can we just stand up for the silent

Resurrection 

Teddy: *lies awake in bed, unable to sleep*

Teddy: *sighs, glancing around the faintly lit room* *slips out of bed*

Teddy: *makes his way outside, the full moon looming overhead*

Teddy: *glances over at the forbidden forest* *breath catches*

Teddy: Don’t even think about it… You definitely shouldn’t do it. *takes a deep, calming breath* …. Fuck it. 

*As the boy moves through the trees, he suddenly stumbles on something*

Teddy: *cringes and looks down* *spots an odd looking stone on the ground* 

Teddy: *holds up the stone, examining it* 

Voice: …… Yeah……

Tonks: *stares, trying to take in the sight of him* *shrugs weakly* 

Tonks: *glances slowly past Teddy and smiles* 

Voice: *sighs* Not… that… old…

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Dead Serious

Request: hey could you do one with peter, where the reader is studying and, he just wants to hangout with her so he gets whiny and so the reader says “let me finish and we can make out for much long as you like” and then they do. Lots of fluff please :)

A/N: I think I have a problem where because my favourite thing is friends who eventually get together, I never write an “hey we’re already dating" type fic, and this would totally be a prefect one of those but LOL IMA NOT DO THAT STILL. Yikes, sorry if this wasn’t what you were looking for. Lol I’m also gonna do a smutty Part 2.

Word Count: 1338

Masterlist

Part 2 // Part 3

T-48 HOURS UNTIL THE MIDTERM CHEMISTRY EXAM

“And students, please remember that your midterm will be in exactly two days starting precisely when the bell rings, so do not be late,” your teacher said.

Peter leaned over next to you, “Are we studying tonight?”

“I can’t, but how about tomorrow night?” You whispered, trying to make sure the teacher doesn’t hear you.

“What? Got a hot date tonight or something? Too good to see me?” Peter joked.

“If you count a hot date as studying for my French midterm tomorrow, then yes,”

“Y/L/N, Mr Parker, do you have something to share with the class?” Your teacher called back at you.

“Actually, I was wondering if you could go over the different types of reactions one more time, I was struggling with memorizing them and I was just asking Peter for help, but it would be great if you could go over them,” you lied.

Your teacher eyed the two of you before turning around to the chalk board and began writing out different reactions.

“Nice save,” Peter whispered.

“Well one of us had to say something, and since you can’t lie for your life, that duty falls on me,“

“I can so lie,”

“Sure Peter, and I have a pet unicorn,”

“Hey!”

“We go over this all the time, you can’t lie, and that’s exactly why you need me as a best friend,”

“What about Ned?” Peter asked.

“He needs me for the same reason too,”

T-40 HOURS UNTIL THE MIDTERM CHEM EXAM

Peter: Hey Y/N

Y/N: How may I be of service

Peter: Can you paint me like one of your French girls?

Y/N: Peter, why can’t you just let me study?

Peter: Because i’m bored

Y/N: Go bother Ned, i’m busy.

Peter: He has a midterm tomorrow too, he won’t answer my texts.

Y/N: Well how about this, you let me study now and I will entertain you tomorrow after we study ;)

Peter: ugh fine

Peter: But what’s with the winky face?

Y/N: Peter.

Peter: Sorry!

T-39 HOURS UNTIL THE MIDTERM CHEM EXAM

Peter: I’m still curious about the winky face

Y/N: How’s this Parker, you leave me alone tomorrow and I’ll go down on you when we finish studying

Peter didn’t respond for a while

Y/N: Peter did you die?

Peter: You aren’t serious

Y/N: Dead serious.

Y/N: I’ll see you tomorrow ;)

T-24 HOURS UNTIL THE MIDTERM CHEM EXAM

You were sitting in chemistry, barely listening to your teacher ramble on about the different formulas you will need to know for tomorrow when Peter elbowed you to get your attention.

“Are you ready for your French exam?” He whispered.

“No! I’m so nervous. I can read it really well and understand it when someone speaks to me, but I have to write the entire exam in French and I don’t know if i’ll actually do well,”

“Y/N, you doodle in French for gods sake, I think you’ll be fine,”

“I know, i’m just nervous,”

“Listen to me, you’re going to do extremely well, as always. You’ve been taking French for years, you’ve got this in the bag,”

“Mr Parker! Something you would like to share with the rest of us?” the teacher interrupted.

Peter froze, he began stammering out a few words in response to the teacher when you cut in, “Sorry Ms, I was quizzing Peter on elements and their correlating atomic number. We didn’t mean to speak that loud,”

“Studying is for your free time, M®(s) Y/L/N, not class time. Please pay attention and study some other time,”

“Of course Ms. Our apologizes,”

The teacher turned back to the board and continued talking about what she had previously written.

“You need to quit talking so loud. There are only so many lies I can tell,”

T-21 HOURS UNTIL THE MIDTERM CHEM EXAM

At lunch you ran into the car and joined Peter and Ned at your lunch table.

“So?” Peter said

“How did you do?” Peter added.

“Fabulously! I know I did well. I’m about 95% sure I got an A on the exam. I’m so proud of myself. I actually understood what I was reading and what I wrote. I’m feeling really confident about it,”

“That’s awesome Y/N! I told you you’d do great. I’m proud of you,” Peter said.

“Let’s just wait and see how well I do on the chemistry midterm, and then you can decide whether you’re proud of me or not,”

“We’re still on for our study date tonight, right?“ Peter asked.

Ned looked up from his notes where he was studying for his exam in the afternoon.

“Wait, you two are going on a date? Finally. Took you two long enough. You can cut the sexual tension In here with a knife,”

“What?” You choked out

“We-we’re not going on a date. We said study date, Ned,” Peter said.

“I’m going to Peter’s tonight so we can study for our chemistry exam tomorrow,”

“Ha, I get it, you guys are studying YOUR chemistry. Have fun kids, use a condom,” Ned said, standing up and beginning to collect his things, “Well i’m going to the library where there’s less tension floating through the air. Enjoy ‘studying’ tonight guys,”

You and Peter sat silently and waited Ned walk away.

Neither of you were really sure of what to say.

“So do you want to just walk to my place after school together then?” Peter said, eventually breaking the silence.

“Yep!” You agreed.

T-16 HOURS UNTIL THE MIDTERM CHEM EXAM 

It was 4pm by the time you and Peter actually began studying, you were lying on his floor with your textbook and notes open around you while Peter was sitting at his desk.

You spent some time quizzing each other and going over notes before Peter began getting bored. This was once of his best subjects so he really didn’t need to study as hard as you did for this class.

T-13 HOURS UNTIL THE MIDTEM CHEM EXAM

You had been studying for three hours and Peter had started whining approximately two hours previous.

You were still on Peter’s floor surrounded by your study notes. Peter had moved to his bed and was lying down.

“Y/N,“ He whined.

“Yes, dear,” you said, not taking your attention away from what you were reading.

“How much longer do we have to study? i’m booooorrreeeddd. We already know all of this,”

“You already know all of this,” you corrected him.

“But Y/N, you know it toooooo,”

“Peter, hon, if you don’t shut up, or just help me study I might lose my mind,”

“You’ll have to make me stop talking,”

“Okay Peter, how’s this? Let me study now, and later we can make out for as long as you’d like, and maybe I’ll even go down on you,”

Peter sat up, “Wh-what?”

