eye brows are in desperate need of doing!

Without you.

Hii, Here is part 2 to ‘Give me a Break.“ I got so many great responses to it and I cant thank you enough. I hope you enjoy it.xxx

During the first week without him Y/N was alright. She busied herself with working and cleaning up the house and doing everything to take her mind off the fact that something was missing.
Or someone.

During the first week without her Harry was heartbroken. Just like every time he was away from her. It was worse this time though. He didn’t talk to her. And he had no idea where they were standing right now.
And he missed her.

During the second week without him it finally sunk in that he wasn’t there. Y/N finally realized what ‘taking a break’ really meant. It meant radio silence. Nothing. Nothing but her mind wandering to him and what happened. And how everything was so messed up.
And that was when she understood Harry’s doubts.

During the second week without her he got used to the empty feeling inside his heart. He got used to the sleepless nights and mornings filled with tears. He didn’t eat properly anymore. He hadn’t smiled ever since he left her standing in their foyer. He felt like he wasn’t able to breath. Like his lungs would collapse anytime.

When the day of his departure finally came he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to see her before he left for two weeks. He wanted a good luck kiss from her or else he was sure he would mess up SNL.
But when his finger hovered over the call button he hesitated. What if she didn’t want to talk to him? What if she didn’t want to see him?
He was scared.
No, terrified.
But he had to talk to her. He couldn’t take another second without hearing her voice.
So he took a deep breath and called her. And he waited. And waited. With ever beep his heart sunk lower and lower. Until finally it shattered when a female voice told him he could leave a message.
He tossed the phone onto the bed and gasped for air. Tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. Whimpers and silent sobs wrecked his body.
This can’t be happening.
She can’t be serious.
And again he began to doubt everything.

Two hours later his phone rang. When he saw her photo on his screen he closed his eyes for a second before he lifted his phone to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Harry, oh my goodness. I’m so sorry I didn’t pick up earlier but I took a nap and I didn’t hear my phone ringing. I’m sorry. Please tell me you didn’t leave yet.”
His eyes closed again when he finally heard her voice again.
“I haven’t.”
“Alright. Okay. Then I’ll come over. You want me to come over, right? Or maybe you just called to let me know you’re leaving and you don’t even want to see me. God, I want to see you, Harry. Or even worse you called to-”
“Love. I want to see you. Or course I do.” he chuckled quietly.
“You do?”
“More than anything.”
“You don’t hate me?”
“I told you I could never hate you.”
“Okay. That’s good, because I don’t hate you either. I actually love you and-” she stopped talking abruptly.
“And?”
“And I’m rambling.” she sighed out.
Harry chuckled and for the first time in weeks he smiled again. Because of her. Because she made him smile during the worst times.
“You want to come over now?”
“Yes. Of course. I’ll be twenty minutes tops. See you!”
“Drive safely.”
And with that they hung up.
He noticed that his hands were shaking and his face was burning up. Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes until he saw her again. God, he missed her.
He went into the bathroom and studied himself in the mirror. He had a bit of peach fuzz going on above his lips and around his jawline but he knew she liked that. His hair was messy but not too messy. He filled his hands with cold water and spritzt it onto his face to make sure he looked a bit more fresh.
He was wearing the yellow and black pullover from Gucci which Y/N absolutely loved. His legs were covered by black skinny jeans like always. On his fingers sat all the rings Y/N loved.
And she loved him.

Y/N was shaking too when she placed her phone down, her breathing heavier than usual.
She went into the bathroom to check her appearance. Her hair was straightened and framing her face nicely. Her makeup was natural but complimented every feature perfectly. She was wearing a dark blue V-neck pullover and around her neck she wore the golden necklace Harry gave her on their one year anniversary. Her legs were covered by blue ripped jeans and she knew Harry loved them.
But did he lover her?

When she finally arrived at Gemma’s house she was more nervous than ever. She didn’t know what would happen now. If she would only walk in, wish him good luck and then leave again. The worst was that she didn’t have a lot of time. Only an hour before she would have to leave in order to be on time for her dinner plans.
She took a deep breath before she got out of her car and made her way to the front door. She lifted her shaking hand and rung the doorbell. A few seconds later she heard footsteps making their way to the door. And then he opened it.
And he stood there in all his glory, looking even more handsome than ever. A soft smile grazed his lips and she heard him release the breath he was holding.
“Hello, lo-”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence because Y/N threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him tightly. She heard his surprised gasp and prayed he wouldn’t push her away, but he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. He only pulled her closer and nuzzled his face into her neck.
She smelled his familiar scent and tears sprung to her eyes immediately. His pillow lost his scent long ago and she missed it.
She smelled just like he remembered as well. Fresh and girly and so like home.
They stood like that for a few moments before Y/N pulled away and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Sorry, didn’t mean to jump on you like that. Just really missed you.”
Harry closed the door behind her and took hold of one of her hands.
“I missed you, too.”
Their eyes met and they both felt their hearts breaking all over again when they saw each others sadness.
Harry wrapped her in a tight hug again, his hands rubbing over her back in the way he knew she liked.
“You look very beautiful, my love.” he whispered into her neck.
“You look very handsome as well, Harry.” she replied and pulled back a bit so she could look at him.
Harry reached up to cup her cheek and stroked over her cheek gently.
“I cooked dinner. My legendary chicken that you love so much.” he smiled softly.
“I’d love to stay for dinner, but I can’t. I already made plans with someone.”
Y/N watched with horror as Harry’s face fell immediately and his hand dropped from her cheek. He took a step back and scratched his head awkwardly.
“A-Alright. Uhm, well-”
“Harry? Did I say something wrong?” she panicked, her hand reaching out for him but he took another step back.
“No. Everything’s okay.”
“Is… Is it because I said I made plans with someone?”
He looked at the floor, his fingers nervously playing with his rings. She sighed and shook her head.
“I made plans with someone new from work. His name is Tim and he needs some information and we thought it would be nice to do all that stuff over dinner.”
His eyes closed briefly when he heard his name.
Tim.
Y/N sighed again, closed the gap between them and threaded her fingers through his.
“This is a business dinner, Harry. Not a date. I don’t go on dates with anyone but if I would want to I’d only go with you. Tim is nice and we get along and he needs a bit of help. That’s all.”
“Do you like him?”
“I don’t know him so there’s nothing to like or dislike.”
“Do you want to get to know him?”
“Harry!” she exclaimed frustrated.
“What?!”
“I told you it’s a business dinner. You have nothing to worry about, alright? Believe me, I would love to stay here and eat dinner with you. But I don’t think that’s exactly what we should do during our break and I can’t just ditch Tim.”
His eyes snapped to hers and his brows furrowed.
“You think we can’t spend a evening together just because we’re on a break?”
Her eyes closed briefly and she sighed. She looked up at him again and lifted the hand that wasn’t holding his to his cheek.
“We said we needed space, remember? I don’t want to mess anything up just because we’re desperately missing each other.”
You said we needed space, not me.” Harry mumbled.
“Harry.” she all but pleaded and Harry sighed and nodded.
“So you don’t have that much time, hm?”
“No.”
“Well, at least you came. Wasn’t sure you’d want to.”
“Of course I wanted to. I missed you like crazy.”
The both stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before Harry sighed and leaned his forehead against hers.
“What are we doing, love?” he asked in a whisper.
“Let’s not talk about it now, yeah? We’ll do that when you’re back and we’ll have time.”
“Okay.”
Y/N reached her arms up again and wrapped them around his neck, pressing a tiny kiss right behind his ear.
“I’m scared, H.”
“Me too, love.”
They pulled back and both sighed.
“I think it’s better when I’ll leave now.” she whispered after a few seconds.
Harry wanted to shake his head and hold her so she couldn’t leave. He wanted her to stay with him and not go out with another man. She was his after all.
But he nodded anyway. Because it was for the better.
“Promise me to take care, yeah? And don’t go out without at least one bodyguard, you know how crazy the fans in New York are.”
“I promise.” he smiled weakly.
“And promise not to forget about me.” she whimpered and Harry was shocked to see tears falling from her eyes.
“Love, I could never forget about you. I love you so much.”
And now they were both crying.
“I love you too.”
“God, we never cry this much when I have to leave.” Harry chuckled.
Y/N giggled softly wiped her constantly falling tears away.
“You can still call me anytime you need to, okay? I’m never too busy and I don’t care about time zones.”
“Same goes to you.” she nodded.
“Can I get a good luck kiss? Or else I think I’ll mess up.”
She laughed softly and leaned up to press her lips to his. Harry moaned quietly at the contact and pulled her closer. She melted against him like she always does and opened her mouth so Harry could deepen the kiss, but only for a moment before he pulled away to breath. He held her in place with his hand in her hair so she wouldn’t pull away and pressed countless soft kisses against her mouth. He wasn’t ready to let go yet.
“Harry…”
“I’m gonna…”
“Be late.” she finally finished with a laugh when she pulled away enough that his lips didn’t touch hers anymore.
“Don’t care. That Tom guy can wait.”
“Tim.”
“Even if his name was Gustav, Rudolph or Theodor I wouldn’t care.”
Y/N kissed him through her smile and pulled him closer. She wasn’t ready to let go either.
“I really have to go now.”
He sighed, nodded and kissed her again.
“You’ll kick ass in New York, alright?”
He chuckled and nodded.
“I’ll try.”
They kissed again and again until she really had to leave or else she would definitely make Tim wait.
“You know that I love you, right?” he asked just before she exited the house.
“I do. I love you, too. We’ll get through this.” she smiled at him.
“Promise?”
“Pinky promise.” she nodded and slung her pinky around his.
“Bye.” he whispered.
“Bye. And let me know when you’ve landed, yeah?”
“I will.”
And after another kiss she left the house.

