get your shoes off the couch

If I’m an advocate for anything, it’s to move. As far as you can, as much as you can. Across the ocean, or simply across the river. The extent to which you can walk in someone else’s shoes or at least eat their food, it’s a plus for everybody. Open your mind, get up off the couch, move.
—  Anthony Bourdain

anonymous asked:

Bubble bath with Jeonghan~

lmao I hope this is to your liking anonnie~ ♥


You huffed when you closed the door behind you and dropped your gym bag to the floor.

“Welcome home!” Jeonghan called from the couch, and you greeted him while toeing your shoes off. Rubbing your shoulders one by one, you walked to the living room. He moved his eyes from his phone screen to you and grinned. “How was the gym?”

You knew full well that while you had been working out, he had been more or less just lying down on the couch, and you sighed while stretching a little. “Exhausting. I could really use a bath…”

At that, Jeonghan suddenly sat up and put his phone away, while a playful grin took over his features. “Got it. Sit down for a bit, babe, and I’ll get you real soon.”

With widened eyes, you could only nod and mumble “Okay…” while Jeonghan quickly kissed you on the side of your head and disappeared into the bathroom. You sat down on the couch, still confused about what your boyfriend had in mind, and began fiddling with your phone to keep yourself entertained while you waited.

You didn’t keep track of the time, but it was probably no more than ten minutes or so later that Jeonghan opened the bathroom door and peeked through it, his torso bare and his lips stretched to a wide smile. “Alright, Y/N, everything’s ready. Come on.”

Unable to keep the smile from spreading to your lips, too, you got up and walked to the bathroom, unsure of what to expect. Once he had let you in, Jeonghan observed proudly how your expression went from curious to amazed, with your eyebrows rising and eyes widening and your lips parting into a fascinated “Wow”. 

“Not bad, huh?” Jeonghan asked with a snicker, referring to the bubble bath he had set for you, as well as the candles by the sink and counter, placed so that they gave you some romantic lighting but wouldn’t set either of you alight. Your towels were hanging neatly from their hooks and even the small mat you had by the bathtub was placed a lot more carefully than it normally was. While you remained speechless, Jeonghan wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind and whispered in amusement. “I also put that bath salt of yours into it.”

You turned around in his embrace and smiled at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling softly before bringing your lips to his for a moment. “Thank you.”

Jeonghan gave you another quick kiss and shook his head before grinning and sliding his hands down to your butt to squeeze it. “Now, let’s get in.”

Already nodding, you only registered his words a few seconds later. “Wait, so you’re joining?”

Your boyfriend shrugged, the playful grin still present on his face. “Unless you have something against it?”

After some quick thought, you shook your head and tapped Jeonghan’s cheek before pulling away from his hug so that you could undress. “Not at all.”

Jeonghan took off his joggers and boxers, and silently watched you take off your clothes as well, piece by piece, and by the time you were as bare as he was, his Adam’s apple had already bobbed more than once. 

You grinned at him when you had finally put your underwear to the laundry basket. “Were we supposed to get in, or?”

“Ah, yes,” Jeonghan said hurriedly and laughed while motioning you to get in first, and you did just that. You let out a satisfied sigh as you soaked in the water, which was pleasantly warm around your sore muscles and overall tired body, and held a faint scent of your favorite fruit. It was strong enough for you to somewhat smell it, but weak enough not to be unpleasantly sharp - definitely a good buy. Jeonghan stepped in on the other end of the tub, and you felt his feet by your hips while he lifted your legs on top of his. “Do your legs need a massage?”

Squinting, you nodded slowly. “Sure… But what are you trying to make up for?”

Jeonghan’s bubbly laughter filled the dimly lit bathroom, and even you laughed a little. “What do you mean? Can’t I just pamper you because I feel like it?”

He had already started to gently massage your left calf muscle, although if you were asked, the massage was more tickling than it was relaxing. You shrugged. “Of course you can, it’s just… weird, I guess.”

“Don’t tell that to others, that doesn’t really make me sound like a good boyfriend,” Jeonghan hummed jokingly while thoroughly massaging your muscle before moving to the left one. “Either way, in that case I suppose I should pamper you a bit more often.”

You shrugged and stroked Jeonghan’s legs slowly, affectionately, and giggled. “You don’t have to. You’re the perfect boyfriend the way you are.”

He lifted his face, since he had been focusing more on your legs, and gave you a smile that was so soft that you knew your words had hit him hard. You freed your legs from his touch and got closer to him, and with some of the foam getting stuck to your hand, you caressed Jeonghan’s left cheek. 

“I love you,” you said quietly and leaned closer to press a kiss to the corner of Jeonghan’s mouth, after which you pressed another soft kiss on the mole on his right cheek, from where you moved to his lips, this time giving him a full kiss. He chuckled and held you lovingly as you slowly found a comfortable position between his legs with your back facing him.

You played with Jeonghan’s feet with yours, and his arms wrapped loosely around your waist. He leaned down to kiss you gently on your neck, after which he merely leaned his head on your shoulder, and a lot less sensually brought his hands to the top of the water and caught a lot of foam with them before bringing them to you and covering the part of you that wasn’t underwater with it.

“A foam beard, really?” you laughed out when you felt him giving you one, and you turned back playfully. Jeonghan snickered.

“It suits you,” he said in amusement, and only laughed more when you brought some foam to his jaw, chin and cheeks as well.

“Now we’re matching,” you giggled, playing with Jeonghan’s hair while looking deep into his eyes, slightly hooded as they always were.

“Have you ever seen a beard be kissed away?” he asked with a straight face and started to lean closer to you. The corners of your mouth tugged upwards as you shook your head, and a mere second after that Jeonghan’s lips were on yours, playful and daring and passionate.

And when he later pulled away, neither of you had any foam on your faces, except a few rare spots.

When you had calmed down again and Jeonghan was playing with your fingers, he called your name, and you hummed.

“But actually… I wanted to tell you that I kind of accidentally dropped the photo of us that you had framed, and the frames broke.”

“Were you stretching on the couch again?”

“Maybe…”

You shook your head. “We’ll just buy a new frame.”

