he just throws it down in disgust

Writing Is Hard

Summary: Dean finds the blog you use to read smutty fan fiction. And of course, he decides he can write a better story about himself. You help.

Warning: Smut, some dirty talk, mutual masturbation, all kinds of fan fiction clichés

Word Count: 4350

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. And thanks to @littlegreenplasticsoldier​ for being a great beta and being generally flawless. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

No. This isn’t happening.

This is one of those moments you’d had weird nightmares about, dreams that left you embarrassed and feeling all icky the next day until you finally convinced yourself that it wasn’t real. And just like those moments, this one will end any second now. You’ll wake up in some motel bed, Dean will be in the next room with Sam, asleep or showering or eating or anything but standing over your laptop with that look on his face.

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I’m Nothing Without Her – Liam Dunbar Drabble

Requested: No. Just an idea I had after watching the first episode of 6B.

Word Count: 831

GIF Credit: @mieczyslawr

Author’s Note: Not proofread. Enjoy!

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Coach Finstock crossed his arms tightly to his chest at Scott. “Speaking of, um, losers, where’s your, uh, where’s your little protege?" 

Scott looked around the field filled with lacrosse players, scanning for his beta. "Um…”

“‘Um’? Is… Is 'um’ a location? Is 'us’ behind me?”

With her werewolf hearing, Y/N heard the conversation between her older brother and her lacrosse coach. She wanted to strangle her best friend for not showing up to practice on time, again.

“I’ll go find him,” Y/N whispered, only for Scott to hear. He nodded, signaling her to go.

“Little McCall!” Coach Finstock called out as he saw Y/N jogging off the field. “Where the hell are you going?!”

“Umm, bathroom.” She hesitated, wishing she had come up with a better lie. 

“Practice just started!”

Y/N let out a frustrated sigh; ready to kill Liam for the excuse she was about to use knowing it would work. “Sorry! Time of the month! Gotta go!”

Coach Finstock shivered in disgust as she took off towards the locker room. He looked back at Scott.

“He’ll be here. Okay?” Scott started explaining. “He’s the backbone of this team. He’s stepped it up in every way possible. A born leader who can handle anything you throw at him.”

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New Rules ( i )

PART: one | two | three | end |

SONG:  new rules - dua lipa


Summary: “ One, don’t pick up the phone

You know he’s only calling ‘cause he’s drunk and alone. ”

Genre: angst, smut, bad boy! jimin

Length: 1.4k

A/N: also some of the backstory is based off a lovely anon who shared this cute cliche story with me.

anyway i hope you guys enjoy this and please show some support because posting is h a r ddddd

Originally posted by kpopkpoop

“You’re doing it again,” Jimin pushed himself off your body, and you blinked at him trying to understand what he was saying. Just as you were starting to become worried, he dipped his lips back to capture yours and happily, you moaned against the plump surface. He was topless, although you don’t remember him taking it off, however, you were happy to trace your hands down the well-sculpted chest you were so familiar with.

“Y/N, stop it.” Your eyes snapped open looking at Jimin, but he was smirking down at you as his arms rested on either side of your body, and you let yourself become lost in the way his lips mouthed on your neck until he began to shake your body, hands on your shoulders as he shook, “Wake up! Wake up!”

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imagine magnus and alec bickering or joking with each other in the middle of missions/battles though. like honestly just imagine magnus turning to alec as he fires a ball of magic at a shax demon and being like “alexander, you made dinner last night, it’s my turn” and alec throws his response of “I like cooking for you and besides I already bought stuff for dinner this morning” as he runs past to shoot down a demon that’s sneaking up behind izzy as magnus fakes being annoyed at his boyfriend’s stubbornness. or they’re fighting circle members and alec see’s magnus looking at his blood covered seraph blade with disgust and alec sighs as he says “I swear I will clean it this time before bringing it home” and magnus goes to say something but alec already knows what his boyfriend’s gonna say and interrupts with “and I swear you won’t find any more weapons lying on the floor in our bedroom” and magnus just gives him a pleased smile as he focuses his attention back on the magic currently twisting its way around a circle members neck. or imagine magnus killing a huge amount of demons with his magic all at once and alec stares at him and says “god I love you magnus” and magnus smirks at him and mouths it back and watches his boyfriend in return as alec turns away with a smile on his face to fire an arrow that takes down three forsaken at once. like honestly domestic power couple malec is what we deserve

ribcage. || i

Summary: college!au Where Tom is a genuine sweetheart trying to make it through college without completely losing his mind; his three close friends make it easier though. However, there’s one girl who wears the big sweaters and seems to have her head more in her sketchbook than anywhere else who changes him after he gets caught blatantly admiring her from afar. Tom takes it upon himself to make her problems his problems, but sometimes it’s just better to not stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. Emphasis on the sometimes though.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Fem!Black!Reader

Word Count: 1,255

Warnings: Swearing & Staring

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2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: Jensen tries to convince the reader to be his pretend girlfriend.

