smug smile.

“I don’t know…” He dipped his hand into the maple syrup and wiped it onto your cheek. “You?”

“Chris!” You laughed. “You’re going to pay for this.” You jumped off the bench and took a handful of icing sugar and threw it at his face. Your jaw dropped when you saw him dipped his hand into the Nutella jar, smirking. “Don’t you dare,” you told him and slowly backed away.

You tried to make a run for it but he caught your waist with one arm and smeared the Nutella on your face and into your hair. You screamed and laughed and squirmed in his arms. He laughed and held onto you tightly as he dragged you back to the table to add a touch of icing sugar on you.

“You’re looking absolutely delicious,” he chuckled and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“I’m going to have a lot of trouble trying to get all this mucky stuff out of my hair,” you pouted.

“I will be more than happy to help,” he whispered into your ear with a cheeky, flirtatious tone.

You turned around in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling. You walked him back until he was half sat on the bench, you could tell from the smirk on his face that he was expecting something other than what you had planned. You leaned in inches away from his lips, it was a distraction so you could reach for the open jar of peanut butter and dip your hand into it. Just as he was about to kiss you, you scooped out a big dollop of peanut butter and smeared it into his hair. He made a face and groaned, pretending to be annoyed with you.

“I think you’re going to be way to busy with your own hair,” you giggled, biting your lower lip.

“Alright, alright.” He chuckled. “Let’s call it a truce and eat ‘cause as fun as this is, I’m starving.”

“Okay,” you nodded, smiling.

You and Chris continued eating breakfast with maple syrup, peanut butter, Nutella, flour, and icing sugar, on your clothes, in your hair and all over your faces. As a materialistic actress, you would usually mind being covered in anything other than Chanel but it was different with Chris, you could be covered in mud and be comfortably okay.

“I’m going to go have a shower,” you said and hopped off the island bench top. He nodded and followed behind you as you headed for the stairs. You chuckled and turned around, stopping him with my hand. “Alone, Captain.”

“Aw…” he pouted.

“But you can go have a shower with the kitchen,” you chuckled. “It is dirtier than I am and I’m sure it’ll appreciate the help in cleaning it up. So…Chop chop,” you clapped your hands in his face and he chuckled.

“Are you really going to make me clean up alone?”

“Well…You did start the food fight,” I winced. “It’s only fair that the one who started it, ends it.”

“I don’t want to clean up by myself…” He whined and you pouted, giving him your best puppy dog eyes; his weakness. “Fine, I’ll clean up.” He grumbled and you smiled. “You go have your shower. Time limit of half an hour, please. I too would like to get all this muck off me.”

“Thank you, baby,” you smiled and pecked him on the lips before skipping out of the kitchen.

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root pov, morning thunderstorm

The windows in Shaw’s new apartment feel vanishingly thin as rain batters the glass. Cold seeps in from everywhere and the top sheet and scratchy blanket aren’t enough to keep it out. It’s gray and bleak and might be just after sunrise–hard to tell. 

Aching for a little more warmth, you push your luck and burrow closer to Sameen. Lucky she’s still mostly asleep; she groans, shifts her arm, and lets you tuck yourself into the crook of her shoulder.

You close your eyes as the thunder rolls, heavy and slow, over the soundscape. Sameen doesn’t stir. She’s unflappable when she sleeps, heavy and soft and, now and then, like this morning, not-quite-snoring. Her warm body–and the unlikelihood of her waking–are your saving grace. She smells so good–clean and soapy; she showered last night with the new shampoo and conditioner you bought after the green combo goo she normally buys ran out–and her heartbeat replaces the thunder in your good ear as you press your face against her chest.

Must have dozed off, because the next thing you know, the light is struggling harder against the gloom. Sameen is looking down at you, curious. You meet her eyes. She holds your gaze, impassive and calm. The rain is still drumming against the window, but softer than before. 

“How long have you been awake?” you ask, your voice bleary.

“A few minutes.”

“Watching me sleep?”

“No,” she lies, and glances over at the window. Her body curls into yours; you shift onto your side and watch the rain with her. Thunder–faraway this time–rolls through the air.

“Mind if I don’t run down for breakfast sandwiches this morning?”

“We have cereal. And you brought home milk the other night.”

The rain shivers, glitters, a silvery veil over the city. It’s Sunday morning, an indeterminate hour, and the street is slowly grinding to life. A lonely horn sounds from below.

“Got plans today?” she asks.

“Not right away. Let’s stay warm for a little while longer.” 

Sameen smooths back your hair–a rare gesture–and rests her lips against the edge of your ear. She takes a deep breath, and together you watch the rain collide ineffectually against the window, the world outside powerless against this impermeable moment of time and space.

THINGS EACH MBTI TYPE HAS SAID (100% ACCURATE)

ISFJ - Let me be your doormat.
INFJ - I invented Jesus in my image.
ISTJ - Ofcourse I’d love to die for my country!
INTJ - I know everything about life, but I don’t have one.
INTP - I take social awkwardness to a whole new level.
ISTP - Killing people for money is a job I’d seriously consider, as a dream job you know.
ISFP - Yes, I am saying that this pile of bicycle tires and seats is art!
INFP - I was born depressed.
ESFJ - Buying stuff I don’t need and making babies makes me happy.
ENFJ - I am the nicest, most moral and kind person in the world and you should follow me and act like me.
ESTJ - I love getting up early and working my ass off every day so I can brag about my achievements and rub them in everyone’s face.
ESTP - Yo, chill man, have a beer.
ENTJ - God doesn’t exist so I’m a good enough replacement.
ENTP - Last night I solved the Riemann hypothesis while on LSD but I ripped my papers into shreds because I was so fucking high.
ESFP - Hey, look at me everyone, I can drink through my nose!
ENFP - I can persuade a professor to give me a chance to take a test after arriving 90 minutes late for it. 

SSS - One New Message

    “Hey, babe, did you happen to pick up oranges?” He asked, going through the rest of the shopping bags.

    “No, I totally forgot.” Katniss closed the app and stuck her phone in her pocket. “Sorry. I can run down to that grocer on the corner.”

    Gale made a face. “That place never has good produce. I’ll just go out to the place on third and pick some out.” He grabbed his coat from the hook. “I’ll be back by the time you’re done cooking.” He gave her a quick kiss and then left.

    “Why does he need oranges so bad?” Prim asked.

    “He thinks eating an orange every night before bed will ward off a cold.” Katniss walked to the stove and got a pan on to preheat. “He swears the reason he got so sick last year is because we ran out of oranges one week and his vitamin C levels dropped.”

    Prim laughed. “Your boyfriend is a weirdo.”

    “I know. But he’s my weirdo.” Katniss put the steaks on.