Jeonghan nodded and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

You murmured. “I knew you were making up for something…”


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(Request) Living With Youngjae (not dating) Would Include:

I’m assuming that this is a scenario where you’re best friends with Youngjae and you guys are roommates! here’s what I came up with :) 

  • grocery shopping together
  • furniture/house decor shopping together
  • having matching everything (matching blankets, toothbrushes, house slippers, favorite cups, pillows, etc.) and what ever belongs to him is his favorite color and your stuff is your favorite color
  • playing little games to see who has to do what chores
  • trying to make everything fun/a game
  • cooking meals together
  • cooking together turning into competative cook-offs
  • going out to eat meals together
  • arguing over who pays the bill
  • playing rock, paper, scissors to decide who gets what
  • having a bunch of stupid inside jokes
  • laughing obnoxiously at everything together
  • taking turns babysitting Coco
  • mark visiting often to see Coco
  • “Um, Y/N? Please don’t be mad, but Coco peed in your shoes..” “AGAIN??” “I’M SORRY STOP YELLING”
  • getting kicked off the couch and replaced by Coco
  • hearing Youngjae sing 24/7
  • getting yelled at by the neighbors for Youngjae’s loud singing
  • waking up to him playing the piano
  • borrowing his clothes all the time
  • stealing his sweaters
  • him getting annoyed because he always catches you wearing his stuff
  • finding him wearing your sunglasses/hats/t-shirts (that don’t fit him right) in protest of you stealing his clothes
  • walking in on each other changing mainly youngjae walking in on you bc he doesn’t know how to knock
  • Youngjae freaking out and apologizing a ton before he exits the room ((but as time goes on, you guys aren’t phased if you see each other changing))
  • spending lazy days together
  • so many movie marathons
  • *doorbell rings* “Y/n, get it.” “No, Youngjae you get it.” “But I’m not wearing any pants!” “Me neither!”
  • fighting for bathroom time
  • Youngjae using your shampoo/makeup/other beauty supplies
  • “Youngjae, have you been using my stuff?” “I ran out!”
  • finding out weird quirks about each other
  • *Youngjae gossiping with the other members* “Yeah, she talks in her sleep, but it’s kind of cute.”
“Suck me off, ______.” - Hanbin Drabble(?)

974 words (almost not a drabble lmfao)

So this was a request that I never get to finish but let me write it as a drabble OR ONE SHOT IDK instead ;)

Originally posted by verygood-climax

Hanbin drops his whole body on the couch next to you after throwing his bag, coat, shoes, and cap on the floor.  His eyes are closed and his breathing was shallow, indicating that he was tired.

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Eugene Porter comforting you when you have a panic attack would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Woooo Eugene :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

-Him getting slightly nervous at first to see you so worried but taking a few deep breaths before stepping in to help

-Him putting a hand to your shoulder and calling your name nicely a few times to get your attention

-Him reassuring you that everything will be alright and awkwardly patting your head to show you kidness

-Him getting you a snack you might like and a box of juice to cheer you up and taking you by the hand to a quieter place, like his house

-Him leading you to the couch and just making you feel even more comfortable by taking off your shoes and setting your feet on the table, getting you a blanket and offering you different ways to get your mind off whatever was bothering you

-The two of you playing video game together and eating snacks, making you feel so much more comfortable that you forget about whatever was making you anxious

I got my very first Barisi request! 

Anon: Can you do an imagine where Rafael comes home a little tipsy and passes out on the couch. He wakes up and puts his arms around Sonny’s neck and Sonny carries him to bed and talks all sweet to him while he helps him change into pjs?

I hope this fulfills your needs, dear one.

This was beta’d by a few of my faves: @booyahkendell@power-bottom-barba, and @pimpinchilton.

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anonymous asked:

I know the vagabond is a serious intimidating person, but i love the idea of him declaring a murder break and it becoming his claim to innocence on everything, like geoff asks who ate the doughnut he'd been saving and ryan shrugs like "wasn't me, i'm on a murder break". Somebody can't find their phone "not me, murder break". Someone nudging him awake because he's taking up the whole couch go sleep in your own bed asshole and he groans "nnnnnn 'monna murder break" and rolls over

I counter this by saying he does the exact opposite as well. Like when someone is sick of his shit and like “Ryan, for fuck’s sake get off your ass and go do the thing” and Ryan’s like fine, but I’ll have to end my murder break. And from then on since he’s not doing his little goodie two shoes routine he’s a fucking nightmare. He’s almost as bad as the lads with the inconveniences he causes. “Ryan, where the fuck is my pistol?” 

 Ryan shrugs, “I’m off my murder break, it could be anywhere.” 

 “Ryan, where is my car?” 

“Murder times need transportation, Jeremy.”

 “Ryan, I swear to Christ if my yacht is blown up…”

 “Things happen during murder times, Geoff.”

Comfort (Joji/reader)

Requested: something with a daddy kink with joji and just him calling you nicknames “baby girl” and “princess” can be smutty or fluff don’t really care :-))

Today sucked, to say the least. You forgot to set your alarm, which caused you to wake up an hour late, which meant you had to do without your morning coffee and a shower. Although you ran down the street, you nearly missed the bus, and you somehow managed to break the strap on your favorite high heels.

Once you got home that evening, you felt defeated. Kicking your (broken) shoes off, you threw yourself down onto the couch and sighed heavily.

“What’s the matter, baby girl?” your boyfriend, Joji, asked as he emerged from the kitchen to greet you.

He wrapped his strong arms around your neck and peppered your face with gentle kisses in an attempt to get you to divulge the details of your bad day.

“Well, work sucked. As always. I didn’t set an alarm this morning, so I slept in way too late. I didn’t have any coffee today, and I also didn’t get to shower this morning. Oh, and I broke one of my favorite shoes,” you ranted, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

“I’m sorry, kitten. Do you want daddy to make it better?” he asked, slowly planting kisses up and down the side of your neck. 

You nodded, exhaling through your nose. It was remarkable how hot his kisses could make you in a matter of seconds.

Joji took his lips off of your neck long enough to make the two of you some decaf coffee. He made yours just the way you like it- a teaspoon of sugar only. As he handed you your mug, his fingers lightly brushed yours and you felt the electricity of his touch.

“Thank you,” you sighed, sipping the hot beverage, starting to feel slightly better already.

“Hey, that’s nothing. Just wait until you see the rest of what I have planned for you tonight, baby girl,” he grinned, setting his cup down on the table and jogging upstairs.

Furrowing your brow, you shrugged. You trusted Joji’s judgment to do whatever he knew would make you happy after your horrible day. Whatever he had planned coincided perfectly with your cup of coffee. Just as you finished it, he had come back downstairs with a huge smile on his face.

“Are you ready, princess?” he asked, scooping you up into his arms. He carried you upstairs bridal style, and you tightly laced your arms around his neck, smiling like an idiot the whole way. He brought you to the bathroom door, which was closed. Pushing it open with his foot, Joji set you down to behold his next surprise- a candlelit bubble bath.