Prompt: "You’ve given up being sexy a long time ago haven’t you?“

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Requested by: @starswirlblitz

Work today was fucking torture. It was too long, too boring and filled with too many morons. You can only fake being nice for so long, it’s exhausting.

Trying to get into a more relaxed head space, you decide to pamper yourself a bit. You down a much needed glass of wine then take a soothing bubble bath. Soon after you throw on a black mud mask that clarifies, it’s weird looking but it works awesome.

Deciding to give yourself a pedicure, you pick out a dark red nail polish and get yourself settled on the couch. Finally feeling a little more relaxed, you breathe a happy sigh for the peace and quiet.


Son of a bitch.

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The Cat

Title: The Cat

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Pairing: Ethan Nestor x fem!reader

Word Count: 1937

Summary: Chica’s acting funny, and when strange things happen, even stranger assumptions are made

Authors Note: This story is told as the reader is female. As alwats, for my NonBinary/Male pals out there, if you would like for me to rewrite the story with genderless pronouns, just let me know and I’ll get it up as soon as possible

Originally posted by jiminy-krispies

Ethan Nestor was not a cat person. Sure, he thought they were cute, thought they were soft. Yet, if there was any other type of dog in the room, he would immediately make a b-line for it. He loved Chica to bits, hugging her and petting her as much as possible. In a way, it was his way of remembering his dogs back home. He missed his two best friends, Max and Dexter, more than anything in the world. His love of dogs was something everyone knew. Many times, the team would lose track of Ethan just to find him curled up on the floor cuddling the golden retriever, or even taking her for random walks if she needed it. It was a precious relationship they had. 

Until one day, when Ethan walked through the door, Chica immediately ran up barking loudly. Ethan jumped, surprised by her sudden attack. Never had Chica ever been so hostile with him, so aggressive. A large blush covered his cheeks, embarrassment dusking face and neck. 

 "Chica! China, no! No barking!“ Mark approached Chica, forcefully pulling his dog away from the red faced editor. Amy was quick to rush over, pulling Ethan in the other direction. 

 "Ethan? You okay?” The boy only nodded, quickly brushing himself off as if trying to get rid of something. 

“What happened?” She asked as Mark approached them. 

 "I don’t know. I’ve never seen her act like that before.“ As if coming to a realization, Mark slowly looked to Ethan out of the corner of his eye, who was still rapidly sweeping his hands over his clothes. "The last time she did that, was when Katherine brought her cat home for the first time." Ethan completely froze, a small grimace twitching his lip upwards. "Chica doesn’t take to nicely to cats .” Amy quickly turned to Ethan, her eyes wide. Ethan? With a cat? 

“Ah! See, no. Not what you’re thinking. I was just, uh. When I was walking from my car, a cat came up next to me. I pet it for only like a second. Ha. Wow, Chica has a really strong nose. What a smart dog!” And that was that. 

Ethan immediately threw himself into editing, only talking when absolutely necessary. He fumbled over things, dropped his headphones more than once, and even walked right into a chair. Everyone was concerned. Was he okay? Never had they seen the blue boy act so strange, and that was saying something. Ethan was the first person out the door that day. Granted, he was one of the first to be there, but rarely had anyone seen Ethan leave that fast. He had finished all his work, so why did Mark find his actions suspicious. 

The next day, Ethan was back. He walked in with his usual swagger, greeting Chica with a smile and a pat before plopping down at his desk. He waved hello to his friends, cracked jokes, and even was willing to film a video with Mark and Tyler. Mark couldn’t help exchanging looks with Amy, confusion pushing his eyebrows together. Had yesterday just been an off day? Did he completely imagine it? Despite Ethan acting like his usual self today, Mark couldn’t help the nagging feeling that lingered. 

