but THIS console room is the room I feel attachment to

Well, Shit. (A Voltron Fanficiton)

You remember when I said I can’t write fanficiton for shit? Well here we go! My best attempt! If you like it please let me know! I’m working on Chapter 2! Takes place after season 2, after finding Shiro (because Shiro will come back I will not accept anything else omg). 

CHAPTER 2 IS NOW HERE: http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/156953215941/well-shit-a-voltron-fanficiton-chapter-2

















ALSO YOU CAN READ THE WHOLE SERIES ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10025633

Lance and the Voltron Team go on a mission that goes horribly wrong. Lance is left behind to be interrogated by the mysterious Galra Prince Lotor. The team must rush to get him back at all costs. 

Chapter 1: Well, Great.

Lance awoke to the same face he had been seeing for a while now. That’s the thing about space, it’s hard to tell the time. But this Prince Lotor guy was making it even harder since he didn’t let Lance sleep more than an hour at a time, well he hoped it was an hour.

Team Voltron had been floating across the galaxy and found a distress beacon from a nearby planet. When they landed Allura asked the people what was wrong since they seemed pretty peachy for apparently being under distress. They lead the Voltron team to these large trees, like huge, way bigger than Earth’s trees. They entered a kind of makeshift elevator and when they reached the top they saw the problem.

A huge Galra ship hanging in the sky above them. No movement, nothing firing, just sitting there in the atmosphere above the planet. Obviously the people had panicked, sounded the distress beacon but the ship hadn’t done anything for a full week. The ship was making the people nervous so they left the beacon on hoping someone would come help them.

It was weird. Really weird. So of course they had to check it out. Team Voltron. Wooh. Anyway so eventually they went back to the castle. Allura and Coran did every scan they thought of and well they found no signs of life. Also weird. But they couldn’t destroy the ship, not from the castle. The shields were still up and they had to be disabled. So someone, namely Pidge had to get on the ship, disable the shield and get out so the castle could blast it out of the sky. Simple.

First of all Lance was the only one to think that maybe this wasn’t a great idea. Everyone else was convinced the scans worked, that no one was on the ship. Of course they went in still on alert but you know, things never go well for the paladin in blue. So Pidge was escorted by Lance and Keith while Hunk and Shiro waited with the castle just in case.

They entered the ship no problem. Not a big deal. Even got to the control panel without a hitch. But as soon as Pidge so much as touched the console things went to shit, real quick. When Pidge touched the console it set off some sort of alarm, out of nowhere Lance heard guards gathering outside the control room door. He and Keith readied their bayards then the comms went nuts. Shiro, Hunk and the castle had been surrounded by a Galra fleet. There was no escape. It had been a trap.

So Lance made a decision and a dangerous one. Without thinking he grabbed Keith and Pidge by the back of their uniforms and threw them over the edge of the control board, down a long drop where a vent lead to the outside of the ship. Pidge made a surprise squeak with Keith yelling Lance’s name. Lance turned and began to fire on the Galra soldiers. He knew what he had to do.

“I’m gonna blow the ship. Get as far away as you can, wormhole out if you have to!” He shouted over the comms.

There was muffled sounds of protest from Shiro and Hunk before the comms went dead completely. Great now they couldn’t communicate. The guards were piling through the door like mice escaping a hole. He had to hope that by now Pidge and Keith had made it far enough away, he couldn’t hold them any longer. So he turned his back, taking what cover he could from the tons of fire. He aimed at the crystal in front of him. He needed to break it. So he looked where he could fire. Where the crystal attached, he’s sure he can hit it. He aims, a shot from one of the guards hits him in the shoulder. Doesn’t matter. He breathes and fires. The shot hit sure and true and the crystal began to crack, sparks coming from it. Lance jumped into the cavern, going down the shaft to the vent. The crystal explodes.

Lance can’t hear anything, the explosion must have blown an ear drum. His back feels hot, spinning out of control into open air, jet pack not functioning. Great. Blue isn’t near enough to get to him. He had no idea how the castle was if everyone was okay. But the g-forces were causing his head to spin and he began to lose consciousness. His last thought was, I hope everyone gets out okay. Lance’s vision goes black as he continues to tumble towards the planet’s surface.

Everyone sees it, they hear it too. Keith and Pidge managed to get back to the castle in one piece right before the whole ship goes up. The explosion would have been spectacular if it wasn’t so frightening. Hunk and Shiro stopped fight just of a moment in sheer horror as the whole ship explodes. Lance was on that ship.

But the explosion works. The fleet takes damage, the explosion bigger than usual since they were fighting in the atmosphere rather than space. It takes out several ships. They have a chance to escape.

But everyone is frozen. Until they see it. A tiny figure tail spinning out of control in a blue and white suit.

“Lance!” Shiro shouts, trying to get to him before he hits the surface. But enemies were replacing the destroyed ones and he couldn’t get there in time.

Suddenly the ship that had hung back for the entire battle did something none of them expected. It sent out a beam of purple light and shined it on Lance’s out of control form. Lance’s body went limp, still and then slowly began to drag him toward the Galra ship.

Keith yelled, “They’re taking him!”

“We have to get him!” Pidge insisted. She hated the way he was limp, was he unconscious or worse?

They rushed to go get their lions. But Allura’s voice stopped them.

“YOU CANNOT!” She shouted.

Everyone paused even Shiro and Hunk who were still fighting outside the castle but they heard it over the comms. They had never heard Allura scream like that.

“We must wormhole out, we cannot win this fight.” She said this time barely a whisper.

There was a stunned silence before Keith of all people shouted.

“That’s LANCE out there! He just risked his life to give us a chance! We can’t abandon him!” Keith said, outraged.

Allura took in a breath.

“That is exactly why we need to go. Now. Lance bought us time. We can’t waste it.” She turned to them, tears in her eyes. Keith’s rage quickly melted.

“We will come back for him. We will find him and bring him home. However we need to be alive to do that. I’m certain we would not survive an assault on that ship. We must leave. Now.” Allura said tears streaking down her cheeks.

She wiped them the best she could and went to the comms telling Hunk and Shiro to come back. They were going to wormhole out. Reluctantly they came back, looking pale and worried. The ship made the wormhole, leaving the Galra and Lance behind.

Lance’s head felt heavy. His back felt worse, dry and stinging. He was being suspended against a wall. Arms, legs and torso bound by heavy thick clamps on the walls. Everything hurt. He slowly raised his head, moving it seemed to make it worse but he needed to see where he was. He knew he wasn’t in the castle but where exactly was he?

He blinked his eyes. Realizing quickly that one was having trouble seeing, which is a great thing to add to his ever growing list of problems. The room was dark with metal floors, walls and ceiling. Purple lights lined the walls in a linear pattern. He recognized that purple anywhere. He was on a Galra ship. Great.

He spent time looking over his injuries. He took a shot to the shoulder, he remembered that. But the rest must have been from the explosion or the free fall. His back was burnt, realizing the sensation. His left eye couldn’t see very well, vision was dark and tinted red. He could feel a cut over his eyebrow pulsing and swollen. His jaw felt fat and burned. The clamps were holding him to the wall a bit too tight and it seemed hard to draw a good breath. What a mess.

Soon the door flew open, showering the room in purple light. A tall man stepped in, long white hair and purple skin. Yellow almost glowing eyes looked at Lance with an interest that made his skin crawl. He was wearing armor, fancy armor. This guy was definitely in charge. Lance smirked, confidence couldn’t fail him now.

“Who are you? Zarkon’s replacement?” Lance asked, smug

The man took a moment and smiled.

“Yes, something like that.” He confirmed.

Lance was a little stunned, he honestly hadn’t expected him to answer.

“What, really?!” Lance asked, shocked.

The man smiled.

“My name is Prince Lotor, I am Zarkon’s son.” He took a step forward, examining Lance a little closer.

Once satisfied with being a creep he backed off.

”I must inform you that your fellow paladins have abandoned you.” Lotor said.

Lance breathed a small breath of relief. So they did get out. Good. That’s good, Lance thought although he couldn’t help the lump forming in his throat.

“Oh don’t worry, they’ll be back.” Lance said confidently.

Well he hoped anyway. Lotor paused and smile kept on his face.

“If that’s the case, how about we get started?”

Lance swallowed the lump was getting bigger. Two guards from the hallway came through the door.

“Bring it big ears.” Lance smirked.

Lotor’s face didn’t change, not even a twitch of anger. Now that Lance could see him up close, for a Galra he was pretty handsome. Nice hair. Although he seemed not all Galra. Lance wasn’t sure how he knew that but something about him read a little more of something else.

Lotor took a step closer, the guards following him closely as a flood of more people came into the room. Druids, that’s what their called. Cloaked with masks but the creepy witch lady wasn’t there which was a relief. But they shuffled in with metal floating boxes and began to take out what Lance had to guess was torture devices which wasn’t so great.

Lotor began to talk.

“You are the blue paladin of Voltron, riding the blue lion which also is a leg of Voltron. You were injured due to the explosion on the false ship over the planet of Neva. You escaped through a vent but the explosion was rather close to you. You were sent into the atmosphere were the gravity forced you unconscious. Our ship rescued you before you hit the planet. Once on board we treated some of your wounds so you did not die. But we left the majority that were not life threatening. Once you were brought aboard our ship the rest of the paladins used the explosion to escape us via wormhole.” Lotor smiled.

“This is the information we know. You see Zarkon was not one to share information with others. He unfortunately did not leave me any information about Voltron or its paladins. So I must gather the information myself.” He paused as a druid handed him something small and metallic.

The lump in Lance’s throat was growing bigger. He wanted to go home. He was scared. Terrified. But somewhere in the back of his mind which was flooded with terror rose something else. He remembered he protected the team. They were fine and were going to live for another day. Something in Lance clicked in place like a gear in his body was replaced with something stronger.

It didn’t matter. What happened to him didn’t matter. He must do everything he can to keep everyone safe. His emotions became steel and the breath that had been coming too quickly slowed. The fear was still there but that was natural the rest was made of unmoving steel.

Lance looked at Lotor his eyes narrowing and smirk plastered all over his face. He was not afraid.

“Why don’t you just get started then? Quit the chatter.” Lance snarled.

Lotor paused and blinked momentarily surprised. But then his smile grew across his face.

“Oh. I will have fun breaking you.”

So quick. Lance didn’t even register as Lotor took the small metal object and shoved it through Lance’s hand. Lance screamed.

