blame it on the two hours sleep this morning

You are My Heaven Pt 2 [End] (Steve Rogers fic)

Characters: reader, Steve, Sam, Natasha (mentioned), Maria Hill

Summary: Falling for a good man, who happened to be her training partner, was unavoidable. What if you can’t stay away, even after heartbreak? Is it possible to be friends with some one you’ve fallen for? Life rarely unfolds the way we hope it would. (Events take place after CATWS)

Warnings: lil fluff, lotta angst. Heartbreak. I’m sorry.

Word Count: 2.8k

Song Inspiration: Litost by X Ambassadors

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A/N: This one hurt. Once again, I drew from my own personal experiences, so it took a lot out of me to write. I hope you enjoy it? I’m considering an epilogue, so let me know if that is of interest! Please let me know your thoughts! Special thanks to @buckyywiththegoodhair for helping edit. Bless you!  

<<<Part One   Part Two   Epilogue>>>

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Originally posted by from-wizards-to-soldiers

The next morning after a maximum of 3 hours sleep, you dabbed on some concealer to hide bags under your eyes and got dressed. Hopefully you could blame your ‘illness’ on not looking your best. Once you arrived, it seemed you didn’t have to worry. Apparently Nat was a little too good at telling the story that you’d been sick. When you walked into work, everyone was shocked that you were “up and around” so soon. It was like you had the plague or something.

Assuring everyone you were fine, the office was back to business as usual. However, partway through your first day back, a mission report update arrived from Steve. Upon seeing the email, your breath quickened with a twist of your still-tender heart. You sought refuge in the bathroom until the pain in your chest subsided and tears dried. 

The rest of your week passed without incident, the only unusual being your lack of visiting the gym. Even without Steve there, too many memories lingered. You kept yourself distracted by catching up on work and spending time with the other Avengers. That weekend, you actually made an effort to go out with friends and socialize. The pain in your chest still lingered, but less sharply than before.

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vernon; lazy morning haze

Originally posted by sneezes

feat. Vernon x female reader

genre/prompts: fluffity fluffer fluff w/waking up reader, wearing each other’s clothes, just a lil bit of suggestiveness and absolutely no plot whatsoever 

word count: 1618

summary: In his excitement of seeing you after so long, he forgets to be a little more gentle when it concerns waking you up. 

Vernon looked forward to Tuesdays the most.

To others it might be that random meh day in the middle of the week, not exactly Hump Day but at least not a Monday. But his Tuesdays were special, because once practice was over he could spend the rest of the day to himself. Usually he’d be songwriting with the guys in the studio, or finally getting around to reading that Vonnegut novel his mom had been bugging him about.

But this Tuesday was even more special because he could spend the day with his girlfriend. Today’s practice ended early (and by early, meaning really late from Monday night into Tuesday morning) and seven out of the thirteen members knocked out in the middle of the dorm before they could even think about scheduling another practice. A sudden shot of energy ran through his system as he took the trip to your apartment, hardly even bothering to shower or change his clothes.

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Markhyuck Headcanons
  • If you asked Mark who his favourite dongsaeng is he would probably tell you it’s Chenle or Jisung because they are cute
  • If you ask Haechan who his favourite hyung is he would probably say Doyoungie because he puts up with his playfulness and, despite being 4 years older, is secretly just as immature as Haechan is
  • Their members always expect them to pick each other as the favourite hyung and dongsaeng because Mark and Haechan are inseparable, have always been joined at the hip since trainee and rookie days
  • But, even though in every sense, Mark is hyung by 10 months and 4 days, the two have never seen each other in a hierarchical fashion, but as equals
  • Which drives Mark crazy sometimes because he’s the leader of Dream but it’s hard to enforce his authority as the big brother when the fourth youngest (or fourth oldest, depending on how you want to see it) knows that he functions on the same level as Mark
  • Like when he’s trying to be serious and round up the buzzing, hyperactive group of teenagers but they all ignore him in favour of following the second-in-command Haechan, as he runs around in a whirlwind of energy and noise
  • Or when he’s doing the best he can to sound professional during their little talk shows, and Haechan breaks in with a smartass comment that makes everyone lose their composure and laugh
  • But Mark can’t help but laugh along with Haechan’s dimpled smiles even though he knows he’s failed at looking cool and in control, because he knows Haechan’s words have no bite behind them
  • And it’s a widely known fact among all the NCT members that Haechan has literally zero respect for his Mark hyung
  • Like the time Haechan chased Mark around the 127 dorm, cursing way too much for his age, with a slipper because Mark finished his favourite shampoo
  • And no one bothered to intervene because they’re called the Tom and Jerry duo for a reason, always bickering
  • The chase only ended when Haechan slipped on a shirt some member had left on the floor and bumped his head against the kitchen counter
  • Although Mark had been furthest away, he was the first to run back while shouting ‘Oh my god’ as the other members crowded around to baby their Maknae
  • They made up afterwards when Mark gave him the last chocolate bar from his candy stash