“I feel like at this point, my lips on yours is one sure way that you won’t be talking,”

“I-i- are you serious?” He questioned.

“Dead serious Parker, give me half an hour to review the rest of my notes and you can have your tongue down my throat for as long as you’d like,”

Peter’s eyes widened, and he shut up. You didn’t hear a peep out of him for the next half hour.

T-12 HOURS UNTIL THE MIDTERM CHEM EXAM

When you were finally done reviewing your notes, you put them back into your folder and stood up.

Peter sat on his bed, watching you.

“Were you really serious before, or were you just trying to get me to shut up?” Peter asked.

“I told you, Parker. I’m dead serious,”

Blessing - Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader x dad!Stark

Words: 1179
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader x dad!Stark
Featuring: Clint Barton
Warnings: lotta love, cheesy ending.
Requested by anon
Pietro goes to Dad!Tony to ask for his blessing to marry reader. Tony’s not to keen on the idea because it’s speedy, but he makes reader happy and that’s all he can ask for as a loving father. Fluff ‘n’ stuff please.
Authors Note: I’m sorry this took so long to get out, I have been very unmotivated recently. Just happy it’s finally done :)

Pietro Masterlist. Masterlist.


“Tony, I need to talk to you!” Pietro ran around the base all day, trying to find your father long enough to get him to speak. Tony kept dodging Pietro and hiding from him by saying that he had to do work all over the base.

Clint rolled his eyes when Tony ran into the kitchen. “I swear, Tony, if you do not talk toPietro he’s going to explode. Just give him a few minutes to talk. He’s your daughter’s boyfriend, what if it’s important?” Of course, Clint knew what Pietro wanted to talk about; he’s basically Pietro’s father.

And Clint wasn’t lying; it was one of the most important things that could happen. “I don’t want to talk to him; he makes me mad! And to know he is having…intercourse… with my daughter does not make it any better for me,” Tony argued.

Clint cocked his head and rolled his eyes. “Come on; they have been dating for nearly two years. Give him a break; he’s really not that bad.”

Tony slowly turned his head to look at Clint. “You know what this is about, don’t you?” Tony walked closer.

“What? No, no, what gave you any idea that I know what he wants? No, psh, no!” Clint lied as he stood up to get away from Tony.

“Clint, get your ass back here!” Tony shouted and ran after Clint, but was stopped by a gust of wind.

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Late Dinner

Originally posted by bwiseoks

MATURE

Yoongi spends the majority of his time cooped up in his studio. He sleeps there as often as he can get away with, he eats most of his meals there, he hangs most of his clothes there. Most of your dates tend to take place in or very near his studio. You get takeout and watch anime on his laptop or you go to the café down the street.

And, although you technically live together, most of the time you feel as if you live alone.

But most of the time, you don’t particularly mind it. It’s nice to have your space while Yoongi has his. You can spread out your things in the living room and blare music while you work or you can cover the bed in papers as you pretend to get work done instead of watching TV.  Whatever work you need to get done at home, you can get it done without worrying about disturbing him or having him disturb you.

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I’m the real deal // Shawn Mendes

Request:  Can you do a badboy imagine plz. I don’t really care what’s it’s about lol I just really like the idea of badboy shawn.

Authors note: So this isn’t as bad o as I thought but I looove writing these so I’ll probably do another ayyy


“You need to leave me alone” I slam my locker shut, giving Shawn a glare before turning my back on him and walking off on him.

“No can do sweetheart.” I can hear the smirk in his voice and I roll my eyes. I stop abruptly, causing him to crash into my back. I spin around to face him.

“And why not? Honey,” I reply, watching the humor dance in his eyes.

“Because I’m incapable of going about my day without talking to you.” He winks, grinning, and I scoff.

“Talking? More like annoying the heck out me.” I spit, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You know what?” Shawn asks, pushing the sleeves of his long sleeved black shirt back up over his elbow,  exposing his forearms and I swallow at the sight.

“What?” I ask, but the bite to my words has disappeared. Its replaced by quick breaths and a weakness in my knees. I think Shawn’s arm made me weak, and I think he noticed.

“I think that you really like me-” I cut him off.

“I don’t think that’s the case-” He stops me.

“Oh but I think it is. I know you’re affected by my touch just as much as I am by yours.”

I freeze, eyes slowly meeting his. I gravitated towards him. We were like magnets and I was drawn to him.

“Yeah,” I whisper unconsciously. I rest my back against the lockers as he takes a step closer towards me, hand brushing back some of my stray hair behind my ear and I shiver.

He was too close, all I could think was Shawn. He was right there in front of me and his cologne smelt so good

“Yeah,” He mumbles back, his nose slightly brushing mine and all I could do was stand there with no defensive, his brown eyes locked on my own. 

I mumble something incoherent and he chuckles, pressing his body against mine so that I was sandwiched between the lockers and his body. 

“What are you doing?” I say louder, my hands hanging limply by my sides. 

“Trying to show you-” He breathes out slowly. “That you can’t deny we’re attracted to each other.”

For some reason that snaps me out of the haze I was stuck in. Shoving him off me I back away away from him.

“I don’t want to be some one night stand Shawn. I’m not some girl that you can add to your reputation. I’m the real deal.” My hands are shaking, why are they shaking?

“I get that you feel a need to keep up your bad ‘status’ but I’m not someone you can just mess with.” He doesn’t move towards me yet he doesn’t back away either.

“I don’t want to mess with you Y/n.” He says softly. Its silent in the hallway- not surprising as it was lunch and everyone was outside enjoying the sunny day. We stare out each other for what feels like hours but merely minutes.

“Good. ‘Cos you can’t.” I try to sound strong but I feel my resolve crumbling at every word Shawn says. I can’t help but start to give in.

“I don’t want you to be some one night stand- If anything I want you to be an every night stand.” He chuckles and I roll my eyes again.

“Shawn,” I say sharply and he shrugs his shoulders, the boyish grin he’s wearing making a smile appear on my own face.

“I know I’m known as a bad guy for my attitude towards some things but sweetheart, if you just gave me a chance- one chance, I’ll show you that I can be the best thing that ever happened to you.” He sounded so sure of himself that I took a moment to let his words to sink in. 

“Okay,” I say before I can think about it. His eyebrows raise in surprise.

“Really?”

“You want me to reconsider?”

“No way- your mine now,” He grins and I bite my lip to hold back a smart remark. Neither of us seem to know what to say and I rock back on my heels, contemplating what to do now that I agreed to give Shawn a chance.

“Well I guess this is goodbye-” I’m cut off by Shawn sweeping me off my feet and pressing me back into the lockers on the other side of the hallway, his mouth on my own. 

I can’t seem to move- my brain wasn’t functioning, Shawn was kissing me. Then it kicks in and kissing him just as feverishly. He pulls back a centimeter and I can’t help but laugh, Shawn smiling back wildly. 

“Not too bad for a good girl,”

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Venom || Joe Sugg Imagine

As long as everyone had known Joe and I had hated each other. Our friends had more often than not had to tear us apart. We didn’t get along.

“Hey Y/N/N, the boys are going out for lunch and you’re coming,” Conor’s voice blasts from my phone.

“Hey Con,” I laugh shifting my phone so it sits between my shoulder and my ear, “Who’s going?”

Conor coughs a little, “Just the boys.” He trails of cautiously.