His confusion only raised as weeks past and Ethan’s behavior only began to get stranger. Somedays, the blue boy would come in with a large smile, happily bouncing all around, nothing fazing him. Others, he would come deflated, like he was upset but no one could figure out why. Well, not everyone. Ethan and Katherine only seemed to get closer as Ethan’s behavior became more sporadic. They would sometimes be found in the small kitchen, whispering quietly to each other, but as soon as anyone entered, they would break apart and continue whatever they were doing silently. Other times, they would leave together, claiming they were carpooling, despite the fact that they lived in complete opposite directions, and brought their cars that day. The rest of the team couldn’t help but get more and more suspicious. It was Pam who suggested maybe they had started dating, but wanted to keep it a secret incase it didn’t work out. Based on what they had seen so far, no one had disagreed, and a pact was made. They would give Katheryn and Ethan as much space as they wished, and no questioning them. They would tell the group when they were ready. 

 Nearly a year had passed, and now Mark was getting angry. If Ethan and Katheryn were actually dating, they would have told them already, surely! He started huffing, pacing back and forth. Amy sat across from him, lounging on his couch. 

 "I just don’t understand. Do they not trust me?“ Mark started pacing faster, rubbing his hand through his hair. Amy sighed lightly. Mark did have a point. Amy thought that Katheryn was her friend, her best friend. They always told each other everything, even the gross stuff that should have been kept to themselves. 

 "I don’t know, Mark. But I trust Katheryn. If she hasn’t told me yet, there has to be a reason. Maybe they want to be super sure before they tell us. It is a big deal after all. Mark sighed, pacing back and forth for a few more seconds before giving up. He plopped himself beside his girlfriend, laying his head in her lap. Sighing one more time, he crossed his arms. 

 "But I wanna knoooooow.” The childish response pulled a laugh out of the blonde woman. Leaning down for a quick kiss, Amy pressed play on the movie they had had queued up a few minutes ago, relaxing into their Sunday night plans. 

 Another month or two passed, the group now settling the idea that Katheryn and Ethan were dating. Now, it was a waiting game. When were they going to tell them? And just like that, the bets began. Tyler had guessed within the next two months. Pam had said within four weeks. Amy had said in the next two. And Mark, ever the optimist, said by the end of the week. 

However, as the week passed, as Friday quickly approached. On the day in question, everyone had gathered in the editing room, passing glances to each other. The only people missing - Katheryn and Ethan. Mark was getting more and more excited. Today was the day. It had to be the day. Mark’s excitement only grew as Kathryn quickly rushed into the room, a bright smile on her face. 

“Guys! Ethan really wants to see you at the front door.” Her smile pushed her cheeks into her eyes, but it didn’t seem to die down, even though it was starting to look painful. She quickly waved her hand, beckoning them to follow her. And they all did, almost too excited. Despite her confusion to their eagerness, she pushed them forward, crowding them into the small entrance way of the office. Ethan was already there, nervously bouncing on his toes. He smiled sheepishly as they finally arrived. 

 "Hey guys.“ He scratched the back of his head, looking to the ground. "Listen. I know I haven’t been the most discrete the last few months, but I have a really good reason." 

 "Ethan. We already know.” It was Tyler who had spoken. Mark was quick to retaliate, shoving his elbow into the taller man. 

 "What? No, no we don’t. Continue, Ethan. You were saying?“ 

 "Wait.” It was Katheryn now who stepped forward. “You know? For how long?” Amy looked at her guiltily. 

“A year." 

 "A year?!?” Ethan shouted in surprise. His stomach twisted into knots. A year. They had known for a year. He could have avoided all of this sneaking around, all the secrecy, for a year. He felt deflated now, but almost relieved. 

“I’m so sorry Ethan!” Amy spoke again, stepping forward. “We really wanted to ask about it, but we wanted you to do it on your own terms.” The genuine smile that crossed his features made the rest of the room smile just as easily. 

 "You guys are the best. Well, not the best. Could have saved all this secrecy and panic, but I’m glad you all know now.“ Ethan smiled again, now more excited than nervous. "I’ve been waiting all year to tell you. I really wanted to do it sooner, but I knew I wanted to be absolutely sure before I introduced you to her.” This caused the room to gain an air of confusion. Meet? But they all knew Katheryn already…unless… 

 "Wait! You’re not dating Katheryn?!?“ Pam practically shouted this, pointing accusingly between the two parties. In an instant, both Ethan and Katheryn had looked at each other for a second before shouting loudly in disgust. 

 "What? No way in hell!" 

 "I mean, no offence to Katheryn, but no way!” Before anyone could get any louder, a single hesitant tap on the door caused the room to fall silent. The disgust that once covered Ethan’s face was replaced with excitement. He wasted no time throwing open the door, a new comer standing just at the threshold. In a very three stooges fashion, the team had all lined themselves up to get a glimpse of this person, the person who was in fact dating Ethan and wasn’t Kathryn. Ethan swopped down with no doubt in his mind, claiming her lips in a sweet kiss. She smiled brightly, returning it quickly before being allowed to step through the door. She smiled at the group, scanning her eyes over one before giving her brightest to the one familiar face in the room. 

 "Hello! It’s very nice to finally meet you all. I’m (Y/N).“ 


 The group was now walking down the street, heading to their favorite lunch spot. (Y/N) followed in tow, her hand clasped tightly in Ethan’s. They were lagging far behind the others, trapped in their own world, occasionally stopping to admire the view, or share another quick kiss. "I just don’t understand.” Amy said, turning her head to look at the shorter brunette. “How do you know (Y/N)? And what was with all the secrecy?” “Oh!” Katheryn almost looked guilty, looking to the floor before meeting her friends eyes. “Remember when we went to see that movie? The really cheesy one with the dead girl?” Amy nodded in recognition. “Well, when I was headed to the bathroom half way through the movie, I spotted Ethan at the ticket booth, hand in hand with that girl. And he saw me too. He quickly panicked, and made me promise not to tell anyone. They both wanted to go slow, didn’t want to be pressured by their friends.” “But that still doesn’t explain why Chica’s was acting weird around him.” Mark said ahead of them, turning to walk backwards to join the conversation. Kathryn laughed lightly. “That’s the day I caught them. That night, Ethan slept over at her house. She has the most adorable cat in the world. Oh my god, you guys need to meet her. She’s so sweet.” And thats how the cast and crew of Markiplier ended up at your house, Chica and your precious cat alternating sitting people’s laps, laughing and getting to know you. You were so lucky your boyfriends friends were so kind. You shared a smile with Ethan, leaning over to give him a sweet kiss. Yep, you were definitely very lucky.

Okay since it was bought up let’s do a list of Ron being a Good Friend to Hermione- despite all their Romantic Drama ™ he also always 100% had her back and did some truly amazing and sweet things. This is all just from memory and I haven’t read the books in years (though I read them so many times when I was a kid I basically have them memorized)

-We start with their Friendship Origin moment- Ron was very visibily uncomfortable and guilty when Hermione overheard him complaining about her, especially when he heard she was crying over it. Even if the troll thing hadn’t happened, he probably would have apologized. The troll thing did happen though, and like Harry, he immediately rushed to her rescue despite not getting on with her.

-Of course, there’s the time he just straight up attacked Malfoy for calling Hermione a slur, despite having a broken wand. But since Hermione didn’t really understand what had happened, he also took the time explain the whole thing to her and Harry while vomiting up slugs, and was still super angry about it to the point where he started ranting and ignoring that he was throwing up slugs. He explained it in a way that made it clear Malfoy’s views were disgusting bullshit too.

-He was so upset over her being petrified that he willingly faces down his Confirmed Worst Fear just in hopes on getting some information that could help her and stop the person who’s doing this. And yes, the books make it very obvious he is doing this for Hermione- when Harry says they should follow the spiders to the FORBIDDEN FOREST FULL OF MONSTERS, Ron is visibly terrified, but then looks over at Hermione’s empty seat and agrees. He is near catatonic with fear near spiders and it was definitely one of the the worst experiences of his life,but he did it.

-Third year, he was the one most visibly concerned about her immense workload. Part of his fixation on it was wondering how she was even taking several classes at the same time in the first place, but he was also clearly concerned that she was overexerting herself- he told her multiple times that it was a Bad Idea. He seemed concerned about this even when they weren’t speaking to each other and kept bringing it up to Harry.

-The part the movie infamously changed. You know, when Snape calls Hermione and know-it-all, bullying her in front of the class and driving her near tears, so Ron stands up and screams at him “You asked a question and she knew the answer! Why are you asking if you don’t want to know!?” He got several detentions for this. 

-When he sees Hermione is struggling a lot with helping Hagrid with Buckbeak, he feels guilty and this is what spurs him to make up with her. He then pretty much takes on the entire workload of looking up stuff to help Buckbeak because Harry and Hermione have too much on their plates. This is despite the fact he really hates busywork.

-When he sees that Death Eaters are on the loose at the cup, his mind immediately jumps to concern for Hermione and protecting her from being targeted.

-When Malfoy calls Hermione a slur again and also basically says the Death Eaters are coming for her next, Ron has to be physically restrained from attacking him and dragged away. This is while people are rioting and setting shit on fire around them.

-When Harry and Malfoy get in the fight and a spell hits Hermione, Ron is the first one to run over and try to help her. He is completely focused on helping Hermione more than anyone else- when Snape comes in and starts lecturing Harry, he interrupts him and is like “OKAY BUT CAN YOU STOP AND LOOK WHAT MALFOY DID TO HERMIONE SHE NEEDS TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL WING OKAY”. Snape takes that opportunity to insult her appearance, once again driving her to tears, and once again Ron’s response is GO OFF on Snape and call him what is implied to be an impressive variety of curse words (Harry joins in on this and even though they are in a fight with each other at the moment they are both Briefly United in Their Mutual Love For Their Friend Hermione and honestly is is such an underrated friendship moment) (They both get detention)

-Is the one most visibly concerned that Hermione’s crusade against Rita Skeeter will lead to her getting hurt.

-There are a couple times throughout the books when he’ll compliment her without even realizing it because he’s just saying what he Knows to Be Fact and they’re always pretty adorable. One time she’s lecturing him and saying “well I was able to do this so why can’t you etc” and his response is to exasperatedly be like “Of course you can do it, you’re brilliant,” and she gets all happy about it even though he saw it as just stating the obvious. Basically, there are multiple times he lets slip how highly he regards her without realizing it. He’ll sometimes also let slip that he listens to her pretty closely even if he pretends he doesn’t.

-If Hermione’s crying, he’ll generally make the most effort to comfort her (Harry is too awkward to deal with people crying).

-He makes an active effort to compliment her, listen to her more and comfort her more in seventh year. This is partly because he read a book that gave him the amazing, shocking advice of “girls like being listened to and complimented” but it clearly also goes beyond that, as his complements quickly become genuine and are generally more focused on “omg you’re so smart look at you saving us again” than pick-up artist stuff. 

-famously, completely fucking loses it when she is tortured, sobbing and screaming and trying to break the walls down with his bare hands and all.Takes on Bellatrix Lestrange in his rampage to rescue her. Stays by her side afterwards and helps her walk etc.

Basically, yeah, Ron is pretty attentive and supportive of Hermione and the stuff she deals with too, even if he downplays it.

thunderstorm, p.4 | yoongi

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summary: p4/? | initially, the rumors about yoongi were what kept you so far away from him. after finally giving him a chance to prove he was more than the jerk every story made him out to be, he completely confirms everything you had come to no longer believe about him.

details/genre: badboy!yoongi, college au, angst/fluff, friend!jin, bff!jungkook, bff!taehyung

word count: 2.1k

Originally posted by diesetnoctis

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You Can’t Wear That, Jack Maynard Imagine

Highly requested for story #1 to be with Jack Maynard, so here it is! Hope you enjoy:)

-Cute Pic-

-Jack has a crush on Y/N-


You walk out into the living room where you find Conor, Josh and Jack all sitting together.

“Guys? Does this look ok?” you had plans with a guy that night and didn’t want to make a bad impression. You were wearing shorts and a plain shirt and even you thought that it was kind of boring. The three of them look at you, Josh rolling his eyes, Conor actually judging the outfit, and Jack just checking you out.

“Is this for that guy?” Conor asks, Jack’s eyes widen a little at Conor’s words but they quickly return to normal when he calms down.You know Jack has always had a crush on you but he’s never made any moves so you just don’t bother trying to take it anywhere.

You nod your head yes at Conor and he instantly laughs. “Are you trying to bore him before you even speak?” he says still laughing, you not finding it as humorous.

“I’m not boring” you defend yourself.

“Y/N please” Josh joins in, “you literally spent all of last night reading instead of coming out with all of us”

Conor laughs and you look to Jack to see if he was going to join in.

“I think her outfit looks fine” Jack smiles at you sweetly before he looks down to his hands.

“That’s just because you don’t want another guy to look at her like you do” Josh rolls his eyes at Jack and Jack’s face instantly went red.

“Seriously though, maybe wear like a dress or something” Conor gives your current outfit a disgusted look and then he looks away.

You sigh as you walk away to find another outfit. After frantically pulling clothes out of your wardrobe, you find a short black dress that showed off some cleavage.

‘This’ll get me some attention’ you think to yourself as you throw it on.

The dress sat perfectly on you and hugged your curves tightly, this guy was in for a real treat. You walk out of your room to go model the dress for the guys and are startled when you bump into Jack. He looks at your dress and his tongue swipes his upper lip, his eyes staring at you intensely.

“Is it bad?” you ask unsure about your choice now.

Jack looks up to your eyes and you could feel his stare in your stomach.

“You can’t wear that” Jack says bringing himself closer to you.

Was Jack Maynard about to make a move on you? Your heart raced as he got closer and closer,  you didn’t know if what was happening was true.

“Is something wrong with it?” you ask gulping as he nears your body. His chest was inches from your face and you could feel the warmth from his body.

Jack brings his head down to whisper, and what he says causes your heart to melt on spot, “If you wear that out, I wont be the guy who takes it off”.

He places his hand on your hip and brings his face down so his nose was centimetres away from yours. You wrap your arms around his neck and he lifts you up to wrap your legs around his body. He pushes you up against the wall and continues to kiss you sloppily.

His kiss was warm and wet, it was very sexual and it turned you on. His hands went around your waist as he rubbed up on you, creating friction. One of your straps fell from your shoulder and when Jack realizes, he takes his chance and begins to sloppily kiss your neck, leaving hickeys behind.

“AAAHHHH” Conor yells as he falls to the ground pretending to cry. He covered his eyes as you jump down from Jacks body. Both yours and Jacks faces were bright red.

“Don’t be so dramatic” Jack rolls his eyes trying to play it off cool.

“Yeah, at least i know i chose the right outfit” you laugh instantly getting a glare from Conor.

“This is disgusting” Conor whines as he stands back up shaking his head. He storms away angrily and you give Jack a cheeky grin.

looking out for you

pairing: taehyung x reader | soulmates
word count: 9.2k
     → i didn’t even know soulmates existed before you. but i know it’s real because i feel it. it’s like my heart sees you and it just kinda knows you.

You were presenting in class the first time he infiltrated your vision with silk-like strokes of vivid colors. An odd twinge in your heart erupted and it felt as if someone had a grip around your throat, your legs giving in beneath you, your hands shakily finding their way to the table for support. As if through a blur, you heard your name being called out and you looked upon the class as specks of brown hues emerged, specks that hadn’t been there before.

It was a desperate attempt to stay upright as you focused on steadying your breath, the vivid hallucinations making it all that much harder when the specks took shapes and your heartrate boomed. Adrenaline was pulsing through your body and you saw the terrible posture, the slouched spine and the coffee hues that had turned to soft strands of hair. It was a boy, but he wasn’t from here. You saw the books in front of him, faint colors of a room surrounding him, an entire different reality set around his frame. Your lungs were fighting for air and you were irrevocably wavering when a choked scream finally fell from your lips and the figure turned, the widest set of scared eyes looking right back at you.

Seconds after that, you fainted.

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Disclaimer: Nothing here belongs to me, and belongs to the person who created it. The only thing I own is the plot.

Also, sorry it’s short;;;; I’m writing this while I’m sick and tired and I feel like I’m dying, so I’m just gonna try and get this over with so I can take a nap or just sleep in general =^=

Also, really really sorry. It ended up shorter than I expected. Gosh I’m tired. Anyways, Imm gonna call it done, I don’t know what else to add to it. I’ll probably write something longer in the future

Dipper - Majors in creative writing - 17
Mabel - Majors in mixed media art - 17

Mason - Majors in psychology - 21
Belle - Majors in fashion designer - 21

Tyrone - Majors in sport science - 19
May - Majors in human physiology - 19

(None of the Mabel’s are in it)

“You do realize that most stories like this are quite overused, right? I’m sorry to disappoint you Dipper, but I suggest rewriting this, or starting over, so it won’t end up as a cliché,” Mason sighed, tapping his long and thin fingers on the table.

Dipper groaned, and pressed the heels of his hands against his brown eyes. “Knew it,” he hissed underneath his breath, the corner of his lips curled into a scowl. “Shouldn’t have listened to my peers when they said it would have been easier,” he grumbled under his breath, not removing his small hands from their place on his head.

“I suggest not listening to your peers at all,” Tyrone butted in, taking a seat next to Dipper at the kitchen table. He had a red apple in hand, already taking a bite out of it. “They don’t really help with much at all, really.” The man shrugged, and tipped his chair back, resting his feet on the table, crossing his ankles. He frowned, and took small nibbles out of the red fruit in his hand. “Then again, that’s just me.”

“Feet off of the table, you heathen,” Mason hissed, glaring at Tyrone’s feet. “We eat here, so at least show some respect and get your dirty feet off.” Mason’s face scrunched up a bit as he leaned back in his seat.

Tyrone just stuck his tongue out, before flipping the bird, and continuing to eat his apple. Mason huffed, and decided that dealing with Tyrone could happen later.

“As I was saying earlier,” Mason nodded his head a little, thinking before he continued, “editing this or rewriting it would help very much. I would say that if you just get rid of a few sentences or fix them, then you’ll be good. A solid ‘B’, in my opinion,” he hummed. Mason stopped tapping the table, and glanced up at Dipper and Tyrone, the former still in the same position (and had started groaning softly), and the latter still slowly eating an apple silently. “I.. Wouldn’t want you to rewrite the entire thing of course…” He said slowly, eyeing Dipper. “Are you okay?” Mason asked, tone oddly sympathetic for once.

“Mmmmhmmmmm, a-okay, totally gonna be alright. Yep. All good over here. Totally not gonna have to rewrite the entire thing,” Dipper removed his hands from his eyes, and shifted a bit, before letting his head drop on the table with a soft ‘thump’. “A-okay,” Dipper repeated, giving his brothers a thumbs up, his hand then disappearing underneath the table.

“Think you broke him, bro,” Tyrone commented, twirling his apple on his finger before taking a bite out of it. “Not the first time this happened. I think Mabel said something about this happened when they finished finals. Not sure though.” Tyrone shrugged, finishing his apple. Tossing the core up in the air and catching it, he tossed it at Mason, grinning widely.

Mason glared at Tyrone, catching the apple core. “Ew,” he mumbled distastefully, face scrunching up in disgust. He stood up, and walked over to the trash can, dropping the apple core in it. “Next time, just throw it away,” Mason hissed, glaring at Tyrone.

Tyrone grinned at his older brother, and gave the man finger guns. “Bang,” Tyrone said, his hand moving up a bit so it looked like he shot Mason. Despite it being his fingers.

Mason rolled his blue eyes, sitting back down, crossing his right leg over his left. He put his elbow the table, and rested his chin in the palm of his head. “You sure you’re okay Dipper?” He received a groan in response.

“We’ll take that as a yes!” Tyrone said, smiling. Mason glared at him, and Tyrone just winked at the other brunette.

Connected [Draco Malfoy x Reader, Modern AU]

A/N: this is the fluffiest shit i have ever written enJOY

Word Count: 5,008 (literally the longest imagine I’ve ever written)

Warnings: Cursing, unnamed time skips, MAJOR FLUFF, MODERN AU

Summary: Draco had ended it with (Name) years ago after being in a relationship for years. What happens when they reconnect in a hotel bar and live the scenarios they thought would never happen again after their separation?


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Draco Malfoy.

What a bittersweet name.

Even after all of these years, his name still came up in her mind from time to time.

Everyone has that one ex who is always kind of just… There. They don’t leave your thoughts, but at the same time, there are no feelings that remain.

The two had the perfect relationship. (Name), being young and vulnerable, thought it was true love. And honestly…? Even now at the age of twenty-one, she didn’t doubt that it was anything but love she felt back then. The wonderful age of fifteen—my was it a time. Draco was the perfect boyfriend in her eyes—handsome, caring, protective but not overly… What had gone wrong..? He had showered her with love and she did the same to him, so she couldn’t really recall where everything went downhill.

Sure, he had girls falling for him left and right, but he would always shrug them off. He let (Name) have her space and she let him have his, but only when needed.

She remembered her parents were devastated when she announced their separation. They absolutely adored Draco. They always told her to marry someone like him—well off, strong, and kind. Draco had loved (Name’s) parents almost as much as she did.

Often she wondered how he was doing now. Was he engaged? