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Bygones of the Sun | 02 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 5.0k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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punsbulletsandpointythings  asked:

Your myth retellings are gorgeous. Would you tell another please? Maybe something with Hermes?

Pandora is made from earth, shaped by the hands of Hephaestus and made in the image of his beloved wife. Aphrodite gifts her with grace and charisma. Athena teaches her to weave and bestows cleverness upon her.

She stands in front of Hermes, and the god frowns and touches her with a single fingertip on her chin, moving her head one way than the other. “They’ll eat you alive,” he says, and she doesn’t understand.

She tilts her head to the side and smiles a vacant smile. All of the cleverness in the world will do her no good without any context. “We are the same,” she says, pressing a hand to Hermes’s chest. She is made from earth and has the skin to mach. He is a celestial god, and his skin is the same rich shade of brown.

He did not ask to be born any more than his mother asked to bare him. His creation, just like hers, is at the whims of Zeus. All for some little lost fire, all because Prometheus wanted his people to be warm, and, well, he is the god of the thieves after all –

So he gifts her with deceit, with selfishness, with cunning. Her smile leaves her face all at once as she’s filled with self-awareness. “He’ll be angry with you,” she says, “I am not what you were supposed to make.”

“Gods have short memories,” he says, and doesn’t bother to hide the contempt in his voice. “Do not worry about me, gifted child. You have larger problems than my fate.”

He has turned her from something pure into – something more like him. Her face darkens even further as her perfectly crafted mind slots all the pieces together, and he can’t help but find her lovely. It’s how she was made, after all. “I can’t stop it, can I? Whatever they’re planning for me to do?”

“No,” Hermes says, “but now you might be able to survive it.”

“Will I want to?” she asks, and he doesn’t answer. She doesn’t expect him too.

~

She hides from everyone, lives in a cave at the edge of the city. The gods had called her the first woman, but that’s not true, she can see.

There are women. They smile and laugh have work roughened hands. She aches to join them, but she has the beauty of a goddess. They will know. If she joins them, they will know she is not of them, and it will set into motion whatever trap Zeus has planned.

She is not human, not in the same way, molded from clay by a god’s hands. But she is of humans, and not eager to bestow upon them the harm she’s destined to bring them. She bathes in streams where only nymphs reside, steals into the city in the cloak of night and pilfers from the baker’s trash.

“When they said they sent my brother a wife,” a low, amused voice says too close behind her one night, “I had not expected a begger.”

She whirls around, hard bread clenched tight in front of her, an incredibly inefficient shield. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees him, dark and tall and eyes like the night sky. He looks like Hermes. Like her. “Who are you?” she demands. They’re in an alley corner, and of her gifts flight is not among them. She’ll have to fight him to get away.

She’s not afraid of him. Maybe another mortal would be, cornered in the middle of the night by a man she doesn’t know. But she’s no normal mortal woman, and besides – he has something comforting about him, like the hearthfire attended by Hestia. Something warm.

“I am Prometheus,” says the man, and no wonder he reminds her of fire. “What do they call you?”

“You are meant to be in the deepest pits of Hades’s realm,” she snaps, and shifts her grip on the stale bread so that she can throw it at him. He’s the whole reason she’s here to begin with, him and his thievery.

He shrugs and walks closer to her, watching her like one would watch a wild animal. Good. Here, in this dark alley where no one would find a cooling body until morning, it is he that should be afraid. “Gods forget,” he says, “and Hades had grown cold in his place beneath the earth.”

She pauses, considers. “You stole fire for Hades?”

“No,” he corrects, “I stole fire for the people. But Hades benefited as well. Enough that he was willing to forget the terms of my punishment.”

“What do you want?” she asks for the second time. “Why are you here?”

He stops, too close to her, “The question is why are you here?”

She steps into his space now, following him as he backs away from her, “I am here because of you, fire-stealer, because gods may forget but they do not forgive, and I am the punishment they have unleashed upon the world.”

“What a punishment you are,” he says, looking at her lips, and she forgets to hate him only long enough to kiss him.

~

Hermes watches her, watches them. He doesn’t know Zeus’s plan, if this is part of it or not, but he watches her, and he worries. He thinks it is, he can see Aphrodite’s magic clinging to Pandora, but he doesn’t know why.

He would go to his mother, but she’s always difficult to find, Gaea preferring to live in streams and rivers rather than face the man she bore a son for. But his mother’s father, on the other hand, is always in the same place.

“Grandfather,” Hermes greets, touching lightly down onto the earth, “How are you?”

“How am I always, boy?” Atlas grunts out, legs and arms straining as he holds up the sky above the earth. “Tired.”

Hermes lips quirk up the corners. Some days, he thinks he’s more Atlas’s grandson than he’s Zeus’s son. “I need some advice, Grandfather.”

Atlas raises an eyebrow, “I’m listening.”

So Hermes tells him everything, from beginning to end, because he can’t figure out what his father’s plan is, but Atlas might. He’s known the man for longer, at least.

Atlas nods, slow, and says, “A bride of gods, a gifted child. I can think of only one reason to create such a child.” Hermes waits. Atlas sighs and says, “There is a jar, within Olympus, that becomes sealed when it leaves the realm of the gods. After that, only a being neither mortal nor celestial may open it.”

“What are they planning to put inside?” Hermes demands, heart spiking. What are they planning to unleash upon the unsuspecting earth?

His grandfather smirks, “It doesn’t matter. What matters is this – what are you going to put inside?”

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|| needy ||

{summary: i’ve never been so needy before in my life.}

A lot of readers want more fuckboi!peter parker, so here’s || absolutely || written in his pov 👅👅👅

im also gonna put this out there but cartel’s [[the perfect mistake]] is fuckboi!peter parker’s theme song ♡

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**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. Reblogs are fine**

warnings: mentions of sexual content, explicit language & attempts at an attack

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Despite everything that’s being said about me (even if most of them are true), I genuinely did love Liz Allan, and she was honestly the first one I have ever been intimate with.

I met her on the academic decathlon team and recall joining it solely for the purpose of getting closer her, the team’s captain. I was in love with the waves of her dark hair and constantly imagined what her smooth, mocha skin would taste like against my lips.

When we started dating, it was like a dream come for me.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Please could I request headcanons of the RFA+V+Saeran first date with MC?

Oh, boy! First dates! I hope I do this justice for you, anon~! (: Sorry it takes me so long to finish these requests. I am a college student who is trying to prepare for the sweet release of death finals. Anywho, I tried to make these worth the wait but I still feel like a potate.

Ø  ~~~YOOSUNG~~~

  • After he finished up the semester, he vowed to take you on a dream date.
  • He suggested just about everything, and you had to calm him down.
  • “We can see a movie, and go to dinner, and go bowling, and I’ll see if Jumin can lend us a limousine! Do you think he would? Oh! We can—“
  • “Yoosung… Sweetie, just breathe for a minute. Do either of us have the money for this?”
  • He was silent for a moment.
  • “Er… Then how about a picnic?”
  • There we go, Yoosung. Thinking inside the wallet.
  • The two of you met at the park. He found a lush, green field for you two and laid down a large blanket.
  • He sat down a huge basket, and you were wondering what on earth he could have brought that would need that much space.
  • As if reading your thoughts, he began babbling at high-speed.
  • “I made sandwiches, gimbap—meat and without meat, I didn’t think to ask if you were vegan, sorry—mandoo, gaeran mari, some musubi.. Hmmm, oh, and rice cakes!! I also made—“
  • He continued on for a moment, listing off the menu as he pulled it straight from the basket.
  • You place a finger to his lips to silence him, and you could have sworn he almost jumped out of his skin.
  • “Yoosung!” you blurt. “Let’s just eat!”
  • His cheeks were an adorable shade of red, and his shoulders trembled.
  • He reminded you of a nervous little Chihuahua, and it honestly made you giggle a bit.
  • The two of you sat down to eat, and you noticed he looked really drained.
  • “Did you get enough sleep? Did you play LOLOL all night again?”
  • He gave a sheepish smile and gestured to the food laid out all around on the blanket.
  • “Not this time… I was up all night making this for us. I wanted it to be perfect, so I had to restart a few times… It isn’t too bland is it? Did I make it pretty enough?”
  • “Yoosung,” you breathe, quite shocked at the amount of effort he put into some picnic snacks. You shake your head in disbelief. How could any guy be so incredibly sweet?
  • “It is perfect. This entire day is perfect. Thank you so much.”
  • Yoosung looks entirely flattered, trying his best not to smile from ear to ear, looking down at his gimbap and toying with a lace on his shoes.
  • This man is completely flawless in your eyes, and you are so proud of him. You decide you want to hang onto him for as long as humanly possible.

Ø  ~~~ZEN~~~

  • He asked you out through a phone call.
  • You had to mute the phone to keep from squealing right in his ear.
  • The two of you end up parking in front of a large building. He didn’t tell you what the place was.
  • Zen is a complete gentleman, opening doors for you and holding your hand every chance he gets, commenting on how beautiful you look.
  • Which he better have, because you spent ages primping for this guy.
  • He leads you inside, and immediately you know what the place is.
  • There are cymbals stacked up in the corner of the main hall, piano benches and music stands propped against the walls.
  • He smiles at you knowingly, then leads you into a small room with just a piano and a couple of chairs.
  • “Pull a chair up and sit beside me… I want to play something for you.”
  • You follow his instructions and sit in the chair beside his, just a bit behind him since he was sitting in front of the piano—you didn’t want to get in the way.
  • His lips quirk up once more, a dazzling smile that shows the pearly whites of his teeth.
  • Your heart thumps against your chest as his bright crimson eyes gaze softly into yours.
  • “Don’t think I’m a creep just yet, but… I couldn’t get you out of my mind. So…”
  • He turns around and taps out a few notes and chords, making sure of the key for what he was about to play.
  • “Ahem, I… I wrote this for you.”
  • Your eyes widened. He wrote you a song?! And he actually sounds nervous about it?!
  • Without further explanation, he began playing before he could chicken out completely.
  • It’s magnificent… The sweet melody fills the room, a major key that could lift even the most broken of spirits.
  • Zen was slightly slouched, fingers gliding over the keys as if it was second nature, swaying along gently to the music.
  • You press a hand over your mouth, smiling like a giddy little girl as you watch him play with such deep emotion. It was like seeing a whole new Zen.
  • He looks entirely vulnerable before you, all of his emotions spilling out with every chord he creates.
  • Suddenly, a smooth, deep voice resounds throughout the room. He’s singing.
  • He adorns his suave baritone voice with vibrato, singing each note with utter grace and perfection…  
  • God, he sounds just like an angel…
  • You didn’t notice the tears falling from your eyes until the song was complete.
  • He turns around and looks at you, tears brimming in his own eyes.
  • He smiles again, knowing exactly what you’re feeling.
  • He’s feeling it too.
  • You leap forward and wrap your arms around his neck.
  • He laughs and embraces you as well.
  • “I love you, Zen…”
  • “Mm, not as much as I love you…”

Ø  ~~~JAEHEE~~~

  • Coffee shop?
  • WRONG.
  • The two of you are going to the sPA BECAUSE YOU BOTH DESERVE A BREAK.
  • After hearing how much Jumin was overworking Jaehee, the whole thing was your idea. Your bae was so!! stressed!!
  • You needed to relax anyway.
  • You planned it as a “date,” but the two of you hadn’t disclosed any romantic feelings for each other.
  • You wanted her to know how you felt, but at the same it terrified you.
  • What if she doesn’t like you back? You don’t deal very well with rejection..
  • The two of you got manicures and pedicures together.
  • It surprised you when you heard her giggle and apologize.
  • Apparently, her legs are very ticklish.
  • And it’s so cute.
  • Her laugh is so bubbly, and the way she curls her legs up to avoid being tickled just warms your heart.
  • You love seeing her happy.
  • The only thing that started to bother you was when the two of you went for massages.
  • Both of you had to undress at least partially and be rubbed down by another person in order to receive a massage.
  • Jaehee was going to be pawed at by someone else with only a thin sheet in between the two of them.
  • [MC rage mode activated]
  • You could hardly enjoy the massage because of it, especially when Jaehee let out little moans when the masseuse worked out the stress from her shoulders.
  • That should be me making her feel like that, you thought.
  • Finally the two of you got some alone time in a mud bath.
  • She was reluctant to get in at first.
  • “Jaehee… They don’t just pick up some dirt and throw it in here with water. This is good for your skin!”
  • “Good… mud?”
  • This sweetheart had never been to a spa before. You were so glad to treat her.
  • She got in and immediately the warmth of the mud soothed her tension.
  • She is now leaning back against the edge of the bath. She’s had her eyes closed for several minutes; you could only assume she fell asleep.
  • “… You’re so cute when you’re sleeping…”
  • “Hm?”
  • “Oh! Nothing!”
  • MC, you big idiot. It’s a good thing she didn’t hear that!
  • “Ah, I’m so relaxed. I haven’t felt like this in year,” she hums. “Thank you so much, MC. I could just kiss you right now.”
  • “Why don’t you?”
  • MC, REALLY? You just love suffering, don’t you? Just love digging holes for yourself—
  • Jaehee laughs. She looks over at you with a wide smile and sees your blush.
  • It is so endearing to her. You’re just so adorable and shy. Why can’t you just tell her what you’re feeling?
  • “It’s the least I could do for someone like you,” she says, and your eyes widen to comic proportions.
  • She softly laughs again and leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
  • [MC liquesce mode activated]
  • (∗∕∕⊙∕◡∕⊙∕∕)

Ø  ~~~JUMIN~~~

  • Fancy dinner date with the executive director of C&R~
  • It was surreal. Jumin ordered and sent you a nice, black dress with matching heels and light jewelry. He even arranged a limousine to drive you two there.
  • You really felt like it was too much, but Jumin insisted that you just relax and indulge for tonight. This was your first date and he wanted to make it special for the both of you in any way possible.
  • It was like you were in a fairy-tale
  • You would have believed that Jumin was prince charming if he hadn’t been looking so grumpy all night.
  • Finally, after the two of you were halfway through your dinner, the wine you were drinking gave you enough confidence to ask him why he looked so pissy.
  • “Is it me? Do you not like me…?”
  • “MC, that’s ridiculous. You’re the most important woman in the world to me…”
  • “It’s just…”
  • He closes his eyes briefly and sighs, placing his silverware down. He very suddenly pins you with a hard gaze, taking you aback.
  • “I misjudged the length… Your dress is too short. These dogs keep staring.”
  • Sure enough, there were men in this nice establishment who were low-class enough to check out a lady. And another man’s lady at that!
  • You pull your dress down over your knees, trying to keep full coverage of your thighs while you sat at the table.
  • You are very uncomfortable.
  • The corner of Jumin’s lips twitch upward slightly, and he flattens the back of his hand on the table in front of you.
  • “Give me your hand. They’ll stop looking.”
  • You are all for that.
  • You place your palm gently in his, and a blush creeps over your face.
  • He squeezes your hand softly, caressing it as if it was a sacred treasure. He runs his thumb over your knuckles, back and forth while his silvery eyes watch your nerves settle down.
  • This feels really nice.
  • “They’re not looking anymore,” you sigh, relieved.
  • Jumin’s smile widens, and you feel your flesh rise as he brings your hand up and presses your fingers against his lips.
  • So warm and soft…
  • Your blush returns as your mind drifts, fantasizing about that tantalizing warmth against your own lips.
  • “Good,” he murmurs, voice deep and foreboding. “I’m the only one who should see you like that.”

Ø  ~~~SEVEN~~~

  • Your phone lit up with brightly in the middle of a message, a festive image of a roller coaster behind some obnoxious-colored text…. Ugh, spam???
  • YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN! CLICK BELOW TO CLAIM YOUR PRIZE!!!”
  • You try to exit the pop-up, but unfortunately, it wouldn’t leave your screen.
  • You sigh and humor the ad, pressing the button.
  • YOU’VE WON…”
  • … Is that a drumroll..?
  • ONE OF MANY FREE DATES WITH 707!!!”
  • Oh my god, Seven, you freaking dork.
  • You couldn’t help but smile and laugh, covering your mouth to hide a goofy grin so wide that it made your cheeks hurt.
  • Seven swings by the apartment and picks you up the next day, then floors it to your destination.
  • A theme park?? So that’s what the roller coaster was about.
  • You felt nauseous. He better not drag you on any roller co—
  • aaaaaaaaaaaand first stop, roller coaster.
  • “NOPE, NO. NO, SEVEN ZERO SEVEN, YOU BETTER STOP—AAGH.”
  • He’s dragging you along, insisting it will be fun! He says if you come along, he has a top secret surprise for you~
  • You muster up the courage, but you’re still shivering like crazy.
  • He holds your hand, a gesture that turns you red in the face. His palm is so warm against your own, and his fingers laced around yours perfectly. He is such a good hand-holder what the hell
  • He was distracting you with his unassuming charm until you realized you were seated and strapped down in the coaster.
  • You start cursing under your breath, and Seven gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.
  • “Baaaabe, you’ll be fine! It’ll be worth it!”
  • The ride begins. You scream, he laughs, all the while gripping each other’s hand tightly.
  • You come out trembling, but he seems to have gotten a huge rush. He laughs and swings your hand to and fro as you walk.
  • “You made it! See, it wasn’t so bad! Ready for your surprise, MC?”
  • You glare up at him, and you see him grinning. What the hell is he up to?
  • He brings you to the side of the nearest building, away from the crowd, then gingerly tilts your chin up.
  • You blush, unable to be angry anymore as you gaze into his hypnotic golden eyes. He’s going to kiss me, oh my god, he’s going to kiss me!!
  • He comes closer, his nose bumping against yours, and your breath hitches. You can feel your lips tingling with anticipation.
  • Seven builds up the moment, letting the heat of his breath ghost over your lips for what seemed like an eternity.
  • You were on fire, wanting to just kiss him senseless, but he held you firmly in place.
  • Finally, he moved closer and—
  • He gave a swift peck to your nose and backed away.
  • REALLY.
  • You looked entirely offended, making him burst out laughing.
  • “Pffftt ha ha ha!! Tell you what,” he said, collecting himself. “If you go on another one, I’ll give you the real surprise.”
  • You were about to refuse, but then he slid the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip. You groaned quietly.
  • “Maybe just one more…”

Ø  ~~~V~~~

  • Nature hikes!
  • He still had a bit of sight left in one eye—enough to get him around.
  • Plus, you were always there to guide him if he needed it.
  • Turns out, he knew the trail fairly well, so only a small amount of sight was needed to be able to maneuver around the trees and roots with ease.
  • This boy would not let your hand go, and it was the sweetest thing. He wanted you to stay close to him, as if he was afraid you were the one who would get lost.
  • The trees began to thin, and soon you two were atop a large hill overlooking the city.
  • It was so beautiful, you felt like you were on top of the world.
  • Well, with V by your side, you may as well be.
  • “MC, stand over here.”
  • You walked in front of the scenic view of the city and stopped, looking at V expectantly.
  • “Now, smile!”
  • He had taken his camera out and was positioning it over his left eye.
  • You smile, and he takes the picture.
  • He doesn’t bother to see at how it turned out; with you in it, it will undoubtedly be perfect.
  • “Beautiful,” he says, and joins you where you’re standing.
  • He holds his camera up and snaps a photograph of the both of you.
  • “This one is for you.” He grabs the photo and hands it to you. A third of his face was cut from the picture, but it was still something to remember this by.
  • Your first date with the man you’ll spend forever with. You clutched the picture to your chest, making a mental note to get a frame for it.
  • Suddenly, V’s shoulders started shaking, and his breathing became erratic.
  • You placed a hand on his shoulder, looking at him with concern.
  • “V, are you all right?”
  • As he looks over at you, you saw a smile on his face. He was laughing, with a single tear spilling down his cheek.
  • You didn’t know how to react, so you wrapped him up in an embrace that he returned immediately.
  • “We haven’t known each other for very long, but I can tell…” His voice was quivering in your ear.
  • “I can tell that I don’t ever want to forget your face. I don’t ever want to forget the way you smile when you see me. Or the way you laugh when I make some pathetic joke… I don’t ever want to forget the way your eyes light up like the stars of a million galaxies when I speak. I don’t want to forget… Please tell me I won’t forget.”
  • “V…”
  • The two of you spent the entire day and night together. He never took his eyes off of you. No matter where you went or what you did, as long as you were in sight, his eyes belonged to you. And for as long as his sight lasts, he will pledge himself to committing every one of your details to memory. He will never forget your face.

Ø  ~~~SAERAN~~~

  • It’s almost midnight when you hear little taps on your window.
  • Curious, you peer outside and are immediately met with two dazzling aquamarine eyes.
  • You nearly have a heart attack.
  • This beautiful white-haired man is smiling softly, gesturing for you to open your window.
  • Should you? He looks dangerous, but… Something inside you wants to know who he is and what he wants. Could this be the hacker that led you to this place?
  • You crack open the window, just enough to hear him speak. Your grip is tight, so that you can close and lock it immediately if the need arises.
  • “MC, I see you’re adjusting well. Why don’t you come outside?”
  • “Y-you’re Unknown?”
  • “Ah, clever little thing, aren’t you? Come on out. I won’t hurt you~”
  • Will he? Come on, MC… Don’t be stupid. You can’t possibly do what he says. He’s the hacker! You have to call Seven!…
  • Before you could even process what was happening, he pushes the window open more and grabs your hand, jerking you forward so abruptly that you almost knock your head on the window.
  • “But… If you rat me out, I might hurt you a little~!” He giggles, and your blood runs cold.
  • “I’ll come out, I’ll do it! Just… let me go, please.”
  • He releases your arm and pries the window open enough for you to get out.
  • “And leave your phone inside…”
  • You’re both outside now, and he takes your hand gently in his as he guides you along.
  • You find it odd how gentle he turned out to be after getting you outside—maybe he won’t hurt you after all. But where is he taking you?
  • “I imagine you have a lot of questions. I’ve got a little time to kill, so I’ll clear some things up.”
  • The night went by with you and this stranger hand in hand, strolling through the town in the dead of night.
  • He seemed to be glowing, ethereal under the moonlight. His mystery fueled your curiosity, and so the two of you quietly spoke as you made your way along.
  • Soon, you return to the apartment building. You notice how reluctant you are to leave this mystery man. You had enjoyed the company, and moreover you had grown accustomed to his touch.
  • Which all but makes you groan disappointedly as he lets your hand go.
  • He takes notices and chuckles, forcing a chill down your spine.
  • “You like me, don’t you? You don’t want me to leave. Mm… Would you like me to join you in your bedroom for the night?” His voice is low and sultry, whispering a proposition into your ear that makes your face heat up like crazy.
  • Yes. Yes. God, yes.
  • You open your mouth, but are far too flustered to speak. Absolutely no sound comes out. He knows what this means…
  • The two of you are now inside, lips crashing onto the others’ in the heat of the moment.
  • His mouth is like a bittersweet poison, dripping with sugary venom, driving your senses wild.
  • Everywhere he touches sets your body on fire. Why, why are you doing this? This isn’t you.
  • But the sense of danger and mystery just sucks you in entirely. This man makes you weak and entirely submissive to his will.
  • He pushes you onto your bed, then crawls on top of you and pins your wrists firmly to the mattress.
  • You are helpless and feeble, docile and obedient.
  • You’re loving this.
  • You can’t get enough of his taste, tongue dancing around yours in a scorching sensation that only the two of you can feel.
  • His teeth bite at your flesh, leaving trails of bright red love marks over your neck and throat.
  • You crave more, so much more, lifting your body to rub against his, then he stops.
  • The two of you panting is the only sound heard throughout the silence.
  • You want to say his name, but you realize that you don’t even know it yet.
  • “That’s enough for tonight,” he murmurs, picking himself up from the bed.
  • You sit up, reaching out to him, your face a blushing mess.
  • “W-wait! Where are you going?”
  • He lifts the window, and just as he is about to disappear, he flashes you a wicked grin.
  • “Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll come get you soon..~”
Lena Comforts Kara Pre- and Post-Rescue

She wants to tell her it’s not a good time.

She wants to tell her she has to go.

Because it’s complicated enough.

This balance of Kara Danvers and Supergirl.

She wants to tell her another time, that she has to go, but she can’t.

Can’t, because she needs Lena’s voice like she needs to find Alex, and she thinks maybe, maybe, she can start to understand why Maggie needs Alex so badly.

“It’s not a good time, actually, Lena, but um… I can… I’m so sorry, but I could use some…”

“Kara? What is it, what’s wrong? What do you need?”

Her voice breaks in her throat on the words as they try to come out.

Because she’s already destroyed Alex by exposing herself to Rick. Even if it was an accident.

She couldn’t afford accidents.

Not even, apparently, accidents that happened a decade ago.

“Where are you, Kara? Should I come meet you? I can leave right now – ”

“No, no, I just… just tell me, Lena.”

“Tell you what, Kara?” Her voice is nectar and her voice is comfort, and her voice is Kara’s cocoon, her refuge, her place to hide from the fact that her sister is dying, slowly and terribly, and it’s entirely her fault and there’s nothing she can do to stop it.

“Tell me it’s going to work out. Tell me it’s going to be okay?”

Her voice cracks into the question, and she doesn’t even have the emotional reserves left to be embarrassed.

“Kara, it… yes. Yes, it’s going to be okay. Everything’s going to be okay.”

Lena sounds baffled and she maybe sounds a little bit scared, but Kara will make it up to her.

When Alex is safe.

When Lena’s words become reality and everything is okay again.

“Lena?”

“Yes Kara?”

“You promise?”

There’s a pause, and Kara wonders what Lena’s doing. Where she is. How she looks. If she has that look on her face that Kara has come to think of as her own.

Lena’s Kara Danvers Look.

“Yes, Kara. I promise.”

“Thank you. I… I have to go. Lena. Thank you.”

“Always, Kara. Always.”

She still sounds baffled, but she also sounds sincere.

Because she is.

It steels Kara for the rest of her day.

And it encourages Kara to call her back, after she’s spent a night with her sister and her sister’s girlfriend, both her and Maggie protecting Alex from nightmares. Protecting themselves from nightmares (and failing).

She calls Lena back, then, because Alex’s body is curled into Maggie’s, and they love each other – Kara didn’t understand, before, didn’t see it, not really, not like this, but now? now, there is no doubt in her mind and no doubt in her heart – and they, too, deserve the alone time she’d had with Alex the evening before.

So she calls Lena, and Lena picks up on the first ring, and Kara’s heart flies faster than her body.

“Kara, I was just thinking of you. Are you alright? Did everything work out yesterday?”

Kara glances back into Alex’s apartment with her x-ray vision and smiles at the image of Maggie’s arms still shielding Alex’s body.

“It did. Yeah. Thank you so much for… I don’t know, I guess I was kind of weird – ”

“No, not at all. Difficult times call for reassurance from… friends. It’s understandable, Kara, you have nothing to apologize for.”

She smiles and she tries not to blush and she fidgets because god, she hopes Lena wants to see her half as badly as she wants to see Lena.

“You wanted advice about something?” she reminds her, and Lena brushes her off.

“That resolved itself, too,” she tells her, and Kara can almost feel her thinking.

“Listen, Kara, I know it’s not our usual day and time, but… there’s this new brunch place I was hoping we could try – ”

“Yes! Absolutely! As long as there’s no kale this time – ”

“There will not be a leaf of kale in sight, I promise you,” Lena pledges.

Kara’s just glad at least one of Lena’s promises from the last couple of days has been true: everything did work out alright, but Kara did see kale. A lot of it.

But Lena valiantly maneuvered orders to keep it off Kara’s plate, ensuring that she only got the fluffiest pancakes, the crispiest waffles, and the freshest orange juice.

“Do you want to talk about whatever happened that had you so upset?” she asks when their laughter about Kara’s war against kale fades.

“You have so much going on, Lena, after Jack – ”

“That doesn’t mean you don’t have a lot going on, too, Kara. I don’t only want to be here for you when things are easy for me, you know. That’s not what I want to be to you.” She clears her throat. “That’s not the kind of friend I want to be to you.”

Kara’s heart sinks, and she can’t – or won’t – quite identify why.

“I…” She picks at her pancakes without eating them, and that’s when Lena is sure something dreadful must have happened. She puts her hands over Kara’s and swipes her thumbs across the backs of her hands.

“What is it, Kara?”

“My sister was in trouble. She… she almost died, it… and it was my fault, I was stupid, I put her in that situation, and then I made it worse, and her girlfriend was right the whole time but I didn’t listen to her, and it’s okay now, everything’s okay now, like you promised, but I just… Lena, it was my fault. All of it. My sister could have died – and even as it is, she suffered so much – and it was my fault.”

Lena’s eyes mist and she stares at the woman she’s come to hold in such high regard. Higher regard than she’s ever held anyone, really. She doesn’t stop to wonder about that, because she can’t.

She can’t lose this friendship. No. Absolutely not.

“You know, when Lex… made a name for himself…” Lena pulls a slight face at her own euphemism, and Kara smiles softly, turning her hands up so her palms are touching Lena’s, so she can stroke Lena’s hands with her own thumbs, too.

Neither of them acknowledge out loud that they’re holding hands, now, though neither of them can quite take their eyes off the sight for a long moment.

“I was convinced,” Lena presses on, because she cannot lose Kara’s friendship, “that it was my fault.”

“What?”

Lena smiles at Kara’s indigence. “When someone tells you all the wrongs in the world are on your shoulders enough times, Kara, it’s quite easy to start believing it.”

Kara thinks of the woman in front of her, and her eyes swim.

She thinks of her sister and Eliza, and her eyes nearly drown.

Drowning.

No.

She forces her entire mind back to Lena.

“You know it’s not true though, right? Even if it felt that way, Lena, it’s not your fault. None of it.”

Lena smiles and leans forward, whispering like they’re sharing an intimate secret.

Whispering like she’d whispered that Kara was her hero.

It melts Kara from the inside out, in all the most pleasant ways.

“Well, similar logic would suggest that what your sister endured wasn’t your fault either, Kara Danvers.”

Kara smiles and shakes her head softly before she looks up and squeals because her second order of waffles has arrived.

“I’ll never understand how you manage to eat all that, Kara, but I must say, it’s extremely endearing.”

Her smile is wholesome and her smile is adoring.

Her smile, to put it plainly, is perfect.

Kara beams and, appetite somewhat restored under the watchful, caring eyes of this woman who promised her everything would be alright, shovels a forkful of both pancake and waffle into her mouth.

She barely chews, takes a gigantic swallow, and grins.

“You’ll understand one day,” she says, and Lena believes her.

Special Instructions (1/?)

Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website.  (AO3)
Rating: M (eventually)
Word Count: ~1700

This has been burning a hole on my desktop for a couple months now and I just really felt like if I didn’t start posting it would probably never get finished… I’m a couple chapters in with the writing but I think this is going to end up being like between 10 and 15 chapters, all roughly the same length if I can pull it. We’ll see how that goes. Anyway, this was gonna just be like a cheesy smut fic originally but I apparently like to overthink things and it became slightly cuter of an idea…

@stubble-sandwich THANKS FOR LETTING ME GUSH ABOUT THIS STUPID IDEA WITH YOU. Look at me, finally posting the fuckin pizza guy au… christ…

Special instructions: pls make smiley face with pepperoni, i could use something happy right now

She’d typically have left the box blank but Emma was currently full of self-pity and a little too drunk to really care how she appeared to the rest of the world.

Two years she’d spent with Walsh. Two years of warm embraces and whispered I love you’s and sweet kisses and integrating him into her close-knit group of friends despite some heavy resistance – especially from David; she reminded herself to give her brother a hug later for trying – and for what? 

For him to just “reconnect” with his ex at what was supposed to be their engagement party?

“I’m so sorry, Em. I never meant to hurt you like this. It just… happened. I can’t help how I feel.”

She scoffed in disgust. What an asshole. A total prick.

She finished off her fifth – sixth? – bottle of beer and popped open another. Maybe after another few she’d forget the sight of him with his tongue down that other woman’s throat. Maybe she’d forget the shock and guilt on his face when she’d dropped her glass of champagne at seeing them together, stunned to see her betrothed blatantly cheating on her by the bathrooms while their party guests mulled about in the main room, completely clueless.

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fandoms-stoll-my-life  asked:

Can you do the RFA + V with an MC who CANNOT sleep in a house alone. Like she's paranoid about someone breaking in, watching her in her sleep, etc. So by the party she's sleep deprived and close to passing out.

Wow look at cat mom actually doing stuff!! Much productive such write!! Sorry for not being active lately due to some personal matters and overall crappy health, but I promise to try my best from now on.

Onto your request: Yikes I want to wrap this MC in a blanket and put her to sleep like omg who gives a damn about this party lol. Anyways, here you go, love! I ignored everything that happened in each party because that would’ve changed… well, your entire request, especially in certain routes. Just think of it as a neutral party? Taking Jaehee’s route as an example.

- Admin Cat Mom.

Yoosung

  • the moment is perfect and this baby boy is more than ready to become a Manly Man and give you that well-deserved kiss you both have been waiting for.
  • and he’s going for it, he wraps his arms around you and leans in for a kiss, but right before closing his eyes he notices how drained you look.
  • the bags under your eyes can be seen from space oh dear god.
  • of course the stupid kiss doesn’t matter anymore.
  • and he beats himself up for not noticing it before?
  • immediately starts interrogating you.
  • sweetie you’re not helping let poor MC at least process the questions.
  • instead of answering any of them, you mumble something unintelligible and hold tightly to his arms.
  • you got like two hours of sleep last night, your eyelids are heavy and your whole body feels like jelly so you’re thankful for the extra support.
  • but while your busy letting yourself go in his arms, he straight up freaks out because—are you passing out right now, MC?
  • oh god oH GOD PLEASE DON’T.
  • WHAT DOES A MAN HAVE TO DO HERE TO GET A CHAIR FOR HIS LADY
  • once he takes you somewhere quiet, gets you a chair, and makes certain you’re somewhat more stable, he squats down in front of you and holds your hand, stroking it softly as he listens to what’s been troubling you.
  • if only he would’ve known sooner…
  • “I’m so sorry you had to go through that by yourself, MC.”
  • you can see true anguish in every corner of his face.
  • after a brief discussion with the rest of RFA, he offers to take you home and promises to stay with you until you feel better.
  • and even though he doesn’t say this out loud, he would gladly, ahem, sleep right next to you if it’ll make you feel safe and sound.

Zen

  • this place is so crowded and noisy and holY SHIT you look like you’re dying, MC, what the hell happened?
  • he’s eavesdropping on you and it’s quite evident you’re trying your best to make conversation with guests but you’re so disconnected from everything, stuttering and fidgeting and spacing out.
  • so he approaches you and carefully places a hand on your shoulder to help you out a little and pull you back to earth.
  • and… you startle at his touch and screech, he screeches as well and backs up, everybody goes quiet, things get awkward, suddenly the concept of spontaneous combustion sounds nice and fitting.
  • in order to avoid making things worse, though, he smiles for the guests, suggests them to try the food and takes you somewhere less crowded.
  • it’s not really a pleasant talk because you feel so dizzy and you’re afraid he may start nagging you for not getting enough sleep.
  • yet not surprisingly enough, he gets mad at everyone but you.
  • he’s mad at seven and v for leaving you all alone in someone else’s apartment and refusing to reveal your location
  • what was the point of that anyway?
  • he’s also mad at himself for not being there for you.
  • and while he rattles on and on about RFA’s irresponsible and careless members, your legs start feeling heavy and your vision gets blurry.
  • whoops, there goes MC who is now all passed out on the floor.
  • OH SHIT.
  • nope nope nope he’s getting you out of there rIGHT NOW.
  • not a chance he’s letting you stay at the party, you need a good ol’ beauty sleep to recharge and get better.

Jaehee

  • she’s been in your position more times than she can count.
  • it’s pretty obvious she recognizes all the signs of a sleep deprived individual.
  • and she’s honestly the sweetest and most caring of them all?
  • like honey, you’ve done more than enough for this huge success of a party, you’re even trying to socialize and interact with guests while struggling to stand and walk.
  • everything’s been taken care of and the guys are handling the party just fine, you don’t need to worry and you’re going home right. now.
  • because having you wander around while close to passing out could do more harm than you leaving early.
  • when she mentions driving you somewhere nearby rika’s apartment so you can get some sleep, your face immediately drops.
  • oh…?
  • she’s quick to pick up your reaction and asks for an explanation.
  • after you provide her one, she deadpan nods and grabs you by the arm.
  • okay then it’s settled, she has no choice but to take you to her place.
  • when you both arrive, she puts you to bed and offers you a warm cup of tea to help you relax before heading out.
  • except she barely makes it two inches far from her bed because there’s something desperately pulling her sleeve.
  • she hesitates for a moment and urges you that you’re safe here, there are no bomb threats or possible intruders or hackers slash kidnappers waiting for the right time to take you away.
  • plus they’re expecting her at the party.
  • but… you’re persistent and you seem genuinely distressed thus she can’t just go on with her day knowing you’re feeling unsafe.
  • so she lies down next to you and lets you rest your head on her chest, and she promises to stay by your side until you wake up.
  • her heart is pounding like crazy and her cheeks are bright red, poor thing may explode at any given second but it’s okay it’s all good, it feels nice having you this close.
  • you soon fall asleep together and it’s the cutest thing.

Jumin

  • as soon as he arrives, he eagerly starts looking for you.
  • an alluring being among the crowd he simply cannot wait to meet, where can they be? you can tell how anxious he is just by looking at his left cuff.
  • he’s fidgeting with it nonstop.
  • he asks about your whereabouts to every RFA member and guest he encounters without any luck.
  • until he bumps into seven and pops out the same question yet again.
  • “there,” he answers while pointing at his back.
  • five seconds later you crash into him, both of you losing balance for a moment.
  • “are you drunk, MC?”
  • though harsh and quite direct, he tries to be discreet about it.
  • and in his defense, you do look a bit drunk and disoriented.
  • this isn’t how he imagined getting to meet you.
  • still, he’s a gentleman resolved to help you avoid embarrassment and discomfort, and instead of dwelling on the reasons behind your current state right there, he escorts you outside to have a talk.
  • what? what do you mean you’ve barely slept in the past two weeks?
  • he refrains from lecturing you because 1) you look like you could faint at any minute and 2) he doesn’t want to upset someone who’s already upset enough, it’d be no help.
  • “you should’ve called, why didn’t you? I would’ve kept you company.”
  • you know it’s serious when executive director jumin han is willing to sacrifice his sleep and tight schedule just to make sure you’re having a good night’s sleep.
  • but since “it’s no use crying over spilled milk” his words and he has zero fucks to give, he suggests fleeing from the party.
  • no worries he ends up calling jaehee to let her know you’re feeling unwell.
  • after getting into his car, you fall asleep on his shoulder.
  • he stays still and watches you sleep in silence, a cute, barely noticeable smile across his face.

Seven

  • oh noes.
  • he’s seen that “do i want death or am i already dead who the hell knows at this point” look you’re pulling off.
  • where, you may be wondering? oh, that’s right, in the fucking mirror every goddamn night for the past fifteen years of his life.
  • you look like a zombie wandering around the room, you’re bumping into people and making a mess your way.
  • you haven’t even realized there’s a wine stain on your pretty clothes.
  • YOU. NEED. HELP.
  • otherwise, he’s afraid you’ll pass out cold and the last thing you need right now is a concussion, so he comes up to you and greets you with one of his dumb jokes in order to lift your spirit.
  • it kinda works but you’re still looking… well, dead, and moody.
  • a moody zombie? yeah, that’s about it.
  • refusing to give up on you just yet, he grabs your hand and promises to stay by your side throughout the whole night so you can lean on him, literally, whenever you feel like you’re about to faint.
  • what was that? do you want to leave early instead? that’s cool too, jaehee will take care of everything don’t you worry, my brave soldier.
  • defender of justice seven zero seven’s got your back!!
  • you eventually leave the party together but you don’t go very far, instead, you lay down on a park nearby to contemplate the sky.
  • he’s telling you stories about the clouds idly passing by when he hears a sweet little snore.
  • it’s you!! you’ve fallen asleep on his chest, aw.
  • all the blood in his system gathers on his cheeks and he is now all red, you can’t tell his hair apart from his face.
  • and in order to keep you warm and well protected, he embraces you with both arms and kisses your head.
  • later on he falls asleep too because he’s just as sleep deprived as you.

V

  • surprise surprise! much to everyone’s expectations, lovely boy has decided to show up to the party!
  • and he’s so excited to meet you after hearing so many positive things about you and how you’ve put every ounce of energy into RFA’s party.
  • he needs to thank you properly!!
  • spotting you amidst the guests isn’t really hard as there’s a bunch of people gathered in the center of the room making commotion.
  • apparently, someone has fainted? he can hear yoosung screaming and asking people to make some room, zen is yelling something about CPR, and jaehee is rushing to the crowd while dialing what it seems to be 119.
  • what in the world…?
  • determined to do some damage control, he hurries to reach jaehee and tries to find out what the hell is going on.
  • “it appears MC has passed out and we don’t know the reason.”
  • no need to say more.
  • he kindly but firmly asks people to stay back so that you can get some air, and he also sends yoosung to get you a chair to sit on.
  • zen is in charge of bringing you a glass of water because boy needs to calm the eff down.
  • five minutes later he manages to sit you upright in a chair, away from the crowd and where you can get some fresh air.
  • six pairs of concerned eyes are piercing right through you while you try to regain consciousness, only one of them hidden behind sunglasses.
  • you may not see those eyes clearly, but they carry the most guilt out of all of them.
  • in his usual soft caring voice, he does an attempt to ask you what’s wrong, and as he gets the answer he was expecting, he frowns and strokes your hair.
  • “why didn’t you say anything? we could’ve helped you.”
  • were it not for the mess he’s sunken in thanks to rika, he would’ve gone to the apartment himself to make sure you were getting some sleep.
Sherlolly Appreciation Week, Day 7- Free Choice

I was recently inspired by this post made by @mychakk about how things could have gone if Molly simply never picked up the phone during that scene in TFP. I came up with a somewhat angsty idea of how things might have played out in that scene and also for Sherlock afterward. Hope everyone enjoys it, and happy final day of Sherlolly Appreciation Week!! :D


Unsaid

John watched as a final scream of pain ripped through Sherlock’s body. He staggered backward, his back soon colliding with concrete and causing him to slide down to the floor with a strangled sob. The floor was littered with shreds of the cheap wooden coffin. The practical choice, for someone unsentimental about the necessity of disposal. John had wanted it ripped apart almost as badly as Sherlock. The truth was that none of them wanted that coffin to be a reality.

None of the three men wanted to think of the fact that Molly Hooper was now headed for one just like it.

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Work Comes Home - Part 8

Summary: You work for the company that publishes Hamilton: The Revolution.

Words: Approx. 6100

Author’s Note: Thanks to everyone who read this over (@ourforgottenboleros​, @secretschuylersister​, @letsgiggletogether​: your enthusiasm and excitement honestly helps me to write this. @iwrotemywayto-revolution​ THANK YOU for fixing my horrible grammar - you’re amazing.) Let me know if there’s any little mistakes, I can go in and fix later <3

Ask Me Anything

Disclaimer: I’m sorry for any pain, there’s a few more parts left in this story so please stay with me. Feel free to yell at me all you like because I UNDERSTAND. Again, the timeline is definitely a little weird and artistic liberties were obviously taken in reference to the publishing industry. 

Warnings: Angst, maybe swearing

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Mawiage

-Read on ff.net here

@bleebug. A little extension of the pancake moment. And for @spartanguard for chest hair comments. Because.  And for: @this-too-too-sullied-flesh on her birthday.

Rating: M

He really doesn’t care.

The Charmings have dragged them all throughout town for the past few weeks and pestered him with questions he seldom had an answer to. What kind of flowers did he like? What was his favourite cake flavour? What colour did he want to wear? (Okay, that one he had cared, but he thought the answer of black was bloody obvious.) Who did he want to invite?

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Help Me [Draco x Reader, Two]

A/N: ENJOY THE ANGST

Word Count: 1,446

Warnings: A N G S T. Self blame. Tears (lots of ‘em). Harry x Reader (I mean this is technically a love triangle series but–)

Summary: Part two to Break Me.

Chapter One / Three / Four / Five

Tags: @fandomlover03 @tiny-strawberry- @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night @1amorales1

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“A year, Harry! A year! I can’t believe it I just- What did I do wrong?!” She paced back in forth, unknowing if she should scream or cry. The Golden Trio looked at each other and then looked back at (Name) sympathetically.

“This may not be the best time, but I feel like I should say I told you so,” Ron muttered. (Name) looked at him, tears welling up before she broke down completely. Hermione smacked him on the arm exclaiming “Ronald Weasley!” under her breath. Ron looked panicked at the sight of (Name).

She sat on the ground, breathing heavily while tears rolled down her cheeks. Her nose, eyes, and lips had become a bit puffy and pink from crying. Her breaths were shaky and heavy. They came in uneven patterns, and Harry recognized this immediately.

“No no no, (Name).” He was crouched beside her, gently shaking her shoulders. “Stop, you have to stop. Breath, please.”

(Name) was having panic attack.

“(Name), breath.” He inhaled and exhaled with her, shoulders loosening as she did just that. Her sobs resolved into shaky breaths and small hiccups. She couldn’t form words as her breath got caught in her throat in the middle of her words. He left Hermione and Ron to her as he went off to find the culprit of all this mess.


Draco didn’t regret what he had done. He really didn’t. But he was still doubtful. Should he take action? Should he had just ended it with her? Why Parkinson if all people? He didn’t even refer to her by her first name. They weren’t close.

But the sex. The sex is what drove him. There weren’t any strings attached like it was with (Name). He didn’t have to worry about hurting Parkinson’s feelings. Parkinson would willingly put out for him.

But in the end, was it all worth it?

Draco wasn’t a completely cold hearted person-He did feel bad. But was it for himself, or was it for (Name)?

“Malfoy! What have you done!” Before he could even snap out of his thoughts, his shoulders were shoved back on the brick wall. Draco didn’t have time to comprehend what was happening before Harry Potter was shouting in his face. “You worthless little rodent. You idiot!” Harry usually wasn’t a person to confront someone with violence, but this needed to be done.

He punched him. Straight across the jaw, Draco’s head turned to the side swiftly at the impact. Harry had to refrain from holding his knuckles, as the punch had hurt him to.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Potter?! What is wrong with you?!”

“No, what is wrong with you? You’re so pathetic, I just-” Harry’s rage was rising at a fast rate. He drew his fist back once more, and Draco flinched.

Cold, soft hands gently grasped his own. “Harry!” The voice was hoarse. It cracked like glass, yet it was still sweet and smooth.

He turned his head to see (Name), all in her glory, looking at him with wide eyes. She still looked like a mess, but that was understandable.

Both of her dainty hands covered his fist, restraining him.

“Gosh, Harry! We could hear you all the way from the common room!” Hermione exclaimed, both her and Ron behind (Name).

Harry looked from Hermione, to Draco, then to (Name). Her eyes were wide and scared and her lips were quivering. Slowly, he lowered his arm.

Draco looked at you. The way she looked at Harry with sparking eyes-

People say that once something is no longer theirs, it becomes more valuable in the holders eye.

It wasn’t fair. How could his heart do this to him? Not even a week ago he was rolling his eyes at how clingy and annoying (Name) was, yet now she looked like a diamond in the rough. Even with messy hair, puffy lips, and some dark rings under her eyes, he couldn’t help but see (Name) as he saw her the first day he met her.

Beautiful.

“Let’s just go back to the rooms.” Her voice was as soft as a flower petal. Harry looked at her, eyes wary. “Please.” He frowned deeply and pet (Name) lower his hand for him. Harry made eye contract with Draco once more before he grabbed your upper arm and hastily walked away.


She was broken. He did this, didn’t he? Of course he did–Who else could have done it? Potter? 

No, impossible. Obviously. The way you looked at him… A look like that, no one would ever know she was broken.

Draco held the cloth to his nose. Why was this happening to him, the boy whose life was supposed to be perfect and glamourous? He was supposed to be shameless and perfect. He was supposed to get everything he wanted without a second blink.

At least, that’s what everyone made his life out to be.

But what did he want now?

Did he want (Name)? Parkinson? Or did he just want answers?

He felt like he should know what he wanted in an instant, and that everything should work out perfectly and in the end, he should be happy.

But that’s simply not how life worked, not that he acknowledged it.


“Do you still love him?” Ron asked.

“Of course I do. It was a year.” Her voice cracked at the last word and she wiped at her eyes. So many thoughts ran through her head that she couldn’t even think of one alone. 

On one side, she was ashamed for acting like this. She had never intended to get attached this much, but she did, and now she was paying for it. 

(Name) walked with other people to class now. Normally, she would be with Draco or at least remotely near him, but even the thought of him at this point made her head spin. 

(Name) wasn’t bubbly, nor cheery, nor was she smiling. Her makeup was visibly less perfected and her overall appearance just looked… Off.

It hurt Harry to see her blame herself. She always told him that she must have done something wrong. She asked what she had done to upset Draco. Every time he tried to reassure her that it was anything but her fault, she just shook her head and softly disagreed with him. 

However, that wasn’t the worst part. 

No, the worst part had to be that along the way, (Name) had captured the feelings of Harry Potter. 

He knew it was wrong, and he knew it was inappropriate, and he knew it was the wrong time. 

But he just couldn’t help it. Everything about her to him was just perfection, and she didn’t realize how astounding she was. All she saw when she looked in the mirror was someone who made a fatal mistake, and someone who deserved to suffer as she was. 

He stood with her in an isolated corner of the hall, listening to her vent. This had become an almost daily occurrence, he stopping to listen to her pour her heart out.

“I just– I just want to go back and change everything. I want to go back and make things right! But I don’t even know where it went wrong, I-I just–!” She was rambling, pacing around and holding her head in her hands. She stopped, looking at Harry with the eyes he had grown to admire. The eyes that held so much sorrow and hurt. 

“Am I just useless? Am I just… Just a mistake?” Her heart felt like it had stopped and shattered. It had never dawned on (Name), but now the thought of her simply being a jinx clouded her mind. 

(Name) hugged herself tightly, murmuring repetitive “oh my gosh, oh my God” over and over. 

It hurt Harry to see her like this. It hurt him to stand back and watch as the girl he deemed perfect saw herself as anything but. “A mistake, Harry! A mistake! Oh my gosh–” Her voice cracked and wavered. She had cried so much in the last few days to last her a lifetime, yet she still wasn’t through.

Fresh and salty droplets dripped onto her robes and made her cheeks cool. She paced back and forth, breathing heavily.

Harry gripped her shoulders, stopping her in her place. Her sobs echoed in the hall and her entire form shook. “(Name), you are not worthless. You are not worthless.

And suddenly it was silent. The Golden boy couldn’t stop from leaning in, eyes half-lidded.

Draco watched amidst the shadows. Watched as all of his answers and wants were being tugged away from him, in this sick game of Tug of War.

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Sole being pretty insecure about their body and the companions reactions + comfort. (love your blog btw the writing is spot on 💜)

Cait: “You?” She stares at them. “You’re one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met,” she states, blunt as ever. It doesn’t even seem like she’s giving a compliment. It’s more like she’s stating a fact. “You picked me up out of the gutter and saw somethin’ in me I’d never seen in myself. If that doesn’t make you gorgeous, heart and soul, I don’t fuckin’ know what will.”

Codsworth: “Mx. Sole,” he assures them, with a delicate pat of his claw on their shoulder. “You are the most lovely person I have had the pleasure of meeting. And I mean that. That’s not just my programming.” He chuckles heartily. “You are kind, and lovely, and have done so much for me. I’d hate to see you fuss over something already wonderful.”

Curie: She claps her hands to her cheeks, looking distraught. “Sole!” she exclaims, and reaches for them. “Do not say such things! You are- you are so good, inside and out. Healthy, and strong, and beautiful in my eyes. Perhaps my opinion means little, for I am not human. But you are my greatest friend, and my heart sings for you.”

Danse: “You-” He sets his jaw, stifling some kind of emotion that tints his cheeks pink. “… You look lovely,” he says at last. He ruffles a hand through his hair, looking embarrassed, but presses on. “It is unfair and unkind to say otherwise, regardless of what anyone else thinks. There is no reason to be insecure about who you are. You are you, and that is enough.”

Deacon: “Aw, no, Sole, look.” He takes their hands and brings them to a mirror. “Don’t be like that, come on. Look here.” He takes Sole’s hands and makes them touch each embarrassing imperfection. “See that? Beautiful. And that? Beautiful. And that? Well, that’s just frickin’ fantastic. Trust me, pal, you got nothing to worry about in the looks department.”

Dogmeat: What kind of pupper would he be if he didn’t love Sole with all his little doggy heart? There is no inch of Sole not worth licking and snuggling and smiling at. Sole is flawless in his eyes. No question.

Hancock: “Sole, look at me.” He points to his dry, peeling skin, his all-black eyes, and wiry form. “If I can be a wasteland sex symbol, you have gotta be at least second place.” He grins. “You got nothin’ to worry about, doll. Whatever shit they told you Pre-War, it’s all lies. Here.” His grin widens. “Let me kiss it better, to prove it.”

Nick Valentine: “I’m not sure what it is you think you’ve gotta be insecure about,” he says, very solemnly, “but look at me. I’m a sentient mannequin. How could you think you’re less beautiful than I am?” He takes one of Sole’s hands in his. “If you can live with being around my ugly mug, then you’ve got no reason not to smile at the mirror every morning.”

MacCready: His eyes nearly bug out of his skull. “You think you’re…?” He shakes his head. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. I mean- uh- sorry. But, just-” He gestures to Sole in frustration, cheeks coloring. “Look at you! You’re like- I don’t even know. I grew up in a cave living on wall fungus, for crap’s sake. Compared to me, you’re…”

Piper: “Oh my god.” She takes it as a personal offense. Her idea of helping is to have a ‘fashion show,’ and forces Sole into all kinds of outfits. “Beautiful,” she says, no matter how silly the clothes are. “All of it. Gorgeous. Can’t find fault. You’re a supermodel, Sole, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” She doesn’t stop until Sole is blushing and smiling and finally admits they look nice.

Preston: “Oh, Sole. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” The first thing he does is hug them, gently stroking their hair and offering comfort. “You’re one of the strongest, bravest people I’ve ever met. Maybe you don’t look perfect - though I’d definitely argue otherwise - but you deserve all the happiness in the world. Don’t let your worries to get to you.” 

Strong: “WHAT IS WRONG WITH BODY?” He glowers fiercely. “CAN FIGHT. WHY SAD?” He lifts up his arms, flexing, making Sole mimic him. “HUMAN STRONG. HUMAN IS BEST FIGHTER. STRONG KILL OTHER HUMANS WHO SAY HUMAN WEAK.”

X6-88: He gives them a once-over that seems cold at first. Then, it’s almost like he’s seeing Sole for the first time. “You are fine,” he says, as if that’s enough. But it isn’t, not quite, so reluctantly he takes a breath and mumbles under his breath. “You’re… physically capable, and… not, physically, ah. Not physically unattractive. I suppose. In my opinion.”

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A/N:  So this was supposed to be a one shot about kissing, but then it became so much more.  Thanks to @team-styles for the teamwork between author and reader.  Thanks, as always, to @little-black-dress-24, for the encouragement and for forcing me to have the courage to tell this story.  I am so grateful to @melissas173, @niallandharrymakemestrong, and @emulateharry for their amazing suggestions and ideas.  

For Soap, my tumblr little sis.  I hope this one doesn’t embarrass you too much.

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As soon as you hear the sounds of the other boys in the fraternity house stirring, you move to get dressed in your clothes from the night before.  Harry, being the thoughtful boyfriend he has proven himself to be, clears the hallway so that you can use the restroom.  And even though you wrinkle your nose at the smell of the place, and even though you are stunned at the amount of shaved whiskers in the sinks, and even though the room is as close to a garbage dump as you have ever seen; you still glide in with confidence because you know your boyfriend is guarding the entrance.  You take care of your needs quickly, washing your face clean of any makeup and sliding into your clothes from the night before.  You finger-brush your hair, hoping that no one really notices that you’re wearing the same clothes.  Then again, you’ve never done a walk of shame, and you’re strangely excited at the prospect.    

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Tommy's Girl (Tom Holland)

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Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader, Cole Sprouse x Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: Tom calls Y/N to see what time they would be home while they are still hanging out on set with Cole. But, when Y/N thinks they hung up on Tom, Tom overhears their conversation with Cole.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: Another Cole and Tom fic! I loved the last one and I’m glad others did too. This sweet fic was requested by an anon who said, “can you do another tom imagine ft cole? I luv your last one!!! The reader stays back at set with cole when she recieves a call tom. After they finished the call, she thinks she hung up but she doesnt and tom overhears their conversation. And cole asks if she would ever cheat and she tells cole how much she loves tom. She gets home and tom is already asleep so she sneaks into the bed with him accidentally waking him up, he doesnt tell her he heard he just says i love u, and she just gets confused.”


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You sat in Cole’s dressing room, drinking and laughing with him. You loved times like this, where you could relax after work with one of your best friends. You sat close to Cole, his arm around you while he told a story of him and his brother, a story you’d never heard before.

There was a moment of pause in Cole’s story because you two were laughing so hard and the memory. It was then that your phone rang, the loud staccato of your ringtone broke the laughter and you cleared your throat to answer it.

“Hello?” You answered and slapped Cole’s arm in an attempt to quiet him.

“Hey, babe. When are you coming home? I was thinking about making dinner soon.” Tom’s voice echoed through the phone.

You smiled, played with the hem of your shirt as you spoke. “I don’t know. I’ll be home in an hour maybe? Cole and I are just hanging out.”

“Oh okay. Do you mind picking up some onions on your way home? I’m going to go through all of the ones we have. I’m making that spaghetti you love.”

You couldn’t help but gasp at the mention of your favorite meal. “Really? Tom, you like never make that.”

“Well, I was thinking since you’ve been eating take out with Cole and working hard so much lately, you deserved a home cooked meal. But, you need to get the onions, okay?”

“Okay.” You replied, taking a look at Cole, who was making faces at you. “Thank you, baby. I’ll see you at home.”

“You’re welcome, love. Bye.”

“Bye.” You repeated and hung up.

Or at least, you thought you hung up as you set your phone down beside you.

“Sorry, Cole. Tom was just wondering when I was getting home. He’s making that spaghetti I love.” You apologized, the smile Tom put on your face did not falter.

“It’s fine, Y/n. How have you guys been?” He asked, placing a hand on his knee.

“Good. Great, actually.” You smiled, a blush crawling up your cheeks.

“That’s nice. Can I ask you something?”

“Of course. What’s up?”

“Would you ever cheat on Tom?”

The question shocked you as you sat frozen for a second, tried to process what Cole had asked and shook your head.

“No. Oh god, no. I would never cheat on Tom. I love him, Cole. He’s the best damn thing to ever happen to me.” You stated in an offended tone. “I should- I should go.”

You stood up and started to get your things and all the while, Tom had heard every word, finally knowing that you loved him before he hung up the phone.

“I’ll see you later.” You muttered and walked out the door, despite Cole’s begs for you to stay.

You walked out to your car, texting Tom and apologizing that you would be home later than what you said due to something coming up. You needed to drive around to take the stress off, just as you used to as a teen.

It was nine o'clock by the time you texted Tom again, an hour after you last one with you saying you would be home soon.

You were still upset by what Cole had asked, but you were not as upset as you were earlier. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort when you walked into the home you shared with Tom.

The house was quiet as you walked into the kitchen, where a plate of spaghetti waited for you.

You assumed Tom had already went to bed as you set your bag down. You smiled to yourself and walked into the bedroom to find Tom asleep, hugging a pillow and snoring softly with the TV still on.

Without a sound, you climbed onto the bed near where he rested and ran your fingers through his hair. You smiled softly as he stirred before he woke up.

“You are one light sleeper.” You laughed lightly. “Thank you for the dinner. I’ll eat it soon.”

Tom yawned with a lopsided smile. “How was your time with Cole?”

“I don’t really wanna talk about it.” You sighed.

“Oh, did something happened?” Tom asked, knowing exactly what happened, but asked nevertheless.

“Yes.” You said and took in a deep breath. “But I’ll tell you about it later so you can sleep and I can go eat and then come back and join you.”

You ruffled his hair a little and placed a kiss on his lips before walking to the door, but was stopped when Tom said your name.

“Y/n?” His voice was soft and innocent sounding.

“Yeah, honey?”

“I love you.”

You stood, shocked for a moment at what caused Tom to say those three magical words before you accepted the idea of him loving you too and confessed your own feelings softly.

“I love you, too.”

God’s Wife

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Title: God’s Wife

Pairing: God!Chuck x Reader

Word count: 944

Warnings: Fluff!

A/N: This was requested by an Anon! I hope you all love this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much <3 <3

Being in the bunker with the Winchesters was proving to be a challenge for Chuck.  He missed seeing you all the time.  Defeating Amara was the only way he could protect you.  He was willing to do anything for you.  The bunker was one of the safest places on Earth for the time being.

Chuck snapped his fingers without a second thought, bringing you to the bunker.  When his eyes fell on you as you stood before him, he could only smile.  “[Y/N],” Chuck spoke softly, causing you to turn around.

You spun on your heels facing your husband.   A smile immediately spread across your face as you threw your arms around Chuck.  “Hey Chuck,” you beamed.  “How have you been?  I haven’t seen you in a few weeks.  Is everything okay?”

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As Long As You’re Mine

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Summary: Reader is taking the part of Elphaba in Wicked on Broadway alongside Aaron Tveit as Fiyero and Libby Servais as Glinda. Daveed is her boyfriend and gets jealous of the relationship that the reader and Aaron share on and off stage.

Note: Well,I’m back at it whether you like it or not. Thanks so much for the feedback on Lost in You. I pumped out this fic for y’all mostly based on the fact that I’m extreme trash for Wicked, Daveed, and Aaron so this was birthed from that. Thanks to those nearest and dearest to my heart, @strongenoughfoundation, @literallylin, and @linslovelylocks for listening to my rambles about my idea for this. I hope you all enjoy! As usual feedback is appreciated.


“Looking a little sick, aren’t you? It’s almost showtime!”

     Glancing in the mirror, all you saw was green. Your face, your neck, your hands. All green. And for a pretty good reason: you were finally going to be whom almost every actress longs to be: Elphaba Thropp, the leading lady in Wicked. You’ve been working for this role ever since you got the chance to see Idina originated the role back in ‘03.

    “Very funny, Lin. Truly. I haven’t heard that one before.” Lin Manuel Miranda. The man was a genius. The two of you met back in 2006 when you were fresh out of high school and he was working on Heights at an acting seminar in the city. You never lost contact and became fast friends despite the age difference. Eventually you befriended his wife Vanessa and the two of you meet every Saturday for a little shopping trip.

     “I’m just kidding, (Y/N). I’m proud of you. You’ve come all this way from that little 18 year old dreamer. Look how well you did in Hamilton.”

 Yes, it’s true. Everyone’s other dream: to be in the new hit musical. As a part of the original cast ensemble, you got to sing and dance onstage every night beside your closest friends. You and Jasmine became almost attached at the hip as soon as rehearsals began. When she and Anthony began dating, the two of you became close as well. Let’s not forget the most important relationship: You and Daveed. The two of you had been crushing on each other and flirting since the beginning. “If you don’t snatch him up soon, I will.” Jasmine used to tease you. “Jaz, you have a boyfriend!” You would reply. He finally gathered up the courage to ask you out last summer and the two of you have been going strong ever since. Even after almost a year, the two of you were still on cloud nine.

“C’mon Lin, don’t tease the poor girl. Can’t you seen she’s nervous?” Daveed said, walking into your dressing room with a smirk on his face.

“Baby, I’m not nervous. Just, well, okay maybe I am a bit nervous. I mean who wouldn’t be. Playing Elphie is an honor.” You replied shakingly.

“I have full confidence in you, (Y/N/N). You’re going to go out on that stage and kill it. Defy gravity. No pun intended.” Daveed affirmed, embracing you in his arms, careful not to smudge any green.

“I second that!” Lin piped in, “Or V and I wouldn’t have flown all the way from London to see you. You’re gonna do amazing out there.”

“(Y/N)! Get in your place. It’s almost time!. Good Luck!” the stagehand, Ralph, called from outside the door.

“Oh, God I think I’m going to be sick!” You cried, pacing back and forth running your hands along your face.

“Well, geez, you do look a little gree-” “Seriously, Lin?” “Sorry. Good luck, I know you’ll do amazing out there. Show em’ what you’re made of!” He said, running out of the room heading to his seat.

“Hey, Look at me.” Daveed said softly, grabbing your arm pulling you closer to him. Glancing up at him through your eyelashes, you began to listen to what he had to say.

“You’re going to get on that stage, give the best performance of your life, and make the audience go wild at the finale. You’ve worked so hard for this role and you deserve it without a doubt.” With the way he looked right into your eyes, you knew what he said was sincere.

“God dammit, D, you’re gonna make me cry. I can’t have this damn paint smudge!” You answered with a giggle.

“Well, you know me always making the ladies cry.” He winked at you, pointing with finger guns.

“Finger guns, really?” You said with crossed arms and a smile on your face.

“Oh come on you know you love em’!” Daveed said on his way out of the room. While he was walking out, another just happened to walk in.

“Aaron!” You exclaimed. Aaron Tveit. The man of everyone’s dreams. Tall build, blonde hair, gleaming eyes, and a killer smile. As the two of you began to talk, you didn’t notice the slight scowl on your boyfriends face as he left the room.

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Angry Ashton Smut

Request: yes/no

Are requests open: yes/no

Fandom: 5 Seconds of Summer

Word Count: 1652

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“Are you sure you don’t want to come out tonight?” Ashton asked me, we were currently in our room, me studying for an upcoming test and he was getting dressed for a Halloween party.

 “Ash, I told you, I have to study for this test” I told him, I didn’t even look up from the notes I was trying to copy from my friends. “But I want to see you all dressed up” he whispered. Ashton came to lie on the bed with me and he wrapped put a warm hand on the bottom of my back.

“Ashton, you’ll be late and I’ll fail” I told him, I pushed him off of me with no avail. He was obviously stronger than me, he placed a kiss to the side of my neck, I giggled at the feeling and turn my laptop away. “Come Y/N you know you want to” he told me.

 I turned to face him and put my hands on his shoulders, he pulled me closer and just as we were about to kiss, a loud honking was heard and we both jumped. “Don’t drink too much okay baby?” I asked him. Ashton looked in my eyes, gently kissed me on the lips and whispered “of course, I’ll be safe” he said.

It took 3 more minutes and a few honks from Calum, but eventually my clingy boyfriend was out the door and on his way to a Halloween party.

 Studying was going as well as you’d imagine it would, I had netflix playing in the background and studying was getting away from me.

 Y/B/F: Check instagram Y/N: Well hello to you too Y/B/F: Just do it, and don’t get too mad

 Immediately all attention was on what she said and I checked instagram. I wasn’t notified in anything, and nothing out of the ordinary was popping out.

 Y/N: What am I looking for exactly? Y/F/N: Halsey’s page

 Now I was getting worried. It was Halsey’s party that Ashton went to, and just because she said that, I was worried now.

 She posted a lot from her party, and I found the one that Y/F/N was probably talking about. It was Ashton and here, standing pretty close together and the caption was nothing but rows of hearts.

 My blood started to boil, I was never the jealous type, I mean, Ashton and I had a lot of trust. But this was crossing the line.

 Y/N: Ash?

But no answer, I waited around 30 minutes and tried again, but the same thing.

 Knowing him he probably didn’t do anything, but I was getting nervous, he usually answers within 2 minutes or less. I was letting this get to me and I just went to grab the bottle of vodka.

 “Alright Google, what can I mix with this to get me very drunk” I whispered to myself. The only thing that really popped up was to mix it with diet coke. Luckily we had some and I started to play the American Horror Story drinking game.

(I don’t condone drinking, but I also can’t stop you)

Within 2 episodes, I was already shit faced off my ass. I started checking instagram once again, and once again I saw that damned photo of Halsey with my boyfriend, fans were tagging me in it and trying to start drama between us or something.

 “Y/N?” Ashton asked as he walked through the door, his costume was all ragged and he was either drunk too or my suspicions were just confirmed. I turned my head to look at him.

 We had shared eye contact, I took a large swig of my alcoholic coke and turned back to my tv episode.

“What are you still doing up?” He asked, he came to sit with me on the couch, and he place an arm around my shoulder. I was still pissed at him, so I turned off the tv and the lamp I had on beside me and walked out of the room. Leaving him in the dark.

“Y/N/N, what’s wrong? What happened?” He asked me, as I settled onto the bed. “Oh I don’t know, why don’t you just go out with Halsey again?” I asked him, my words were slurring.

 Ashton didn’t answer me, he just grabbed my drink, took a sniff of it and threw it on the carpet. “How drunk are you?” He asked calmly, but I knew he was mad. “The carpet!” I shrieked, I stood up to go get a rag but he gently pushed me on the bed, hovering over me.

“How drunk are you?” He asked again. But I wasn’t drunk enough, usually when I’m over my limit, I can’t help but get the giggles. I was just mad and I reached up to slap him, but he caught my wrist in time.

“What are you accusing me of?” “I saw Halsey’s post, you really think I’m happy about that?” I asked him, “nothing happened. I saw what she posted and I asked her to take it down before leaving. I came back for you, I always come back for you” Ashton told me.

 He pulled me close and started kissing my neck, my eyes fluttered closed but I remembered I was supposed to be mad at him. “Ashton, fuck off” I whispered, “let me show you, that you’ll always be the one I come back to” Ashton said.

May as well, let him show me how much I truly mean to him.

 Ashton grabbed my hips and lied me farther on the bed, his oversized shirt was torn off me immediately and I was left in nothing but my panties. “Such a dirty whore aren’t you” he asked me, but I was too caught up with his warm hands trailing overtop my breasts and traveling my body.

 He slapped my breast when I didn’t answer, “you love this. Tell me you love this or I swear to god I will stop” “I love this Ash. I’m your dirty little whore” I told him.

My panties were the next to go, and without any warning he plunged two thick fingers in my heat and his opposite hand rubbing harsh figure eights on my clit. “Oh my fuck” I moaned, my back was arching from the immense pleasure I was receiving. “Fu—Fuck” I kept moaning.

“Stop fucking moving” Ashton told me, his voice was rough, and my drunk state told me to just ignore him. I started letting my body move as much as it wanted to. “Alright fuck this” he said.

 He left me, and I could cry at how fast he ripped his fingers from my heat. “What are you doing?” I asked, “you need to stop moving” was all he said.

 Ashton walked to the closet, came back out with 3 belts of his. ‘How long have you owned belts?’ I thought to myself.

 “What are you doing with those?” I asked, but he didn’t answer. Instead I was tied up by my wrists with one, and my thighs were separated.

“Look how beautiful you look” He whispered. “Ash, please fuck me” I told him, “you think you deserve that? After you got drunk and accused me of cheating? You think you deserved to be fucked?” He asked, I just nodded my head furiously.

 I was so frustrated, I was basically dripping onto our sheets and I couldn’t do anything to relieve myself. “Please Ashton, I’m sorry for what I said, please, just please fuck me” I moaned.

 “This is just so pretty” he said, I noticed that he was completely naked now, and had his phone in his hand. “What are you doing?” I asked, the flash went off and he threw his phone across the room. “That’s a keeper” he said.

 Next I thing I knew, he lined his dick up to my entrance and was just running his head up and down teasing me. “I hate you so much” I whined out, I was getting sick of all his games. “I know you do, but you need to learn darling” he said.

 He leaned down to kiss me and as soon as our lips, he roughly penetrated in me. It was so much, that I arched up from the pleasure, it actually kind of hurt, but it was exciting me.

 “You like that don’t you?” Ashton said, our bodies were quickly getting sweaty from how fast he was going. “Oh my god, Ash I love it so much” I moaned out.

 Ashton leaned to capture my lips in a heated kiss once again and was massaging my breasts at his pleasure. I couldn’t do anything but enjoy this and I was absolutely living.

 It seemed with each thrust he was going deeper and deeper and eventually I started to feel my orgasm build up.

“Ash, I can’t last any longer” I moaned.

 He took that as his cue to remove his hand from my breasts and starting rubbing my clit again.

 I couldn’t even fight it anymore, my body was shaking from all the pleasure. A string of swears left my mouth as my orgasm took over my body, and Ashton made sure that I was done before he released inside of me.

 He quietly untied me and tucked my exhausted body into bed. “Ash?” I asked quietly once he joined me. “Yes Princess?” He asked, I grabbed his arm and placed it around my body. “I’m sorry for getting upset over it, I know you’d never do anything like that” I whispered.

 Tears formed at my eyes,  Ash knew how sorry I was by now. He kissed my head and grabbed me closer. “It’s alright, I know how you get when you’re drunk. I forgive you and I’ll take care of your hang over tomorrow alright?” He asked.

 I nodded my head and laid my head on his naked chest.

 At least I got some good sex out of this.

A/N: Holy shit I suck at smut, hope the two anons enjoyed it though 

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We start with SO MUCH BRAVENLARKE I am enjoying this even if they’re bickering.

I honestly can’t decide if Clarke’s snappish reaction to Bellamy’s “I’m not going to be one of the hundred” is a sign that this is an argument they have been having for days and she’s sick of it because you will live if I want you to live, dammit or if it’s the first time she heard of it and she’s caught off guard.  Either one would make me flail like a turtle on its back, though.

So @ponyregrets pointed out that the way Bellamy knocks on the window of the rover and makes Jaha get out is a clear sign he watched a bunch of cop movies on the Ark, and we both agreed that this was because Octavia was super into Lethal Weapon and both Blake siblings probably really liked Speed and long story short, it’s now officially canon that Bellamy Blake has a crush on Sandra Bullock and Miss Congeniality is the official movie of the Blake family as it unites Bellamy’s two great loves (Sandra Bullock and feminism) with Octavia’s two great loves (makeup and punching.)

I am going to deal with the Raven arc in one fell swoop because eventually I’m just gonna be screaming about bellarke, so here goes:  I feel AWFUL for Raven.  She’s making decisions entirely on her own because she’s literally the only person who can, and fucking no one is stepping up to be her shoulder to cry on.  I was definitely on her side over Abby in the medicine debate, and it really hurt to see her sort-of-mom challenge her, even if Abby truly believed she was doing the right thing.  Raven’s arc is clearly not over and I do like where it’s going, but god, someone draw her a bubble bath and pour her an entire bottle of wine because my girl needs it.

I also really, really, REALLY loved the brief scene with Bellamy and Luna.  I was surprised by how it was initially presented with Luna thinking she doesn’t deserve their help because she didn’t help them with the flame, though, because I never saw her decision as wrong?  Like, yes, it would have helped them immensely, but the way they went about it was SO AWFUL and TERRIBLE that I felt Luna was totally justified in being like “no fuck you get off my rig.”  So to have Luna frame her decision as having hurt them was surprising, but also very in character for our lovely pacifist mermaid.

HOWEVER, what I loved about that scene was the genuine remorse and understanding on both their sides.  Luna basically admitted she would get it if he saw this as her just rewards, and Bellamy flat out refused that interpretation.  His “no one deserves to suffer” was just the right amount of heartbreaking, because he probably does resent her a little but he never, ever wanted this.  I also think he understands her pain better than most, and I have to move on now because if I don’t this will be too fucking long so check back this afternoon for 2k on Bellamy/Luna parallels.

To conclude the radiation arc: absolutely none of us are surprised that Luna’s nightblood makes her resistant to radiation, but that pales in comparison to that gutwrenching death scene.  I cried and cried and thank you show, for remembering what you’re good at.

Murphy and Emori: god I love those two grifters so fucking hard, and I am really glad they at least addressed the complete lack-of-consent bullshit that was Murphy/Ontari.  I also love that Murphy is ingratiating himself to Abby as a way of making sure he and Emori survive because that is On Brand for those two assholes and I could not be happier.

Before we finish with the bellarke flailing, back to Polis!  ROAN’S ELVEN CLOAK IS EVERYTHING TO ME as is Indra having a daughter and backstory and an arc for this season that has almost nothing to do with the Skaikru.  I am here for it, and I am here for Indra and Gaia having a complicated mother/daughter relationship that is just as deep and nuanced as Clarke and Abby’s.  I am also really pleased with Octavia’s “fuck it, she’s family” decision to go against Roan, because that is insanely reckless and probably the wrong call politically but it is from the heart and in that respect it is 100% Blake and that makes me happy.

Also making me happy: Murderous Elf Prince!  He’s so handsome and angry and yeah, I’m into it.

Okay, so….The Road Trip and the List.  First of all, I laughed at Jaha sitting in the back while people young enough to be his kids drive the van, because….god, Jaha.  Of COURSE you would think a cult can save everyone.  That’s literally your first instinct: You know what could fix this? A cult!  However, (and there will be MUCH MORE IN DEPTH FLAILING ABOUT THIS IN A SEPARATE POST) I really appreciated that his role in that scene was to a) present Bellamy with an easy option to assuage his guilt and b) lampshade the role that Bellamy fills in Clarke’s life, and then Bellamy rejected them both.  He does not think that “it was for my people” is sufficient justification for the massacre (which: agreed, it isn’t) and I think that line was more about Jaha than Bellamy.  Jaha has decided that so long as he thought he was doing the right thing, it’s okay, but Bellamy is following Beard Dad on this one, which I think is the right call.  Bellamy also cannot see how important he is to Clarke, but he can see how important she is to him.  It’s like, instinctive– Jaha says “you center her” and Bellamy is like “lol no she centers me.”  He doesn’t even take a beat to consider it, it just is.  However, while he was right to reject Jaha’s solution for guilt, he was definitely wrong to reject his place in Clarke’s life buuuuut it’s also understandable because a lot of Clarke’s feelings for him are still buried deep down inside of her and only come out when he’s sleeping.

Sidenote: so clearly, some of Second Dawn survived and guys, this means Grounders are descended from Scientologists.  I find this utterly delightful.  Thank you, show, for being bonkers.

And then, we get a brief moment of peace.  I am going to go with “Bellamy fell asleep and Clarke chose that moment to write out the list”  as my headcanon for this scene because I don’t see a scenario where Bellamy is like “you do this awful thing; Big Boy needs his nap.”  That’s not how they operate, and while I could maybe see him falling asleep due to pure exhaustion while they work on the list together, that also doesn’t feel very likely to me.  So unless I hear otherwise, that’s the interpretation I’m going with.

So Bellamy falls asleep and Clarke watches him, glad that he’s getting a moment of peace in the oncoming hell.  I suspect she kept his name off the list for several reasons, but the most important one here is she knows he doesn’t want to be on it.  She’s trying to honor his wishes, but then she looks at him and is like, “I cannot imagine a world where he doesn’t deserve to survive.”

And then she breaks down.  Because Clarke is never going to put her own name on that list, and it means she’s going to lose him.  (Of course, she’d also lose him if they BOTH died, but she has already decided that is Not An Option).  The weight of everything hits her at once, and Bellamy’s Clarke Alarm goes off and he wakes up.  (Aside: Bellamy being kind of snort-y and noisy when he wakes up is like, the cutest fucking thing in the universe A+ work Bob).  He knows right away what’s going on and he does the only thing he can think of: he offers his life in exchange for hers.

Except this time, they’re not dying– they’re living.  He’s saying “fine, you want me to survive?  I’ll survive– but only if you do too.”  Clarke just can’t bring herself to say “yes I deserve to live” so Bellamy does it for her, and then he touches her– gently, and just the once– to show her she’s not alone, and then he makes himself leave.  I have SO MANY thoughts about why he chose that moment to walk away, but I think the main reason was that he needed to, because he’s on the edge too and breaking down in front of Clarke wouldn’t help her.  And that’s his only goal in that scene– help her, lift some of that burden, remind her that she’s not alone.  She’s his center, so he does what he can for her and then he walks away before he has to ask her for something, because to him that would be adding to her burden and that is unconscionable.

Because guys…he loves her so much.  And she loves him too.  

9 crimes

Pairing: Eliza Schuyler x Reader

Summary: There are 10 things a person should never do under any circumstances. Throughout all your life you did 9 out of those 10. 

or the story of two little girls who fell in love and of two women who had to bury those feelings. 

Word count: 1,668

Time period: Hamiltime

Warnings: None (yet).

Note: This is a big work that’s going to be divided into three parts. Each one with 3 ‘crimes’. It may be confusing at the start as to what exactly are the crimes (or maybe it’s really obvious and I think is not) but at the end, I think everyone is going to get it. Also, I was experimenting with the narration again so… let’s see how that goes. I hope you like it, guys!  ♡

Extra information: I didn’t mention it in the text but the reader is the same age as Peggy, so is one year younger than Eliza and two years younger than Angelica. Oh and they’re neighbors. 

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(I took the likes into account but if you didn’t want to get tagged don’t hesitate and tell me to erase you from the list and please forgive my mistake ;v;) 

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First.

You were seven when you felt the closest to hell, but God forbid your mother to heard you say that or she would take you to church every single day.

Heat pushed in on you, making you felt claustrophobic even though you were outside. The humidity was almost overwhelming; it was like breathing in bath water. Your cheeks were tinted in a beautiful red and sweat rolled down your forehead sticking strands of your bangs to your skin. It was not pleasant at all but the daisies surrounding you made it all worth it.

You wondered if there were daisies in hell. ‘Maybe if Lucifer was given some flowers he would smile and wouldn’t be as bad as people in church say he is’ you thought, playing with one of the blossoms in your hand ‘Or maybe he and God could go and have tea…’  

Somehow that line of thought ended with you making a flowers crown. It wasn’t perfect, the ones your nanny used to make were way better but it was good enough not to crumble at the touch and it looked pretty. You were proud of yourself.

And just when you were planning to go back home to show your creation to your mother and father someone approached to you. It was a girl. She was even redder than you, —you didn’t know if it was for the weather or because she apparently had been running— with her ponytail almost undone and her eyes full of tears.  

Both of you looked at each other with surprise, not having anticipated finding someone else.

“Why are you crying?” you couldn’t help to ask.

She sniffed, rubbing her eyes with the sleeve of her dress “I’m not cr-crying…”

“Yes you are” you pointed out, standing up and searching in your pockets for the handkerchief you always carried with you “But that’s alright” you assured her with a smile, handing her the white object “We all cry, even my mum does it sometimes”

She shyly accepted the handkerchief and softly wiped her tears away “But I don’t like it” she mumbled “Peggy makes fun of me”

“Peggy?”

“My sister. She says I look ugly when I cry”

You observed her again, thoughtfully this time. And noticed her long and still wet eyelashes, her button nose and how bright her eyes actually were. It was almost unbelievable that someone dared to say she looked bad.  

“I think you look more like an apple” you acknowledged and she frowned, not being pleased with your statement “B-but a nice apple! Like those my nanny uses to make a pie. They’re bright red and beautiful. Totally the best apples!” you explained yourself, maybe getting too excited about it because you somehow made her laugh. It was a soft sound, sweet and contagious. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips.  

“You could be the Apple goddess” you proposed, taking your flowers crown and softly placing it on her head.

“Why not just a queen?”

“I don’t know” you shrugged “I just think goddess sounds prettier than queen”  

She seemed to think of it for a moment, moving her lips to form the words in a soundless whisper. Then nodded and stared at you with a bright smile.

“Yes, it sounds prettier”

Second.

When you were ten, you heard the word for the first time in the mouth of someone who was not your parents: Love.

You were still young, a child with three friends who were playing in their father’s fields.

“Love is all mom talks about recently,” said Peggy, mouth scrunched into a frown.

“Such a nonsensical concept” Angelica added, stretching beside her “If I could be tempted to it, it would be for someone whose mind challenges my own, a storm in wit”

You tilted your head back, letting the sun brush gently down your face and feeling Eliza’s fingers still braiding your hair softly.

“I’d do it for someone who brightens my day and motivates me to be better,” you said with a little smile on your mouth “Someone who makes the stars seem to shine brighter”

Peggy looked at you, then at Angelica and laughed lightly.

“You’ve just said the same thing the fairy tales do” she teased, but then her eyes seemed to be filled with excitement and curiosity as she sat closer to you “It must be that you are already in love with someone!”

“She is not” Eliza blurted out and you could imagine the little frown on her face “If you love someone he needs to court you and ask for your hand to marry you. And (Y/N) is not being courted by anyone”

Angelica smiled and patted her sister’s head “What a silly notion you have of love, dear”

“Wait, is not like that?” Eliza asked, turning her face to Angelica with a confused expression.

“Of course not, you dumbo” Peggy said among giggles “You love someone when the stork leaves a baby on your door”

“What does that have to do with love?” you asked back, noticing how Peggy’s hand got closer to you hair to take one of the flowers that Eliza had pinned in it just to be lightly slapped away by her sister.

“Ouch!” Peggy cried, giving Eliza a grumpy look “Well, you have to love someone to have a baby!”

“Yes, but you have to love them before that” at least that was what your mother had told you, “I think loving someone is when you give them the last cookie even if you want to eat it too”

The youngest of the Schuyler sisters laughed again “That can’t be love!”

“Why not?”

“Because if it was, Eliza would be in love with you”

You stayed silent for a few seconds, analyzing different sceneries in your head to then finally turn your head to Eliza, whose hands had started trembling a little against your hair.

“None of you have a single clue of what love is” Angelica sighed, shaking her head. “It worries me that because of that you’d give your heart to someone who does not deserve it”  

“We won’t,” you said, and the three sisters stared at you with inquiry in their eyes “Because we now have a

love amulet

” you stated happily as you took off the small necklace you had around your neck. It was a simple gold chain with a gold heart hanging from it.

“A love amulet?” Eliza repeated as you gently turned around to place it in her hands.

“Yes, we just have to wear it when someone wants to courter us and somehow we will know if that person is the indicated”  

Eliza and Peggy seemed to believe it’ll work and nodded excitedly.  Angelica had a doubtful expression but finally nodded too. It was a sweet irony that she was the first one to wear it three years later.

Third.

You were sixteen the first time you felt it. It had hit you like a brick. Love.

Eliza was sitting beside you, her delicate fingers glided in circles at your hands.

“I can’t play like this” you whispered and she smiled.

“You don’t have to” was her answer, soft and melodic like the sound of the piano keys.

Dix begs to differ” you joked resting your head against hers.

“Hmm” with a loving expression on her face, she placed her hands on the piano and played the little melody again. You pulled apart slightly, just enough for her to reach all the keys “Une, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf…”

“Dix,” you said.

Eliza shook her head in a “no” sign and took your hands again, motioning you to play the piece.

You rolled your eyes but indulged her anyway, brushing the keys with your fingers in a soft movement “Une, deux, trois—” Eliza leaned in closer and placed a light kiss on your cheek, you smiled “quatre, cinq, six—” another one, this time on your chin “sept, huit, neuf—”

Before you could add the dix Eliza pressed her lips against yours. It was just a touch, it didn’t last more than a second. A chaste affection that was as soft as the spring breeze.  

You tended to kiss a lot because that’s what children do, that’s what best friends do. You kissed on the forehead, the cheek, the eyelids, the nose, the chin… but never on the lips. Never like this.

You froze, she blushed, and the room was filled with silence. The soft and almost inexistent echo of the forgotten melody was the only thing you could hear. For the first time, the silence was not comfortable and it made your hands sweat and Eliza’s eyes to get glassy.

“I… didn’t…” her voice trembled, her gaze wouldn’t meet yours.

“Please don’t” you pleaded in a whisper. ‘Don’t say you didn’t mean it’.

She looked at you this time and you closed the distance between your mouths with another kiss. Tenderly and almost shyly you let your lips to brush against hers, slowly exploring the softness of the feeling and the taste of her breath. The movement was clumsy and innocent, slow and delicate… but then she kissed you back and it was perfect.

When you pulled apart, you were greeted with her flushed face and widened eyes. You to let out a little laugh.

I swear to God if the only reason why you kissed me was to shut me up before I reached ten I’m not going to forgive you,” you said, pressing your forehead against hers.

She laughed too “It was one of the reasons, but not the main one”

Eliza placed her right hand on your nape and started playing absentmindedly with your hair. You closed your eyes and sighed contently.

The sound of her voice gave you butterflies, her smile made your heart skip a beat, every time you were with her you felt so complete… You should’ve known it before; of course it was love.

Jealousy ~ Pt. 2 of ‘Nightmares’

Part 1: https://undercovermarauder.tumblr.com/post/159411456294/nightmares

Pairing: Young! Sirius Black x reader

Requested: sort of, in the comments

Warnings: none

Word count: 1265

A/N

Here it is! One day early! I have been working on it and I feel like it’s way better than the first part, although be sure that the story isn’t over yet and that there are a lot more parts coming up!

  It was here: the Graduation dance was merely a month away, so close, yet so far away. Every 7th year was looking forward to it, and so was (Y/N) Lawson. Although she was definitely one of the most wanted girls in her year, her four best friends scared away nearly every boy that wanted to ask her to the dance, until, Thomas Smith, probably the hottest boy in her year, right after Sirius Black of course, set is eyes on her.

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