Red X/Jason Todd X Reader- I’m Supposed To Be Fighting You

Oh my gosh I loved writing this so much!  Since that I have probably ended Welcome To The Family, I think that I could make this into a new series.  MAYBE.  I’d like to thank whoever did this because Red X is my favorite character from the original Teen Titans show and I love him so much.

Warning: Swearing, fighting, flirting, etc

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Mirror of the Soul: Part 3 (Loki x Reader)

Note: Reader has the power to see people’s souls when they look in their eyes but doing so almost kills them. Please let me know what you think or if you want to be added to any tag lists!

Also, just saying, I have been this tired before and did spout some absolutely ridiculous things - I’m just glad it was to a friend who was equally as tired and thought everything I said made perfect sense!

Words: 1977

Part 1 Part 2

You spent most of your time in the months that followed in Tony’s lab.

A few days after Tony had thrown biscuits around your room, the details of that moment had clicked in your brain. Somehow, you’d been able to meet your uncle’s eyes without any consequences. No pain at all. You’d not told him though. He didn’t need his judgement clouded by a fluke.

Whilst he seemed to be making progress - however painfully slow - you spent most of your days asleep on the small sofa in the corner of the room. For most of the experiments that your uncle ran you were actually rarely needed. He just sat talking to JARVIS, running hundreds of simulations.

When he did test his inventions on you, it was sadly never long before you ended up passed out on the floor or cradling your skull in pain. You’d had to limit the number of tests you performed as each failure had brought your heart closer to stopping. One disastrous attempt had ended with you blind to the world for an entire week. Despite this, you stayed by Tony’s side, always ready to give encouragement no matter how badly the tests went.

Occasionally, Bruce would join your uncle in his research but he never spoke to you. Not out of rudeness, of course. Aside from Tony, he was the only Avenger that seemed to understand the importance of leaving you alone. It didn’t mean he ignored you, though; every now and then he would throw screwed up pieces of paper your way with little messages scribbled across the pages. Your favourite messages were the ones were he complained about Tony. There were a lot of those.

The other Avengers still tried to engage you in conversation but, as bad as it made you feel, you’d started leaving the room whenever someone tried to talk to you. Contradictory as it may seem, around the Earth’s protectors you never felt safe. They were too kind, too caring. They made it too easy to forget how dangerous it was when you opened yourself up to the world.

               "Y/N! Wake up!“ Tony said, jumping up and down like a kid high on sugar. Shaking you by the shoulders, he practically screamed at you to get off the comfy sofa.

               "How long have I been asleep?” you grumbled, pulling the blanket over your head.

               "About ten minutes. Now come on!“

Trust Tony to finish his 48 hour long stint just as you drifted off to sleep. With a deep, unappreciative groan, you threw your heavy legs off the sofa and forced yourself to sit up. Rubbing your eyes, the world around you still blurry, you told him, "This had better be worth it.”

               "It will! I’m sure this will work.“ He dragged you over to his work bench and sat you on a tall stool. You had to lean back against the bench to stop your body from swaying in exhaustion.

               "Right, put these on for me,” Tony ordered, handing you a pair of glasses. The frames were attached to hundreds of wires which, in his haste, Tony had managed to pull into a very impressive knot.

He tapped away on his computer and the lenses soon acquired a blue tint. Looking over his shoulder, Tony asked you to describe the technical readouts that appeared inside the lenses. You didn’t understand a word you were saying but suspected it was good news when Tony poured himself a celebratory drink. “Okay, I think they’re ready. Do you want to try them out?”

You nodded nervously, now completely awake. Anxiously lifting your gaze to your uncle’s eyes, you stared on in amazement. Clear as day, Tony sat before you - without a shimmer! You focused harder, searching for any sign of the yellow mist that usually surrounded him but could find nothing. For the first time in weeks, you felt a stupid grin tugging at your lips.

The sharp lines on his face softened and his brown eyes shone in the artificial daylight of the lab. The transformation was stunning; he looked ten years younger, smiling in a way he’d not done since you were a child. However, moments later, a crinkle appeared on his forehead and you were blinded by a bright flash of yellow.

               "It’s not your fault, Tony. You’re getting there. This was a huge step forward! Y/N will understand. She knows that you are trying your best.“ Bruce’s soothing voice filled the lab and, even without opening your eyes, you knew that Tony would have visibly relaxed. "You’ll find an answer soon enough.”

               "I feel like I’m failing her,“ he admitted and you felt your heart break into a thousand tiny pieces. "Nothing I’ve tried will work as a long term solution and every time I fail Y/N has to suffer.”

Bruce was so busy trying to console his friend that neither man noticed you slip out of the lab through the back stairs.

               "JARVIS?“ you whispered as you made your way around the service corridors.

               "What can I do for you, miss Stark?”

               "Can you stop tracking me? I know Tony has you keeping an eye on me but I don’t want to be found. Not for a while, at least. I have to think.“

               "I can’t do that, miss.”

               "JARVIS, please!“ you begged the AI. You actually liked him a lot, being able to converse with him about all manners of topics without the fear of making eye contact. It had taken you a while to get used to chatting to an empty room but you’d quickly gotten over it and now looked forward to your daily conversations.

You could practically hear the computer trying to come up with a solution and swore you could hear a smugness in the metallic voice when he told you, "There are sensor blind spots in some of these service corridors. If you happened to be in one such spot when I ran a scan for your location, I would not be able to pinpoint your position. It would take hours to manually search the building.”

               "Thank you, JARVIS. Thank you so much,“ you murmured gratefully, heading off up the stairs. You found a small crook a few floors up, a tiny platform off the stairs with a window looking down on the city.

Lines of moving headlights flowed around the Tower like rivers of light. Occasionally you caught sight of bright bursts of colour, souls flaring up with emotion and calling out to you. It was too dark to see who the people were - and you were too high up anyway - but the busyness of the world below actually helped to calm your thoughts.

Hours passed and the sun soon began to shine. You were beyond tired; aside from your ten minute nap last night, and your brief stint of unconsciousness after the failed experiment, you’d not slept in almost 3 days. Even for you, surviving that length of time without rest was a stretch. However, the natural light kept you awake and you just drifted into a sort of trance.

               "Nice place you’ve found,” a familiar voice drifted down the staircase.

You turned your head over your shoulder to face Loki and mustered a tired smile. “I needed to be alone.”

               "I tried to visit you earlier. The AI said you’d left the lab so I went to your room but you weren’t there.“ A long silence stretched between you before Loki told you, "Everyone’s been trying to find you for hours.”

               "Remind me to thank JARVIS again,“ you whispered, rubbing your temples. Lack of sleep combined with a severe bump on the head from hitting the floor of the lab earlier had left you with a splitting headache. "Are you going to tell them you found me? Want to be the hero of the hour?”

Loki shot you a dark look that managed to perfectly convey his feelings on the matter. “No need. They’ll find you soon enough.”

               "You’re a good person, Loki.“ The world suddenly seemed to be at a strange angle but you realised after a long moment of confusion that that was because you’d slumped to the ground, your body no longer able to hold itself up straight.

Looking up at the god, who had moved down a few more steps to keep an eye on you, you muttered, "I think I’m very sleepy. Wouldn’t it be cool if the sky was purple? I love purple. There isn’t enough of it. Or stars. They’re only there for a few hours then poof. All gone. Wait. Not gone. Just hidden. It’d be so cool to be invisible.”

               "I’d say you’re probably right,“ he agreed, although you couldn’t be sure which of your statements the god was actually agree with. "I’d also say you are remarkably adorable when you’re tired.”

               "You know what else is adorable?“ you asked as you pushed against the concrete wall, twisting your body into another strange - yet surprisingly comfortable - position. "Tigers. They look all cute and fluffy but they’d bite off your hand in a second. I like that.”

               "Is that so?“ Loki asked, leaning forward on his knees. His eyes crinkled around the edges as he smiled, clearly amused by your exhausted ramblings.

               "You’re a bit like a tiger. Cute on the outside and all dangerous on the inside. Or maybe it’s the other way around… All dark and murder-y on the outside but soft and sweet inside. Like… Like whatever animal that’s like,” you said, descending into hysterics. “Like a burnt cake!”

Loki raised his eyebrows, muttering something along the lines of, “cakes aren’t animals” before shuffling down the final few steps to reach you. He brought his head down to yours, which was now basically supporting the entire weight of your body as you twisted into a know to rival a professional contortionist. “Do you want me to tell you a new story?”

               "I’m not a child,“ you said indignantly, collapsing into a heap. With a sigh, you stretched out across the step and looked up at Loki. "I’m sorry. I’d love to hear another story. Please?”

With a small smile, he began telling you about the time he and Thor had pretended to be the most beautiful goddess of all and her handmaiden in order to reclaim mjolnir after it’d had been stolen. “Of course, it was me that did all the work when it came to finding my brother’s hammer…”

               "I bet you looked amazing in a dress,“ you yawned, unable to keep your eyes open any longer.

               "You should have seen Thor,” Loki said fondly, absentmindedly tracing the edge of your jaw line with his fingers.

               "I love your stories,“ you told him. At least, you thought you said it out loud. You might have just thought it instead. Dreams and reality were getting a lot harder to separate now.

               "Tony! I’ve found her!” You heard a loud voice shouting somewhere nearby. It wasn’t smooth and silky like Loki’s. It was much higher. Much harder. Definitely a woman.

Rolling off your step, groaning as you hit the one below with a thus, you looked up and said dreamily, “Hey, Nat… You’re definitely a tiger.”

               "Oh, Y/N.“ She swept you up in her arms and threw you over her shoulder, jogging down a few steps until she bumped into your uncle. "She’s fine, just delirious. Nothing that a good sleep won’t cure.”

Tony nodded, his face pale with worry. He let Natasha carry you back to your room before tucking you into bed - but not before getting JARVIS to double check the bump on your head from earlier. When the scans came back negative for a concussion, Tony grabbed a spare pillow from the end of your bed and made himself comfy on the floor.

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They Cheat (Harry Potter)

Harry Potter: He didn’t even know what was happening. The first second, Harry was talking to a girl, the next, her lips were on his. His eyes widened and he went into panic mode. He backed away and ran out of the room to you. Panting like he just ran a mile, Harry would tell you what happened.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You would laugh it off, knowing he didn’t mean it. At first, Harry would be surprised but relieved. He would vow to never kiss or let someone kiss him as he knew it would hurt you.

Ron Weasley: He missed you. And that was the reason why Ron was kissing someone else. He just needed some physical comfort. You were so busy with exams and was gone for so long. So he decided to have an affair, no strings attached. And he was not planning to tell you.

“What am I doing?”

You caught him when he started sneaking out at night. 

“What the hell is this, Ron?”

He knew he messed up when you walked out of the room. Ron destroyed the best thing that happened to him and he didn’t even know if you were coming back.

Fred Weasley:  It was supposed to be a fling, no strings attached. But exams went on for so long and you didn’t have time for him. So he went back to his fling, leaving you to catch on after someone told you of his affair.

“Y/N? I didn’t think you’d realize…”

You inhaled. “I trusted you. I actually loved you.”

Draco Malfoy: He was drunk. That was the first thought that came to Draco’s head the next morning. Raising his head to squint at the glaring sunlight, he groaned. No, he was hungover. The rustle of bedsheets grasped his attention and he turned to his head. There was a naked woman, a deer-in-headlights expression on her face, who definitely wasn’t you. 

“What the hell?”

“Oh god. Please don’t tell anyone; I have a boyfriend-”

“I’m not going to tell. Don’t worry. Just … get out.”

Afterward, Draco would mull over the decision to tell you the truth or not. He would decide to tell you as he knew you would find out eventually. Draco would be blunt, getting straight to the point.“I cheated.”

You stared at him before laughing, your laugh shaky and full of disbelief.

“I can’t believe this.”

Draco would show no emotion. The clenching of his jaw was the only gesture that he was moving. You would leave, needing to clear your head for a while. He would stare at your departing back, knowing he deserved everything you were going to do.

Cedric Diggory: It was one kiss. Just one. That wasn’t too bad, right? But Cedric felt like crap. You trusted him and he was betraying that trust. But he pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on the feel of the other woman’s lips. But there were so different than yours; too rough and no love in them. Cedric pushed the woman away before running.

“I-I need to go.”

He would run to you, sobbing, throwing himself onto his knees as he would spill the story. You could barely understand him and asked him to slow down. As you realized what he did, you would back away. Where was the man you first loved?

“Cedric? Really? I can’t believe you.”

Hermione Granger: She knew exactly what he was doing. She was a genius, after all. But they remind her so much of her ex-girlfriend/boyfriend, whom she loved so much. Hermione came back to her senses and pushed them away.

“I’m sorry, but I shouldn’t be doing this.”

Afterward, she would sit down with you and tell you everything. You would have a mature conversation about it and discuss your relationship. Hermione wanted to fight for your relationship, but you weren’t so sure.

“Y/N … I love you. I made a mistake, but I’m willing to fix it.”

Severus Snape: Severus would be practicing his wandwork when a student kissed him out of the blue. He was so focused that he didn’t see her creeping up on her. He pushed her away immediately, furious that he didn’t see her.

“What do you think you’re doing? Get away!”

He would immediately feel guilty even though he didn’t do anything wrong. Severus would agonize over the decision to tell you but figure that it was the honest thing to do. He would tell you, his jaw clenched, afraid that you would break up. You would console him, reassuring him.

“I’m-I’m so sorry, Y/N, but she was sneaking up on me and I couldn’t see her-”

“It’s okay, Severus. I know you didn’t mean it.”

Professor Song (M)

Originally posted by ssonqs


Personal fic. (Again LOL)

Characters: Song Mino (WINNER), You (Reader/OC)

Genre: Smut, AU

Warning/s: TeacherX Student (I’ve been addicted to this recently LOL), Bondage (light), Daddy Kink (Mino is Daaaaaddy yah hear me b**ches???), Professor!Mino, Teacher!Mino

Length:   3,134 words

Plot:  You failed your Math class and bad-mouthed your professor, how do you think your irresistible professor will handle the situation?

A/N  OK I miss writing smut for Mino (I am only comfortable writing smut for him so far of all the Winner members like srsly) so just like before, this is going to be very detailed and dirty so… there.  I love you all

You bit your lip as you look at the grade sheet that your professor has given you.  

”No fucking way…”  You cursed silently under your breath as you went back to your seat, your body falling against the hard wood of your chair.  You got an F because of the multiple exams that you have failed in his Integral Calculus class.

“Why?  Why do you look so upset?”  You best friend nudged you by the shoulder before looking at the grade sheet that you have on hand.  She closed her eyes in frustration and patted your back, consoling you.

“Shit.  How do I tell my mom about this…? Why did he even fail me anyway?  I thought he is one of the most considerate teachers around the campus!”  You glanced at your professor while he gives out the grade sheet of your other classmates individually.

“_______, you just have to admit that you are not really good in Math, no matter who the professor is.”  Your friend rolled her eyes and you shot her a death glare.

“Hey, I know that I am not good in Math but I never failed, this prof was the only one who had that guts to fail me!”  Your voice went higher and louder that caught the attention of the entire class, as well as Professor Song.  Your eyes went wide and your hands found your mouth, keeping it silent.  Your best friend stood up from her seat and sat at the empty chair two chairs behind you, leaving you alone all of a sudden.

“Is there a problem, Miss _______?” 

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Life Of The Party

Pairing: Reader x Pietro Maximoff
Warnings: Swearing!!
Summary: Being the youngest avenger did have it’s perks. Saving the world was your job man! What could get better then that? Maybe a steamy drunken make out session on top of the Avengers tower with none other than Pietro Maximoff?
A/N: I refuse to believe Pietro is dead so here you go this is for all my homegirls who are still in denial like me

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Cheating On You (BTS)

Jimin: It was one kiss. Just one. That wasn’t too bad, right? But Jimin felt like crap. You trusted him and he was betraying that trust. But he pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on the feel of the other woman’s lips. But there were so different than yours; too rough and no love in them. Jimin pushed the woman away before running.

“I-I need to go.”

He would run to you, sobbing, throwing himself onto his knees as he would spill the story. You could barely understand him and asked him to slow down. As you realized what he did, you would back away. Where was the man you first loved?

“Jimin? Really? I can’t believe you.”

Jungkook: He didn’t even know what was happening. The first second, Jungkook was talking to a trainee, the next, her lips were on his. His eyes widened and he went into panic mode. He backed away and ran out of the room to you. Panting like he just ran a mile, Jungkook would tell you what happened.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You would laugh it off, knowing he didn’t mean it. At first, Jungkook would be surprised but relieved. He would vow to never kiss or let someone kiss him as he knew it would hurt you.

V: He missed you. And that was the reason why Taehyung was kissing someone else. He just needed some physical comfort. He was on tour and was gone for so long. So he decided to have an affair, no strings attached. And he was not planning to tell you.

“What am I doing?”

You caught him when his phone blew up with text messages. Taehyung was in the shower and you weren’t planning to look until a message caught your eye.

Hey, V. I had a great time. Wanna do it again?

She attached a … saucy picture with the message, giving no doubt what she was referring to. Tears filled your eyes and you bit back a sob. 

“What the hell is this, Taehyung?”

He knew he messed up when you walked out of the room. Taehyung destroyed the best thing that happened to him and he didn’t even know if you were coming back.

Jin: It was supposed to be a fling, no strings attached. But the tour went on for so long and you were miles away. So he went back to his fling, leaving you to catch on after someone texted you a picture of Jin and another woman kissing.

“Y/N? I didn’t think you’d realize…”

You inhaled. “I trusted you. I actually loved you.”

Rap Monster: He knew exactly what he was doing. He was a genius, after all. But they remind him so much of his ex-girlfriend, whom he loved so much. Namjoon came back to his senses and pushed her away.

“I’m sorry, but I shouldn’t be doing this.”

Afterward, he would sit down with you and tell you everything. You would have a mature conversation about it and discuss your relationship. Namjoon wanted to fight for your relationship, but you weren’t so sure.

“Y/N … I love you. I made a mistake, but I’m willing to fix it.”

Suga: He was drunk. That was the first thought that came to Yoongi’s head the next morning. Raising his head to squint at the glaring sunlight, he groaned. No, he was hungover. The rustle of bedsheets grasped his attention and he turned to his head. There was a naked woman, a deer-in-headlights expression on her face, who definitely wasn’t you. 

“What the hell?”

“Oh god. Please don’t tell anyone; I have a husband and a little boy-”

“I’m not going to tell. Don’t worry.”

Afterward, Yoongi would mull over the decision to tell you the truth or not. He would decide to tell you as he knew you would find out eventually. Yoongi would be blunt, getting straight to the point.

“I cheated.”

You stared at him before laughing, your laugh shaky and full of disbelief. 

“I can’t believe this.”

Yoongi would show no emotion. The clenching of his jaw was the only gesture that he was moving. You would leave, needing to clear your head for a while. He would stare at your departing back, knowing he deserved everything you were going to do.

J-Hope: Hoseok would be practicing his dancing when a trainee kissed him out of the blue. He was so focused that he didn’t see her creeping up on her. He pushed her away immediately, for once angry.

“What do you think you’re doing? Get away!”

He would immediately feel guilty even though he didn’t do anything wrong. Hoseok would agonize over the decision to tell you but figure that it was the honest thing to do. He would tell you, tears streaming down his face, afraid that you would break up. You would console him, reassuring him.

“I’m-I’m so sorry, Y/N, but she was sneaking up on me and I couldn’t see her-”

“It’s okay, Hoseok. I know you didn’t mean it.”

Emergency Room

Member: Chanyeol

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

Synopsis: A late-night mishap lands you and an unexpected guest a visit to the emergency room. 

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The Ex Mess

Originally posted by cestla-viee

Request: The reader is an engineer of the stellar fleet and left with Doctor McCoy on mission, the mission is to find his ex-wife who is exploring a new planet with her current husband, but as always he is in a bad mood and you like him but do not admit And finds this way of him very attractive, but always ends up beating him because of his rude way and this mission ends up leaving you jealous of Doctor McCoy with the ex-wife and you end up revealing your feelings for him and now which Will Doctor McCoy’s reaction be? - @lia-barnes

Prompts: “This is true love; you think this happens every day?”, “You gonna kiss me or can I finish my sandwich?”, “You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept.”, “He’s too attractive. I don’t trust him.“, “On a scale of one to ten… how illegal do you think doing this is?”

A/N: So apparently AOS Bones was married to someone named Pamela Branch instead of Jocelyn, but that dumb and no one cares so we’re going to pretend that they didn’t changed that. 