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Fools on Parade - Part 3 (Trixya) - Tiffany

AN: Hi angels! Here’s part 3 of fools on parade, I’m so sorry it took so long but I essentially had to rewrite it to fit the story (and also I’m incredibly lazy oops). This is kinda a filler chapter but it’s quite necessary and it’s still super cute, plus we meet Brian’s roommates Ben (Trannika) and Kim. I really hope you all enjoy and I promise the next chapter won’t take so long 😊 - Tiff ❤️‍ (ps thanks again to Vixen for being both my soulmate and my enemy, love you a bit)

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heads up i’ve been having a low day so it’s like 3pm and i’ve just been playing sims, napping and feeling sorry for myself tbh i just feel so tired even though i got like nearly 9 hours of sleep last night & woke up naturally, my body is still exhausted

i blame the meds though, sertraline always knocks me out its why i try to take it at night lol i’m dreading my early mornings at work

i spoke to work though, they said they’ll be slowly taking me off nights & working to give me two days off every week so!

that’s good! 

The Star

Originally posted by k2so

Requested: Yes, by @klmpun

Pairings: Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary: Y/N is determined to surprise Newt with the Christmas tree when she gets home, but she is too short to reach the top of the tree.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 880

A/N: I somehow started to miss my little Hufflepuff angel after a few days without a fic for him, so have this short little drabble. I hope that you guys like it, it is one of my favorites that I have written recently. Feedback is the loveliest thing, so feel free to drop some in my ask box, or in the comments!

You were going to finish before Newt got home. He had been working so hard on his book that you hadn’t had time to decorate for Christmas whatsoever. Although he was trying to hide it, you could tell that he wasn’t feeling as festive as he usually was. He didn’t want to bake gingerbread cookies or look at the lights that various businesses had strung up for the festive season.

So, that night when you got home from work. You managed to wingardium leviosa a pine tree into the case, and a group of Bowtruckles helped you hang up the lights. After that, you were on your own. You made quick work of hanging up the ornaments, trying not to worry about the fact that Newt was going to be home at any moment.

The last of the ornaments were on the tree, a few presents were spread out underneath the tree. All that was left was to put the star on top, and in your rush, you somehow forgot that you were a wizard. You had run around the case for a solid five minutes trying to find a ladder. Thankfully, Newt had a spare one, and you grabbed the star and clambered to the top. Unfortunately, you managed to place the ladder a few inches too far away, and you were leaned precariously over the edge.

You thought that if you leaned just a few more inches to the side, you were going to finally get this damn star on the top of the tree, and then everything was going to be perfect when he got home. Just a few… more… inches

And then you were falling.

“Accio!” and then, you were in Newt’s strong arms, his kind eyes and his warms smile calming your racing heart.

“Hey there.” He laughed, raising his eyebrows.

“Hi,” you breathed, grateful that he had managed to catch you. he seemed to always be doing that. It may not have always been in such a literal way, but he was always picking you up when you were down.

“What were you thinking?” he laughed, setting you down and glancing around the room.

“I wanted to surprise you and decorate because you weren’t feeling Christmas-y and that isn’t something that I am okay with. So,” you took his hand and led him to the tree, “I decided to do something about it. But, I couldn’t reach the top of the tree, so I was trying to put the star on the top and of course you saw how that went.”

“Did you forget that you are a wizard?” he asked, quirking his head to the side.

“Excuse me?”

“You could have levitated the star to the top of the tree and have avoided an entire set of problems.”

“I guess that you make a good point, Mr. Scamander.” You said, pulling him closer to you by the lapels of his coat.

“And what would that be, Ms. Y/L/N?” he asked, smiling down at you devilishly.

“That I do get a bit flustered when I am around you.” you laughed, pulling him in for a kiss. The two of you stayed there, beside your decorated tree, completely consumed in each other.

Sometimes Newt got so wrapped up in his work that he did not stumble home until the wee hours of the morning. You could never blame the creatures, but you did wish that their sleeping schedule would lend itself more kindly to your own. Especially when Newt slipped into bed and shoved his frozen feet against you, with little thought to the yelp that you let out upon contact.

But, in moments like this, you were just grateful to have him, even if it was only for a short while before he inevitably ventured back out into the cold.

“I got you something.” You said, voice a bit breathless after pulling away from the kiss.

“It isn’t even Christmas yet, and you know that I have a tendency to leave things to the last minute.” He groaned. Even though you knew that he was upset that he didn’t have anything for you, but you knew that he also really wanted whatever it was that you got him.