“Will he be there?” I ask venom seeping through my tone.

Conor laughs nervously, “Who do you mean?”

I scoff, “You know exactly who I mean.”

“I don’t know if he will be there Y/N,” Conor sighs defeatedly. I run my fingers through the ends of my hair harshly.

“If he’s there I’m leaving,” I say quickly.

Conor sighs dramatically, “Y/N.”

I quickly cut him off, “I’ve had enough of his shit Conor.”

“Fine,” He says, I can practically hear the disappointment in his voice. I shake my head at his disappointment. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Where are we meeting?” I ask before he can hang up. He lists off the cafe and shortly after hangs up.

An hour later, I stood in the doorway the cafe, peering in my eyes search for the rowdy group of boys. My E/C eyes meet those of Caspar, who grins and waves me over.  Making my way over to them my eyes rake across the table. No Joe.

Smiling widely at the group,“Hey Guys,” I say excitedly. I sit in the empty seat next to between Conor and Jack. Each of the boys glance nervously at each other.

“What?” I say narrowing my eyes slightly.

“Hey, guys-” His voice says before stopping, “What are you doing here?”

Rolling my eyes I stand from the table only to be yanked back down. “Conor,” I say in a warning tone silently threatening him.

“Let her leave,” Joe laughs condescendingly. Narrowing my eyes at him.

“Shut your fucking face,” I spit, kicking my chair backward eyes shining with anger.

“Whoa Y/N, chill,” Jack says tugging on my arm. I pull my arm away from him forcefully.

“Don’t touch me.” I spit at him venom dripping from my voice. Turning around to lock eyes with Joe, “And you. What’s your problem with me?”

“You’re annoying,” Laughing a little.

“That’s fucking childish.”

He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest defensively.

“Y/N,” Caspar says standing up.

“What?” I ask throwing my hands in the air, “I’ve not done a fucking thing to him! He has absolutely no reason to be such an asshole to me.”

“Y/N/N,” Conor says drawing my attention away from the other boys.

“What Conor? You’ve all stood by and let him verbally attack me. I’m going to stand up for myself.”

“I wasn’t attacking you,” Joe mumbles eyes cast downwards.

“And what would you call it Sugg?” I cross my arms across my chest. When he stays silent I pick up my stuff and walk around the table and just as I’m about to pass him. I break out into a grin.

“Should we tell the now?” I ask loud enough that they can hear. Eyes locked with Joe’s. He smiles softly eyes sparkling with mischief. He shakes his head softly and takes a step towards me still grinning.

“Whoa mate, what are you doing?” Conor’s panicked voice appears from behind me.

Joe takes another step. He hooks his fingers through my jean loops pulling me towards him smashing our lips together. I grin and trail my fingers up and into his hair.

Gasps from our friends resonate around us as we pull apart.

“Hey Casp, remember when I told you I was seeing someone?” Joe asks wrapping his arm around my waist both of us grinning at our friends.

“Your fucking pricks,” Conor laughs.

Like That

[listen to Like That by Bea Miller.]

The car ride is silent and the only sounds are the loud rain pouring on the car, and my fuming thoughts. Shawn looks out his window, a slight intoxication to him, and acts like everything is normal, but things aren’t. I can’t stand to be in the car with him. How can he act like things were normal when things weren’t?

Within a few minutes, we pull up to the house. Instead of waiting for the car to be shut off and the chauffeur opening the door for us, I unbuckle my belt and hop out of the car and walk towards the front door. The rain begins to soak me and I search for the spare key, but curse under my breath when I see that it’s not in its usual spot of being taped under the outdoor lamp. Shawn takes his time getting out of car and I know that he does that on purpose. I cross my arms under my chest and feel goosebumps forming on my skin and my teeth begin to chatter.

The car door opens and out walks Shawn, the keys tossed up and down in his right hand as his left hand is in the pocket of his pants. By now I’m fully soaked and Shawn is on his way to being soaked by how slow he walks.

“Are you in a rush?” Shawn asks as he begins to unlock the front door. I don’t reply. He chuckles and then as soon as the door is open, I walk right in and head into the house.

My heels make noise, but I remove them and begin to walk towards the kitchen. The door closes and Shawn’s voice echoes through the hall, “So you’re mad at me now, huh?”

After finding nothing to eat, I opt to just go upstairs and call it a night. I walk back towards the front of the hall and see Shawn hang up his jacket.

“Silent treatment tonight?” Shawn asks me. I ignore him and head up the stairs to the bedroom. I hear his footsteps follow me and I prepare myself for whatever it is he’s going to do to try and get himself out of trouble.

“What did I do this time?” He asks. I walk to the vanity mirror and take a seat and begin to remove my jewelry and makeup from the night. I see his reflection in the mirror and he leans against the doorway.

The white shirt he wore for the night clings onto his torso and the shadow of his abs is prominent. I watch through the reflection as he slowly unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt as he removes his black tie.

“Wanna tell me what I did?” Shawn asks.

“I can tell you what you didn’t do. That’d be less time.” I reply.

“Was it about tonight?”
“Not just tonight. It’s almost every night.”

“Ali, what am I doing here? What am I doing wrong?” Shawn asks as he begins to walk closer. I turn around in my seat and point at him.

“You know exactly what you do! You hide our relationship and it makes me look like a fucking groupie! Just say it, Shawn, say to everyone that I’m you’re girlfriend and you’re not fucking some model or other celebrity.” I say.

Shawn puts his hands at his hips and shakes his head, a laugh emitting from his lips, and he lets out a deep sigh. “This again? We come back to this again, huh?”

“Yes, Shawn, we’re back here. Again. And we wouldn’t need to be back here again if you…”

“If I what, Ali?” He asks as he raises his voice slightly. “Tell me how can I prevent this silent treatment that you give me? Because you know there is nothing I would love more than to know what the fuck is making you act this way.”

“Like that!” I raise my voice as I stand up. “It’s when you treat me like that!”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m dumb! Like I’m the one who just loves to start fights! Like I’m not your girlfriend! Like I’m just…not important to you.”

“So we’re doing this again?” He asks. Shawn turns around and places a hand at his forehead.

“Perfect example. You make me feel like I’m not important. Like the words I say aren’t important. Like - you know what? What’s the point? You’re just gonna direct this back to dumb questions.” I walk past him and head down the stairs.

Sometimes I feel like I’m not everything he wants me to be. I head into the kitchen and rummage through the cabinets in search for a headache reliever. I grab the bottle of pills, open it, swallow a pill, close the bottle, place it back, and then pour myself a glass of water. I stand in front of the sink and sip my water as the moonlight slips through the window.

From behind, I can feel Shawn’s presence in the room. I place my glass in the sink and stare out the window. I hear his steps coming closer and eventually he’s behind me. I drop my head and close my eyes. His arm snaked around my waist and I felt my breath hitch. He felt it too.

Shawn pushes my hair behind my shoulder and tucks a strand behind my ear. He brings his mouth by my ear and as he licks his bottom lip, he licks a bit of my ear. “So what do you want from me?”

It’s a simple question. One that usually gets a rise out of me in arguments, but with his tone, and the grip he had on me, it made me shiver. I feel a drip of water fall from his hair and it lands on my right collarbone. Shawn places his right hand at my right wrist.