She made it to the restaurant right on time but Tim was sitting at the table already. She made her way through the room until she reached him and he stood up when he saw her.
“Hey.” he breathed and kissed her cheek.
“Hi, I’m sorry you had to wait. And I’m sorry that my outfit is so casual but I was a bit distracted earlier.” she blushed.
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” she nodded and sat down on her chair.

She made it through dinner without thinking about Harry every second. She was actually able to let go for a bit and enjoy it. Tim was fun and made her laugh a lot which she really needed for a change.
She decided that she liked him, he worked hard and was very interested in all the things she brought for him and he was also relaxed and cool. And she would be lying if she said she didn’t find him attractive.
If she didn’t knew Harry, she thought, she might go out with him again. But she knew Harry, and was his girlfriend. And she knew that no one could ever compare.
When they left the restaurant Tim insisted to walk her to her car just to know she was safe. The still laughed and giggled and the atmosphere around them was light.
“I really enjoyed dinner with you, I really needed some fun.” she smiled at him when they reached her car.
“Anytime.”
And something about the was he looked at her and smiled should have let her know that they weren’t on the same page.
He leaned in and Y/N thought he’ll only kiss her cheek but when she felt his lips brush hers her eyes widened.

Tease

Pairing: Daryl x Reader

Word Count: 2325

Warnings: It’s smut. It’s just pure smut.

Notes: I don’t have any. I enjoyed writing this. A lot. You’re welcome for the gif, btw. I hope you all like it, you dirty birdies ;) xox



Lying back comfortably on Daryl’s mattress, you watched him dress like a hawk stalking its prey. His muscles flexed deliciously as he pulled on his shirt. God, he was sexy. Naked Daryl was one of your favourite things but, you had to admit, he looked damn good clothed too. Glancing over at you, he smirked as he buttoned himself up.

“Can I help you with somethin’?”

“Oh I can think of something you can help me with,” you purred, heat pooling at your core at the mere thought of having the handsome archer between your thighs again.

“God, woman,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re insatiable. Guy needs a break sometimes.”

He sauntered over to the bed and you crawled seductively towards him. Kneeling up on the bed, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and his hands gripped your ass tightly.

“But you just had one,” you pouted, pressing soft kisses against the sensitive spot behind his ear, earning you a soft moan from your boyfriend.

“Gettin’ dressed is a break now?” Another delicious moan escaped him as your hands snaked down his chest to his growing bulge. “Speakin’ of..,” He lifted a brow and chuckled, squeezing your rump one last time before letting you go, leaving you hot and frustrated. “Rick’s waitin’ for us. Get dressed and meet me at the gate. Don’t take too long, girl.”

Winking, he closed the door behind him and you glared at it. So that’s how he wanted to play this, huh? That was just fine by you. You were gonna make sure he regretted it.


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There’s Someone Else...

Ok so I don’t write fan fic very much or ever really, but I wrote this. 

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It happened again.

Supergirl saved Lena Luthor’s life.

They were both beginning to lose count as to how many times since Lena had moved to National City. Supergirl caught Lena as she was falling, and gently flew her back up to the safety of the Lena’s L Corp office balcony.

Lena looked relieved, and shyly smiled at Supergirl, shaking her head.

“Thanks Supergirl, I sometimes think the world is trying to tell me something, but then here you are, to save me from my family, again.”

As she walked to her desk, Supergirl followed.

Underneath the S and the cape, it was getting harder for Kara to keep it all professional. She just wanted to hold Lena close and tell her that she would never let anything happen to her.

“It’s alright Lena, it’s… what I’m here for.” she said softly.

Supergirl stepped closer to Lena, staring into her green eyes, wrapping one hand around her waist.

Lena stood still has Supergirl leaned into kiss her. Lena turned her head, and looked down.

“I can’t.” Lena whispered, before looking back up into the wounded blue eyes of the super hero.

“There’s someone else.”

Supergirl froze, not sure what to do, realizing her mistake and  wanting something to call her attention to somewhere else.

“You’re ok now, I should go.” she stammered out slowly backing away.

“Wait!” called Lena.

“You, don’t need to explain.” Supergirl said desperately, shaking her head, wanting to end the embarrassment.

“But I do”  Lena said calmly,  taking her hand. Supergirl stood there confused with a furrowed brow, as Lena came closer to her with something in her hand.

“Close your eyes.” whispered Lena wrapped as she wrapped her arms around the confused blonde’s neck and into her hair. The smell of Lena’s perfume was like a spell, She then realized that Lena was pulling her hair into a ponytail, followed by a pair of reading glasses on her face.

Lena stepped back, smiling, proud of her work, as Supergirl opened her eyes.

“Kara Danvers, my–” is all she got out before Kara pulled Lena to her and kissed her deeply.

Memories

*Philip Hamilton x Reader
*Modern
*Word count: 2121

Summary: You somehow find a diary/journal of your old self and read through the contents of how you met your soulmate centuries ago.

Request: SOULMATE AU WITH PHILIP PLSS - @pearltheartist

A/N: Okay I had so much fun writing this and I hope you guys enjoy reading it and please send in more requests because I’m sick and noT going to school today k bye

And anything that’s italicized is memories/journal entries

Warnings: EXTREME FLUFF (idk someone might not like that???)

Originally posted by fuckyeahanthonyramos


“Nana, why do I have to go clean out your attic? Why can’t Liam do it?” You groaned, mentioning your brother as you climbed up the old stairs that led to your grandmother’s attic. “Because dear,” she called out, watching you climb up the stairs, “there may be some treasures up there that you might like.”

You looked down at her with furrowed brows, pursing your lips in question at her statement. She simply shrugged and wandered off, muttering something about making cookies for Liam and your grandfather.

Sighing, you opened the wooden door and pushed yourself up, letting out a low grunt as you did so. “I really need to start working out again,” you muttered, shaking your head as you looked around the old attic. The attic contained boxes upon boxes that probably contained items that hadn’t been used for years, along with piles of dust everywhere.

Running a hand through your hair, you nibbled on your bottom lip, not exactly sure where to start. “What on earth did nana think I’d find up here that I would love so much?” You wondered outloud to yourself, “all I see is boxes full of useless junk.”

“Stop complaining, Y/n.” You lectured, “nana sent you up here for a reason, obviously.”

When you finally decided to get to work, you grabbed the first box you saw, setting it down gently and opening the old box, coughing as dust flew everywhere, waving your hand in the air to blow it away. “Okay,” you breathed, beginning to rummage through the box and finding nothing of importance.

This continued for over an hour and you were to head back downstairs to complain to your grandmother, when something in the box you were currently looking through caught your eye. A black leather journal that looked like it was going to fall apart any minute now.

You slowly reached down to grab it, gently picking it up in fear that it would break if you tried to do anything else with it. Once you opened to a random page, your eyes narrowed as you recognized the familiar handwriting. It looked like your handwriting.

February third, 1795.
Dear diary,
Today me and my parents went to the Hamilton estate, something about me meeting my betrothed, which makes me uncomfortable at the mere thought of being forced to marry someone I didn’t love, especially if he wasn’t my soulmate. But, what can I do? I’m just a child, and a woman at that, I didn’t get any say in the matter at all. Mother didn’t look too happy either, muttering the entire way there about how “I shouldn’t be forced to live through what she did.” Whereas father was claiming it’d be good for both of our families if I married young Philip Hamilton when we were both eighteen years of age. I have indeed heard of the Hamilton’s before, but I have never met them. Mr. Hamilton was known for his over-the-top personality whereas Mrs. Hamilton was known for her soft and sweet nature. I knew nothing of Philip Hamilton, though. I do hope he is as great as my father says he is. We have arrived at their estate, I’ll update you later.
Sincerely,
Y/n Y/l/n

Your eyes widened, nibbling on your bottom lip as you reread the journal entry over and over again. What made you more suspicious was that this girl had the same name as you. You somehow found yourself wanting to know what happened next, so you kept on reading:

Dear diary,
We have just gotten home and I’m very tired, yet I remembered I promised to update you on everything that happened before I went to visit the Hamilton family. I’ll tell you everything from start to finish. First, we were greeted by a maid, she was a nice young lady, yet she looked to be around my age, which made me feel unpleasant at the thought of these people forcing young girls to work. But nevertheless, I didn’t complain and allowed the girl to lead me and my parents to the parlor, where she said the family awaited us. Once we reached the parlor, she simply announced our names and curtsied, leaving right after. I remember feeling nervous as I came to see Mr. Hamilton staring at me with a straight face, but Mrs. Hamilton’s sweet smile made me feel comfortable after. “Mr and Mrs. Hamilton, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I found myself saying, curtsying just like mother had taught me to do. “Please dear, call me Eliza.” I remember nodding, letting a short smile appear on my features before it disappeared right after. “Well, I suppose you must be here to meet our son. Philip, come here!” Mr. Hamilton called out, motioning for a young boy around my age to come downstairs. Once he did so, I felt my eyes widen as my mouth dropped into a slight ‘o’ at the sight of the boy. He was absolutely magnificent. I then remembered how unladylike my actions were and curtsied once more, “Y/n Y/l/n, pleasure to meet you.” I remember the boyish grin that appeared on his freckled face as he leaned down to kiss my hand gently. “Philip Hamilton, the pleasure is all mine, Ms. Y/n.” I don’t think anyone could ever understand how absolutely helpless I felt when he did that. I don’t think I can describe the smiles on our mother’s faces as they watched our actions. It was absolutely amazing. Well, I do fear that I’m starting to doze off… Until tomorrow
Sincerely,
Y/n y/f/n

You were definitely gaping at the old journal now, everything seemed so similar, from the handwriting down to your name. You had the exact same name. Now, you were never one to believe in soulmates or reincarnation like your nana did, but this had seemed very suspicious.

“Dear? Did you find anything?” You heard nana call out, making you shake yourself out of your trance and call back, “yes nana, I did. I’m coming down now.” You gripped the journal tightly as you walked down the old ladder, closing the attic door behind you as you turned to your grandmother. “Well?” She asked expectantly, making you smile and show her the journal. Your grandmother’s eyes brightened as she gently took the journal from your hands and admired it, “I… recognize this…” She whispered breathlessly as she took in the sight of the old journal.

“The lady has the same handwriting and name as me, nana. Isn’t that strange?” Your grandmother nodded slightly, a breathless smile appearing on her lips as she opened the pages and flipped through them, letting out a soft sigh at the sight of ripped pages.

She eventually handed the journal back to you, leading you towards grandfather’s study. “Dear, you do know about soulmates, correct?” You sighed, slowly nodding your head. “Nana, you know I don’t believe in-” Your grandmother shushed you, cradling you in her arms making you set the journal down on your grandfather’s messy desk.

“Just let me speak, dear.” She whispered, pulling away yet she still gripped your arms as she gave you a large smile. “You know of soulmates and reincarnation, right?” You nodded slowly, frowning in confusion as her smile grew.

“You know me and your grandfather are soul mates, yes?” You nodded, sighing softly. Your grandparents were one of the few people in the world who met each other long ago and were soulmates, reincarnating together every time they died. “Well… This young lady you are reading about, that’s you.”

Your eyes widened as you laughed, pulling away from your grandmother. “Yeah, right,” you snorted, “and Beyonce is my mom. Nana, just because you were lucky enough to meet grandpa years ago and reincarnate with him, doesn’t mean we were as well.”

Your nana rolled her eyes, scoffing. “When you were reading this journal, what entry did you read?” You frowned, “something about her meeting Philip Hamilton, I guess they were betrothed or something.” Your nana squealed softly, “and do you know anyone by the name of Philip now?”

You nodded slowly, “uh yeah, we have World History and Biology together… Oh shit.”

“Watch your language,” she lectured before shaking her head and smiling again, “dear, next time you see him, talk to him. You won’t regret it.”

Later that night, when everyone else was asleep, you found yourself reading this girl’s journal some more, reading every entry from the first page and so on until you reached the end of the journal, which came to stop in the middle of the diary. There was only one more journal entry after this one:

November twenty-third, 1801.
Dear diary,
I have never met a man more foolish than Philip Hamilton, not even his father could be more foolish than he. This man, my soulmate, my betrothed, has decided to challenge Mr. Eacker to a duel all because he insulted his father. Philip, has always been a man of honor, he was unlike any man I had ever met before. He was sweet and caring like his mother, yet would do anything to protect his father’s legacy. And to make things worse, his father encouraged it. If I weren’t a lady of high respect, I would’ve given them both a piece of my mind. Anyway, I must sleep now, I’ll write back tomorrow.
Sincerely,
Y/n Y/f/n

Your brows furrowed, your eyes were narrowed and you found yourself turning to the next page, desperately needing to know what happens next.

November twenty-fourth, 1801.
Dear diary,
Today, on the twenty-fourth, the love of my life has passed away at the hands of a dishonorable man. I watched as his mother and father screamed in aguish when he passed, I remember feeling his cold lips touch mine one more time before his closed his eyes, finally at rest. “I’ll come back for you,” I remember him promise, which had resulted in me crying, it hasn’t been the same anymore. He’s only been gone for a few hours yet for some reason, it feels like centuries. It feels like my whole entire world has turned upside down… Philip… He was my world. I couldn’t be more thankful for the six years we were able to spend together… The six years I was able to spend with my soulmate. I do hope I get to see him again soon, my heart cannot take this pain much longer.
I’m afraid this may be my last entry
Until next time,
Y/n Y/l/n

You felt tears form, wiping them away so they wouldn’t ruin the already thinning paper, and slowly closed the unfinished book, setting it down on your nightstand by your bed as you let out soft cries at the thought of never seeing him again.

Oh, I do hope I get to see him soon


The next morning, you hopped out of bed the minute you woke up, grabbing the journal as you ran and raced into the living room to find your grandmother waiting. You gently set the old notebook down and ran over to hug your grandmother, the smile never leaving your face as you did.

“I get it, nana.” You whispered as she hugged you back. “I’m going to see him again.” She pulled away from you and smiled down at your warmly, squeezing your upper-arms reassuringly. 

“Go get him, dear. I cannot wait to meet him.”


The next day, you were back in school, desperately searching around for Philip. You finally caught him talking to his group of friends, tossing his head back in laughter. For some reason, it all clicked. You received every memory of you two together and your smile grew as you felt yourself run faster and faster. 

“Philip!” You called, gaining his attention as you stopped a little bit away from him. He stopped talking to his friends and stared at you, his eyes widening as well as he took a few steps towards you, as if all of his memories were coming back as well. He opened his arms and you ran into them, wrapping your arms around his neck as his wrapped around your waist.

“Y/n…” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. You both pulled away and gazed into each other’s eyes lovingly. “It was only a matter of time, my dear.” 

Basic Training

Inspiration from a twitter convo with @rboz


Looking at herself in the mirror was a bad idea. The mottled purple and blue flesh did little to hide the swelling of one side of her face, and only served to emphasize the black eye and scrapes along her delicate features. The worst part was her lower lip, badly split from a poor attempt at dodging. She whimpered as she poked at it, wincing as fresh blood gushed forth and down her chin.  

She wondered what Gajeel would say if he saw her now; if he’d act concerned for her or tell her that she needed to be faster. She sighed as she pulled a paper towel and ran it under cold water, hissing as she dabbed the blood away. The latter was true; she did need to be faster. But she hadn’t expected an all-out assault in her first day of basic training, let alone getting her butt handed to her. She wondered if all new recruits had to suffer the same, and if they were better at avoiding the rapid-fire punches flying their way. It had been all that she could do to avoid her trainer’s brutal attacks, but with magic being forbidden in basic, there was little else she could do. Not that it had helped much.  

Even biting her tongue instead of her lip hurt. She gulped back the urge to give in to the tears, not wanting to fall into feeling sorry for herself again. That had been nearly disastrous, and it was by sheer luck that Gajeel had found her when he did. And though it had been the sprout that bloomed into love, it was glaringly obvious afterwards that she needed to try more. Of course, her training for the Games didn’t really result in combat, something that she had been secretly grateful for after seeing the competitors. But after the guild disbanded and they had joined the council, she had felt the little niggle of motivation to try again rise and fester. So much so that she begged Gajeel to start training her.  

That had resulted in a lot of resistance for his part, much to her disappointment. She couldn’t really understand why, except that it was due his insistence that he couldn’t hit a girl. Of course, she had backfired with the snarky comment that he had hit her before they actually met. The look he had shot her filled her with instant regret; it was so hurt and heartbroken. She rushed to apologize, only to have him ground out to find someone else before he turned and stormed off. After that, he didn’t show up too much, making the nights difficult for her to sleep; she couldn’t believe how stupid she had been to blurt it out.  

She always prided herself on forgiving others, no matter what. She thought that she had gotten past that, but she had been so angry with him for refusing her that she just… blurted it out, like it had festered secretly. Needless to say, she would never forgive herself for such a cruel thing.  

It seemed like he was slow to forgive her as well, making his absence more noticable with each passing day. Soon, she’d only catch glimpses of him across the cafeteria or hall, always busy or looking elsewhere. Whenever she’d call or try to catch up, he would disappear or she would be intercepted by another member. Then, the days would add up without a sight of the dragon slayer, adding another stab of hurt to her aching heart. She missed him so bad on those days, it was hard not to break down while working.  