“You can relax, because this isn’t even your Christmas present. I just know that you needed a new one and soon. Besides, there was some spare wrapping paper laying around, so I thought, why not?” you explained, handing him the package that you had spent more time than usual wrapping perfectly.

He peeled away the paper to find a new leather-bound journal, with an inscription on the inside of the cover. “To my magizoologist, let us have many adventures to fill this book. -Y/N” Newt read. His eyes remained on the journal for a moment, before meeting yours. You couldn’t remember a time that his eyes were so filled with love.

He immediately gathered you up in a nearly bone-crushing hug, the feeling of love almost overpowering as he nuzzled into your neck.

“Thank you darling,” he whispered, his breath tickling your neck.

“You are so incredibly welcome,” you whispered back, hoping that you would always feel this happy, and this loved. Something in the back of your mind promised you that you would.

Off work again today because I just woke up feeling poxy.  I take some blame for watching two episodes of Twin Peaks before going to sleep (and going to sleep about an hour later than I should have) but my throat is so swollen/sensitive that I choked trying to take my morning pills and coughed so hard I came precious close to hurling.  Things ain’t right.

Office Romance

Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader

Words: 1,010

Warnings: none! Just fluff ^^ (for once, lol)

This one’s for you, anon! I hope you like it :) also I hope it’s fluffy enough ^^ also sorry the title’s so cheesy/generic xD

If you do write aus! Can you write reader and kylo as office workers who are in a relationship can you make it fluffy thanks.

You weren’t exactly sure how it had happened. It just, sort of, had. In the same way these things always do. You had found what you were searching for when you weren’t even looking…

He was the boss. He was powerful, intimidating and mysterious. Not to mention handsome as hell. He always wore black, slim-fit suits which contoured his muscles perfectly, you’d noticed. His jet black hair always looked as if it was failing to be tamed, as he constantly ran his fingers through its length to force it away from his face. His eyes were a deep chestnut colour, but in the sunlight changed to a soft golden-hazel colour. Stunning.

One afternoon, he had caught you staring at him through the glass walls of his office. To be fair, he had been leaning over his desk, with his toned ass pointed in your general direction, whether intentional or not was not the point. But who could blame you? You certainly didn’t blame the other girls in the office for also staring. But why did he pick you? He was utterly magnificent. And you? Just a lowly intern.

But pick you he did.

“Good morning my love” he whispered in your ear as he bent over and kissed you with his full lips. You immediately recognised the bitter taste of his strong morning coffee. He still had his ‘morning voice’, as you called it, because it was still a little husky from sleep.

“You already said that” you whispered, remembering waking up in his apartment not two hours ago.

“Well it’s still good to see you, it’s still the morning, and you’re still my love” he replied, kissing you again in full view of the entire office. Your cheeks flushed. Not that you didn’t enjoy his kisses, nay, you loved them, but in full view of all of your colleagues it was a bit embarrassing.

Kylo knew you felt this way, which is why, on telling him this, he had suddenly become insistent on kissing you as often and as publicly as he possibly could. He wanted everyone to know you were his, and vice versa.

“Kylo…” you broke away, evoking a raised brow from your boss, “I mean, sir…” you emphasised as he smiled, satisfied.

“… I really should get some work done” you continued, idly shuffling some papers on your desk, although you had no idea what they were for.

“I thought you were just here to look pretty?” Kylo teased, now perched on your desk in front of you. You appreciated the tightness of his black suit trousers as he spread his legs slightly.

“Haha” you said sarcastically. Ok, so your job wasn’t particularly important, especially contrasted with that of your boyfriend’s, but it was a small cog in a large mechanism. Without you, the whole thing would fall apart, you’d like to tell yourself…

“I am here for far more than that, Kylo. I’m not completely unimportant” you insisted

“You’re important to me” he continued, a sudden seriousness in his voice. He kissed you again, this time letting his tongue run along your bottom lip.

“Not here!” you broke free of him again, pushing against his firm chest

“Fine. But I actually came over to give you this”, Kylo presented you with a single rose. Not a red one, though. It was actually a dark purple, but it was so dark you could’ve sworn for a moment that it was black. But it was so Kylo… Beautifully unconventional. It was perfect.

“The colour symbolises enchantment” Kylo explained, “that’s how you make me feel”

“Wow”, you were a little shocked. Kylo was all about the PDA and was very physically expressive, but he had never been this openly emotional with you. It was nice.

“Thank you…” you said, smelling the rose. It had an utterly intoxicating scent, not like normal roses. It was stronger, darker, sexier. Again, like him.

“… But what’s the occasion?” you couldn’t help asking

“Does there need to be? Does there need to be a reason for me to express my feelings for you? Are you not reason enough?” Kylo replied, getting disproportionately defensive, his knuckles going white

“No, I mean, yes, of course!” you attempted to assure him. Kylo could often be pretty explosive, and, as your boss, you didn’t want to make him irate before he’s even finished his morning coffee. He’d probably make you scrub the toilets or something…

“I love you, Kylo, I really do. This means so much to me” you kissed him sweetly.

You could feel his eyes on you as you went to fetch something to put the rose in. All you could find was a random champagne class, but it would do for now

“There” you said, placing it gently on your desk, as if it was the most precious thing in the world like, you supposed, Kylo’s love.

“Well I should probably go do some important things” Kylo interjected as you were engrossed in positioning your rose

“I should probably do some unimportant things” you joked


“I don’t want to leave” he said, trailing his fingers along your cheek

“You’re only going over there, Kylo” you joked, pointing a couple of metres away to his office, “and you can still see me” you winked

“I just wanted you to know how much I love you. I hope it worked” he said, sauntering off as if nothing had ever happened

The man was maddening. But he was your man and you knew exactly how to let him know that it had worked…

You tore a piece of A4 paper from your printer and wrote in Sharpie “it did” in big bold letters, enough to be able to see from a few metres away if you held it up

As Kylo entered his office, it didn’t take long for his attention to be drawn to you. You held your message up, hoping that he could read what it says and didn’t think you’d simply lost your mind…

He smiled the warmest and most beautiful smile. It had worked.

So, I came across this post on the @writers4ziam blog and I had to do something about it, so here it goes. It’s kinda long so there’s a read more.

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It wasn’t really Liam’s fault that Netflix decided to upload an entire season of his favorite show on a Sunday night. It really wasn’t. As Liam yawned his way through his morning routine with barely a couple hours of sleep on him, his drowsy half-functioning brain tried to convince him that it really wasn’t his fault. Yeah, maybe he could’ve behaved like a normal person and watched one or two episodes a day but how the hell do people do that? Patience was never really his forte. He really had to binge watch all eight episodes in one sitting. He had to. It was Netflix’s fault for tempting him. And it wasn’t like he had any other plans, right? His social life was pretty nonexistent.

He decided to blame everything bad that could happen that morning at work on the Netflix gods. Being as sleepy as he was, being a clumsy moron, and working as a barista, was probably a catastrophic combination. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t survive his morning shift unscathed.

After a commute he spent sleeping on the shoulder of some stranger, he arrived at work ten minutes late. After a quick good morning for his coworkers, Louis and Harry, he walked into the back room to change. He put on his all black uniform and his red apron and without even looking in the mirror, he walked back out, ready (ish) to work. There was no point. His hair would be an unfixable mess anyways and he was sure he looked dead on his feet.

Liam powered through the first few hours of his shift like a drone. Take order, take money, put money in register, give change, next. It was quite busy at this time of morning, the shop was pretty close to a college campus and there was an almost never ending line of people ordering their morning coffee. It was always the same routine and Liam could do it with his eyes closed. Maybe his lack of sleep made him give the wrong amount of change to a few people but he fixed the mistake himself most times.

This morning, however, wasn’t like any other morning. Maybe he had something on his face, or maybe his sleepiness was way too evident, because for some reason way too many girls giggled at him as soon as they stood in front of the register, wishing him good luck (What the hell was that about?); and way too many guys winked at him with big smiles on their faces (not counting the few that looked at him like he had just kicked a puppy). On three different occasions, random guys slipped him their number scribbled on their cups or their paper napkins. It was simply confusing. He didn’t know if the problem was his brain, making things up, or if something was actually happening and he was having trouble putting two and two together. Usually it was Louis or Harry that got the giggling girls and the winking guys and the phone numbers. He simply never got that kind of attention. Never did. Whoever told him being a barista meant scoring like never before was full of crap. He was just the token awkward nerdy guy at the shop, and most guys that actually talked to him were only interested in knowing who his hot coworkers were.

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The Neighbor Next Door 2/15

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, BONUS: XMAS Extra #1, XMAS Extra #2

Summary: (USUK) Arthur, an Omega has recently made the move to the US for a promising new job. He finds more than he bargained for when his loud Alpha neighbor won’t stop having sex at all hours of the night. Being sexually frustrated he declares war, but does Arthur want to be the victor when giving in feels so right?

Warnings: Fic is rated R ; traditional omegaverse

A/N: This story will be updated on Fridays. It was only supposed to be 5-6 chapters and I’m currently working on chapter 7 so original estimate completely out the window. /o/

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Bookshop AU: Chapter 3

Hello Everyone! Here’s my first chapter and chapter 3 of The Bookshop AU: a collaborative fic by @takemeawaytocamelot​ and me. 