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Imagine: Finding Out You’re Pregnant, So You Try To Leave Beacon Hills. (Part 3)

Peter Hale x Reader

Humming, your eyes scanned the flyer in your hands, crossing your legs as you sat behind your desk. Officers were scattered around you, doing their work as you sat soundlessly behind your new desk. In your hands was a flyer from the school, encouraging parents to come to the small ‘activity fair’ (Daughter’s/n) class would be having. It was just going to be a few hours filled with activities that both the child and parents would enjoy together. Smiling, you wrote down a reminder on a sticky note, before sticking it on the corner of your desktop computer in front of you. Lightly tapping the keys on your keyboard, you glanced around your desk, trying to find something to do.

“Hey,” a voice called from in front of you, making you look up. Jordan Parrish stood in front of you, giving you a small smile, holding out a brown paper bag. Furrowing your eyebrows, you gave a small smile before grabbing the paper bag from him.

“It’s a muffin, the lady at the coffee shop gave me an extra one for free,” he explained, leaning onto the counter above your desk with a bored sigh.

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blue [ pt. 1 ]

pairing | pcy x reader
count | 2.9k

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

“Wow, this is…” you heard Baekhyun say from next to you. 

“Yeah..no kidding,” you awed as the two of you stood before the entrance of the oceanside resort, your backpacks swung over your backs, hands lingering on the handles of your luggage, jaws dropped in astonishment at the hotel you were staying at. 

The two of you have been ogling at the resort ever since the van that brought you from the airport to the hotel turned the corner off the main road past a giant marble sign with the name of the resort. The road led through a lining of towering palm trees, and you and Baekhyun pressed your noses against the windows of the van, taking photos of the scenery. 

The van looped around the giant fountain, it’s surrounding pond so big it might as well be a lake, before pulling up to the entrance. The entire facade of the resort was built of stone, pillars rising from the marble landing up to a canopy like an ancient stone acropolis. 

“You guys like it?” The two of you turned as your manager walked up beside you in his nicely pressed business suit, his leather laptop bag swung over his shoulder, a single travel case next to him. You and Baekhyun simultaneously nodded your heads, eyes still wide, admiring the resort. 

He laughed and started walking towards the entrance, “Alright collect your jaws, let’s go.” The two of you quickly picked up your luggage, shuffling behind him. 

The check-in counter and the lobby of the resort was bustling with people. Men and women in business suits sipping coffee at a cafe in the corner, families dressed in t-shirts and swim suits applying sun screen by the front door, small children running about. 

“Ok, here’s your reservation confirmations, just go to any person at the counter,” your manager said as he handed you and Baekhyun each a sheet of paper. You walked up to the front desk and a nice, smiling woman greeted you as she took your name for the reservation to check in. She was telling you your room number and which direction it’s in when suddenly you heard a screeching voice next to you, “One of the bellhops said the bars here don’t open until after 5PM is that true?” 

You turned and looked at the girl that interrupted your transaction, standing next to you, leaning into the counter, blowing a bubble with the gum in her mouth, creating a loud smacking sound. She was in a tiny, glittering black dress, and you noticed the curls in her hair had spun out in all different directions, the makeup on her face smeared, heels in her hands, standing barefoot next to you. She must’ve just come back from an epic night out, you thought to yourself sarcastically, chuckling under your breath as you glanced at the wide-eyed concierge behind the desk. 

“Miss, that’s correct, bars open when all of the hotel restaurants open for dinner,” the woman behind the desk said cordially. “But if you like I could recommend a few restaurants outside the resort premises-”

“Ugh, laaaaame,” the girl cut her off, rolling her eyes, and turning and noticing you standing beside her. “Oh shoot, I’m so sorry, did I just cut in front of you?” she giggled. 

You smiled, “Oh no no, don’t worry, I’m pretty much already checked in, I just need to get my room key.” You hoped none of your sarcasm seeped through your words. But you could see in her face that even if it had, she wouldn’t have noticed. 

“Hey! Are they open or not!” you saw the girl twirl around as she heard a loud voice booming across the lobby. You turned and saw a group of girls, dressed up and yet a complete mess just like she is, standing around two guys in nice shirts, with their top buttons undone, hair messy, and ties untied, hanging from their necks. 

You watched as she sauntered back to her group and one of the guys swung his arm lazily around her neck, and she reached her hand up to lace her fingers around his. You saw her shake her head and the other guy hang his head in exasperation at her response. Wow, it must suck to not be able to get a drink at 9AM, you thought to yourself, chuckling. 

“Miss, I’m so sorry,” you heard the concierge say. You turned and looked back at her as she hastily swiped your credit card and handed you your room key and pointed down the hall in the direction of your room. 

“Oh no, please, don’t even worry about it,” you said, smiling. “I’m sorry for you guys.” 

“You have no idea,” she sighed, lowering her voice, “They’ve been here for a week, they’re famous amongst the hotel staff now. I can’t wait to get them out.” 

“Well judging by the look of them, you must at least be getting some nice cash outta that,” you laughed. 

“Ha, this is true, they have not been stingy with the tips,” she grinned, “Are you here for the conference or for vacation, Miss?”

“The conference,” you responded, and the concierge nodded, turning and brushing through a bin on the desk behind her before pulling out a bag with your name on the tag attached to it.  

“Ok, Miss, this is for you,” she said, handing you the bag and pulling out a folder from it. “This has everything you need, here’s the conference schedule, after hours-events, booth numbers, participating corporations, and sponsors all listed.” You took the folder from her, looking down at the schedule to see check which room your presentation was in. “And here are your business cards that we had printed for you per your company’s instructions,” she said as she handed you a small, sleek black box, opening it to reveal a set of polished and minimalist business cards with your name printed on them. 

“Thank you,” you said, smiling, seeing your name in print. 

“Enjoy your stay miss, and good luck at the conference,” the concierge smiled back. 

You waved to her, turning and finding Baekhyun and your manager standing next to the entrance to the coffee shop. 

“Dude, these are so nice!” Baekhyun raved, holding up one of his business cards for you to see. “I’ve never had a business card before, this is so adult.” 

You laughed, “Same, this is pretty cool.” 

You and Baekhyun had come to the resort for a business conference, representing your company. This was the first conference the two of you had ever attended, and both of you were both extremely flattered but also extremely nervous that your company chose you to represent them. The two of you spent months in preparation for this event, rehearsing and fine-tuning your presentations. 

The conference lasts for four days and each day is planned down to the second. Breakfast in the morning, networking before lunch, dinner with clients, and sometimes drinks afterwards. You were expected to socialize and engage clients as well as competing companies. The entire event made you feel like you’ve done enough socializing and smiling for a lifetime. 

By the end of the third day, both you and Baekhyun were absolutely exhausted. It was almost midnight and the two of you had finally gotten rid of a group of douchey consultants from a competing firm at the bar, and the two of you stayed behind to wind down. You sat across from Baekhyun in a corner table at a hotel restaurant. You laughed as you watched his head drop onto the table top, making a thudding sound. 

“Can we go home yet,” you heard him whine through the loudness of the restaurant, groups of people at the bar, by the pool table, laughing and yelling over each other. You smiled, circling your finger around the top of your glass of vodka. 

“Hey,” you said, watching as he lifted his head to face you. “We made it,” you smiled, watching him smile in return. He lifted his glass up and you clinked yours against it. 

“We really did,” he replied, setting his glass down. The two of you sat, letting a few moments of silence pass as you reflected on how hard the two of you fought for your work to be recognized within your company. How a year of extended workdays and weekends had now become realized as you were representing your company at this conference. 

“I think you have a stalker,” you heard Baekhyun say, his eyes low, looking over the rim of his glass as he lifted it up for a drink. You tilted your head in confusion at him. “This dude at the bar has been staring at you the whole time we’ve been here tonight. He was here yesterday too.” 

“Ha,” you laughed without turning to look. “Is he at least a cute stalker?” you rolled your eyes, your words coming out with full-fledged sarcasm. 

“Nah he looks super douchey,” Baekhyun said, setting his glass down. “Like one of those idiot consultants we ditched at the other restaurant, except like, somehow worse,” his face wrinkled into a disgusted frown, still looking in his direction. 

You hit his arm gently, “Dude you should probably stop staring at him then, I’m not trying to have another inane conversation with a consultant,” you laughed, putting air-quotes around the word consultant as you spoke. 

“Ugh you’re right,” Baekhyun sighed, downing the rest of his drink. “What the hell even is consulting anyways, it’s such a scam. A whole night of talking to these guys and I still have no idea what it is that they do.” He stood up, pulling his wallet out from his back pocket. “I’m gonna get another, do you want another?” You drank down the rest of your glass as well, nodding to him and he walked over towards the bar. 

You sat in silence, looking at the condensation that had formed on the outside of the empty glass in your hand, your fingertips tingling from the coldness of the ice. You found your mind drifting back to when you and Baekhyun had first become friends, how you helped each other through the rigorous demands of your ivy league curriculum. The late nights you spent studying at the library, or the late nights you stayed up at each other’s apartments, consoling each other over failed relationships. 

And you thought of how three years later, you’d both been recruited by your company right out of college to work on an impossible project, one that was designed to fail, one that they had no qualms about giving to two wide-eyed, enthusiastic young graduates, eager to learn. But you didn’t fail. The two of you made it a success. You felt a great sense of pride in what you’ve been able to accomplish together. 

Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw a figure slide into the seat across the table from you. You watched as he slid a glass of dark liquor across the table to you. “Baek, this is vodka, I was drinking vodka,” you said, looking up. 

You froze, realizing it wasn’t Baekhyun. But he looked familiar. Why did he look familiar? And then you remembered. You remembered the tuffs of messy, dark hair. The fancy, black shirt that hung from his tall frame. He didn’t look very different now. His hair was still a messy flop on his head. And he was wearing a different fancy black shirt. But his face still held the same smug expression of someone without a care in the world. 

“Can I help you?” you said, your annoyance ringing through your voice. You watched as the pompous grin on his face grew. 

“I could’ve sworn you were a scotch girl,” he said. His voice was low, raspy, and it would’ve been inaudible through the noisy restaurant if not for the fact he actually spoke quite loudly. 

You felt your eyebrows crinkle into an annoyed frown. “And what distinguishes a scotch girl,” you rolled your eyes. 

“A scotch girl probably prefers sitting at home alone reading books rather than going out and actually living her life,” he gave his unwelcome explanation. “Vodka girls are usually more fun,” he grinned, leaning back in his seat and sipping his drink, the fancy watch on his wrist gleaming in the dim restaurant lighting. 

You scoffed. “Wow, what a fresh perspective you have. Don’t you have someone else you can annoy? Like maybe one of those girls in the tiny dresses with the tiny IQs?” 