“Alley cat?” He calls me by his nickname for me. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Oh,” I scoff, “you finally want to listen?” I turn around and am now facing him. His grips on my waist and wrist remain, but now I’m looking into his eyes that look a different color due to the moonlight. His usual curly mop of hair are no more, but instead wet strands that have framed his face.

“Yeah, I wanna listen.” Shawn says with a serious gaze.

I roll my eyes and place my hand on his chest to push him away, but he doesn’t budge. My hand remains on his chest, and I glance from my hand to his eyes. The rain continued outside and I take notice of how the white shirt clung to his body perfectly. I find myself debating on wanting to unbutton his shirt and wanting to stand my ground and not fall into temptation.

“What’s the matter?” Shawn asks as he takes note of how silent I’m being. “Cat got your tongue?”

My chest rises and I find myself pressing my lips onto his in a heartbeat. He lets go of my wrist and picks me up by my waist and places me on the sink counter. I wrap my legs around him as I place my hands in his hair. His tongue runs over my bottom lip and I open my mouth, gasping as he slithers his tongue inside.

His hand goes to the back of my dress and he unzips it. I enjoy the feeling of his lips on mine, his tongue on mine, as he slowly began to pull the sleeves of the dress down my arm. I remove my hands from his hair, and eventually break the kiss as he removes the top of my dress. I lick my bottom lip, biting it, as I place my hands on the collar of his shirt and pull him close to me again. Our lips attack one another once more and he lifts me off the sink and turns me around to the kitchen island.

I moan into the kiss as I begin to unbutton the rest of his shirt. Shawn’s hand goes in between my thighs and I gasp. With my mouth open, he gnaws on my bottom lip and it makes me moan.

“Shawn,” I moan. He smirks and kisses me before placing his other hand under my dress. I feel him removing my underwear and it dangles at my ankles. I kick off the fabric and break the kiss to unbutton his shirt. Shawn, not wanting to kill the vibe, kissed at my neck. My heart fluttered at the feeling of him gently and teasingly kissing at my neck. He occasionally would bite at the skin and it would make me pant.

The shirt is unbuttoned and Shawn pulls back and I look him in the eyes. He smirks and I remove the shirt from his torso. The fabric clung to his skin and was slowly tugged off his arms. I place my hands on his arms, open my legs, and pull him close to me.

Shawn’s hands go to my thighs as we continue to kiss one another. He removes his lips from mine and kisses at my neck and down to my collar bones. My hand is at his shoulder, the other at the back of his hair.

I hear the noise of his belt buckle and then the sound of his zipper coming down. I bite at his ear and he lets out a raspy moan.

Shawn detaches his lips from my neck and kisses my lips gently before placing a hand at my lower back and bringing my body closer to him.

“Shawn,” I pant at the feeling of him separating my legs with his body. Slowly, he slides inside me. I bite on my lip and rest my forehead at his shoulder as she continued to slide all the way in.

“Oh, fuck,” Shawn curses. I gently bite on his shoulder and he lets out a low moan.

He grabs me by the waist and it takes me by surprise when he carefully and gently, still inside me, takes us onto the floor. Shawn places me on my back and then pulls out, only to thrust all the way inside me again.

It makes my body twitch and my breath to hitch. I go to touch him, but with one hand, he holds my wrists above my head and pins them to the floor. With his other hand, Shawn holds onto my right thigh and pulls out halfway and then slams back inside me.

“Shawn,” I moan his name. A roar of thunder and a flash of lightning are seen and heard through the window. The lightning lights up the kitchen and it allows me to see Shawn’s intense gaze that made me shiver.

I feel him in my stomach and he continues to roll his body into me. My moans are heard throughout the kitchen and Shawn begins to lowly grunt with each thrust.

“God,” he grunts, “you feel so good.”
“Shawn,” I pant.

He lets go of my thigh and then holds a wrist in each hand. My hands are still pinned to the floor under his touch, but instead of being above my head, they’re by my shoulders. Shawn looks me in the eyes as he pulls out, and then slowly rolls back in. I arch my back and wrap my legs tighter around him and he brings his head down and kisses my lips.

I want to run my fingers through his hair, tug at the strands, and even touch him, but all I can do is touch his fingers.

“Shawn, Shawn,” I pant. His lips continue to kiss mine and I close my eyes at the feeling of him inside me.

Shawn releases my hands and I instantly place my hands in his hair. I begin to tug at it and then trail my left hand down to his shoulder and claw at his skin.

He feels good.

His skin is warm against mine, even though we were caught up in the rain, and he still smells intoxicating. I throw my head back at his thrusts and my head lands on the back of his forearm. Shawn takes me by surprise and pulls at my hair, making me moan louder. My moan echoes off the kitchen wall and I listen to Shawn’s grunts and pants.

“Sh-Shawn.” I moan. “Don’t, don’t stop.”

He slowly pulls out all the way and I look at him. There’s another bolt of lightning that lasts a couple of seconds and I look at Shawn. He looked hauntingly breathtaking. As I was admiring him, he takes me by surprise and begins to rub the head of his hard erection onto my clit. My body jolts in surprise and at the action.

“Shawn,” I moan. “Oh, fuck!”

“Does that feel good?” Shawn asks me.

“Uh huh.”
“Tell me what you like.”

“I li-like that.” I pant. He continued to run his head against my clit, but slower and a bit rougher. I sink my teeth onto my bottom lip as I quiver at his actions.

“Tell me what you want.” Shawn says.
“You.” I say.

The teasing stops and he slowly slides back inside me. I go to wrap my legs around his waist, but Shawn takes me by surprise and hitches my left leg over his shoulder. He’s now deeper inside me and I open my mouth to moan, but am silent.

“Say my name.” Shawn demands, knowing full well that when we’re in this position I can’t find my voice.

“Sh,” my voice is a raspy pant. “Oh, fuck.”

“Fuck, you feel good.” Shawn grunts as he thrusts harder.
“Shawn, I’m gonna -”

“No you’re not.” He says. Shawn places a hand at my neck and applies pressure with his thumb. I bite my lower lip as he applies more pressure and feel myself ready to cum.

“Shawn.” I say in a raspy voice.
“Not yet.” He replies. Shawn starts to thrust slower, in a grinding fashion, and it throws me over the edge.

“Shawn,”
“Did I tell you to cum?” He asks.

I try my hardest to hold it, but can’t. “Fuck!” I reach my orgasm and moan loudly, almost close to a scream, but his hand is still at my neck.

Shawn picks up the pace and I feel him go deeper in my stomach. I moan louder as he releases his hand from my neck and instead places it on my waist. He pins me down to the floor and continues to thrust into me.

“Oh, baby, fuck!” Shawn moans. He pulls out just in time and I feel him shoot out on my inner thigh.

Shawn spreads my legs open with his hand and with two fingers, he wipes up his cum from my thigh and brings it to my mouth.

“Open.” Shawn says. I open my mouth and suck on his fingers and swallow the cum. “Good girl.”

He leans down and kisses my lips, his tongue gently running over mine. He pulls back and tugs at my bottom lip before kissing at my neck.

Shawn looks at me and smirks, “Now I like that.”

Starlight [Jason Scott x Reader] [Power Rangers x Reader]

Author’s Note: Wow, that’s a new thing in the title–multiple pairings! There are hints of Jason ScottxReader in this, but it’s also a general Power RangersxReader sort of deal too, just a team bonding moment. I like writing snippets like this to help establish your relationship as a team, so there’s already some background when I write some more plot-heavy stuff. So this is just a random little thing, and I hope y’all enjoy.