CATCH UP: Ch. 1: Meet Cute | Ch. 2: Tea for Two

Chapter 3: Captain Murray

I was bloody exhausted. Nine days in a row of 13-hour night shifts, but now I had a glorious thirty-five hours off. I was torn between wanting to sleep for most of it and wanting to take some time to do something enjoyable.

I’d had a patient in critical condition and had been kept a full two hours late, meaning to my great disappointment that I’d missed my usual breakfast with Jamie. Over the last month it had become part of my almost daily routine. I loved Jamie’s company. He was always interested in my stories from the hospital (as Frank never was), and gave me space to decompress. He was funny, kind and intelligent. Jamie was a wonderful friend and after only a month I didn’t know what I’d do without him.

By habit, I walked down the street that housed both our usual café and Fraser’s Books on my way home. Despite how tired as I was, I decided to pop into the bookshop to say hi before heading to Frank’s house to sleep.

I loved the smell of old books and tea that always lingered in Jamie’s shop. It always put me at ease. Neither Jamie nor Murtagh were at the front counter, so I quietly strolled between the shelves. There were no other customers in the shop. Peeking into the back room, I saw Jamie at the small antique desk. He was pouring over what seemed to be an order or ledger book and sliding down the bridge of his nose…

My mouth moving before my tired brain could catch up, I found myself greeting him by saying “Very geek-chic.” To my amusement, Jamie jumped slightly and scrambled to whip the glasses off his face as quickly as possible, the tips of his ears turning red.

“Sassenach!” He looked up at me, clearly embarrassed. I couldn’t fathom why – the rectangular glasses were rather becoming on him.

“Morning, Jamie.”

He smiled sheepishly and stood, coming around the desk towards me. “I missed you at breakfast. Long shift?”

“Very long. But it’s over. And I get an entire thirty-five hours off.”

“Well that’s verra exciting, indeed.” He smiled impishly. “What are you doing to celebrate?”

“Sleeping. Then not much of anything, really. Frank’s got a work thing.”

His eyes seemed to harden for a moment at the mention of Frank, as they often did. I couldn’t really blame him – Frank had been so rude to Jamie the only time the two men had met.

“Weel, that won’t do, lass. When’s the last time you’ve had some proper fun?”

“Hmm… before medical school, probably. So about twenty years ago,” I joked.

He chuckled a bit then said, “The lads and I are heading down to the pub tonight. Ye could join us, if ye like.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Don’t be daft, lass. If I didna want ye there, I wouldn’t have invited ye.”

It did sound like more fun then I’d had in a good while. “Alright. Thank you.”

“O’ course, Sassenach.” He smiled as I yawned into the sleeve of the coat I wore over my scrubs. “Go sleep for a bit and meet me back here at seven.”

I nodded and he walked me towards to shop door. “Have a good afternoon.”

“Have a good sleep, lass. I’ll see ye tonight.”


Jamie came out of the back room where he’d been stowing cash from the day in the safe just as Claire came back into his shop. He stood frozen for a moment, stunned. Claire was always radiantly beautiful. Always. But since the third time they met, she was always in her scrubs after a long shift. Now she stood by the door illuminated by the setting sun. She was both angel and seductress in tight jeans and a black pea coat. Christ.

She smiled and he melted. “How was your day?”

He cleared his throat. “Fine enough, thank ye. Did ye sleep?”

“I just about passed out the moment I got to Frank’s.”

To Frank’s. It was like a punch to the gut every time he was mentioned. Damn lucky, ungrateful bastard.

They found themselves sitting side by side on the shop’s front counter chatting about his day and her shift the night before. Ian was due to arrive any minute, and the three of them would walk to the pub together. He was a bit nervous for Ian and Claire to meet – he’d spent much of the past month lamenting to Ian about The Claire Situation, as Ian and Jenny called it. At twenty-past, Ian came into the shop still clad in his Edinburgh Fire Department t-shirt. He took one look at Jamie and Claire sitting on the counter and a slow smile spread across his face, catching Jamie’s eye over Claire’s head before she turned to look at him. Claire’s back now to Jamie, he subtly shook his head at his brother-in-law to be.

Both hopping down from the counter, Jamie introduced the pair. “Claire, this is my sister’s fiancé, Ian Murray. Ian, Claire Beauchamp.”

“It’s nice to meet ye, Claire. I’ve heard so much about ye.” Jamie was going to kill him.


Jamie, Ian and Claire walked into the boisterous bar chatting animatedly. Jamie had quickly decided against killing the man, as he’d spent the entire walk talking him up to Claire.