A smile grew on his face. “You don’t like me,” he said.

“Ha, what would give you that idea,” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, leaning back in your seat. 

“You don’t know me, but you don’t like me.” 

“Oh I know you,” you scoffed. “There are many guys out there just like you, you’re not as special as you think.” 

“Maybe not,” he grinned, taking another sip of his drink. “But you are.” 

“What is that supposed to mean.” 

He smiled, his eyes looking intently into yours. “I saw you on Monday,” he said. “You were sitting at a table in the coffee shop by the lobby, flipping through a stack of papers while typing a mile a minute on your laptop.” 

“I work, a concept that’s probably foreign to you,” you retorted. 

“But you were so engrossed in your work,” his smile never left his face, “Two babies were crying, one small child was running while his mother chased him across the lobby and he tripped and fell flat on his face, the man sitting at the table behind you spilled his coffee and an employee scrambled over with a mop. And you never looked up from your work.” 

You blinked at him. Did all of that really happen? “You’re exaggerating.” 

“I’m really not,” he laughed. “I thought I have to meet that girl. I’ve never seen anyone so blissfully ignorant to their surroundings in my life.” 

You scoffed, “Funny, I could say the same thing about you.” 

“That you had to meet me?” he smirked. 

“That you’re blissfully ignorant to your surroundings,” you replied. “Although you’re wrong. I may be unaware, but I’m not ignorant. That’s a word that more accurately describes you and your friends.” 

“You don’t know me or my friends,” his grin disappeared. 

“Maybe not, but I think I’d rather gouge out my eyeballs with a plastic spoon than spend another minute listening to you tell me about me.” 

“Chanyeol, we’re leaving, let’s go!” you heard a familiar voice yell across the restaurant. You turned to the bar and saw his tall friend with the dark black hair waving him over, his arm around a giggling girl, pushing him towards the restaurant’s exit. You turned back, seeing him down the rest of his drink. He smiled at you, “I’m being summoned.” 

You returned his smile in sarcasm, “So soon?” 

He grinned, standing up and walking past the table, but not before stopping behind your chair, placing his hands on the handles on either side of you, leaning down to your ear, the overwhelming smell of his expensive cologne pouring down in the air around you, “Good luck with your presentation tomorrow, vodka girl.” 

You scoffed, hearing his friend continuing to beckon him over as he walked towards them. How the hell does he know I have a presentation tomorrow? you thought. You rolled your eyes. He really is a stalker. 

“Ugh dude, sorry, they got me,” you looked up at Baekhyun crashing back into his seat across the table from you. “They found me man, they wanted to talk more about their billables and clients, I wanted to kill myself. They made me take tequila shots! I don’t do tequila shots!” 

You laughed, “I think those guys are really into you!” 

“Please don’t joke about that, my head hurts,” he dropped his head into the table, leaning on his arm sprawled across the table top. 

You stood up, walking over to him and pulling him up from the seat. “Alright, come on. We need to get some sleep.” 

You pulled his arm around your shoulder, holding him up as he stumbled next to you, walking out of the restaurant. “Oh, you met your stalker,” he said, burping through his words. “Sorry I left you alone.” You walked him towards his room, opening the door with his key. 

“Don’t worry about it, I think your situation with the consultants is a tad worse, you reek of tequila,” you answered, dropping him down on the bed. 

“Was he creepy?” Beakhyun slurred, pulling down a pillow and snuggling into it. You walked towards the door, turning the lights off. 

“No, he was just an asshole,” you answered under your breath, opening the door. “I’ll see you in the morning,” you said, closing the door behind you and walking down the hall to your own room. 

You kicked your shoes off, plopping down onto the bed, rubbing your thumbs against your temples. You scooted to the head of the bed, leaning against the pillows and opening your laptop to review your notes for the presentation tomorrow when you suddenly recalled the words he said to you. 

There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be alone and wanting to read instead of being a stupid drunk, you thought. You slammed your laptop shut, pushing it aside on the bed before crawling under the covers. You tried to forget about the whole exchange as you drifted off to sleep. And for the most part you were successful, but somehow his words had affected you. And you didn’t know why.

Fun For All (Jungkook x Reader x Yugyeom smut)

Because the two 97 liners are my weakness. And it’s worse when they are together. 

There was probably a lot more exciting things to be doing on a hot summer’s afternoon than lying on the sofa in Jungkook’s dorm room, boredom almost dripping from you as fast as the ice cream you had eaten earlier on had melted in your hands as you idly watched him and his friend Yugyeom battle against each other in a game you had no interest in learning the name of. You had chosen this over going to the beach with your friends. If they weren’t already there, you would have left to go with them, but with no ride and no money with you, you were stuck in a hot dorm room with two boys paying you no attention.

When Jungkook had asked you to skip the beach, you thought that he had something fun in mind and maybe he did have but that was before his friend had knocked on his door, the new game in one hand and a bunch of snacks huddled in the other. Typical boys. You thought as Jungkook threw his jacket off, setting up the TV and pushing the sofa closer to the table. You thought that after a couple of hours they would get bored of playing the same game and one of them would suggest going out to doing something that the three of you could enjoy, but it had been almost three hours and they were still as immersed in the game as when they started.

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The Snowball part 20

Yo I finished an essay so here have another chapter :)

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Feyre’s head was throbbing like there was still loud music playing nearby. Her head felt so disconnected from her body she wondered if it was even still attached to her. That was until she tried moving an arm to cover her face from the faint light of morning and found that she was stiff and sore.

Feyre could have lied down, tucked into warm, clean sheets all morning if her mouth wasn’t as dry as a desert, and her tongue as rough as sandpaper.

Her hand blindly reached out searching for her bedside table where she normally kept a glass of water, and instead hit something soft and fleshy, and very much alive.

Feyre yelped and jolted upright. She relaxed when she saw Rhysand sprawled across her mattress, mouth open and eyes shut, clearly dreaming.

He was still fully clothed and had half kicked off the blanket he had taken from the end of her bed.

Feyre registered she was wearing a baggy, oversized t-shirt that was definitely not her own.

When Feyre tried to remember the bar last night, all that came up was her and Rhys playing their game with Amren, and Nesta beating Cassian at drinking. Much of whatever happened afterwards was a blur.

A rising sense of nausea and a sickly heat had Feyre scrambling from the bed and running to the bathroom as her stomach punished her for all the alcohol she had consumed.

Feyre sat huddled over the toilet bowl as her sweat slicked hands gripped the bowl until her vomiting subsided.

She thought she had been quiet until a soft padding of footsteps told her otherwise. A warm hand pulled back her hair while the other rubbed her back and shoulders soothingly.

“Morning.” Rhys said sleepily, while quickly planting a kiss on the top of Feyre’s head.

Feyre groaned back in response which made Rhys chuckle.

“If it’s any consolation, I think Cassian is having an even worse time than you.” Rhys laughed.

Cassian’s room was near Feyre’s and they shared the same bathroom wall, which meant that Cassian could probably hear her throwing up right now, if Cassian was even conscious.

Feyre wiped her face with some toilet paper that Rhys handed her.

“You did this to me.” Feyre said groaning, as she rested her forehead on the cool outside of the toilet bowl.

“I never did anything to you, this is your own fault.”

Feyre went silent before asking, “Did you change me?”

“As fun as that would have been, no. You insisted you could do it yourself and I had to leave the room. It took you three times to finally get it on the right way, and not inside out.”

“Is this your shirt?” Feyre asked, eyeing the gray material.

“Maybe.” Rhys shrugged.


“You asked to wear it, and I obviously didn’t mind.” Rhys said, glancing down at her exposed legs.

Feyre groaned at how embarrassing her drunk self was. “Sorry, I guess I must have been a handful last night, huh?”

Rhys just smiled at her softly, “It’s repayment, for you looking after me the other night and making sure I didn’t do anything stupid.”

“Did I do anything else… stupid?”

“You were fine. Perfectly well behaved.”

“Really?” Feyre asked surprised.

“No.” Rhys laughed. “When I got you home you refused to go to bed until I’d made you pancakes. You then dropped the entire bag of flour and decided to paint with it. You also kept touching my hair and saying how much you liked it.”

Feyre curled into a small ball on the floor and hid her face from Rhys. “You can just kill me now. It’s okay I’m ready.”

Rhys instead pulled her to her feet and convinced her to go to the kitchen and try to eat some food.

In the kitchen Feyre was surprised and a little afraid to see Amren and Nesta sitting together and talking easily.

Amren offered them a small wave when they entered but otherwise ignored them for her conversation. Nesta however, looked up and locked eyes with Feyre before her eyes flitted to the shirt she was wearing and how it was so obviously not her own.

Feyre tugged at the hum of the shirt self consciously and wished that she had changed into something else before coming down but it was too late now.

“How’s Cassian?” Rhys asked.

“He wakes from a coma long enough to hurl his guts up before slipping back under.” Nesta grinned at them.

“I’m glad someone taught him a lesson for once.” Amren muttered.

“Maybe I should go ask if he wants a coffee or something?” Feyre asked.

Behind the counter, and out of view of Nesta and Amren, Rhys wrapped an arm around Feyre’s waist and tugged her closer.

“He’ll be fine, he just needs to sleep it off.” Rhys said into her ear.

Feyre blushed as she felt Nesta’s eyes lock on them again.

“What happened to you two last night?” Nesta asked suspiciously.

Amren cut a glare at the two of them. “Well I know what they were doing before  they disappeared.”

“No hard feelings Amren?” Rhys said winking, which Amren pointedly ignored.

“I didn’t see you leaving the club.” Nesta tried again.

“That’s because you were too busy drinking flammable liquids.” Feyre quipped back.

“Feyre was a bit tipsy so I brought her back home to sleep.” Rhys added when Nesta looked like she would question further.

“I suppose she also doesn’t own her own pyjamas, so you brought her some of yours too?” Nesta asked with a sardonic grin.

At that Rhys sputtered and Nesta turned to Amren who grinned back at her.

“Are Mor and Az home?” Feyre asked quickly.

“Yeah, they came back just before dawn.” Amren answered.

Just then a news report came on the television that had everyone racing to get closer.

A headline was flashing across the screen as well as a photo of Tamlin which read, “Tamlin claims abuse rumours made up”.

“This ought to be good.” Amren rolled her eyes.

Feyre’s eyes were glued to the screen as Tamlin appeared on camera being interviewed by a reporter.

“Were you and Feyre in a relationship?” The reporter asked.

“Yes, we’d been together for several months.” Was Tamlin’s monotone response.