“Oh, Joji, you didn’t have to-” you began, but you were interrupted by his command to undress and relax.

“You deserve it, baby. You work hard. And you’re good to me all the time. Now it’s my turn to be good to you.”

You slowly undressed as Joji put on some relaxing music for the two of you. You lowered yourself down into the warm water first, loving the way it eased the tension of your aching muscles.

Joji got in behind you, holding your waist and kissing your shoulders and neck softly.

“You’re the best, daddy,” you moaned, loving the way the combined sensations of the bathwater and Joji’s kisses made you feel. 

“Only the best for my princess,” he whispered. You felt him smile against your neck and you grabbed his one hand, interlacing your fingers with his.

The two of you relaxed for a while before Joji got out, much to your protest. “Shh, no baby girl. Daddy has another surprise for you that I have to start working on. Take your time and relax, kitten.”

Pouting, you did as you were told. Joji dried off and got dressed, heading for the door.

“Wait,” you called. 

He turned and smiled at you, arching an eyebrow in question.

“Kiss,” you demanded, pursing your lips.

He leaned down to softly press his lips against yours before exiting the bathroom and leaving you by yourself. You soaked for a little while longer before letting the water drain out so you could take an actual shower.

Once you were finished and in your coziest pair of pajamas, you headed downstairs to see that Joji had cooked your favorite meal for you. Your heart fluttered at the sweet gesture as you ran to embrace your even sweeter boyfriend.

The rest of the evening was spent eating dinner, drinking wine, and slow dancing in your living room.

As the evening came to a close, you and Joji laid snuggled up beneath the blankets in bed. As per usual, you were the little spoon. You snuggled into him, closing your eyes in pure bliss.

“Thank you for everything today, daddy. It means so much to me. I love you,” you whispered.

“Anything for my princess,” Joji replied.

He hummed a song into your ear and you feel into a deep, wonderful sleep, having completely forgotten about your shitty day. 

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Request: hey can you write a Daryl x Reader imagine that’s like really, really smutty and that’s in Alexandria? lol thank you
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I laid alone on the couch and stared up at the ceiling, I was close to drifting off to sleep when a knock on the door disrupted me.

I sighed as I swung my legs around to get up off the couch, and moved slowly to see who was on the other side.

I didn’t bother to look through the window, I just swung the door opened, and my favorite pair of eyes met my own.

“Hey darlin’.” Daryl said as he leaned against the door frame. “Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” I asked a bit confused.

“A walk, get your shoes on.” He said shaking his hair out of his eyes.

“A walk?” I questioned with one eyebrow raised.

“Don’t question it lets go.” He nodded towards my shoes.

“Someone has attitude.” I rolled my eyes and smirked.

“Okay so where are we going on this walk?” I asked Daryl as we left my front porch.

“Nowhere in particular.” He answered.

“Alright.” I shook my head and smiled up at him.

“You gotta just learn to go with it.” He chuckled and swayed into me.

“I’m perfectly fine.” I said shoving him.

“Of course you are sweetheart.” He grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers.

Alexandria was quiet and at peace tonight. Nothing had interrupted us throughout the daylight hours, which let us have the closest thing to a normal day in years.

Suddenly Daryl swiftly moved in front of me blocking my path.

“What?” I laughed as I looked up at him.

His eyes were creased from smiling and I’m sure mine were sparkling.

He didn’t say anything, he just slowly moved his hands on my waist and pressed his lips down on mind. His lips were soft and warm, unlike his appearance.

I gripped the sides of his shirt as I got deeper into the kiss.

He removed one hand from my waist, and took my hand off of his shirt, moving it down to his crotch. I could already feel how hard he was.

“I know you want this.” He said between kisses.

“Not here! Someone might see us!” I whispered moving my hand to rest on his stomach.

“It’s dark, we’ll be okay.” He did and pressed his lips down on mine again. He slipped his hand between my legs and started rubbing me, but I pulled it away.

“Daryl.”

“Fine, come on.” He grabbed my hand and led me towards his house.

“What’s come over you today?” I asked smirking.

“I need you baby.” He said as he adjusted himself.

He began picking up the pace and dragging me with him. He practically kicked the door down and ran upstairs.

“Come here.” He said as he took me by the wrists and pinned me against the wall. His lips met with mine again and I could feel him smirking into the kiss.

He pressed his body up against me and began to grind his hips onto mine.

I slowly slid my hand down his body and onto his hard one again.

“Please baby.” He begged me as he sucked on my neck.

I moved my hand up from his crotch, brushing his skin as I slowly slid my hand down his pants.

He grunted as I began to stroke his hard member slowly. I could already feel him twitching between my grip.

His hands moved up and down my body and occasionally squeezing my ass.

I felt his hand slide into my pants as he began to finger my heat. I couldn’t help but moan at his touch.

“Real nice ‘n wet.” He whispered against my neck and then went back to leaving his marks on my skin.

“Come over here.” I said as I removed my hands from him, pulling him towards the bed.

I pushed him down and crawled on top of him, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. I left small kissed down his stomach, and when I got to his pants, I ripped them off.

His hard member was exposed and right in from of my face. I kissed the tip and brought my hand back into its stroking motion.

“Please.” He begged as it began slightly twitching.

I looked up at him and smiled, slowly taking every inch of him in my mouth. I bobbed up and down at a moderate pace, soon picking up the speed.

“I’m close baby, just a few more.” Daryl grunted as his dick twitched in my mouth.

“Now.” He grunted as cum filled my mouth. “Swallow please.” He said as he sat his head up to watch me. I did as he asked, and he laid his had back down to face the ceiling.

Daryl laid there breathing deep with his eyes squeezed shut and his hands rested on his stomach.

“Come next to me.” He said, so I crawled up and laid beside him. He moved his hand from his stomach and gripped onto my thigh, slowly stroking his hand back and forth. “It’s my turn.”

He rolled over on top of me and slid his hands up my shirt, pinching my nipples. “You don’t need this.” He said as he pulled my shirt up over my head, throwing it to the floor.

He played with one breast while he began to suck on the other, causing my nipples to become hard. “You like that?” He asked as he flicked his tongue back and forth.

He removed a hand from my breast and slid it down my body, sneaking it into my pants. He swirled his finger in circles against my clit, and then shoved a finger inside.

This didn’t last long because he had another idea. He licked me from my breasts, down my stomach, and to the button of my pants. He slid my jeans and panties off, tossing them next to my shirt.

“You’re gonna like this.” He licked his lips as he spread my legs apart, completely exposing me.

He lowered his head and instantly began flicking his tongue back and forth against my heat.

He squeezed my thighs as he went wild with his tongue. He inserted a finger and slowly pumped in and out, seconds later adding another.

I was squirming beneath him as the pleasure was becoming too much. He sucked on my clit as he slid his finger out of me.

I grabbed handfuls of his hair in my fists and held his head between my legs, I was close to finishing and I wasn’t letting him get away.

I felt my hips arch up as I came undone underneath him. He gave me one last lick and came back next to me.

I threw the sheet over our naked bodies and the two of us tangled into each other.

“I love you.” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around his body and laid my head on his bare chest.

“I love you too darlin’.” He assured me and kissed the top of my head.
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Okay, I’m sorry I know it’s been awhile. I think we’re at the point where you guys wish I was at the other end of Negan’s bat because you’re tired of my shit. But thanks for reading and don’t forget to message me and tell me how I did!

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Group/Member: Monsta X/ Shownu

Genre: Angst? (Idk)

Word Count: 582

Summary: 88. “After everything…I’d still choose you.”

Requested: Yes Anonymous said: hi hello annyeong 88 with shownu pls angsty puhlease ~

Author’s Note: I had to make it into like a bad boy au because I could not find anything else to go with it! Anyways hope you enjoy!

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Namjoon Part 2

Namjoon walks into his house, kicking off his shoes, and throwing his coat on the rack. He stomps into the house further.

“Kitten?” He calls, seeing you hiding from him in the living room. You knew that what you did was wrong, and you were scared with the results.

“Hi master,” You greets quietly, getting up to stand in front of him. You don’t look up at him, keeping your eyes trained on the ground.

When he doesn’t respond, you look at him with concern, seeing his angry facial expression.

Before you know it, Namjoon is sitting on the couch, you bent face forward over his knee. With light speed, Namjoon has your pajama shorts and underwear halfway down your legs, revealing your ass to him.

“You bad little girl,” He sneers, his large hand coming down with a slap on your ass. You jerk forward with the impact, wincing a bit.

“Didn’t I tell you not to fuck with those EXO boys?” he asks, slapping you again. Your ass shakes with the impact from his hand, your skin reddening with each slap.

“Huh?” He prompts when you don’t respond, slapping down even harder.

“Yes,” you cry out, tears springing into your eyes.

“Master-” You whine, but he shakes his head, slapping her harder.

“Shut up,” he orders. He takes a few moments to rub his hand soothingly over your ass, before winding up and slapping it back harshly. You groan and close your eyes, biting your lip to keep in a scream.

“You just don’t like to listen, do you kitten?” he seethes, “well now I’m gonna have to punish you. Daddy is going to fuck you right here into this couch, but you’re not allowed to finish.”

“Master,” you whine again, but Namjoon takes his free hand and slaps it over your mouth.

“I. Said. Shut. Up.”

Namjoon spanks you fifty times before he’s satisfied. When he is, he stands you up, then standing up himself.

“Im gonna punish you so bad, you’ll not be able to walk tomorrow.” He bends you so that your face is pushed in the cushion of the couch. He grabs your neck firmly and uses the other hand to snap your bra off. When you are completely naked, he undresses himself, letting his cock flop onto his leg.

He takes his member in his hand, pumping it a few times before starting to push it into your pussy. You hiss when the head pops in, but he doesn’t relent. He only stops when his dick is fully engulfed inside of you. He starts pumping in and out, whining in relief as your rim pulled deliciously on his shaft. He groans, throwing his head back in pleasure.

You were moaning into the couch cushions, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as Namjoon didn’t waste any time in finding your g spot.

Namjoon’s hips were slapping hard into your ass as he fucked you relentlessly. He moved with amazing speed as he fucked all of the anger out of him.

“Master-,” You whine yet again. Namjoon’s eyes darken when you do this. He takes his long fingers and shoves them into your mouth.

“Suck,” he demands, and you slowly sucks on his digits. He then pops his now wet fingers out of your mouth, and uses them to rub your swollen clit, making your knees go weak with the pleasure.

“You like it when daddy fucks you like this?” Namjoon yells over the loud sound of his skin slapping against yours. You try to look up at him, but he has a firm hold on your neck, and doesn’t allow for it. So you simply nods.

Namjoon continues fucking you roughly into the couch, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he reached closer and closer to his climax.

He’s pushed over the edge, shooting white hot ropes inside of you, continually thrusting, coaxing himself through his orgasm.

True to his word, he pulls his dick from inside of you before you can finish. You whine at the loss, but Namjoon doesn’t seem to care. He simply stands you up, pulls your pants up, and kisses your forehead.

“See what happens when you don’t listen to daddy?” He asks, caressing your cheek. You nod.

“Excuse me?” He asks.

“Yes master.” He smiles and lightly pats your cheek.

“Now,” he starts walking away, “I better not catch you touching yourself. If I do, I might just have to punish you again.” He leaves the room, satisfied with himself as he hears you whimper and sit back down on the couch.

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The Pregnancy Card; Moriarty X Reader

Requested by Anon:  I would ask for a oneshot where Jim Moriarty is pampering his pregnant wife, then they end up taking a walk and finding Sherlock Holmes that which is very confusing <3


You and your husband, Jim Moriarty, sat in your living room watching Netflix while he was trying to rub out a knot in your back. “Do you want to get out of here?” he asked you.

“The last time someone asked me that I was drugged and met my husband,” you told him.

“No seriously. We’ve been cooped up in this flat forever now. Let’s go on a walk around Regent’s park.”

“Jim, I’m 7 months pregnant. Walks around the park are becoming quite the challenge.”

“Oh come on Y/N,” he urged.

“Fine,” you sighed, eventually giving in. You heaved yourself off the couch and walked towards the front door and looked down at your shoes.

After staring at them for a good 5 minutes Jim finally noticed what you were doing. “Do you need help?”

“Oh god yes!”

You and Jim finally reached the park and began a nice walk around the entirety of the park. “Can we take a break?” you asked Jim, sitting down on a nearby bench.

“Of course my darling,” he said, kissing you on the cheek. You leaned your head back and breathed in the fresh air before Jim hit your side repeatedly. “Y/N! Y/N!”

“What it is Jim?” He answered by just rising a finger down the path. You sighed at the sight of the one and only Sherlock Holmes.

“Jim… Can’t we just take a walk in the park without your obsession with Sherlock Holmes becoming a problem?”

“But Y/N!” Jim tried to argue.

“No Jim! A walk in the park with your pregnant wife! That’s all I ask.”

“… Fine,” Jim finally answered. “But only because you pulled the pregnancy card!”

anonymous asked:

pastel blue + youngjae? ♡

Originally posted by holyfuckmark


The day was finally over and you could feel yourself sinking further into the couch your eyes were getting heavy when you heard the front door open, it had to be around eleven at night so there was only one person it could be; Youngjae. He always managed to sneak in when he was done with practice if he was able to, you heard him kick his shoes off then walk into the living room quietly you lifted your head with a sleepy smile. “Hey,” your voice was quiet a sweet smile curved his face; he was so angelic you could barely stand it.

“Hey,” he murmured walking over to you sitting on the couch, moving closer to him you snuggled into his chest his arm coming around you, “how was work today?”

You shrugged a little,”you were right,” you told him gently as you played with the hem of his shirt then looked up to meet his eyes with a sigh, “that guy asked me out, he gave me this then told me not to say no just yet,” reaching in your pocket you pulled out a pastel blue bracelet. It was adorned with silver and white too but the pastel blue was something that happened to stick out.

A small grin curved his features, “I knew it, he watched you way too much when we went to that party, you told him you have a boyfriend right?” his eyebrows raised, he wasn’t even slightly concerned with the fact that this guy was trying to ask you out because he knew you’d tell him no the second you got the chance. Though sometimes he felt pride that others wanted you but weren’t able to have you; he felt a pang of jealousy. The realization that this guy could give you things he couldn’t; like a public relationship.

“I’m going to tell him on Monday, and I did try but he kept talking over me he was so persistent but it’s fine. I’ll tell him when I go back to work and return the bracelet,” you said to him smiling a little before leaning forward pressing your lips against his gently, he returned the kiss eagerly

“I missed you today, and since tomorrow is my off day…” Youngjae trailed off and suddenly his angelic features turned devious as he wiggled his eyebrows at you forcing a laugh to escape your lips as he pressed a series of delicate kisses to your mouth before deepening it.

1- Are your feet always this cold? 

@657mg - 1 and Sherlock because I get cold feet easily. I love this blog btw:)))

Anon- Sherlock #1 please :)

Thank you for requesting and thank you @657mg , you’re too kind!

-Mrs. Holmes

“I think that was our worst one this week,” You spoke tiredly, throwing your body onto the sofa as John and Sherlock walked behind you.
Sherlock merely rolled his eyes at your exaggeration as he took off his coat and threw it over the arm of his chair.
John, however, took off his coat and hung it safely on the hook on the wall before responding to you.
“This one did have a lot more dead bodies in it.” He agreed, walking into the kitchen to retrieve something to eat or maybe some tea. 
“That’s what makes them interesting!” Sherlock called after him, removing his suit jacket and throwing it over his trenchcoat.
You were already getting comfortable on the couch, throwing off your shoes and stretching your body in an odd position.
Sherlock shot you a look, narrowing his eyes as he watched you twist your back in order to pop it. 
“Sore muscles,” You remarked, before finally laying on your side and curling up into a ball. 
“You look like a child,” Sherlock observed, before sitting down on the couch himself and relaxing back against the cushions.
You smiled at his insult, having heard it a few times. 
“You’re losing originality,” You shot back to him, uncurling your body and lying straight on your back. You straightened out your legs as well, placing your bare feet in Sherlock’s lap.
He froze momentarily, you had never done this to him before and the action was making him increasingly uncomfortable.
With one small glare at you, he grabbed ahold of your feet with both hands, planning to move them away from his lap.
But, he jumped back once he touched the frigid skin.
“For God’s sake! Are your feet always this cold?” He asked, sounding about as shocked as he could possibly sound.
You chuckled at his reaction, your feet still remaining in his lap as you gave him an amused expression.
“They’re always cold,” You confirmed to him, wiggling your toes slightly for dramatic effect as he gave you his signature furrowed brows.
“You might have a circulation problem, you should look into that,” Sherlock advised, his hands going to your feet as he covered your cold skin with his warm palms.
You stared at Sherlock, a small smile on your lips as he looked straight ahead and tried to massage warmth into your freezing feet.
He simply sighed and tried to act like he wasn’t noticing the soft expression you were giving him.
You opened your mouth to either tease him or thank him, most likely to do both.
But, you were interrupted by John walking into the living room, a muffin in his hand as froze at the sight of you and Sherlock.
“Are you…?” He began, looking shocked and a bit startled as Sherlock continued to massage your feet expressionlessly.
“Giving her a foot massage?” He questioned in a tone of disbelief.
Sherlock instantly looked up, a sharp glare going straight to John.
“Not a word to anyone.” He warned harshly. 

anonymous asked:

Hi, I saw that your requests were open so I wanted to request a scenario? Can I have I have a Joshua scenario where his gf comes home and had had a super bad day (trains being cancelles thus being late to class, loosing her bus pass and just a lot of stress from uni) and as soon as she comes home she just gets into bed and hides under the covers, refusing to get out? I just had a super bad week last week so I feel like I needed a bit of Joshua in my life. Thank you, love your writing!

I’m sorry that this took so long, but I hope Joshua is still welcome in your life! ❤︎ Hope your weeks have been better lately, Anon ;;


Joshua was sitting on the couch in your shared apartment when he heard the door open and close. He lifted his eyes from the book he was reading to the door, where you were toeing your shoes off and letting your back fall to the floor without much care.

“Welcome home, Y/N,” he said cheerfully, like he always did whenever he was able to greet you.

However, much contrary to usual, you didn’t answer, and merely went to the bedroom and shut the door behind yourself. Joshua frowned with worry starting to build up in his chest and shut the book, placing it on the coffee table before heading to the bedroom.

You were lying on the bed, curled into a ball with the covers as tight around your body as you had been able to get them. Joshua sighed inaudibly at the sight; he should’ve seen from the way you were hastily taking your outerwear off that something was wrong.

With his heart getting heavier with worry each passing second, Joshua got on the bed and wrapped his arms around you through the covers. Knowing that he was there holding you was comforting, but somehow you felt even more broken than you had before he had joined you.

“How was your day?” Joshua asked quietly with a calm tone, running his hand soothingly up and down what he knew to be your back.

His question had you holding back tears. How had your day been, indeed? If you had to describe it with one word, you would’ve referred to it as a disaster. You had been late to your class because your usual train was cancelled along with the one after that, and naturally your professor hadn’t been too happy about it. You had also somehow managed to lose your bus pass and had a dozen too many assignments to turn in in a short time, not to mention the exams that were looming around the corner and the professors that expected you to excel and… You were so done; it was too much for one day when you were utterly exhausted to begin with.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you choked out, doing your utmost best to sound at least somewhat calm and collected, even though you knew Joshua was probably already aware that the situation was the exact opposite. You weren’t calm, you were far from it. He continued the soothing movement of his hand and you felt him press a bit better against you.

“Won’t you come out of there?” he asked with a hopeful tone and could only wince when you gave him a “No” that turned out quite a bit harsher than you had intended. You bit your lip and cursed at yourself mentally. He hadn’t done anything to make your day worse, quite the opposite actually, and yet… You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

“Come on, baby, tell me what’s wrong,” Joshua continued, sounding just as calm and sweet as he had when he had first asked you about your day, despite the fact that you were being rather non-cooperative. His understanding knew no boundaries, and while you’d normally smile at his sweetness, that same sweetness now made you cry.

Joshua’s heart ached when he felt you shake under the covers and heard your quiet sobs that only got louder when he hugged you tighter. “Whatever it is, it’ll be fine. I’m here for you. It’ll be fine…”

His voice was soft as he continued telling you comforting things, saying that it would be fine, that he’d always be by your side and that it was okay to cry if had to - that it was okay show your vulnerability when you could no longer stay strong, and that he would help you through it all.

You were quiet, more focused on listening to his words and letting the exhausted, upset tears fall than trying to figure out what to say. Besides, what could you even say when someone was being too sweet for words? Joshua went on and on, his voice slowly getting quieter until it was barely audible, and his hand never ceased the soothing stroking.

Little by little, you calmed down, your eyes a bit swollen and the beginning of a headache already starting to form around your temples. You sniffled, snuggling closer to Joshua, although it was quite a challenge considering you were curled into a ball, under blanket, with his arms around you.

“Thank you,” you managed to say, and let out a shaky sigh when Joshua chuckled and told you it was nothing. “I love you.”

Joshua smiled to himself and stopped his hand, pressing his head on top of your body as he held you close. When your sniffles could only be heard every now and then, he shifted a little and managed to move the covers down a little, since your resistance was long gone. You looked up to his sympathetic eyes when he lay down next to you again, caressing your cheeks with his hands, rubbing the stained skin gently.

“I love you, too,” he said before leaning closer to kiss the tip of your nose lightly, holding you close. Your lips started trembling and a whine left your lips as you kissed him sweetly and hugged him tightly, as if your life depended on him. He could taste the slight saltiness of your tears but paid no mind to it, rubbing circles into your back instead.

Slowly, you broke the kiss and rested your cheek against his chest, finding comfort in the calm rhythm of his heart. There had been a lot of times when you had asked yourself what you had done to deserve someone as amazing as Joshua in your life, but the very moment made you ask that the most. He was practically an angel, and you felt like you were only a burden. You tried to shrug the feeling off - you had had that conversation with Joshua more than once during your relationship, and the conclusion was always that he loved you more than anything, and since you returned those feelings, it was fine.

You sniffled again, and he stroked his fingers through your hair. “So, do you want to talk about it?”

You held the back of his shirt tightly and shook your head. “Later.”

“Okay,” he whispered with a small smile as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. He pulled you closer, and you relaxed in his arms little by little, giving in to the exhaustion that soon made you fall asleep.

“Good night,” he whispered, knowing that you wouldn’t hear it, and rested his lips against the top of your head as he  closed his own eyes as well.

It wasn’t the most usual time to go to sleep, seeing that it was barely even seven in the evening, but he knew you needed it, and saw no harm in joining you.


Admin Scooter

terrible, horrible, no good, very bad

Today is Mod Rach’s birthday, so here’s her present; have some Percabeth everyone! Read it here on AO3.

When Annabeth opened the door to their apartment, she expected a lot more noise than the sound of the radiator running. Man, did they have to get that thing fixed, it sounded like the Minotaur with a head cold.

Percy wasn’t exactly a quiet housemate. He was always up and doing something, whether it was sitting on the couch and playing video games or singing “Part of Your World” at the top of his lungs as he cooked dinner. The quiet in the apartment was eerie. Annabeth let her bag fall off her shoulder to the floor and kicked off her shoes before entering.

She checked all the usual places that Percy might’ve left a note: the refrigerator, the XBox 360, under a fancy paperweight they had gotten in Greece. Nada.

There weren’t any signs of Percy in the living room or kitchenette, which left the bedroom and the bathroom. Percy was the kind of person to fall asleep while taking a bath, though luckily he couldn’t accidentally drown from it. Annabeth wouldn’t worry yet.

She found him in the bedroom. At the sight of him, she got worried.

Percy was curled up on himself in a fetal position, one arm covering his head. His body was a small bump in a mountain of blankets piled on top. For a split second, Annabeth was more than a little impressed that Percy managed to construct a blanket fort of such size…but a fort like this would mean…

“Percy? Are you feeling alright?” Annabeth asked softly. The lump that was her boyfriend moved a bit as Percy curled up tighter at the sound of her voice.

“Percy, please, talk to me.” Annabeth tried again. She walked to the bed and sat down, placing one hand on Percy’s shoulders. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

“Don’t feel good.” Percy said, almost inaudibly.

That could’ve meant a number of things when it came to Percy. She checked the back of Percy’s neck for a fever but didn’t find one. Goose bumps rose to the surface of Percy’s skin, and he pulled away a little. “Cold,” He muttered.

“Sorry,” Annabeth said, pulling her hand away. She rubbed her hands together to get some blood flowing to them. “This isn’t sick-not feeling good, this is PTSD-not feeling good.”

It wasn’t phrased as a question, but Percy nodded anyways. “Today is a bad day.” He said from under his blankets.

He squirmed under the covers for a second to shift and look at Annabeth. She took in the sight of his red-rimmed eyes, unshaven face and the frown tugging the corners of his mouth down. He looked so small and so upset, Annabeth felt the overbearing need to hold him and never let go.

She thought back to their time in Tartarus (she’d like to say she’d forgotten about it, but she can’t and probably never will) when Percy was giving his all to keep her safe. Of course, she wasn’t exactly a damsel in distress but everything he did, he did it to make sure she was safe. She’d done a fair share of saving his ass, of course, but maybe it was time to start a new tab.

Percy had taken his PTSD diagnosis with a sardonic chuckle and an offhand comment of, “We can add it to the list of things that fuck up my life. A triple threat.”

But later that night, with a panic attack so severe Annabeth had had to call Sally to talk Percy out of it, they both realized that maybe this was bigger than the both of them.

Being a half-blood is dangerous. Most of the time it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways. Other times, it causes things that are even worse.

“Do you know what triggered it?” Annabeth asked. They had a list going of Percy’s triggers. The list wasn’t huge so far, but the stuff that was on it was common enough that they sometimes had trouble learning to adjust around them.

“Burned myself making some fucking eggs. All of a sudden I was back at the River Phlegethon.” Percy said, bitterly. “I fucking hate this. I want to get better.”

“You will,” Annabeth said, “You will. Probably not right away, and it might never go away but one day you’ll get to a point where you have more good days than bad ones and you don’t feel so controlled by this. You’re not your diagnosis, Seaweed Brain.”

“For a pep talk that made me feel even shittier.” Percy said, covering his face with a blanket.

“Sorry.”

“Can’t help that I’m better at impromptu speeches than you are.” Percy said, poking his head back out of the covers. There was a small smile on his face, showing the barest hint of Percy’s usual grin. The knot in Annabeth’s stomach lessened a little.

Percy raised the mountain of blankets up enough to make room for Annabeth to slide in, “Cuddle with me?”

Annabeth leaned down to kiss her boyfriend’s forehead, “Yeah, ok.”

She shucked off her t-shirt and jeans because Percy had a vendetta against cuddling in bed with clothes on. Down to her underwear, she slid in and slotted herself against Percy. He was down to his boxers, his Flounder ones that he’d been given a Christmas before as a gag gift but quickly became his favorite pair.

They settled so Percy could put his face between her breasts and wrap his arms around her middle. It was Percy’s favorite thing to do when they cuddled and Annabeth didn’t mind, even if his stubble was kind of scratchy. She could kiss the top of his head like this and massage the back of his neck, which made him breathe out, long and slow.

The tension in his muscles gave out as he relaxed into her. For the moment, the crashing tide inside of Percy had calmed down to a gentle roll of waves on the shore.

“I love you,” Percy mumbled into her chest.

“Me or my boobs?” Annabeth laughed. She felt Percy smile against her before he said, “Mm, both.”

“We all love you too.” Annabeth said. Percy laughed, quietly with a small shake of his shoulders. He pulled her closer to him. She threw one of her legs over his side.

They fell asleep like that, hopelessly tangled and hopelessly in love, but a little less hopeless in how they would figure everything out.

All You Need

p: luke
request: nah
warning: none

The apartment was silent when you walked in - a stark contrast to the constant sirens outside.  Granted, it was late and Luke was probably in bed, given the fact that he had been working 15 hour days for the last three weeks just to try and make ends meet. There was still a part of you that expected him to have fallen asleep on the couch while watching reruns of bad reality TV, but you had insisted that he didn’t wait up for you to get home from work.  You simply kicked your shoes off at the doorway and made your way to your shared bedroom.  

You were both struggling.  Struggling to make ends meet- struggling to have enough money to pay for the dodgy apartment and buy food and pay the utility bills, but you had each other and it was all you needed.

The door to the bedroom was open and the lights were off, so your bare feet padded across the matted carpet in the light provided by the yellow streetlamp outside. When you got closer to your ‘bed’ (nothing more than a mattress on the floor),  your heart melted at the sight before you.  Luke had his back pressed against the paint chipped wall and his head hung down in front of him.  He had his headphones in, and his iPod resting on his lap.  Just from the way he was sitting you could tell he was absolutely exhausted; he had to be.  He worked harder than anyone you knew, just to make sure you weren’t able to live in confidence that you wouldn’t lose your home.  

You gently climbed onto the mattress without waking him, but when you pulled his first headphone out of his ear, he stirred awake.  You sighed apologetically as he smiled sleepily and pulled his other headphone out. 

“Sorry, baby,” you whisper as you cup his cheek.  “You looked so peaceful.”  Luke simply smiles and nuzzles his cheek into your palm.  His stubble irritates your hand, but you can’t bring yourself to pull away.  You can never pull away from Luke. 

“S’okay,” he mumbles sleepily.  “I missed you today.”  His post-nap voice brings butterflies to your stomach.  He reaches out to wrap his arms around your waist and pulls you into his lap, where he then places a soft kiss on your lips.  “A lot.” 

“I missed you too,” you reply as you rest your forehead against his.  Your hands find the barely-there curls on the nape of his neck and your fingers loop easily through them.  He was in desperate need of a haircut, and so were you, but you couldn’t afford that luxury at the moment. “How about I go get ready for bed and then we can cuddle?” 

“I think that’s the best idea I’ve heard all day,” he smiles.  You peck his lip quickly and softly again before climbing off the mattress and making your way to your semi-functioning bathroom.

You weren’t sure how long you were in the bathroom for.  All you did was brush your teeth, wash your face and get changed into more comfortable clothes, but by the time you had walked back into your bedroom, Luke had made himself comfortable under the duvet and fallen back to sleep.  He was on his side with his arms spread out before him and his mouth slightly open.  His breathing was rhythmic and heavy and he looked so childlike - the most peaceful you had seen him for a long time. You were hesitant about getting back into bed and disturbing his sleep for the second time in one night.  The idea of being next to Luke, though, wrapped up in his arms as you slept was too dominant in your mind, so you pulled back the covers and adjusted Luke’s arms gently.  

Luke sighed heavily in his sleep, or at least if he was awake he still had his eyes closed, as you moved closer to him.  You pressed your head to his broad, bare chest and sighed with content.  Your hands traced patterns up his side in attempt to lull him into a deeper sleep than he already was. 

You didn’t need a fancy car, or a luxury house or even reliable hot running water.  You had to work insane hours, and Luke had to deal with some of the dodgiest people in town but you were happy with each other.  You knew that your troubled days would soon pass - you were confident that Luke’s music would take off, no matter how unrealistic everyone said you were.  You trusted Luke and believed in him.  You knew your boss would eventually notice how hard you worked for him and promote you to a better paying job.  Luke said everything was going to be okay, so everything was going to be okay.  It was hard not to be okay with Luke in your life. 

“I love you, baby.”  You barely heard it.  It was breathy, it was quiet, it was sleepy but it was there.  It was all you needed. 

“I love you, Luke,” was your immediate reply, and was all he needed before you both fell into a deep, well deserved slumber. 

Shattered ||| Sirius Black

‘I hate you, I love you,
I hate that I want you
You want her, you need her
And I’ll never be her’

Pairing: Sirius x Reader
Request: no
(Y/N) your name (Y/H/C) your hair color (Y/E/C) your eye color (Y/N/N) your nick name

°°°

“(Y/N), come cuddle with me love,” Sirius shouted across the common room as you walked in with Remus.

Remus shot you a knowing look as you made your way over to Sirius. Your crush on Sirius was rapidly becoming something more, and you thought he felt the same. He was always wanting you to cuddle with him, or go with the other marauders on their solo trips to hogsmeade, and sometimes he would send Lily to get you from your dorm room if he was having an especially hard night.

You set your bag down onto the floor, and kicked your shoes off. Settling back onto the couch, you laid your head on his chest as he threw a blanket over your legs and went back to his conversation with James. He subconsciously ran a hand across your back as you played with the rings on his fingers, both of you listening intently to James recount of his fight with Snivellus. Just another Thursday night in the Gryffindor common room.


It was Friday night, so you made your way up the stairs to the boys dorms. Every Friday without fail, you and Sirius laid in his bed sharing stories and sweets. That was the routine, had been for nearly two months. Tonight, you had brought a few muggle board games, hoping to teach Sirius how to play. He was always really interested in learning everything he could about the muggle world, mainly so he could embarrass his mother by talking about it around company.

“Hey Sirius are you ready -” you opened the door, your words instantly stopping at the sight before you. “I um, sorry I’ll just, yeah.”

You turned around, slamming the door as you bolted down the steps back to your dorm. You couldn’t believe it. You didn’t want to. Sirius had a Ravenclaw pinned down on his bed, her shirt pulled open and he was on top of her. You felt like you were going to be sick.

“Hey (Y/N) why are you back down here?” Remus asked as you walked past, pressing the board games closer to your chest.

 Remus quickly stood, following you to your dorm. The charms didn’t turn the stairs into a slide like they usually do, and you assumed the wards knew he had good intentions. You had just made it into your room, when he spun you around gently. He brought up his hand, wiping away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen.

“What happened love?” Remus whispered, guiding you towards your bed. You took a shuddering breath, leaning against him as you sat down.

“He wasn’t alone,” you sniffed, gripping the ends of your sweater tightly. Remus pulled you closer, letting out a disappointed sigh.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), if I would’ve known-” he started, running his fingers through your (Y/C/H) locks lightly. You cut him off with a soft shake of your head. This wasn’t his fault.

“I should’ve known he didn’t see me that way Moony, it’s not your fault,” you assured, wrapping your arms tighter around him.

“I thought he did (Y/N),” Remus whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He held you in silence for a bit, his fingers staying in your hair.

You must’ve fallen asleep at some point, as you woke up laying across his chest. You lifted your head slightly, looking towards the window. It was dark, too dark to be close to sunrise. You guessed it was around two or three in the morning. You let out a quiet sigh, laying your head back down as you snuggled into your side. You were grateful for your best friend.

When you woke up again it was due to Remus shifting in his sleep. You sat up, poking his cheek lightly, giggling softly as he scrunched his face up. You decided to tickle him, knowing that would wake him up. Pressing your fingers into his sides, he jumped up quickly, nearly falling from the bed as you let out a bark of laughter.

“Good morning sunshine, don’t wanna miss breakfast do we?” You asked innocently, beaming at him as he narrowed his eyes.

“You are evil,” he spoke, his eyes alight with amusement.

“Thank you.”

The two of you got dressed in more comfortable clothes, having fallen asleep in your uniforms, and met back up in the common room. It seemed almost everyone was already at breakfast, as you two seemed to be the only ones in the common room. You took the sweater Remus carried, pulling it over your tank top.

“You look like a dork,” you teased, poking his side playfully.

“Oh you’re one to talk Miss sweater paws,” he retorted, throwing an arm over your shoulder as the two of you walked down to the Great Hall.

“I’ll have you know many boys find this look attractive,” you stated, walking into the hall.

“Exactly, boys (Y/N), not men,” he joked, his laughter stopping as he turned the two of you around. “Why don’t you go back up to the common room, I’ll grab a plate and bring it back up for us?”

“What? Why can’t I just eat here?” You groaned, not wanting to tackle the stairs again just yet. You turned back around, continuing to your usual seat when your eyes locked on Sirius and everything rushed back.

“On second thought, I’ll meet you in the common room,” you whispered, heading back out. Remus gave you a pitying look, nodding as you tore out of the room.

After about fifteen minutes, you heard a knock at your door. You opened the door, expecting Remus. Instead, you were met with a pair of familiar grey eyes. You were tempted to shut the door in his face, but instead stood to the side as he walked in.

“Remus said I needed to talk to you, oh and he sent me with these,” Sirius spoke, handing you a plate of muffins and fruit. You took them, nodding your thanks.

“Did he say anything else?” You inquired, taking great interest in the blueberry’s in your muffin.

“No, just that I needed to talk to you and that I needed to figure it out,” he replied, taking a seat beside you. “Is it because I broke our plans? I mean, I figured you would understand, and it was only once.”

“Sirius, can I ask you something?” You looked at him, your (Y/C/E) eyes staring into his.

“Of course (Y/N/N).”

“Did you know? How I felt I mean,” you askeded, your voice strong. You watched him bite his lip, glancing away slightly. “Don’t lie to me either.”

“I had a feeling, but I wasn’t sure.” He mumbled, looking anywhere but you. You took a shaky breath, closing your eyes.

“How long?” You whispered, opening your eyes after a moment of silence.

“How bloody long?” You snapped, your pain slowly being replaced by anger.

“A few weeks,” he mumbled, looking up at you with shame written across his features.

“And you still let me fall for you harder, you cuddled with me daily, you came to me when you had nightmares and with your family issues, you let me vent to you, and never once did you drop any hint that you wanted us to just be friends,” you growled, blinking back tears. “What’s worse, is you let me walk in on you with some girl, and you knew how I felt.”

“(Y/N) I wasn’t thinking I didn’t -” Sirius rushed, wincing when you let out a sad laugh.

“Just go Sirius,” you laughed, wiping your tears with the sleeve of Remus’ sweater, trying to hold back the worst of it.

“Please, just listen to me,” he begged, taking your free hand in his.

“Don’t touch me Black,” you snapped, jerking your hand from his grasp. “I don’t want to see you, just go.”

Sirius stood, clenching his jaw as you glared up at him. He whispered a soft ‘I’m sorry,’ as he walked out of the door. When you knew he was out of earshot, you let out a violent sob. You barely registered the pair of arms around you, as you broke down. Why did you have to fall for Sirius Black.

Something About You

Pairing: Sam x Reader 

Prompt: You both need some stress relief and relationships are a hassle, what could go wrong?

Tags: AU: Stanford, smut, friends with benefits, oh dear

Words: 1695

Note: I’ve been watching too much House lately. 

Originally posted by murdockvigilante

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