“So he tied them to the kitchen table and stood over the quaking lumps until the police showed up and carted them off.“

“That’s amazing.” Jamie’s cheeks warmed at Claire’s praise. Maybe he should buy Ian a drink.

They were the last to arrive – Murtagh, Angus and Rupert were already at their usual table. Ian walked ahead, followed by Claire. Jamie took up the rear – a position he was very thankful for and regretted immediately. As they walked further into the pub, Claire took off her coat giving Jamie an unimpeded view of the bonniest round arse encased in sinfully tight jeans he’d ever seen. Jesus Christ. She’d be the death of him.

So distracted, he nearly collided with her when she stopped by the table. She greeted Murtagh warmly, who raised his whiskey towards her in greeting. Ian circled the table to sit next to Angus, ensuring that Jamie and Claire would be next to each other. Jamie’s hand twitched to pull out her seat, but she beat him too it, sitting down across from Ian. Jamie took the last seat between Murtagh and Claire before introducing her to Rupert and Angus. Angus eyed her appreciatively, much to Jamie’s chagrin, before handing her the drink menu.

“The girly drinks are in the back.” Claire looked at Angus, eyebrow raised at his condescending tone.

“Thanks.” She flipped to a page near the front. Jamie looked over her shoulder and saw that she was looking at whiskeys.

He flagged down a waitress as Claire closed the menu. When she ordered, Ian and Angus kicked him under the table simultaneously, their eyebrows raised. Why God saw fit to introduce him to his perfect woman after she had fallen for another man, he’d never know. He looked at the waitress and ordered the same as Claire – Laphroaig Quarter Cask on the rocks.

Jamie turned back to Claire as the waitress went to fetch their drinks. “I didna ken you were a fan of Laphroaig.”

Claire smiled at him. “It’s my favourite.”

He couldn’t believe it. “Mine, too.”

Ian caught his eye again from across the table before addressing Claire. “So. Claire. You’re a Doctor, then?”

“Yes, I am. I’m doing my residency right now.”

Angus leaned towards her, “Ye can doctor me anytime ye like, lass. I’ve got a problem tha’ might be needin’ yer tendin’.”

Jamie was about to interject, to tell Angus to shut his gob, but it wasn’t necessary. Before he could open his mouth, Claire volleyed back, “I’d love to help, but I haven’t got a microscope powerful enough to see the problem.”

Silence… For about half a second.

And then the table, Angus included, burst into uproarious laughter.

Jamie threw an arm around Claire’s shoulder, “You’re a witty one.” Looking around the table, Jamie could see that the men had started to accept Claire into the fold.  


Hours had passed, and Jamie was having the time of his life drinking and laughing with his closest friends and the woman he loved, when their joy was abruptly cut short with the ringing of Claire’s cell phone.

“Hello? … I’m out with some friends. I…” Even over the din of the bar, Jamie could hear muffled shouting through the phone line. “Frank, stop… I … Okay… okay.” The table went quiet, Claire’s anxiety apparent even to Rupert and Angus. “I’m heading there now…. No, I don’t need you to come get me… I’m not drunk…. I… Okay. I’ll see you soon…. Yes. Bye.” Claire hung up the phone and the table remained still. She closed her eyes for a moment, upset and embarrassed. Jamie gently put a hand on her shoulder. She took a deep breath before looking around the table, a forced smile plastered on her face. “I’m sorry, but I’ve got to run. It was lovely meeting you.”  

Everyone said somewhat subdued but heartfelt goodbyes and see-you-soons, and Jamie passed Claire her coat before telling the table that he’d see her into a taxi and be back. Jamie and Claire walked out of the bar together and stood on the street, looking out for a taxi to hail.

Claire was quiet.

Jamie pulled her into a gentle hug and closed his eyes as she settled herself comfortably under his chin.

“Tell me?”

She let out a deep sigh. “He got home from his function and was upset I wasn’t there.”

“So, what, he expects ye to just be waitin’ around for him? Waiting at his beck and call for him to get home when he pleases?” His tone had a sharpness to it he’d never had with her before. But he knew she’d know his frustration wasn’t with her.

“Well… I mean, I understand. I work long hours—”

“Aye. Ye do. And so ye deserve to do whatever ye damn well please when you’ve got some time to yourself.”

Jamie was reluctant to send her back to Randall. He didn’t know the man. Part of him feared – but no. Claire would never stay with a man who… no.

But even so… “Claire?” He tightened his arms around her.

“Yeah?”

“Will ye promise me something?”

“Of course.”

He pulled back enough to look into her beautiful, whiskey-coloured eyes. “Promise me that… that if Frank ever.” He stopped, took a breath and started again. “Promise me that if anyone ever hurts ye, you’ll tell me.”

“Oh, Jamie, no. Frank would never. He has a bit of a temper, sure, but he’d never do that.”

“I’m sure you’re right. I’m sure he wouldn’t. But even so, I’d feel better…”

“Okay. I promise.” 

They stood for another few minutes before managing to flag down a taxi. He saw her safely in and watched the taxi drive away, his heart heavy, before turning to go back into the pub.

Seventeen reactions~  The moment they realised they were in love with you ~

Scoups~ it had only been a month since you two had become official. You were playing a fun game of basketball, him letting you win half the time. Watching you run around and laughing made him realise that he would rather die before letting that smile ever disappear.

Jeonghan~ You decided to surprise him at one of his fanmeets even on your tight schedule. After meeting your adoring eyes as he performed, he knew he was the luckiest man in the world.

Joshua~ He was always more of the traditional type, be with someone while pursuing his career and then after a few years, settle down and get married. That was the plan. However one night as you fell asleep on his chest and after being with you for barely 3 months, he whispered to himself, “i’d give up everything to be with you”

Jun~ You two were often separated because of his tours. During one interview, he was caught off guard with sudden memories of your face at the airport gates and how you were trying so hard to hold back your tears. He knew then that the first thing he would do when he got back was wrap his arms around you and never let you go.

Soonyoung~ You two were just friends at this point, he had taken you to the company party. As you were being introduced to other people, you turned to give him a reassuring wave. He felt a sudden but familiar tug at his heart every time you became flustered around other men. He didn’t know before but he definitely knew it now, that the pain he was feeling would never go away unless you were in his arms.  

Wonwoo~ Walking with you to and from your dorm together became a routine between you two ever since you were trainees. One particular night, he finished up late but just as he saw you waiting outside for him long after normal office hours, he realised that his life would be complete if it was your face he got to see first in the morning and the last before bed.

Jihoon~ It was close to 3am when he received a call from you, a concerned friend, to remind him to sleep. Though he tried to blame it on being so sleep deprived and over worked, at that moment, he finally understood what his lyrics really meant. 

“When you look at me, You’re so beautiful. I want to tell you. All of you that I see. I want to cherish it” (20, seventeen)

Seokmin~ He was the type to say whatever was on his mind whether he knew it or not. In middle of a game you two were playing he had blurted out those three words. He froze in silence as colour rushed to his face. Where did that come from? Have i always felt this way? Do i see y/n more than a friend? Why the hell did i tell y/n this out of no where? a thousand questions came to his head as you sat there in shock.

Mingyu~ He was watching you jump around as you were dancing to their latest hit and singing in all the wrong keys while in your pyjamas in the middle of the night. It felt strangely domestic. It was true as they said, falling in love at a young age didn’t mean you were missing out on the typical adolescent party life, it meant you were enjoying it together with someone else.

Minghao~ Both of you had such busy schedules that you were constantly away from each other. He had come to his realisation that nothing, not even moving to a foreign country, learning a new language, training to debut with 12 other boys, was harder than not being able to hold you in his arms and call you his.

Seungkwan~ Truthfully every time he looks at you, he falls in love with you all over again. From your creamy chocolate eyes to the light sprinkle of freckles across your glistening skin. Everything about you, flaws and all, to him were given by gods and he didn’t understand how he could have persuaded you to fall for a guy like him. umm boo, baby you so cute!

Vernon~ You two had been friends since before he could even remember and during that entire time, he’s been madly in love with you. He can’t pinpoint when it happened but no matter how he’s tried to deny it and push it away in hopes that it was “just a phase”, you were always there at the front of his mind from the moment he wakes up to the last thing he remembers before falling asleep.

Dino~ You two had been together for a good half a year and he was liking you more and more each day. One particular day though, seeing you after a long day of practice, he realised that that “like” had turned to “love” in a very short amount of time. All he could think of doing was pulling you in and closing the gap between the two of you.

~BONUS~

Imagine having their eyes follow you as you walk past, hearts beating out of their chests and heads filling up with thoughts on how to make you theirs.

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Stay with Me

Author: The Heir of Slythdurin

Rating: T

Summary: I saw someone had written a request for working with Charlie in Romania, and him bringing them home to meet the family. I know someone already filled that, so I hope this is okay. Also kind of combined it with the imagine - Imagine Studying Dragons in Romania with Charlie.

Word Count: 2253

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I Let Go - part 9

LOVE ME. I hope you guys enjoy this part, I really enjoyed writing it. Another thank you to yotoob for betaing all of these chapters, you’re an angel. Hartbig, sff, sfw. Enjoy! :)

I Let Go

Part 9

Mamrie’s phone buzzes for the third time in twenty minutes and she resists the urge to stamp on it and destroy it. She blows a raspberry at her cell as she walks by the counter it vibrates on, reaching up for the handle of her cupboard.

“Peppermint or chamomile?”

Her voice rings through the apartment, loud enough for her guest to hear. Mamrie stands with her head turned to the side and listens with a furrowed brow to the choked sob followed by a sniffle.

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Because Bokuto is the epitome of an owl, you’d think he’d be able to stay up super late. On the contrary, he really can’t stay up much past midnight. Sometimes he’ll try to stay up to text Akaashi or Kuroo, but he ends up falling asleep at around 11:30 every night. Akaashi blames this on the fact that he’s so energetic during the day, he passes out at night early to recharge.

Akaashi, on the other hand, could stay up all night if he really wanted to. He averages about 5-7 hours of sleep every night, because he has a really bad habit of staying up to read entire novels in one sitting. Hence why he always looks so sleepy. He secretly appreciates whenever Bokuto stays up to text him, but the silent solitude at around two in the morning is relaxing. It’s why he looks so sleepy: cuz he just doesn’t sleep.

When they stay the night together (and when they move in together), Bokuto tries really hard to stay awake with Akaashi every night. He ends up just falling asleep curled into Akaashi’s side as Akaashi runs his fingers through his hair. Little does Bokuto know that Akaashi does that on purpose to get him to fall asleep faster so he can have some quiet (but also so he can see Bokuto’s cute sleeping face).

~Mod Keiji

somnolence

“maybe he’s dreaming about you.”

i.

It’s dark.

Oliver has woken up three times before in the last few hours alone, each time hoping he’d open his eyes to sunlight. But it’s still storming outside, the sky an angry purple as it rages.

He’s had a hard time sleeping for the past few months. Scratch that, he’s had a hard time sleeping for five years now. He gets up, pacing, muscles tense as lightning flashes. He finally throws himself into his desk chair, the springs squeaking under his weight. 

The mysterious black arrow is still in its drawer, and for a lack of better things to do, he takes it out. There’s precious little information on the shaft, and he’s quickly found that he’s not adept enough with the internet to follow the trail. He gives it one last try, punching the company name into Google.

“Sagittarius,” he mutters. A barrage of internet horoscopes come up. He grunts.

“Sagittarius arrows,” he tries. The company website is the first result, but unfortunately for him, there’s no “track your arrow!” function.

He tosses the weapon onto his desk, now feeling both sleepy and frustrated. Looks like he’ll be paying another visit to QC IT tomorrow. Or later today, as it were.

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Sleep clouded your mind and if somebody had asked you which way was up and which was down, you wouldn’t be able to answer. (At all.) You heard the near silent buzz of the rain outside the place that you had come to call home (both the literal and the metaphorical––which would be Calum’s arms) and pulled yourself further into the haven he provided. A smile curled onto your features and his arms tightened around you, causing the hem of your shirt to rise a few inches and goosebumps to prickle their way across the flesh. You weren’t sure how long you had been sleeping (and there really wasn’t any reason to, what with it being a melancholy and fainéant Sunday) but one thing you were sure of was that you would rather stay there in Calum’s arms than step out of your personal sanctuary. The rain was like a quiet melody as you drifted in and out of consciousness, your mind only being brought back to reality when Calum’s arms squeezed around you in his own dream-state. (And you guessed that explained the smile that lit up on your face––how even when he was asleep, the only thing he wanted was you.) But your remarkably pleasant sanctuary was seemingly ripped away from you when you felt the arms that you called home leave you along with the bed dipping, upsetting your slumber even more than just his disappearance. “Calum,“ you groaned, your hands stretching out for the body you wished would return to you. Hearing a small chuckle from the other side of the room, you slowly rolled your nearly unconscious body over as the rain became louder in your ears now that you faced the large window in the bedroom the two of you shared. “Come on,” Calum replied through a throaty chuckle, his voice coated with sleep. His calloused hand found your own (dwarfing it like it always did) and pulled your dazed self out of the haven you had found hours prior. "We’re not staying in bed all day just because it’s raining outside.” (But, really, that was all you wanted to do. And you couldn’t really blame Calum if five minutes later the two of you ended up curled on the couch––some romantic comedy playing in the background, acting like a white noise generator that put you into a peaceful and glorious slumber.)

for @alreadymissings and @asickburnout sunday morning!5sos blurb night!!

so shybabyluke gave me this idea right here and I wrote it bc why not. also I twisted it just a bit to make it longer

Ashton awakens with a start. He frantically glances around the dark room, mainly because he has no idea where he is–until he remembers that he’d accidentally fallen asleep on the couch. A second later he hears it again, the sound that had disturbed his sleep in the first place. 

Lily is crying again.

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