“Stupid Gajeel…” She whimpered, grimacing till her lip pulled apart again. She hiccupped pitifully, unable to stop the tears that rolled down her face. Her shoulders curled inward in an effort to stop the sobs from escaping her, her body shaking as it ached. She inhaled deeply, holding her breath before letting it out in a shaky huff. She squinted at herself again in the mirror, and with a start, realized that her headband was missing.  

Her favorite headband that he had given her on their first day as council members.  

A choked sob broke loose, and she whipped up a fist to stifle it before she could wail. It must’ve fallen off while training, she thought as she ran her bruised fingers through her dirty hair.  

She had indeed found a trainer for basic combat training, needing it rather than wanting it to distract her from her feelings. She hadn’t expected the intensity of the training at all, being assured by Jura that it was for beginners like her. She belatedly recalled his warning regarding the course; it was hard, and few ever graduated it without visiting the hospital wing, if they were lucky. But she had been desperate, and threw herself in headfirst, and thus, here she stood, broken and battered.  

She wavered, suddenly exhausted from everything now. Sleep sounded nice, actually. Far nicer than trying to feed herself or clean up. She nodded to herself in the glass, her mind set on finding her cot to collapse in and losing conscious for a long time. She sighed, then slowly turned, wincing as her body screamed at her.  

Since it was dinner time in the chow hall, the main halls were thankfully empty, allowing her to slip through unnoticed. Which suited her fine, she could barely walk without limping or gasping at a hurt she couldn’t feel beforehand. And the rush of the crowd would’ve added to her hurts, not too many people were conscious of her to not ram her over or trample her.  

“Oi.”  

She froze, her breath caught in her throat as she recognized his voice echoing through the hall. She hadn’t heard him utter one word to her since her careless remark, and it tore at the edges of the wound in her heart, she had missed it so much. His footsteps were coming closer from behind, fast and intent on their destination. She sucked in her breath, willing herself not to cry and trying to swallow the lump that lodged itself in her throat. He had stopped behind her now, silent. She wondered if he was trying to figure what to say to her, and dreaded what it might be. Please, I’m so sorry, sorry, sorry! She wanted to cry out, but her throat closed on the words. Please!

A flash of pink flapped in front of her eyes, startling her. It was her head band, dirty and torn, with bit of her hair stuck to little clots of blood. Tentatively, she reached out to grasp it, tugging on it. Yet, he didn’t release his grip.  

“Some fucker had this tucked into his belt like a fucking badge,” he growled, and her breath hitched. “When I asked him where he got it, y'know what he said?”  

She shook her head, breathing deeply to try and calm herself.  

“He said it was from a new recruit who was stupid enough not to duck.” The anger in his voice was palpable, and she cringed, nearly whimpering when he tugged sharply on the ribbon. She could feel his hand slide gently onto her shoulder, gripping gently. “Y'know how good it felt to smash his face in?” He asked, his voice softer now. She inadvertently bit her lip, gasping when the pain flared over her lip. She didn’t resist his hand tugging her around to face him, shaking as she felt the last of her reserve crumble. Tears blinded her as she heard him inhale sharply, cursing under his breath as he cupped her swollen cheek gently.  

“On the other hand, I oughta bury the bastard,” he growled. She hiccuped, reaching out for him and grasping the edge of his jacket. Was it real? Was she dreaming? She couldn’t tell if she had fallen unconscious in the hall due to her injuries, but it sure felt like it was. His other arm was coming up to support her as she leaned towards him, sobbing softly. Then, he was lifting her up, cradling her in his arms and rushing away. She figured it was to the infirmary, but she wasn’t sure anymore and she stopped caring; he was here, talking to her and holding her. And god, it felt good to be held by him again.  

Her breath hitched as her emotions flooded over her now, more painful than her actual injuries. She curled against him, her body drinking in the warmth she desperately craved. She’d never let him go like that again, never be so cruel when he needed love, not bitterness. She slipped one arm around his neck, sobbing harder when he hugged closer, muttering oaths under his breath.  

“I’m so sorry,” she blubbered between sobs. “So, so sorry.” She heard him grunt, then sigh deeply as he nuzzled his jaw over her head gingerly.  

“Me too, shorty,” he murmured, almost too quietly. She sniffled, settling down enough to lean back and consider him, panting to catch her breath. He inclined his head to face hers, his face drawn and tired. It was enough to set her off again, and she buried her face in his neck, whimpering.  

“I thought you hated me,” she hiccuped, her hands clenching his jacket lapel tightly. Her lip tickled as blood trickled down her chin, fresh from her injury splitting open again.  

“I was pissed at first,” he admitted after a pause, his voice weary. “I didn’t wanna start something I was gonna regret, and hurt ya even more. I was tryna cool off for a couple of days before talkin to ya, but it didn’t turn out that way.” His voice was soft, regretful even. She shook her head, denying him.  

“But after all this time?” She asked, her voice small.  

“Poor as fuck timing,” he grumbled. “I tried, then we got busy. I looked for ya, but the stupid fucks in the force needed a babysitter, and then when I was freed up you got tied up.” He sighed, his breath brushing through her locks.  

“And then,” he said, his voice growing hard as she watched him. His eyes sparked with fire, and his jaw clenched. “I could smell your blood, and you weren’t around.” His eyes flashed to her wounded face, his brows furrowing as he took in each bruise. He leaned forward to gently nose her black eye, growling as she winced. “That was when I needed ya, needed to know where you were at, but instead I find the fuckface with your head band, drinking himself stupid, and I saw myself right there.”  

She choked, reaching out to hug him, desperate to right the wrong she had done, but he was shaking his head, grinning sardonically. “So, I did what I’ve wanted to do to myself for ever laying a hand on ya. Though, he deserves a fuckton worse than he got,” he said, his voice quiet.  

“I’m so sorry, Gajeel,” she whimpered.  

“Tch, you were right. But since you’re apologizin,” he murmured, leaning forward to press his lips against her forehead. “It’s my turn to be the forgivin one, eh?” He kissed her again, brushing his nose over the spot he’d kissed.  

She was frozen stiff, completely stunned by his actions. She couldn’t believe that it happened, that it was still happening as he kissed her nose. When it finally clicked in her mind that it indeed was happening, she sagged in his arms in stunned relief, just as exhausted as she had left the locker-room. But instead of sorrow, a wild happiness was blooming inside her, bright and brilliant as the sun itself.  

“After we get ya patched up, I think it’s time to start yer trainin,” he said, his voice warm and gentle. She looked up at him, confused.  

“Ah, I thought you didn-”

“I’ll handle the dodgin, Lily’ll handle the sparing,” he cut in, beating her to the punch. His brow furrowed in annoyance then. “Damn cat nearly tore my head off when I told him about you wantin to train and goin elsewhere.” He huffed, pouting so much that she giggled. And giggled.  

She was giggling so much it hurt, but it felt so good after so long that she’d be bent over howling if her body would allow it. She knew she looked like a fool, but with the release came more tears, and she couldn’t stop laughing, she was beyond happy now.  

Her laughing died down after a bit, leaving her limp in his arms, panting from the crazy roller coaster of emotions. She snuggled against his shoulder, content to let him carry her where ever. She could feel the pull of sleep tug at her senses now, so she pulled herself up enough to plant a kiss on his cheek before settling back, succumbing to the irresistible urge.  

“Sounds like a plan to me,” she murmured, letting go of the last lingering finger of consciousness.  

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Every Part of You 


Chapter 1

Her dark tangled hair was plastered to her face, sticking in strings to her damp skin as her barefeet smacked loudly against the wet pavement. The night was cold, frigid across her heavily exposed flesh as the rain seemingly pelted down harder the further she walked out of town. She almost couldn’t tell if the wetness streaming down her cheeks was the rain itself or the tears that she hadn’t stopped crying all night. Puffs of her warm breath billowed out past her lips and her arms were crossed tight over her chest as she struggled to keep her old worn handbag slung over her shoulder. The strap was ripped, the seams barely hanging on but it was the only one she owned and she carried it with her everywhere, never letting it out of her sight.

She could hear police sirens going off in the distance behind her, the sound making her eyes go wide with fear and her body tense between its constant shivers. Lifting her fingers, she went to wipe away at the few tears that were slipping down her cheek and a small hiss pushed from her tired lungs as her fingertips came in contact with a deep cut that laid across the apple of her cheek. She glanced down, her one eye overly swollen and struggling to focus on the tinge of red that covered the pads of her fingers before she burst out another low cry and desperately tried to unstick the hair from her slippery wet forehead.

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damage || park jimin (ii)

Park Jimin x reader

Summary: Jimin thinks that breaking up with you was for the best. You set out to prove him wrong.

Genre: angst/fluff

Words: 2650

part one 

(this is the final part)

Originally posted by mvssmedia


Jimin had gone to stay with Taehyung in his apartment. I didn’t really believe it was happening until he didn’t come home, and I got a text from Tae saying he was there. I lay on the bed, tears leaking out of my eyes and soaking the sheets as reality set in. He wouldn’t answer any texts or calls, and when I had replied to Taehyung he had simply told me not to come.

But the deep sadness he had left me with soon twisted into anger and desperation that had me outside Taehyung’s door anyway, my cheeks still sticky and my throat sore from crying.  I would not allow him to do this. It wasn’t his choice to make. Determined to speak to Jimin, I tried to enter as soon as the door opened, but Taehyung stopped me.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. He- he doesn’t want to see you.” His eyes were sympathetic and guilty as he took in my appearance, but he held firm through all my persuasion. He wouldn’t let me in.

I knew he was only doing what Jimin had told him to, and so I eventually nodded and left, my damp eyes cast to the floor as I walked.

The next time I came I burst into tears in front of Taehyung, desperation to see and feel Jimin again overwhelming me. I missed him more than I thought I could miss anyone. I took Tae’s hand, begging him to let me talk to Jimin, or even see him, my breath coming out in ragged gasps.

Taehyung shushed me gently, bringing me into him and rubbing my back until my cries had diminished to almost nothing, pressing his cheek to the top of my head. I could feel the guilt radiating off him as he apologised into my hair, his voice quiet and forlorn.

“No, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I whispered, sniffling and stepping away from him once I had composed myself, “I just- I have to see him. I have to get him to change his mind.” I said brokenly. I had never felt a desperation like this. He nodded sympathetically, but his eyes were still guilty, so I knew what his answer would be.

“He won’t let me… You know I would, I wish I could.” He whispered, and I nodded. I wasn’t going to give up. I sniffed and thanked him, promising to return.

As soon as Tae opened the door on the third day I knew something had changed. He wouldn’t meet my eyes, and was fiddling with his fingers and constantly glancing back into the apartment. I peered behind him before meeting his eyes worriedly.

“Tae,” I asked quickly, “what is it?” My thoughts immediately fell towards Jimin, concern rising in me.

“Y/N…” Tae started, his voice full of a pity that I couldn’t stand. I frowned.

“What?” I demanded nervously.

“Jimin told me and I thought you should know… he’s going to make the breakup public today.” He told me quietly, his eyes watching my face carefully for a reaction. I took a sharp intake of breath, hurt filling me instantly. I let my arms fall to my sides and my gaze drop to the floor, my chest caving in with the realisation that Jimin’s decision was final. A sense of helplessness choked up my throat.

“Y/N?” Tae’s tentative voice brought me back as I looked up to see his concerned expression.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay.” I spoke quietly, my voice shaking. “Thanks for telling me, Tae.”

I left the apartment and walked home in silence, my mind reeling at the thought of Jimin telling the entire world that he didn’t want to be with me anymore. I didn’t let the tears fall until I reached my bed, and then only few leaking out and onto my neck as I lay, unmoving. 

My heart weighed heavy in my stomach as it sunk in that Jimin had actually ended our relationship. My body felt crushed by heartbreak, my limbs heavy and my energy drained.

An overwhelming sense of defeat overtook me, and I tried to push it away, my mind running through other ways to fix this. But I came up empty, eventually sitting up and getting ready for work, my throat closed and my teeth clenched. I didn’t know what else I could do to get him to come back to me, and the thought that kept darting to the front of my mind was that maybe there was nothing else.

Later in the day, I noticed my phone suddenly blowing up with notifications, and I closed my eyes, knowing he had done it. Everyone knew that we had broken up. They knew he had given up on me. And although I knew it would only do me harm, I didn’t last long before I picked up my phone to read the mentions lighting it up continuously. I had to know what they were saying about me. I couldn’t drag my gaze from the words as I scrolled through messages and articles and photos.

It was so much worse than anything I had ever been sent before.

I took a choking breath in, my eyes stinging at the harsh insults and raw anger from fans. I continued to scroll, my fingers moving of their own accord, taking in everything they had to say about me, how I didn’t deserve Jimin anyway and how stupid I was to let him go. I only stopped when I felt a tear fall from my eye and onto my cheek, the moisture snapping me out of my own thoughts.

I hurriedly wiped the tear away, my head spinning as I suddenly realised this could give me a chance. This could prove to Jimin that I wasn’t better off without him, or at least give me an excuse to talk to him so I could get across what I needed to say. The hate would still continue, whether we kept dating or not, and there was nothing either of us could do.

This realisation had me stumbling up onto my feet, and hurriedly pulling on my shoes as I tried to collect my thoughts, knowing this could be the one chance I had to change Jimin’s mind. I left the house in the dying light of the day, hurrying towards Taehyung’s apartment with the words I had read still ringing in my ears.

Taehyung was surprised to see me, taking in my frown and desperate expression, his brows furrowing in confusion as I had already visited once that day.

“Y/N… what are you doing here?” He asked, and I took a deep breath, a sudden rush of determination causing me to clench my fists and look him directly in the eye with as much conviction as I could muster.

“I need to see Jimin.” I said confidently. He sighed, shaking his head.

“You know I can’t-“

“Kim Taehyung.” I surprised myself by growling, and his eyes widened. I stood as tall as I could, purpose filling me as I spoke with a threatening voice. “I’m going to talk to Jimin, and I’m going to talk to him now.” I took a step closer to him, and he backed up slightly. “So let me in.” He hesitated and I quickly grew impatient, my voice low and menacing. “Taehyung-” I began threatening and he immediately took a breath in, his eyes wide.

“Okay.” He said fearfully, raising his hands in defeat. He looked at me for a moment before sighing and nodding. “Okay.” He stepped aside and I immediately strode past him and to where I knew the spare room was.

I stopped outside the door, my heart racing at just the thought of seeing Jimin again. A flicker of doubt stopped me from walking in, as I wondered if this was the right thing to do.

But then I remembered what he had said; that he loved me but he blamed himself. I remembered every summer night we had spent together, laughing and kissing and loving; every hug we had shared, his hands in my hair and mine around his shoulders; his kisses, his voice, his smile, his laugh. I loved him. This was too good to let go. I opened the door.

I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the darkness filling the room, making out a bed and the figure of something on it. I turned on the light. A wave of emotion rushed through me immediately as I took in what was in front of me. Jimin lay on the bed, his spine curled and his knees up to his chest. His face was tucked into his legs as far as he could reach, as though he was trying to coil himself up so tightly he would disappear. His eyes were pained and red and they were opening now, squinting in the sudden brightness that had filled the room.

As his eyes adjusted he moved his gaze to the door, where I still stood, unable to move. He froze when he took in my figure, his eyes meeting mine in shock, his body uncurling as he hurriedly sat up.

“Y/N?” He asked, his voice and expression so wounded that it made me want to cry. He stood up shakily, but didn’t come any closer to me. “How-how did you get in?” He pointed to the door. “Tae was meant to- how did you-“

“Jimin.” I cut off his panicky rambling with a single word, his eyes going wide and his voice stopping immediately. Resolve filled me again, determined to use this opportunity to end all of this. I turned and shut the door before facing him calmly again.

“You need to go.” He said, trying to sound cold, but his voice only came out weak, and shaky. I shook my head.

“I’m not going anywhere. Just let me talk to you.” Maybe it was the determination in my voice, or his own resolve weakening, but he looked at me for a minute before nodding unsurely, waiting for me to speak. Relief flooded through me followed by panic, knowing I had to make the most of him being willing to hear me.

I hurriedly got out my phone with shaking hands, opening up the messages of hate I had received over the past day. When he saw what I was doing he shook his head, looking away.

“Y/N, please don’t show me anymore of that-“

“No, Jimin, look at it.” I held the screen up to him, forcing him to see the messages as I scrolled through them. He frowned as he took them in, like it physically pained him. “These were all sent to me today.” I told him and he immediately looked at me.

“What?” He spoke breathlessly. I nodded, giving him a watery smile.

“Don’t you see? Ending our relationship isn’t going to help anyone. These messages will continue, whether we are together or not.” I stepped closer to him, wanting nothing more than to hold him, and be with him. To my dismay he stepped back, looking at me warily.

I ignored the aching in my heart at seeing him so unwilling to even be near me and held up my phone again to show him, looking him in the eye and speaking softly, desperately trying to get through to him. “You breaking up with me did nothing.”

He looked between the phone and me for a moment, his face conflicted. But then he shook his head, and as his mouth opened I knew he was going to speak against me.

“But,” I stopped him from talking, taking a deep breath, “even if the hate had stopped, I would still be here.” I told him, my throat closing up. He shut his mouth.

I took a tentative step closer to him, and he didn’t move away. Our eyes stayed locked, his still showing his inner conflict as I reached out to him. I hesitantly took his hand, holding it gently between my two own, and instead of pulling it away from me as he had that night, he closed his eyes and seemed to lean into my touch, if unsurely.