“And did you attack her?”

“Absolutely not. I loved her.” Tamlin’s response was adamant.

“Then why would she spread these accusations?” The reporter pushed.

“Because she was using me for my money. I was supporting her family who lived in another town and I recently stopped, she must have gotten mad and decided to get revenge.”

Feyre’s blood was boiling as she witnessed Tamlin lying on national television. She reached out to take Rhys’s hand for support which he squeezed back.

“She also mentioned that you were backing a deal which could potentially destroy a whole community?” The reporter asked.

“That’s ridiculous, why would I take part in anything like that knowingly?”

Feyre was disgusted and made to turn off the tv when it switched to footage captured on a cell phone of her and Rhys leaving Rita’s. She watched in horror as she was clearly drunk and unable to walk, with Rhys swinging her into his arms before they disappeared from view.

A voice over from a reporter cut in, “Clearly Feyre Archeron attracts the attention of very wealthy and influential men, seen here leaving a night club last night with Rhysand. Can we really trust her word?”

“What just happened?” Feyre asked in shock when a new segment started.

Amren quickly shut off the tv, leaving them in silence.

“He’ll pay for this.” Rhys growled, still staring at the tv as if he could see Tamlin.

“No. Getting into another fight isn’t going to help anyone.” Feyre said rubbing her temples.

Quick footsteps from the hallway alerted them to Mor and Azriel entering.

“We just saw the news!” Mor said horrified. “Feyre I’m so sorry this has happened.”

“It’s fine. We knew this could happen.” Feyre said trying to remain calm, but her voice broke on the word fine.

“We just need to discredit him further.” Azriel suggested.

“Yeah, find someone, a witness maybe?” Mor agreed.

Feyre listened to them all argue it out while she retreated into her own thoughts. The reporters didn’t have to use the words that everyone would now associate her with. Gold digger. Man eater. Slut.

She sat down on the couch and stared numbly at the ground trying to sort out how she felt.

Rhys continued to talk to the others, shooting her worried glances, but giving her some space to think.

When the doorbell rang everyone jumped.

“I’ll get it.” Azriel said.

They all listened quietly as Azriel answered the door. He spoke so quietly that Feyre couldn’t hear what he was saying but she thought she heard him dangerously growl “Get out”.

Eventually two sets of footsteps echoed down the hallway and Azriel reappeared looking angry but wary.

When Azriel stepped out of the way Feyre saw why. Standing behind him was Hybern.

Rhys was immediately in front of Hybern, standing face to face with him as he did everything but outright snarl and bare his teeth.

“You are not welcome here.” Rhys said growling.

Hybern simply smiled slowly. “How nice it is to see you again Rhysand. Shame about your house, but I am actually not here to see you.” Then Hybern turned his dark eyes to look directly at Feyre.

Rhys noticed the look and took an impossible step closer to Hybern, practically nose to nose.

“Leave her out of this.” He said dangerously.

“I just want to talk to the lovely Feyre.” Hybern smiled sweetly.

The compliment only angered Rhys further who looked like he was one word away from throwing a punch.

“Rhys it’s okay. I want to hear what he has to say.” Feyre interrupted.

Rhys whipped his head to look at Feyre and the moment he saw her, his eyes softened and he stiffly nodded, moving away to stand back by her side.

“Impressive.” Hybern whistled. “Do you know how many years I have tried to train that mutt?”

“It isn’t too late for me throw you out of here. Say whatever it is that you want, and then leave.” Rhys warned.

Hybern held up two hands in surrender. “Alright. I simply wanted to ask Feyre to drop her ridiculous allegations.”

Amren scoffed. “And why would she do that?”

“Because I asked her very nicely.” Hybern smiled sweetly at Feyre, but Feyre could see the rottenness underneath, and the threat that was thinly veiled.

“…And if I don’t?” Feyre challenged.

“Well. I’d lose a lot of money if Tamlin was unable to fulfil his part of our deal due to… unforeseen circumstances. It would be quite terrible for my staff. Some you may even know.” At this, Hybern smiled wickedly and Feyre had an uneasy feeling in her gut.

“Either tell us what you mean, or get out.” Rhys snarled.

“Manners Rhysand. I know your mother taught you, what would she say if she could see you now?” Hybern taunted, and it broke Feyre’s heart to see Rhys’s composure break a little.

“Enough. Tell me whatever it is you came here to do or I’ll call the police.” Feyre asked angrily.

Hybern sighed dramatically. “If you kept a closer eye on your own family members Feyre, you would already know.”

Feyre’s heart plummeted. She glanced at Nesta confused. Nesta had her brow furrowed and looked like she was furiously trying to solve something.

“Just tell me already!” Feyre practically shouted.

“Tamlin was so very kind to give me some details when I mentioned I needed a new receptionist. Elain is a very diligent worker.” Hybern bragged.

Feyre started shaking in anger but it was Nesta who spoke to Hybern.

“If you hurt her-”

“I would never hurt an innocent girl. Neither would any of my business partners. But, as I said, bad things happen when I lose money. So many workers lost.” Hybern said sadly, and turned on his heel to stride back out the front door.

Il Me L’a Dit, L’a Juré Pour La Vie - Part Thirteen (Explicit)

Marinette didn’t think inviting Chat Noir in for milk would lead to this.

The heroes were 20 years old, in university, and it was now time to trust each other better than they ever did.

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Rating: Teen/ Mature… EXPLICIT


Angst and fluff, and all that good stuff.

Il Me L’a Dit, L’a Juré Pour La Vie - Part Thirteen



Marinette insisted on doing the dishes despite Adrien’s protests. She had prepared him a wonderful warm meal and he disliked the fact that she was going to be in his own kitchen for this long. She ignored his tugs continued scrubbing the pans in the sink. He attempted to grab the dish towel nearby to at least be able to help and dry the dishes, but Marinette swatted him away with her wet hands; droplets landing on his olive green shirt and forearms. She grabbed the dish towel from him and hung it back up. He hugged her from behind and mumbled sweet nothings in her ear, trying to coo her away from the chores. She giggled and shrugged him off of her back.

“Kitty, it’s alright. I don’t mind.”

Adrien sighed and stuck his hands in his pocket. He knew how Marinette could get when she had her mind set on something, which was most evident when she was Ladybug. “Well. I mind…”

“Don’t.” She smiled at him softly. “Why don’t you go do something? I’ll come join you when I’m done.”

“Fine,” he mumbled.

He wandered away from the kitchen and into the study that was attached to his living room with a nice open wide arch that swirled together at the top. He had his desk pushed up against the wall, with his laptop, papers and other little knick-knacks spread across the top. He had a sleek black console piano in the corner at the back of the room. He flicked on the tall lamp that stood next to it.

A smirk spread across his lips, and he knew exactly what would carry Marinette away from her task. He settled on the small bench in front of the keyboard. It creaked beneath him as he shifted into a comfortable position, placing his toes near the foot petals. His hands hovered over the black and white keys for a second before deciding on a piece to play. The room was still and quiet – peaceful even. The apartment had always been a mediocre place for Adrien since it was merely another bought thing from his father to show his “love”, as well as an insult to his friends. Adrien was well aware that his father meant well for him to gain independence by living alone, but living alone was, well… lonely. Adrien always wanted to live with Nino and have some real good laughs, but they mostly spent time at Nino’s place if they decided to stay in instead of going out. That’s why Adrien had been accepting Alya’s requests to interview Chat Noir and spent a considerable amount of time at their residence as his alter ego. He wanted to get out of his empty shell apartment.

However, since Marinette had stepped foot in his home, there was a new surprising pleasant glow and Adrien felt more at ease and settled in the comfort of his own home already.

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Alexander Nylander - Permission Part Four

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Word Count: 1548

Warnings: Cursing / Somehow you end up shirtless, my bad

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You couldn’t believe it was happening. You were in the car with Alex heading out to a restaurant. You didn’t know which one but you also didn’t care. It was a real date. You sat on the black leather passenger seat. The scent of his car was satisfying. Sweet. The car drove smooth. Taking bumps on the road gently. Soft music from the radio played in the background. Your eyes taking in the beautiful city as it passes by. A grin across your face. His hand is rested across the center console and onto your thigh. Thumb rubbing up and down. Sparking the feeling of movement in your stomach.

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Then Again, P5  Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s Note: Finally, the first Peter P.O.V. chapter! 

Thank you to everyone who liked the previous parts and to my new (and old) followers! I’m so excited to share the upcoming chapters where things get more intense. That being said, let me know what you guys think of this bit!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

And here it is,

Then Again, Part 5:

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If I said that this was the worst week, and that yesterday was the worst day, of my life, I would be an absolute idiot. Of course it isn’t. But it does suck. It sucks a lot. A lot, a lot. The last few months have been pretty awful, but for some reason, this has been the worst week of them. 

Y/N is just so happy. It’s driving me nuts.

I blame it mostly on Halloween. If Halloween hadn’t happened the way it did, maybe everything would be different and the other things would matter less.

That night, Y/N and I were supposed to meet MJ and Ned at Ned’s apartment before going to Betty’s party. (Ned forced us into it, I didn’t really want to go in the first place.)

Anyway, Y/N came to my apartment first so we could walk to Ned’s together. Just as I answered the door, MJ sent something to our group snapchat. The little popcorn sound echoed between us as I let Y/N inside. I pulled out my phone.

“It’s from MJ,” I said, opening it.

MJ, dressed as someone from the 1700s judging by the bonnet, was perched on the back of Ned’s couch and holding a whip outside an open window; Ned was in the background, running toward her from the hallway. He was wearing an Indiana Jones costume and his signature Don’t you dare, MJ! face. 

I laughed.

“Look, MJ’s already tormenting Ned with his own costume,” I said, showing Y/N the picture before it disappeared.


She looked at the screen and froze.

“It’s a costume party?”

I thought she knew, especially since Ned talked about it so much. I hadn’t planned a costume, but that’s because I was hoping if I showed up to Ned’s without one, he might tell me not to come at all. I guess it made sense though. I’d been wondering all week what she was planning to wear. I thought I even asked her at one point. Maybe not. Yeah. I wouldn’t have wanted her to think I was being weird.

“It’s not a big deal. I don’t have a costume either.”

She groaned.

“No, I should’ve paid more attention to Ned when he told me about it. I’ve been so… so out of it and distracted lately, and I can’t let him down like this. I know how much it means to him. I told him just an hour ago that I was completely ready for tonight. I can’t believe myself.”

I tried to console her a bit, make jokes and lighten the mood. But she was kind of right. Ned had been talking about it a lot and she had seemed pretty distracted the last couple weeks. Plus, we only had an hour before we needed to leave.

I remember wishing May were home. She would know how to help. But she must’ve been busy because she didn’t answer any of my texts.

As Y/N beat herself up for being unprepared, she kept pacing and wringing her hands. Then, she stopped.

“I always told myself I would never ask this,” she said slowly, “but Peter, can I… try on the suit?”

I always told myself I would never let my friends try the suit on. I didn’t want it to get complicated. I mean, once you get a hang of the suit, it’s kind of addicting.

In that moment though, I wanted to let her. She tends to get stressed when she isn’t one hundred percent on top of things and this was definitely one of those times. I thought it would help distract her while I came up with costume ideas. And maybe another reason I didn’t want to admit to myself yet.

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I let you try it out?”

She shrugged, the corners of her lips tugging upward. I smiled immediately, like a reflex. I could tell she was getting excited. Weirdly, I felt excited too. I told myself it was a reaction to feeling helpful.

“I just thought Ned said something about it once. Like you were overprotective of it or whatever.”

“Pff, no way.” I tried to be nonchalant. “Ned is always saying crazy things.”

That wasn’t true and we both knew it. Awkward things, occasionally. Crazy, not so much.

I dug the suit out of my bag and tossed it to her.

While I waited out in the living room for her to change, I heard a sharp thud from my room. I ran to the door.

“Uh, you okay in there?”

An oomf later, she replied, “Yeah. I just tripped a little. The suit’s fine! Hit my funny bone, that’s all.”

I let out a sigh of relief. Not for the suit, obviously. It can take a beating.

A minute later, she called my name. Her voice carried a distinct… reluctance.

Outside the door again, I offered up a, “Yeah?”

I know, I know. I’m an idiot.

“Um, how exactly does this work? I can’t figure out how to make it not so… baggy.”

“Hit the spider.”

“Hit… the spider?”

“Yeah. In the middle?”

She groaned and opened the door.

I had to shove down the laughter rising in my throat. She was in the suit and holding it up by the collar, clutching it to her chest. That was the first time I realized how short she is. I would notice it a lot more after this whenever she stood next to me, Ned, or better yet, MJ. Y/N is short enough to wear the suit and practically swim in it.

At that moment, Y/N was helpless.

“‘Hit the spider.’ Really? What does that even mean?”

Her confusion was amusing, but how could she not see the black spider symbol right under her hand?

“Ignoring how ridiculous you look, which, by the way, is off the charts ridiculous, it means,” I said, stepping forward. “Hit. The. Spider.”

I lightly punched the spider symbol, as if it was a fist bump.

Probably a stupid idea, seeing as it was situated sort of… right between her, um, breasts?

Makes sense that she screamed a bit.

“Jesus! Are you serious? More of a warning would have been nice!”

The suit can be shocking if you aren’t used to it snapping like that. I’ve gotta admit, I was not used to it snapping on her. On me, yeah. Of course. But on her… not at all. Luckily she was too engrossed in the suit to have noticed my expression. I remember thinking, it definitely doesn’t look so ridiculous on you anymore.

“Oh my God,” she muttered, looking at her arms as she turned them here and there. “This is so weird.”

She moved her shoulders a bit as if testing mobility, then her fingers, toes, legs.

“This is… the weirdest sensation. I can’t tell if I hate it or if I love it.”

Actually, that’s probably the best way to describe how I’ve been feeling since then.

That night, we never ended up going to the party. Y/N called Ned to explain that she didn’t have a costume and he immediately said it was alright if we didn’t make it. Something about, “MJ is already enough to handle at the moment.”

Instead, we stayed in and watched Lord of the Rings while Y/N kept experimenting with the suit. Testing different web shooters (she nearly destroyed my closet), watching Spider-Man Youtube videos in the mask and mocking my “poses” (for the record, I do not pose… as often as those videos suggest), and talking to Karen (they got on immediately). Once she started asking Karen personal questions, like her first one about me: “What does Peter talk to you about every day?” I decided it was time to end her Spider Time.

(Yes, I was worried Karen would tell her how often I talked about her - but to be fair, she is my friend. Obviously I talk to Karen about her a lot. I just couldn’t figure out why it was more than Ned or Aunt May or MJ. And Karen had plenty of ideas I knew she would love to tell Y/N about.)

“That’s enough! Karen, say goodbye now!” I hurried.

“Really, Peter? We just started a real conversation. You didn’t tell me the system was a person! I’ve been so rude - I’m so sorry, Karen, if I had known-”

“Come on,” I begged. “I’m being serious. I don’t want the suit to be a thing with everyone. Better to stop now, before you get… attached.”

“Attached?” The left eye of the mask widened to match her sarcasm. “Worried I’ll steal it and hide in a cave, stroking the fabric? My precious Spidey suit?”

“Very funny,” I said. “And you just said, ‘My,’ so clearly, you are being affected!”

I reached across, about to hit the spider, when I realized exactly what the suit would do if I did, and pulled back.

Not a good time to accidentally see her naked.

I swear, I didn’t mean to think that. But that idea - of one of my best friends, that way, in my room - took me off guard. Like a massive idiot, I jerked back too quickly. My ankle hit hers and she fell on top of me, simultaneously hitting the spider and setting off a series of awkward movements in which she tried to hold the suit together and I tried not to, well, see too much. (I saw a tiny bit, not going to lie.)

On the t.v., the Watcher in the Water began attacking Frodo, so the chaos of fiction and real life blended together in the worst way possible. The screaming from the movie made our own awkward grunts and “Sorry!”’s more intimate by contrast. Mostly it was just weird because she was practically drowning in the deflated Spider suit and as we moved against each other, trying to get off of each other, it wasn’t much of a barrier between us. Plus, the baggy mask on her face was a weird addition to the situation.

After untangling herself from me, she stood up gingerly and pulled the mask off. Her hair was a nest, a soft I-wish-I-could-reach-out-and-feel-it-moving-through-my-fingers kind of nest.

“D-do you mind if I change now?”

My mouth gaped. Here? Now?

“I mean, if I have to call May to escort you out, I do have her on speed dial.”

Without me here. Duh.

“Yeah. S-sorry. I’ll just, um, get up then.”

I must have looked like an idiot, staring at her from the flat of my back on the floor, practically spread eagle. Sliding past her to the door, I swear I noticed blush on her cheeks. Then again, my own face was burning. But then again, that was because I realized I liked her. Like really, really liked her. So maybe her blush meant she liked me too?

That was Halloween.

Six months later, that memory plays back almost every day. On top of six months worth of other memories. She’s there, in my head, all the time. Simple things, like her ridiculous victory dance when she wins Scrabble or her helping Aunt May make dinner (and when it comes to food, she helps a lot - in terms of taste and frequency) or even Karen telling me that she sent me a text, they all make my chest hammer. It’s the absolute worst, all variables considered.

I don’t know. This week has been weird. Seeing her so excited reminds me of how she looked trying on the suit which reminds me of everything else from that night and how I’ve never worked up the courage to just ask if it meant anything. Knowing that it’s way, way too late to ask now makes me a bundle of nerves and serious regret. Plus, her unguarded joy and enthusiasm itself…. It’s a lot to take in. Sensory overload or something. It’s like, I catch a glimpse of her teeth as she’s laughing and my brain spirals into One Hundred and One Ways I Could Make Her Laugh If She Was In Love With Me Instead or Ten Kissing Scenarios In Which She’s So Happy We Can’t Kiss Properly Because We’re Smiling Too Much. This week, these imaginary scenes keep getting out of control. It’s driving me nuts.

I need to stop thinking about her. It’s impossible when we’re always together, though. All of us. I can’t tell which is worse: when it’s just us, or when it’s us and MJ. And Ned, obviously.

So the last few days, I tried to keep a smidge of distance. Yesterday was particularly rough. Ned and MJ convinced her to skip a bunch of classes with them. They sent me dozens of snapchats, half trying to rope me in, half reporting on their adventures. (My favorite was when they nicknamed Flash an Ass-Hat Rich-Boy Bitch-Boy. Or maybe it was the video of Ned where he dissolved into a fit of laughter because he couldn’t say the phrase more than twice without messing it up.)

At the end of the day, because we all have Psych in seventh hour, I may have annoyed them by leaving that class early. I couldn’t help it. Y/N was so stupid crazy beautiful happy and it was agonizing to watch her scribble notes back and forth with MJ, her pen clicking in the almost dark as she did everything she could to not laugh and disrupt the episode of Mind Games playing on the screen. I had to get out of there before I got, like, a boner or something.

That was weird. And graphic.

God, it’s such a mess. I’m such a mess.

The point is, I need to stop thinking about her like that and just forget what happened yesterday and this morning and six months ago.

That being said, it’s not exactly easy when she’s been pissing me off the last few days. This stuff with MJ and Flash is starting to seriously eat away at me. Some of it isn’t her fault, and I’m trying to work through that on my own, but plenty of it is and I can’t tell if she even cares how I (or Ned) feel about it.

I hate these secrets.

Part 6

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A Study of the Day of Birth

Requested Anonymously.

So, this is slightly different from the request I got, but something about the idea really touched me, because I’ve spent birthdays alone and I kind of wrote this fic to… make myself feel better, really. I hope nobody minds that you’re basically reading me. Consider it a character study of myself. You’re getting to know your blogger, right?

The Doctor couldn’t remember the last time he had celebrated his own birthday. Why would he? Every time he hit a decade (more or less), he just poured himself a glass of apple juice and drank it out of a wine glass and that was that. No need to make a fuss. It was more to remind himself to keep track of time than anything (and wasn’t that ironic, being a Time Lord?). He had done it while you were with him, actually- you laughed, asked him why, he told you, and you drank apple juice with him. He couldn’t even remember his exact birthdate, actually, just the year, and the TARDIS had to keep track for him. He didn’t care either way.

But then there was you. You were young and bright. You didn’t have all that many years under your belt, and from the Doctor’s way of looking at things, you might as well celebrate them while they were still all shiny and new and they meant something.

You didn’t seem to agree.

“So, are you… excited?” the Doctor had asked.

“About what?” you said.

Your birthday was only a week away. It’s not as if you could have been that clueless, not really. So the Doctor deduced that you were feigning disinterest in order to downplay the situation. Some humans didn’t seem to like celebrating their birthdays. He hoped that you weren’t like that. But he didn’t say anything. No need to call you out for it, right? No, this called for something completely different.

So, whenever you went to bed, the Doctor stayed up and plotted. He knew how humans celebrated birthdays and he planned accordingly. He wanted to surprise you. He discovered that baking wasn’t something he was especially skilled at in this body- the cake would have to be commissioned. But it would be the best, for you. And the present? Something personal. This wasn’t superfluous ribbon-throwing, after all. He cared, and he wanted to show you that. So he picked the perfect gift. It was just a little thing, but you would appreciate the meaning. He knew you would. He wrapped it with care and tied a ribbon around it, and then it sat in his room, waiting for the big day.

And then the day came.

The Doctor was surprised when you emerged from your room fully clothed. You usually just came out in your pajamas to share breakfast with him before you got ready for the day. It was something he enjoyed. He liked how you looked in jimjams and a robe.

“What’s this?” he asked, gesturing to your clothes. Upon further examination, he realized you weren’t wearing and jewelry or a stitch of makeup. And your clothes weren’t the usual. You knew to dress appropriately for adventures. Jeans, running shoes, nothing too tight, etc. Comfortable but tough enough to take the run-for-your-life events that were always at risk of happening. Today, however, you wore sweatpants and a baggy sweater. You could have slept in those clothes. In fact, the only reason he knew that you didn’t was because they didn’t have a wrinkle on them. They were straight from the wardrobe.

“I need to go home,” you said plainly.

Fear spiked in the Doctor’s hearts. “W-what?”

“I’m not leaving,” you rushed to explain upon his frightened expression. “I just need to go home for tonight, that’s all. You can drop me of, travel to tomorrow, and pick me up again. It’ll only be a few minutes for you.” Then you glanced sideways, suddenly very interested in the console. “Unless you need a break from me. Take your time. As long as you pick me up tomorrow.”

“But today’s-…” The Doctor trailed off. You wanted to go home. You never asked to go home. And that meant that this was about your birthday, because that couldn’t be a coincidence. You had plans, then. Plans that you obviously didn’t want him around for. You didn’t want to spend your birthday with him. That was why you hadn’t mentioned it; pretended that you didn’t know a thing about it. Because you didn’t want him around for it.

Something inside the Doctor crunched painfully. He had thought that you were closer than this. That, maybe… maybe you… wanted more, from him. Your friendship had seemed so strong, so much better and brighter than friendship. He had thought…

It didn’t matter what he thought, though. Obviously. He was wrong.

“Right,” said the Doctor, tugging his ear. “Right. Sure. No problem. Only five minutes, eh? No problem. Over in no time.”

“Exactly,” you said, smiling at him, and he could see it was the emptiest smile you had ever given. That hurt.

The Doctor dropped you off with a curt goodbye and then proceeded to just… focus on breathing, for a few hours, because for some reason, breathing had become very difficult. It was a bit of a shock, really. The Doctor hadn’t realized that he was so attached to you that your passive rejection would break him so much. It’s not like… like you had been together and then decided to end it. This was just you not caring as much as he did.

Who was he kidding? If he weren’t so afraid, the Doctor could have asked you to marry him. His feelings certainly backed him up on that, and he couldn’t imagine, logically, a better partner. You were strong, and faithful, and you forgave each and every one of his flaws. You laughed with him, you cried with him, you stood by him and faced the fire. He wanted you, forever.

That did it.

The Doctor jerked the TARDIS out of the vortex and landed outside your home. Your birthday present was nestled in the bigger-on-the-inside pockets of his coat, and he pressed a hand to it just to remind himself that he had it as he used his sonic to unlock your front door.

He called out your name as he walked in, and immediately knew by the complete and utter silence that answered him that you weren’t at home. That seemed… wrong.

The Doctor glanced at the ticking clock on the wall and jerked in surprise. It was late. Nearly midnight. He had been so shaken up, he hadn’t even noticed how dark it was outside. What were you doing out so late? It was dark out there. Fine for him, but not so safe for you. Where could you possibly be?

A number of possible explanations came to mind, and each and every one of them made the Doctor feel sick. He didn’t want to think about any of them. HE didn’t want to think of you… out there.

The Doctor decided to wait an hour before he went looking for you. That seemed reasonable, didn’t it?

Shrugging of his coat and jacket, the Doctor bent down to take off his shoes. He had spent most of the week planning and plotting and running errands, and with the whole Raxicoricofallapatorius fiasco the week before, he hadn’t slept in exactly fourteen days. Not even a nap. That wasn’t healthy, not even for him. Some shut-eye, even if it was just for an hour, would do him good.

The Doctor grabbed a blanket and then curled up on your couch. Literally, curled, like a Time Lord cinnamon roll. And he was asleep in less than a minute.

You were prepared to awkwardly juggle your keys with your groceries in order to get into your house, but you found your door unlocked.

This was a potentially bad, bad thing, because you specifically remembered locking your door before you left.

You turned the knob as quietly as you could and nudged the door open with your foot. You pitied whoever had broken into your house, if anyone had broken into your house. You were, technically, armed.

Just as you were thinking this, your plans to possibly maim someone for breaking and entering flew out the window. There was no intruder in your house. Well, there was, but he was no burglar or the like. He was the Doctor, and he was asleep on your couch, and it was the cutest thing you had ever seen.

You dropped your keys, and they landed noiselessly on the rug below you while you fished your phone out of your pocket. No way were you going to pass this up. You turned off the phone’s flash and waited for the screen to focus…


The Doctor jerked awake as you congratulated yourself for capturing the perfect picture in only one try. He twisted around in the blanket he had already been folded in like origami. His eyes met yours, and you pressed your lips together in an effort not to laugh. He had bed-head. It was hilarious.

“Um…” You shrugged and not-so-discreetly kicked the front door shut behind you with your heel. “Didn’t expect you ‘til tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” The Doctor swallowed visibly, probably to get the husky sound of sleep out of his voice, and his eyes landed on the grocery back you were holding in your left hand. "What..?“

"I thought you were a burglar or something,” you said, shaking the bag at him. “I was gonna hit you with this. Could’ve bashed your nose in.”

The Doctor chuckled, but then quickly sobered. “Where have been?”

“Uh.” You walked over to the coffee table and set the bag down on it, and your shoulders ached in relief. It was a heavy bag. “Did y'know that wine glasses are usually sold in sets? I had no idea. Like, what if I want wine glasses that don’t all match? You don’t have to buy coffee mugs in sets. I think I want my wine glasses to be like my coffee mugs.”

You were rambling and you knew it, but maybe if you kept talking, the Doctor would be distracted.

You lifted two wine glasses out of the grocery bag. “So, it took me a long time to find these. The were discounted because they were both from broken sets and the sets didn’t match, so… I got two, just in case one broke.” You lifted your knee to tip the bag over and a gallon-container of apple juice thudded dully onto its side. “And I don’t need a gallon of this stuff, but it was cheap, so what the heck, right?”

“You…” The Doctor’s eyebrows drew close together as his mouth worked silently, until he found the words he wanted. “You were going to spend your birthday alone. You planned to spend your birthday alone.”

You didn’t answer.

Why?” he asked, completely confused.

“Well… I just… do. Although, I give you credit for the whole apple-juice-in-a-wine-glass thing,” you said, gesturing the wine glasses in your hand towards the tipped-over container of juice. “It’s kind of funny.”

The Doctor stared at you, and you stared back, silence making the room seem loud. You felt like a bug under a microscope. His eyes seemed to see everything. Superior Time Lord and all that. You examined him in kind, noting how naked he seemed with nothing over his shirt. He wasn’t even wearing his tie, you realized. It had been discarded on the table, while his jacket and coat were both neatly folded on the opposite end of the couch, with his shoes sitting on top. The Doctor himself was a mess- he was obviously one of those people who wiggled around in his sleep. It was cute, and if it weren’t for the uncomfortable atmosphere, you might have laughed about it.

Finally, the Doctor moved. He reached over to his coat, stuck his whole arm inside the pocket, and pulled out a brightly-wrapped box. Your stomach flipped. He had gotten you a birthday present. You didn’t even know that he knew about your birthday. 

“This is for you,” he said, as if it wasn’t obvious. He set it on the table next to the juice. “I wanted to surprise you for your birthday. Make a day of it. Take you somewhere special. I didn’t think about you making plans, or I would have said something.”

You ignored the present and stared, disbelieving. The Doctor, who only celebrated his birth  once every ten years, if even, had planned to surprise you for your birthday, which he shouldn’t even have known about. He got you a gift. He planned a special trip. And when he found out that you were going home, he actually slept in your house and waited just so he could give you your present.

(Stop sniffling. I’m not crying, you’re crying.)

Ignoring the present, you rushed to the couch and quickly snuggled yourself against his side. He immediately wrapped an arm around you and adjusted himself so that you reclined side-by-side. You fit against him perfectly- he made a pleased humming noise when he noticed, despite how startled he was.

“It’s nearly midnight,” he said, sounding mournful. You smiled against his shoulder. “Your birthday’s nearly over and you didn’t get to enjoy it at all.”

“I can celebrate tomorrow.”


“Doesn’t matter,” you said. You pushed yourself up and kissed his cheek, and you were pleased to see the blindingly brilliant smile the Doctor reacted with. "This is the best birthday present ever.“

First You Fall

Maisie Dalton fixed things.  And Niall Horan was definitely broken.

Chapter 23

Niall kept his attention focused on the console in front of him.  He toyed with a few knobs that didn’t actually do anything, but Maisie didn’t know that.  All he could think about once her perfume invaded his senses was the last time they’d been in this room and how soft her skin was beneath his calloused, rough fingers.  And then the anger raged up from somewhere beneath his toes.

He took a deep breath, mostly to keep his cool but also because he’d been holding it since the moment she walked in. He didn’t turn around.  He promised himself he wouldn’t.  If he looked at her, there’s no telling what he would’ve been willing to let go.


“Whatcha doin’ here?”  He interrupted, his voice forceful and full of anger.

Maisie could feel his fury.  It was terrifying.  She didn’t think anyone had ever resented her more than Niall did and he had good reason.  She felt her insides shake,

“Niall, please.”

Niall stayed silent, his jaw clenched so tightly it actually hurt.

“Niall, I’m so sorry.”  She whispered, the shake in her voice doing nothing to ease his irritation.  She glanced down, trying desperately to swallow the huge lump in her throat, “I shouldn’t have said what I said.”
“Doesn’t matter.”  He answered, his voice stoic.  

“I know I hurt you.”

He shook his head,

“Didn’t hurt me.”  

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