(Also little side note that may or may not matter to you idk: I pictured the reader to be the purple Ranger, and in the Dino Charge season of PR, the purple Ranger has a plesiosaur Zord. So… that’s why you have the Zord that you do here haha)

Word Count: 953

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Insecure Rivalry

“This isn’t an eating contest.”
“That’s what you want me to think.” Lance says, stuffing his face with more space goo.
Keith watched as Lance choked down on the last of his dinner.

“Why is everything a god damn competition with you?” Keith asked, clearly irritated.

“Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t know.”
“Know what!? Keith yells.

The other Paladins stare blankly. They have had a lot of down time recently and it has been too obvious that Lance has made everything from sparring, and eating to first person out of the shower a competition.
Keith wasn’t having any of it. So the entire team wasn’t all that surprised with Keith’s outburst.

"I don’t know! Okay Lance! So can you stop with this stupid rivalry! It’s a joke.” Keith stands up from his seat, there is an angry heat flushing his face and he is almost baring teeth.
Shiro agrees that Lance has taken it a bit far over the week but Keith’s body language is the cherry on top.

“Lance why don’t we just let it go, I think you have had your fun.” Shiro interferes. Lance twitches when he hears Shiro defend the red Paladin.
“It’s not stupid!” Lance says, rising from his seat.
“Yeah? Well your stupid… and this,” Keith pokes at Lance’s chest. “this is not a rivalry.”
Lance is silent but he doesn’t stand down.
“Do you wanna know why? Keith provoked.
There is a longer silence and the Paladins are more than less concerned about where this is going.
"It’s not a rivalry because,” he jabs at Lance for some good measure. “Because we are not equals.”
“Keith.” Shiro objects.
Lance is almost shocked, but he’s to quick witted to let his guard down.
“Yeah!? Well that’s because I don’t need to be babied by Shiro.”

“LANCE! Stop.”
It’s a low growl, and Shiro put his hand on Lance’s shoulder pushing him down to take a seat.
He shoves his leaders hand.
“My point exactly.” He scoffs.

“You don’t know what your talking about.” Keith says grabbing his plate and removing himself from the table.
Pidge and Hunk follow in suit. There is a spark of fire in Shiro’s eyes and the Green and Yellow Paladin have no desire to see that ignite.
Lance doesn’t move, he just crosses his arm against his chest to pout.
When Lance is alone with his leader. Shiro move to sit across from the teen.
“So, you going to tell me what that was all about?”
“I don’t know. Are you?”
“What?”
“What does Keith have that I don’t? He’s hot headed, and he has that out of style mullet…. but I try, I try really hard and he still gets all your attention.”
“Thats not true.” Shiro defends.
“Your right, if your not with Keith your with Pidge…”
“Lance. Stop. Where is all this hostility coming from?” Shiro is surprised to find Lance jealous of his teammates. He’s always been so supportive, sure he said more than was necessary but he just assumed that was Lance being Lance.

They have moved from the dining hall to the observation room. Neither have said anything.
“I looked up to you dude.” It’s so quite, Shiro isn’t sure if he was meant to hear.
“I don’t understand.” Shiro says scratching the back of his head.
There is a ball that drops to the pit of lance’s stomach, which sets off tears that form at the corner of his eyes.
“Of course you don’t…. How could Shiro, My greatest hero ever understand.”
“Keith is right, it isn’t a rivalry..it can’t be when the only person i have ever wanted to impress doesn’t even look at me.”

“Lance I’m looking straight at you.”
“Yeah? What do you see?”

“I see Lance, our… um sharp shooter, the kid who always has a good joke…and…”

“Stop.”

He throws his hand up to his ears, he can’t bare to hear more.

The Black Paladin is quick to shut his mouth.

“Shiro, when I look at you.” He trembles in his wake but he holds eye contact.
“Shiro, when I first knew about you. I saw my hero, an exploration pilot that traveled to Kerberos, and when I was still a cadet that had been the farthest any man had gone out into the universe. Then I met you, and you weren’t just my hero! You were Champion among the Garla Slaves, hand picked by a princess to be the Black Paladin, Leader of Voltron.
SHIRO YOUR THE LEADER OF VOLTRON! Defender of the Galaxies…
And I’m Lance, "the kid who always has a good joke.”
There is a deadly silence because Shiro is absolutley speechless.

“I don’t want your pity, I’m not smart like Pidge and Hunk, and I know that I’ll never be as good as Keith. He works hard, and he isn’t perfect either, but I know that he looks up to you too.”

Lance pauses to find the right words.

“I don’t have a lot to offer, and I don’t know how to make myself better, but if I keep competing against him, against Keith…than maybe I’ll get better, and maybe one day you will look at me and see more than a sharpshooter, maybe one day I will be a worthy rival to Keith, but right now I’m not even his equal, I’m just a joke…so what does that make me to you?

Just a little something until I get back to my computer to finish answering those prompts.

Three Times Mulder and Scully Got Caught and One Time They Didn’t Care

Author: Bohoartist

Rating: Teen (for part 1 only)

Post-Ep: Avatar

Author’s Note: Part 1 was written for @txf-fic-chicks post-ep challenge. Subsequent parts are not part of the challenge. This was a fun challenge to take on! Mega thanks to my beta @piecesofscully for helping me flesh this idea out and for the stellar work of making my words work.

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6 | Red Skies

BTS WEREWOLF AU
WORD COUNT: 3,482 

WARNINGS: SWEARING, VIOLENCE, MENTAL HEALTH DETERIORATION, DEATH, FEELS, VERY SAD

Originally posted by dangerously-jamless

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Three days without food, water, or sleep. Three days roaring your eyes out as you cried out in desperation and disbelief. Jungkook, your mate, was dead. Ji-Yong had killed him in front of you.
Jimin had used a bobby pin from your hair to escape the shackles in the firey basement, his red hot anger consumed his body in a fit of rage. He killed Ji-Yong and Jin almost immediately after escaping the cage, strangling them until they were unconscious, before using the same gun that had ended Jungkook’s life to ensure neither of them would be coming back. The rest of that night was an emotional blur, Jimin helped everybody out of the cells and extinguished the blaze. Nancy and Taehyung tried their hardest to keep you from seeing his body; but what they didn’t know is you’d spent five hours later that night curled up next to the stone cold dead body of Jungkook, screaming in agony and heartbreak, crying until you’d ran out of tears.

“Y/N?” Nancy knocked on Jungkook’s bedroom door pulling you out of your dangerous thoughts, you’d being staying in there because it was the only way you could feel close to him now he was gone.

“Yeah?” You looked up in surprise, her and Taehyung were supposed to be spending the night together, they weren’t supposed to be home for hours, just how long had passed?

“Me and Tae just got back… I noticed that you haven’t moved all day again, I just-, we’re worried. Is there anything you need? I could go and get us some dinner-”

“No I’m fine thank you.” You half smiled up at the pretty blonde in the doorway, she was wearing a red dress and a pair of beautiful golden sling back heels. Her and Taehyung had just been on a date, to take their mind off things, another thing you and your mate never got round to doing.

Nancy only nodded once in response and closed the door behind her, leaving you all alone with the memory of your mate, the person you were supposed to spend the rest of eternity with, being shot dead in cold blood by your bleeder.
Laying down on the dark bedsheets you inhaled deeply, his scent still lingered in the room but it was quickly fading into your own. Staring up at the ceiling you stayed completely still, even when tears spilled from your eyes and rolled down the sides of your face.
You never got to experience the true love between mates. He was taken away before you could even hug him, kiss him…

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Best Skee-ball Player in Toronto (Not my Jersey pt. 2)

anonymous asked: 

can you please do a part two of not my jersey? it was so good!

Word count: 2368

Warnings: Sorry if your name is Tom Hanson and you get offended by Mitch Marner punching you

Author’s note: Do you guys want another part? Let me know!

Part 1

Originally posted by wonthetrade


You were absolutely freaking out, to put it lightly. Tonight was your first date with Auston and you had no clue where you were going, which meant you had no clue what you were supposed to wear. You weren’t the type of person to stress about what to wear, so this was completely new to you. When you heard the door of the apartment open, you nearly sprinted out of your room.

“Mitch, what the hell am I supposed to wear?” You wail, throwing yourself into his arms. He stumbles back, awkwardly patting your back.

“Good afternoon to you too, (Y/N).” You groan.

“You’re not being funny. My date with Auston is literally in two hours and I don’t know what to wear.”

“Well where are you guys going?”

“That’s the problem; I don’t know where we’re going.”

“Ooh, that is a problem.” Mitch agrees.

“Thank you, Captain Obvious. You’re Auston’s best friend. Where does he normally take girls on first dates?”

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anonymous asked:

Oh please write Sansa telling Jon more about how different he is than Joffrey!!

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The solar was quiet so late into the evening. The light from the fire cast Jon in warm amber light. It was these moments Sansa cherished most. The calmness before the storm, the slow burn of wine running through her veins, and the way his skin looked golden here. It was not the first time she had thought impure thoughts about Jon, and if her blood was not soaked with wine, she may have felt the familiar wash of shame and guilt come upon her; but not tonight. Under the winter’s moon, Sansa saw a man, so weathered by hardships, so burdened by responsibilities and yet so beautiful by the fullness of his heart. She saw only a king, who was gentle, brave and honourable. 

“Your hair,” Sansa said, lips pressed to the rim of her goblet as the crimson liquid eased down her throat. 

Jon looked up from where he sat by the hearth, Ghost’s head on his lap. “What?” 

“Your hair looks as black as the night,” she continued, unaware of the slight slurring of her words. “And his was lighter than the sun. So different.”

“Sansa…” 

“And your eyes. His eyes were like the sea, green with moss and algae, but yours – they are like a winter’s storm.” She couldn’t stop now that she had begun. She needed him to see what he refused to acknowledge about himself. Oh, he was always so stubborn. Sansa chuckled abruptly, shaking her head. “He was like a twig compared to you, Jon. He was small and built for nothing, but yours.” She suppressed a shudder, as her eyes raked over his body. “Even in your furs, anyone can see you are strong and capable. A real man, worthy of his title as the greatest swordsman in the land.”

“I am no such thing,” Jon said immediately. “I am only a man, mortal just like Joffrey.”

“Mayhaps,” she said firmly. “But you are ten times the man he ever was. You are the best person I have ever met, Jon Snow. And that is fact.” 

“Sansa, I believe you’ve had one too many tonight. We should retire.” 

“No!” She stood up on her feet and reveled in silent triumph when she found herself steady enough to stand. “You have to understand and I’m not done. Sit down, Jon.” 

“I am,” he said, but there was a soft smile on his lips, so sweet and so devoted it scared her in a way she had never felt before. Sansa could dwell on it, dissect it and ruminate on why it was that someone she trusted so wholly, so irrevocably with her life and that of her kin could terrify her so, but now was not the time. He would soon leave her to fight a war she could not participate in and she must make him see himself the way she sees him. 

“Joffrey was a monster,” Sansa told him. She walked over to where he was and none-too-gracefully sat down beside him. Immediately her fingers carded through Ghost’s fur. He was so warm, so big and powerful; it made her ache for her gentle, graceful Lady. “He killed her. It was his fault.” 

“Who did he kill, Sansa?” Jon’s hand wrapped around one of hers and pulled it away from Ghost’s. He squeezed gently. 

“Lady,” she choked out, cursing the unbidden tears falling down her cheeks. “It was his fault, but I was so blind, so stupid and naive, I blamed Arya.” Her chest heaved, each breath an anguishing tear of her heart. “Jon, I don’t remember what I last said to our sister. What if I –” 

He pulled her into his arms, cradling her so her head would fit perfectly in the crook of his neck. She felt him kiss her hair. “Arya knows you love her. She does. Wherever she is, she will not doubt that.” 

“How do you know?” Sansa asked. “How can you know that?” 

“Because Arya loves us and she’ll find her way home to us one day.” 

Even she could hear the doubt in Jon’s words, but it was all they had to live on these days. Wherever Bran and Arya were, Sansa had to have hope. If she could find Jon, she could find them too. 

“Your heart,” she eventually said once she caught her breath. Sansa pulled back so she could better look at him. She placed her hand over his chest, feeling the speeding pulse of his heartbeat and finding hers matched his pace almost in perfect sync. “Joffrey had none, but you have so much.” His hand wrapped around where she had her hand. “And I fear it is your heart that will get you killed, Jon.” 

“But I have you,” he said, smiling fondly. “You said it yourself. I’m smarter with you by my side.” 

Sansa smiled in turn and shifted her body so she could lean her head against his shoulder. “So you are listening.” 

Jon wrapped his arm around her. “I may not right away and I may be stubborn about it, but I will always listen to you.”

“Good, then we may survive this yet.” 

Your Color

Word Count: 5701

Summary: Bucky thought he finally found the one but it turned out to be your sister. And being the big sister you are, you went to talk the bastard who played with your sister’s feelings. Unbeknownst to him, you are his superior in the army and is more than prepared in giving him a hard time. 

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x bamf!reader

Warning: Language that Cap doesn’t approve of. Extremely long. Probably going to have a part 2. 40s!Bucky is not my specialty. Tell me if you want more oneshots or not please. This is a Soulmate Au where everyone has two different eye colors, one of their own and one is their soulmate’s. Once they meet each other, the eyes revert back to their own color. (bucky has brown eyes in this fic) ([Y/N/N] means your nickname)

PART TWO

Masterlist

Originally posted by stallingdemons

“You know, Buck. When my Ma and Pa first met, their eyes changed instantly.” Steve shrugged as he murmured his words. 

“I know that, Steve. It’s kind of hard to forget when you mention it every single time I’m with Nancy.” Bucky sassed as he leaned back to his seat in the booth. It was the same diner where he and Nancy first met. It became their agreed on place to meet. The first time they saw each other, it was a sight. They both had one brown and one [Y/E/C]; it was a perfect match.

“You’ve been together for more than a week, Buck. And your eyes hasn’t change a single shade.” Steve tried to knock some sense into Bucky’s head. He has been trying to for a while now. He was there when Nancy and Bucky met. 

“I’m aware. But my folks, it took 2 days, Steve. Two whole days.” Bucky, unlike his friends, still held on to the slither of hope that Steve was just being impatient.

“It’s been 10 days, Bucky. I don’t think she’s the one,” Steve lowly murmured. Bucky opened his mouth to answer but whatever he was supposed to say faded away. He took a deep breath. He knew, deep down, that Steve had a point. “You think I haven’t been counting?“ 

“You’re going to be drafted in a few days.“ 

“Are you really going to let her think you’re soulmates and make her wait for you until you come back to tell her the truth?” That sentence made his chest tighten. 

“No.” Bucky knew exactly what he had to do, no matter how hard it was, he had to do it. It was unfair to Nancy and he knew that. All he wanted was to meet his soulmate before he gets shipped to England. That was his only wish and that was enough to blind him on obvious facts. That Nancy [Y/L/N] isn’t his soulmate. He had to set things straight, even if he had to hurt the woman who has done nothing but want to meet her soulmate but met someone like him instead.


“Oh, you should meet him, [Y/N]!“ 

Nancy twirled around in her dress as she removed the curlers in her hair. There were clear happiness in her eyes and [Y/N] couldn’t help but smile at her sister. Nancy was such a hopeless romantic, the state of the war not affecting her carefree personality one bit. [Y/N] sat on the bed and grinned at her little sister. Nancy sat beside [Y/N] then placed her head on her older sister’s shoulder. “He’s amazing! He’s funny! He so gentlemanly and very suitable for the war! He has a rank too!“ 

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anonymous asked:

What is your opinion on your character's views in tonight's episode of The fosters?

i already posted something on twitter but i’ll post it here as well:
“in regards to tonight’s episode, i would just like to make it known and clear that aaron and i hold completely different viewpoints on free/hate speech. i will never stand by people who are racist, homophobic, transphobic, sexist, ableist, or nazis/white supremacists in general. i will do everything in my power to block/fight/stop that kind of violent hate speech and protect those who are marginalized. it is my duty as an extremely privileged person to get involved and you can as well. we cannot remain silent. speak up, go to rallies/protests, cop watch, make your voice heard in whatever way you can and i will always be here to support your love and acceptance. ”

Out of Step

Fandom Writing Challenge | blissfulcastiel
Prompt: Marching Band
Pairings: Destiel
Tags: high school au, marching band, enemies, enemies to friends drummer!dean, color guard!castiel
AO3 Beta-ed by @adoringjensen <3

“Everyone reset back to set one. Come on, move with purpose! We haven’t got all day!” Crowley bellows into his megaphone from the top of the scaffolding tower.

Jesus Christ.

Every year, Dean hides that stupid thing but Crowley always seems to find it. Looks like he’ll just have to go for the batteries.

“Dean, can you please take one for the team and ask for a water break?” Jo pants beside him as they hustle back to set one.

“Yeah, we’re dying here, Winchester,” Charlie agrees as she jogs up beside them.

Dean sighs dramatically. “Why does it have to be me?”

“Because Crowley has a soft spot for you,” Jo says with a smirk.

He rolls his eyes. “That’s not true.”

“Sorry brother, but it is,” Benny calls, already in position on his dot about five yards from them. Dean groans, scrubbing a hand down his face where droplets of sweat are beading on the surface.

“Fine.”

Jo and Charlie share a conspiring smile before racing ahead to their dots. Dean slows down, hovering around the fifty yard line where The Tower is set up. It stands twelve feet tall, with Crowley barely adding any height on the highest platform. Chuck sits silently, as usual, on the lower platform which is just above head level. Maybe Dean can get away with asking Chuck instead.

“Uh, hey Chuck? It’s been about two hours since our last water break. Think we can take five minutes after this run?”

Chuck glances down at Dean, looking frantic at the question. God, after four years of being in this band, Dean still has no idea how this guy is even the director.

“Winchester!”

Fuck.

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it's a sign of the times; 478 words

Harry wakes to lips at his collarbone, not quite kissing, just lightly pressing against his skin.

“Someone’s up early.”

Harry feels Louis’s lips turn up into a smile. “I had a dream about you.” A real, smacking kiss lands on Harry’s chest. “Guess my body couldn’t wait to see you.”

Harry hums, pleased, and looks down at Louis. Louis meets his gaze, his blue eyes puffy from sleep, but still sparkling with fondness. Harry gives him a soft good morning peck.

“What was your dream about?” Harry asks, raising his right hand to bury his fingers in Louis’s soft, ruffled hair. Louis lays his head back down, letting out a contented breath at Harry’s touch.

“We were dancing,” he murmurs, “To Sign of the Times. You were a much better dancer in the dream than you are in real life, though.”

Harry chuckles. Louis is oh so sweet, but always up for teasing Harry a bit. They both fall silent for a few moments, basking in each other and the stillness of the morning.

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All my Victuuri wedding headcanons

Because season 2 is gonna come out and ruin this anyway:

-They get married in Hasetsu the spring after Victor retires, it’s a pretty small, friends and family type event

-Phichit officiates/is Yuuri’s best man/acts as unofficial wedding photographer (”Yuuri, I switched to the 7s because it has the best camera and I have 32 gigs of space I am PREPARED”)

-The fic “One night to blow” is literally how the night before the wedding goes and you straight up can’t tell me differently.

-Everyone coming from out of town stays at Yu-topia

-They get married outside in the late morning as the cherry blossoms are falling

-Phichit leads the parties out separately (with the help of the triplets via cellphone, walkie-talkie style) and has Victor turn away and covers Yuuri’s eyes while they’re approaching so the grooms can do First Looks

-They’re both stunned silent when they see each other and just stand there smiling for a long second, before Phichit pops up behind them as says “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of our two good friends, Yuuri and Victor. But first, the selfie that will break the internet!” *snaps a selfie with the grooms and the wedding party in the background.*

-Yurio tears up

-Yakov REALLY tears up (”Vitya, somehow that boy still wants to marry you and I’m just so happy”)

-Makkachin is the ring bearer

-First pair skate instead of first dance

-At the reception back at the inn, Yurio tells Mama Katsuki about his Grandpa’s Katsudon Piroshki. She asks for the recipe and later adds it to the inn’s menu, thinking it’s a wonderful symbolic meeting of Russian and Japanese cultures. It becomes a local favorite.

confidence boost

Words: 1863
Stuart Twombly x reader
The Internship
Warnings: Swearing, lap dances, nakedness (no smut) 

“I don’t think this is a dance club” I say turning to the team. 
“well I was rocking cantonese he was rocking mandarin something clearly got confused in the middle but I say its a blessing in disguise” Billy exclaims. Just then a girl, a naked girl at that, comes strolling over. 
“show you to your table?” she flirts with the guys running her hand along their chests and she walks down the line. She stops at Stuart. Nick tilts his head up and says something I can’t hear. His eyes nearly pop out of his head. She takes his finger and slips it into her mouth then takes his hand and leads him to a table, Yo-Yo and Lyle follow eagerly. I look at Neha. We stop for a second feeling awkward. 

“you guys ok?” Nick asks concerned. I bite my lip. 
“I mean, I don’t know about you” Neha pauses looking at me. “But i’ve only read about this stuff okay? Fanfiction and hentai you know?” she exclaims. I nod my head in agreement. I turn away as they get into a speech about how amazing we are. I stare at Stuart as he stares at all the naked women. I grit my teeth and turn back to the conversation. 