“I don’t know what I did,” I tried to steady my voice, the lump in my throat growing, “to make you think I don’t love you enough to deal with things like this. But Jimin, baby,” my lips curled up slightly at the nickname, “you’re everything to me.” He opened his eyes to meet mine, and I saw that they were shining.

Given that he hadn’t pushed me away yet, I risked moving even closer to him, letting go of his hand only to cup his cheeks with my hands. He stiffened slightly at the touch but didn’t stop me, his gaze flickering around my face. I ignored the tear that slipped down my cheek, and how his eyes followed it down until it dripped off my face.

“I love you, and I need you,” I choked out, stroking his cheeks gently with my thumbs, “and you need to understand, that I would go through things so much worse than these comments if it meant I could be with you.” He looked into my eyes with such intensity that I almost looked away, but kept the contact in order to make sure he understood. “You are worth going through anything for.”

I sniffed, keeping the rest of my tears at bay as his hand came up to rest over mine on his face.

“So, come to your senses and be with me.” I demanded softly, and he closed his eyes again, tightening his grip on my hand. “I don’t care what any of them say. I only want you.” I whispered. “Be with me, Jimin.”

He opened his eyes, his face still frowning in pain. He shook his head, a tear falling from his lashes.

“You’ll always be in the public eye,” he said hoarsely, “you’ll keep getting hate.” I nodded. If that was what it took to be with Jimin, I would take all the hate in the world. He took in a shaky breath, meeting my eye and reaching up his hand to touch my cheek lightly. 

“If you have any doubts, leave this room now,” He murmured, “because I’m not going to be able to let you go again.” I shook my head, letting out a watery chuckle.

“If I’ve ever been sure of anything in my life, it’s this.” I told him, begging him to just accept what I was saying. He bit his lip, tilting his head at me with a small frown.

“Last chance.” He whispered, tracing my hairline with his fingers. His eyes tracked my skin, examining my face for any hesitation and I couldn’t take it anymore. I let out a sharp breath, took hold of the fabric of his shirt and tugged him towards me, pressing our lips together.

It was as if the wall he was using to block out his feelings and maintain control crumbled as soon as my lips met his. His mouth immediately moved against mine and his arms that had hung uselessly at his side were moving again, his hands on my waist and in my hair and pulling me as close to him as possible. He gave into me.

I kissed him desperately, falling into him and trying to communicate everything I hadn’t said to him through my touch. His lips tasted salty as both our tears mingled together between our skin. He took a ragged breath against my lips as we separated, and pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes closed. I cried against him, relief and fear and love flowing through me with an intensity I didn’t know I could feel.

“If you leave me again,” I sobbed, wrapping my arms around his neck and pushing my lips against his again, “I’ll kill you.” His hands came up to my cheeks, wiping away the tears there, and kissing me in between.

“I won’t, I won’t, I promise, I’m sorry.” He murmured shakily. “God, these past few days have been hell.” He admitted. “I wanted to do what was best for you, but I missed you so damn much.” I let out a watery laugh, my damp cheeks lifting into a real smile as I met his eyes.

“I definitely missed you more.” He shook his head, pulling me into a tight hug. I closed my eyes and felt him smile against the top of my head, murmuring softly into my hair.

“Not possible.”

I hugged him tighter, melting into his embrace, and knowing then and there, that we would be okay.

Taehyung’s rolling eyes and exasperated sighs as he told us to ‘finally get out of his house’ couldn’t hide the wide grin splitting his face as he saw us cuddled up together, laughing and talking softly. After we had hugged him and thanked him, we walked home in the cold night air, our hands linked.

An immeasurable feeling of joy and relief washing through my entire body as I relaxed into Jimin’s company at last, my muscles softening and my heart lifting slowly.

“I want to tell everyone we’re back together.” I told him later as we lay in each other’s embrace, my head in his neck and one of his legs wrapped over my body to pull me as close as possible.

I watched as he frowned unsurely, sighing and watching me carefully.

“Are you sure? I mean people will talk-“ I rolled my eyes playfully at him and cut him off by reaching up and pressing a kiss against his cheek, laughing as his eyes widened slightly. I cuddled into his side again, falling into his warmth and closing my eyes as I spoke with a content smile, no doubt that I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

“Let them talk.”


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Creeps at the Club | Kraglin/Reader

“there’s a real creep at the club trying to hit me up right now and you look pretty fit so pls pretend to be my date so he can leave" w/ kraglin and it ends with kraglin taking the reader home?

(this got kind of long so if you guys want kraglin smut in a part 2 let me know and i will absolutely do it)

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Title: Sleep With Me

Pairing: Sherlolly

Word Count: 1880

Rating: K/G

Summary: When Sherlock offered the sleepy pathologist his bed he really hadn’t intended on joining her…

[On Ao3] [On FF.Net]


An amused smirk twitched at one corner of Sherlock’s lips as he watched Molly fail in her attempt to stifle a yawn.

“Why don’t you just stop fighting it and go to sleep?”

“’m fine,” Molly mumbled around another uncontainable yawn.

“I’m not Rosie, you know,” Sherlock snapped mildly. “I’m not an infant. You do not have to keep an eye on me every second.”

Molly caught her bottom lip between her teeth, either in contemplation or to bite back a retort, Sherlock wasn’t entirely sure.

“Well, maybe… Maybe I will just kip here for a bit.” She put aside the book she had been reading and stretched out on the sofa, wriggling around for a moment to find a comfortable position.

“You can use my bed,” Sherlock offered, distractedly plucking at the strings of his violin. “You’ll be much more comfortable.”

Molly’s head popped up, her eyes slightly wide. “W-what about you?”

Sherlock huffed. “I highly doubt I will be doing any sleeping tonight.”

“Oh. Then maybe I should stay up and keep you company,” Molly purposed, looking unsure about leaving Sherlock on his own even if she would just be in the next room.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sherlock dismissed. “There’s no need for the both of us to lose sleep. Especially when you’re tired and I’m not. I’ll be fine.”

Molly sighed. “Okay. If you’re certain.”

“I am.”

Molly hauled herself up from the sofa and crossed the room. “Don’t hesitate to wake me if you feel any urges.”

Sherlock arched his brows at her.

“Oh you know what I mean,” Molly huffed, rolling her eyes, trying to appear exasperated, but the touch of pink tinting the tips of her ears gave away her embarrassment.

Sherlock smiled. “Yes. Will do, Molly. Goodnight.”

Molly sighed. “Night, Sherlock.”

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Nothin’ Else Matters

Pairing: Daryl x Reader

Word Count: 2938

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Notes: This was a request and I loved writing it ^^ It was a really cute idea so thank you, sugar! I hope you like it! Xox

Ask: @aquivercactus :Hey, hun.. I see requests are open. 🤗🤗 Would you consider writing some Daryl x reader fic where she is a looot younger than him. She’s in love with him, and he likes her even tho he don’t want to.. but eventualy he caves, and they end up together. (Fluff smut) Thanks 💖


“That doesn’t go there,” you said absent-mindedly, your gaze focused on the comic Carl had leant you as you chewed on cherry twizzlers.

Tara paused and threw a glance at Denise, who bit back a smile and held her hands up in a way that told her girlfriend she wasn’t getting involved.

“Maybe if you helped instead of sitting on your ass like a lazy kid…” Tara scathed, throwing the bottle of tablets back into the box.

“I ain’t a kid!” You retorted angrily; if there was one thing she knew would get a rise out of you, it was calling you that. “Just ‘cause I’m eighteen doesn’t mean I’m any less adult than the rest of you.”

“You’re sat there reading a comic and eating twizzlers, Y/N… super adult…” Denise smirked, making Tara chuckle.

You opened your mouth to respond when the infirmary door was pushed open, Daryl entering and your cheeks flushing instantly. His muscles flexed deliciously as he lifted the box in Denise’s direction, letting her see the medical supplies he’d found her. He was hot and glistening with sweat from the run and you were finding it hard to focus.

“Thanks,” she smiled brightly, taking the box from him. “This is perfect. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble to get…”

“Nah,” the archer assured her, glancing over at you through his hair, a small smile playing on his lips. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Your eyes flew to the floor and you grinned bashfully.

“I got you somethin’,” he said quietly, your eyes finding his gorgeous sapphire ones, curious.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out an unopened pack of cherry twizzlers and passed them to you silently. Denise and Tara giggled, making Daryl blush scarlet as he closed the door behind him quickly as he exited.

The women laughed loudly and you tossed the pack of twizzlers at them, giggling like a school girl as you covered your face with your hands, your heart pounding.



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Winter again

(Based off @bunny-yams​ “Jamilton Dads” AU – )

February 28th, 2017 —

The town had been caught right in the middle of the frigid season of winter, the leaves having fallen off every tree and leaving the thin bodies exposed and breakable. This was always the most fragile time of the year, or so Thomas considered. These were the months that you had to be careful of, think rationally of and gradually pass like a cold, so to speak. Everyone was shivering and everyone was irritated as they craved spring, or so he negatively and unrealistically thought, but the man had a habit of believing that everyone felt the same irritation as he did at all times because he was the most important man in the world, of course. This was also known as the reason why he imagined in his mind a mutual tension in his home between him and his boyfriend so thick that you could cut it with a knife. In all honestly, this aura was one-sided but if he felt it, so must’ve Alexander — correct?

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#11- One Catches the Other Masturbating (Wincest)

From my kink list, requested by @deantheneko.

Word Count: 1400

Warning: Wincest, masturbation

A/N: This is only the first one, and I can already tell I’m going to have so much fun writing these!

Sam couldn’t look away.

He knew he should leave the room, should back out and close the door quietly, and hope Dean didn’t ever find out he’d been there for those few seconds. But his feet wouldn’t move.

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If Only

In which Harry loves Y/N but Y/N has a girlfriend

Y/N sat crying in her flat over her girlfriend, Aya for the second time this week with a bottle of cheap red wine in hopes of numbing her pain. It was no secret that Y/N and Aya had an unhealthy relationship. Everyone in their circle of friends grew use to the endless cycle of fighting and yelling.

Harry sat helplessly watching his best friend and the girl he has loved for years slowly crumble to pieces. If only Harry thought.

If only

If only she could love him the way he loved her but the fact is no matter what she can’t. Y/N had been with Aya for years, even before she met Harry and who was he to get in the way of that.

Y/N and Harry met through mutual friends of both Y/N and Aya and they instantly clicked. Harry was convinced they were soul mate best friends and well she was also his soul mate lover. He couldn’t bare the thought of loving someone the way he loved Y/N.

Harry’s thoughts were interrupted by a loud sob echoing throughout the room. His attention immediately turned towards Y/N. She was curled up and sobbing into her knees. “Why am I never good enough?” she asked as another sob ripped through her petite frame.

“Awh petal c’mere” Harry cooed as her scooped her up into his lap and wrapped his arms tightly around her as if he was trying to hold her together to keep her from breaking.”S’alright, yeh okay petal” Harry whispered while pressing soft kisses into her hair.

Petal, a pet name Harry had given Y/N when they first met. It was because he claimed she was the most beautiful, precious and delicate thing ever. At the beginning of their friendship this would make her blush and giggle like a school girl which Harry found absolutely adorable.

Y/N’s cries soon stopped and her breathing evened out indicating she was asleep. A soft sigh escaped Harry’s lips as he slowly slipped away from Y/N’s grip and tucked her into bed.

“I know you can’t hear me, but I love you so much petal, always have and I always will” Harry softly spoke and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. He then slipped out to head home.

The next time Harry saw Y/N they were all out for drinks. Aya’s hand was slug around Y/N as she whispered in Y/N’s ear causing a giggle to escape her lips. Harry glared intently at the couple and if looks could kill there was no doubt that Aya would be dead

Harry watched as Y/N’s giggles turned to scowls and then to her storming off and that was the funny thing about Aya and Y/N. One minute they were the happiest couple and the next they were doing and saying everything in their power to hurt each other.

“Well aren’t you smitted” Nick spoke as he approached Harry with a smirk plastered across his face. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed, it’s so obvious yet she’s so oblivious to it and also you haven’t taken your eyes off her for the night” Nick continued. “Shut it mate” Harry grumbled before walking over to Y/N.

“Hi there petal” Harry spoke as he approached Y/N, his voice laced with sympathy. “Hi H, I’m okay don’t worry” she replied as she leaned in to give Harry a hug.

“Petal yeh know I love you and want what’s best fo’ yeh yeah?” A loud sigh escaped Y/N’s lips because she knew exactly where this was going. “Why do yeh stay with her if she continues to treat you like shit” Harry questioned.

Y/N could feel her blood boiling and anger bubbling within her. She hated when people asked that, she hated when people gave her pity because of her fucked up relationship.

There were only a few things Y/N hated in this world and pity was one. She absolutely despised pity.

“You just don’t understand!” Y/n exclaimed her voice laced with desperation and anger. “No one seems to fucking understand.” She continued “All you and everyone else seems to do is fucking take pity on me and I hate it.” she cried.

Harry was shocked to say the least, she was never one to get angry. “Baby yeh know tha’ s’not it” Harry calmly spoke his eyes conveying sympathy.

“Stop that!” Y/N yelled. Harry’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Stop what petal?” Harry asked. “Stop looking at me like that, like I’m going to fall to pieces!” she screamed her voice filled with frustration.

“I don’t need this in my life.” she muttered before storming out of the pub and with Harry hot on her heels chasing after her while her so called girlfriend Aya stood at the bar effortlessly flirting with another girl causing Y/N’s heart to break even more if possible.

“Petal please, yeh need t’ calm down f’ me!” Harry yelled from behind her.

Y/N’s head suddenly snapped in the direction of Harry. “Calm down? Didn’t you fucking hear me?” she questioned her voice laced with anger. “I said I don’t need this bullshit in my life Harry, I don’t need pity and sympathy and I sure as hell don’t need you!” She yelled before storming off to God knows where.

And that was it.

Harry felt his heart shatter into a million pieces and he swore his entire world came crashing down right then and there.


Hi lovelies, I’d love if you gave feed back on this please. All the love- K xx

Pressure: Part One (Summer Series)

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

                                                     Summary:

For nearly two years you were classified as Bucky Barnes’ Best Friend, but a sudden change of living arrangements in the summer heat changed the whole game plan. (I suck at summaries)

Words: 3,257

Notes: Fluff, Angst

Let me know if you want a part two! :)

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Essays in Existentialism, Vigilante

If you’re still taking Clexa prompts, could you write a vigilante au where Clarke helps a very injured Lexa after she returns home from a mission gone wrong please?!

The streets were hallow, were orange and off-putting, but still Clarke walked through the night towards her home through the manufactured light. There was little traffic at the late hour, little noise save for a city grumbling in its sleep and hiding under the pillow of pre-morning fog that rolled in from the lake.

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anonymous asked:

Heyy, I just woke up with this ridiculous prompt idea (I just thought it would be fun to share). Oblivious boys E/R are always great anyway. Soo imagine one of the boys having really vivid dream one night (sth like love confessions happen there or real feels talk etc.) and later on he forgets that it was only a dream and when he is conscious he acts like he was continuing the dream scenario. While the other is totally shocked (in a positive way though). The look on their faces! / Cheers!

It wasn’t Enjolras’ fault that his reality was sometimes a little bit warped, it was his exams. 

Staying up for 50 hours straight and finally falling asleep head first into a textbook and dreaming about having an intense political debate with one or several of Les Amis was unfortunately a regular occurrence during exam period.

One day he shuffled into the Musain pulled Courfeyrac aside and said between sips of coffee “And another thing, the current economical climate is influenced by a number of factors, not just the rising price of Midori cocktails and glitter.”

“Enjolras what the hell are you talking about?”

“We… We were talking about it yesterday? With the duck that was playing chess behind us?”

“Oh. Oh honey, no. No we weren’t. Go home and get some actual sleep.”

Enjolras should have taken his advice, instead of brushing his concern aside and studying on. If he had only just listened to Courfeyrac (And Combeferre, and Joly, and Cosette, and hell- everybody who had witnessed his lethargic state) he could have completely avoided what was doomed to happen next.

“Maybe it’s the lack of sleep.” Enjolras found himself saying to Grantaire, who was absentmindedly tossing loose coins into a faraway tip jar at the Corinth.  “But I feel as though this is the right time to tell you I’m sick of keeping secrets from you and I think I love you more than France.”

Enjolras barely saw Grantaire’s response. He was too busy running away. The next thing he knew he was headfirst in his textbook in his bedroom, his cheek plastered to a page. He couldn’t remember how he got there but he felt like a complete and utter fool.

For once he decided it was finally time to get a good nights sleep, he would need it if he was going to confront Grantaire and apologise tomorrow. After an hour of tossing and turning and running through an alphabetised and itemised list of regrets, his fatigue finally won out against his mental anguish and he fell into a dreamless sleep. 


The Musain was full to bursting when he arrived. It had always been a hot spot for stressed out students needing a quiet place to study or nap (and take liberal advantage of their free wifi), exam season was no exception. Enjolras eyes searched the room before they landed on Grantaire in a corner, staring with his brow furrowed and looking frustratedly at his phone. 

Enjolras felt his heart skip like stones on a calm water. He swallowed and steeled himself, making his way over and sitting directly across from him. Grantaire almost dropped his phone in his coffee in surprise.

“Oh, Enjolras. Hi.” Grantaire said uncertainly. 

“What are you doing?” Enjolras asked, trying desperately to read Grantaire’s expression.

“Nothing important. Just trying to figure out how to reply to something.”

Enjolras nodded glumly. He braced himself to anticipate rejection. “Look, about what I said yesterday-”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. A coma-ridden monkey could see you were so sleep deprived you had no idea what you were saying. I know you didn’t mean it.”

Enjolras felt a surge of defiance rush through him. It was one thing for Grantaire to not reciprocate his feelings but how dare he try to tell him that he didn’t mean it. 

“For your information,” Enjolras replied desperately trying to keep his voice from shaking. “I meant every word of it, and if you don’t feel the same way that’s fine but don’t you dare think for a second you can get to decide to tell me how to feel!”

“Okay, okay!” Grantaire said putting his hands up defensively. “I get it. I won’t try to question your passion for non dairy based milk again. Lesson learned.”

“Wait. What are you talking about?”

“The whole ‘almond milk is superior to dairy and I will throw that lactose ridden mocha in your face if you offer me a sip one more time, Grantaire.’ thing. Isn’t that… Wait, what are you talking about?”

Enjolras blinked at him. Either he was playing dumb or he genuinely didn’t remember. Enjolras didn’t know which option stung him more.

“I’m talking about the conversation we had at the Corinth. When I told you I loved you more than France.”

Grantaire’s eyes widened suddenly in disbelief. His phone fell out of his palm and onto the table before them making a dull clunk as it hit the wood.

What?!

“I told you I loved you and-”

“No you did not!” 

“Of course I did!”

“Enjolras, I can tell you right now that if you told me you loved me not only would I have not forgotten about it, but I would have strolled over to the closest store, bought a diary, and filled the whole damn book with a written scream.”

Enjolras frowned, his brain was whirring, he was confused, and also very tired.

“But- we were at the Corinth and Combeferre was bartending with a spinning bow tie and- oh my God. Oh no. I dreamt the whole thing!” Enjolras put his face in his hands and groaned. He never wanted to be seen in public ever again. His humiliation was only made worse by the fact that Grantaire was laughing at him. He heard his chair scrape backwards.

So this was how he was going to leave things? Laughing at Enjolras’ patheticness and leaving to tell everybody about how much of an idiot he was.

Enjolras startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up to find Grantaire smiling unbearably down at him.

“C’mon. I’m taking you home.”

Enjolras miserably rose to his feet. 

“Y’know…” Grantaire continued as he tentatively moved his hand across to Enjolras and entwined the pair of them as they walked. “I’ve fantasised about our first date for an embarrassingly long amount of time. But in the millions of scenarios I’ve imagined, I’d never thought our actual first date would be me taking you home so that we could both lie down and take a nap together.”

Enjolras’ heart rose in his chest, his brain was screaming in a mix of triumph and blissful happiness. 

“Just don’t tell anybody you got to sleep with me on the first date.”

AOS Fic - In Darkness, part four

Originally posted by lasheeda

In Darkness, part one

In Darkness, part two

In Darkness, part three

Fucking finally, guys. For @gracieminabox. Probably riddled with errors. Notes at the bottom.

Warnings - Angst, guys. For real. 


Bones is sleeping hard.

Jim’s been awake for a while now, at least an hour by his estimation. He doesn’t need his eyes to know that the sun’s risen; he’s been listening to the scattered birdsong that seems to universally accompany early mornings, and beyond that, there’s a subtle shift in the air, a taste, a feeling, something that Jim can’t quite put words to.

He’s getting antsy. He’s let Bones sleep in for as long as he dares, an unspoken apology for his acerbity yesterday, but Bones’ words keep echoing in his mind, and stumbling around in the dark is unsettling enough without dull ache in his eyes reminding Jim that his vision, his future, is on the line.

“I don’t know if I can fix it, Jim.”

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Babysitting Accusations (Groot x Reader)

Requested by @grootiez

Request: The reader is Groot’s babysitter/nanny looking after Groot while the other guardians were out. When they get home, Groot is fast asleep in the reader’s arms. Just as he’s being handed over to Rocket, Groot wakes up and coughs violently, being extremely sick and the guardians must find out what’s wrong with him. And at first they blame them, but it ends up being something else.

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Originally posted by themarvelstark


“Y/N! We need you to stay here and look after Groot while we finish this mission, okay?” Rocket calls.

“Uh, yeah sure!” You respond loudly, getting up to figure out where the tree is. This wasn’t the first time you had been asked to babysit baby Groot, but it always bothered you knowing that the tree could start wreaking havoc the second you take your eyes off him. You found him sitting in his and Rocket’s shared room, munching on some food that he must’ve found in the fridge. “Hey, our friends are heading out and are leaving us together. I was thinking maybe we could do some sort of movie night?”

The tree looked up at you and smiled, stretching his arms out for you to pick him up. A giggle left your lips as you scooped him up and placed him on your shoulder before heading to your room. Your room indeed contained a television that was placed in front of your bed.

“What movie?”

“I am Groot!” You raised a brow at the little tree.

“Titanic? Really?” Groot nodded, climbing down from your shoulder and picking up the disc. You shrugged, inserting the disc and letting it start as you shut off the lights and lied down on your stomach with your arms propping you up. Groot sat on the pillow you had placed beside you, excited for the movie. You weren’t sure why he chose this movie, but you thought that since you were the babysitter that it was your duty to make him happy.

You believe it was around the middle of the movie when you dozed off. Groot already had fallen asleep next to you, cuddled into the crook of your neck. The sound of the guardians returning awoke you from your slumber, but you kept your eyes closed.

“Aww, guys look!” Gamora whispered from the doorway, followed by a bunch of footsteps. You popped one eye open, glaring at them for waking you up. Rocket entered your room and you lifted the sleeping tree and passed him to his friend, small pants escaping his mouth. Suddenly, violent coughs erupted from Groot, jerking him awake in a state of panic. Your eyes widen as Rocket pats his back, trying to get the coughing to cease.

“Get him some water!” You command, gesturing at Quill, who proceeded to hurry out of the room. Drax followed him out.

“What’s wrong with him? What did you do?!” Rocket yelled, barring his teeth at you.

“I didn’t do shit!” You clenched your jaw, brows knitted together in worry and stress. The raccoon carried his friend off to the bathroom, in case the tree felt the need to vomit. You and Gamora followed behind, but kept your distance. “I swear, nothing happened while you guys were gone. All we did was watch a movie.” You say, looking desperately at the green woman.

“Did you let him out of your sight?”

“No!”

“Who feel asleep first?”

“He did.”

“Did you let him eat anything?”

Everything clicked. Your (E/C) eyes widened, “He was eating in his and Rocket’s room before you guys left.” Gamora nodded as the two of you entered the bathroom, making way for Quill who had returned with a bottle of water.

“Where’s Drax?” Gamora questions.

Quill simply shrugs, assuming that he went to go sleep or something. Gamora restated the information you had given her to Rocket, who sighed.

“What did you eat?” He asks Groot, leaning on the counter.

“I am Groot!”

“Dude, I’m pretty sure that was expired!” Everyone groans. Gamora and Quill exit the room, leaving yourself, Rocket and Groot alone. The baby tree sipped his water and his furry friend turned to you with slumped shoulders.

“I’m sor–”

“It’s all good. Let’s just focus on Groot, okay?”

The two of you turned back to face your best friend, watching him in silence as he began to recover.

my heart in your hands

prompt; Person A, a barista, has a huge crush on Person B. And their friends are obnoxiously obvious.

a/n: this is literally my first nalu fic pls b gentle thanks!

She had been coming to the shop consistently in the past couple of weeks. With herself, she would bring the aroma of paper and cinnamon, almost overpowering the strong smell of coffee that lingered in the air. Natsu wouldn’t be able to help but lean into her space even the slightest bit for a quick reminder of cold, winter nights. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply, he would loosen his body free from all the tension that had been building up.

She had been coming to the shop consistently in the past couple of weeks. But she hadn’t come in today. Not at all.

It was seven in the evening and there was no sight of her anywhere. He wasn’t even able to catch a glimpse of her motorcycle, speeding through the streets. Natsu moved his eyes to the door for the upteenth time. He could hear Gray snicker from behind the counter as he restocked their pastries. Natsu lowered his head and kept sweeping the floor, frowning when Gray’s snickering got louder and louder.

“Would you cut it out?” Natsu glared over his shoulder. Gray’s frame shook as he tried not to laugh out loud. Natsu narrowed his eyes as Gray finally gave up, releasing loud guffaws at his friend’s misery, quieting down slightly when he noticed some of the patrons looking around startled.

He pretended to wipe a tear, laughter winding down, “It’s just so funny. You’ve been staring at that door since your shift started, like, five hours ago.”

“It’s not my fault she’s not here yet,” Natsu mumbles, hands tightening around the neck of the broom. A sharp snap rang through the near-empty shop as the plastic cracked between Natsu’s fingers.

Gray groaned, “You cannot pin another one of your ‘accidents’ on me. I refuse to stand for it.”

“You don’t really have a choice, loser,” Natsu stuck his tongue out, sweeping all the dust into a pan and moving towards the trash bin. “Besides, it really was an accident. It’s not my fault I’m strong.”

“Yeah right, Natsu. I heard you grunt when you lifted a table the other day,” he could hear Gajeel’s voice from the doorway joined by giggles. Natsu turned to face Gajeel, snorting when he saw all the flour on both Erza and Gajeel’s faces. Natsu walked past them, scrunching his face at Gajeel as he headed over to wash his hands.

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