“let’s get fucked up” I yell. 
“that’s the spirit” Nick shouts in reply. We head to the table just as shots are being placed. I immediately reach for one. We spend a moment trying to get Yo-Yo to have one and when he does we all cheer. Another woman comes up to our table and this time reaches for my hand. I raise my eyebrow and she smirks pulling me up. I look at Neha panicked. She just hollers and smacks my butt as I shuffle past. I take a short glance at Stuart and his eyes are trained on my butt. I smile a little. 

The woman takes me into a back room and tells me to change into an outfit.

I do so and look in the mirror. I feel and look extremely sexy. She knocks and I shout that I’m ready. She fluffs my already curly hair and adds a little makeup. I look hot. She takes my hand and leads me back outside. The boys and Neha are still sitting at the table, not drunk enough to venture away yet. Neha is first to spot me and her jaw drops. The boys, who are all faced away from me turn and look to see what she’s looking at. Their jaws literally drop to the floor. I make my way up the steps and sit next to Neha. 

“damn girl, you’re hot” She mutters. The boys nod, some more eagerly than others. I take a swig of the beer the guys had bought me. I see Stuarts gaze last a little longer on me. 

“anyone wanna dance?” I ask standing up. Stuart’s eyes rake up my legs and to my face, gulping and nodding. I don’t see the others nod but I hear them walking behind us. We get up onto a small square dance floor and start dancing to whatever is playing. I have my back to Neha as she has hers on mine and we simultaneously slut drop. I bite my lip as Stuart raises his eyebrows. I pop back up and the song changes to a really dirty one. I grab hold of Stuarts neck and start grinding on him, rolling my body into his. I hear the team holler and a few other people joining in on it. His hands grip my waist not daring to go lower. I roll my eyes and push his hands down to my butt. He instantly starts squeezing. He looks at me with heavily eyelids and I’m sure mine are the same. Drunk on alcohol and each other. He leans down to my ear. 

“where did this side of you come from?” he whispers nipping at my ear. I lean my head to the side giving him more access. My eyes are closed and I open them slightly to see everyone had left to go elsewhere. I spot Neha and she smirks at me giving me a wink. I blush. 

“I guess you bring it out of me” I flirt back fisting his hair in my hands. He audibly moans and brings his lips to mine. We make out for a while before we decide to head back to the table. I take note of all the actual strippers around the club giving lap dances. I smirk and when Stuart sits down, I take a quick shot and straddle his lap. His eyes go wide. 

“what are you doing?” he stutters.  I take a hold of his neck again and grind down on his lap. He moans. “do that again” he whimpers. 
“I could do this all night baby” I whisper flirtatiously in his ear. His hands fly to my butt and I start grind and rolling my body onto his. He groans and suddenly Billy shows up next to us taking multiple pictures. 
“exchangeagram moment right there” he yells high fiving Stuart. I blush but keep going. He starts gripping my hip a little tighter so I bend down to his ear. 

“you gonna cum stewie? in front of all these people, I haven’t even touched you, cum for me” I giggle cupping his cheek and pushing my lips against his. His grip gets almost unbearable but I’m to focused to bother. His body slightly shakes underneath me as he presses hot kisses to my neck. Nobody seems to notice what’s happening around us, probably because we are in a strip club, surrounded by other lap dances. 

Stuarts glasses are slightly bent on his face and I giggle while pushing them back to their place. His face is flushed and he looks up at me silently. 
“I’m so embarrassed that, that just happened” he blushes covering his face. 
“I’m not” I say. He raises his eyebrows. “maybe we can do it again some time, in the near future, minus the alcohol and clothes” I say cupping his cheek. He runs his hands over my hand. He stares at me for a second then jumps forward pressing his lips to mine. 
“I think I love you” he smirks. I push his shoulder. 
“ditto” I grin. I stand up and we carry on with the night, actually spending time with the team. I blush at first when they all make innuendos and comments about my attire and actions. Neha high fives me when nobody is looking.

The night takes a turn when some guy decides to mark territory on Marielena, causing a fight to break out between the guys and his friends. We got escorted out of the club, after inquiring about my clothes from the girl who helped me, she tells me to keep the lingerie. 
“your boyfriend seemed to enjoy it” she giggles pointing at him. I turn to look at Stuart and he looks away quickly. I laugh. “he’s cute, hold on to him” she winks strutting away. I forget about my clothes, grinning to myself and join the others. We head to a lovely hill looking over the entire city. Stuart hands me his button down shirt and I take it gratefully, buttoning it up and sitting on a bench next to neha. Billy comes to talk to us, by now we’re pretty much sober again minus Lyle and Yo-Yo. I start thinking about the night and blush at my confidence. 

“you were great tonight y/n” Neha exclaims putting her hand on my bare knee. I smile but its fake, of course she notices. “oh come on! he obviously likes you, he was totally into it” 
“any guy would like all of that” I sigh running my hand through my hair. 
“As a guy, I’ve got to say I think he’s totally in love with you” Billy adds. My face brightens. 
“really?” I squeal. He nods then looks at Neha who looks slightly glum. He starts talking to her about how young and beautiful she is and I nod the whole way through it. 
“you’ll find someone Neha, you’re 21 and in college, you still have plenty of time” I reassure her placing my hand in hers. She squeezes mine and we have a group hug. 

Back at HQ we quickly programme our app then retreat home. Instead of going back to our room with Neha I follow Stuart. We enter his makeshift apartment, similar to my own. I awkwardly stand near the front door while he kicks his shoes off. 
“you can sit down” he points out giggling. I nod. 
“right, yeah” I exclaim sitting down on his couch. Its silent for a while.
“you know we need to talk about tonight” Stuart whispers. I nod and look down. 
“I know” I whisper then cough. “you can just say it… I know how much we drank and I don’t expect anything to come from this” I say pointedly. 
“look at me” he sighs. I keep my head down. “I said look at me” he says more demandingly, while pulling my small frame to straddle his own, much like we had done earlier. I yelp. 
“I don’t want to forget about tonight. I can honestly say it was the best night of my life. I mean the lap dances and making out was great, well… amazing” he pauses taking my hand as I blush. “but the fact that you were the one doing it, means so much more” he finishes. I finally look up at him, his eyes show nothing but the truth. 
“so what does this make us?” I whisper. 
“I was hoping I could take you on a real date, with less alcohol and maybe in the end less clothes” he smirks repeating what I had said to him earlier. I blush covering my face. He laughs loudly pulling my hands away and intertwining them in his own. He pecks my nose and I scrunch it up. 

“come on” he chirps patting my butt. “we need sleep” he says. I groan. 
“I have to walk alllllll the way back to my apartment, in underwear” I whine. He lifts me up and I squeal wrapping my legs around his waist. 
“no you don’t just stay here, you’re all comfy in my shirt just sleep here, borrow clothes when we wake up and go to HQ.” he says like its the most simplest thing on earth. And it is after I see the look on his hopeful face. I peck his lips and nod, leaning my head against his shoulder. 
“ok” I mutter. He carries me to his bedroom, gently putting me into the bed and sliding in next to me. 
“see you in a couple of hours beautiful” he mumbles, resting his head in the crook of my neck placing a wet kiss there and wrapping his strong arms around my waist pulling me back into him. 
“I made you cum” I giggle. He gently bites my neck and I yelp in surprise. 
“SLEEP” he demands jokingly. I stay silent snuggling into his warmth.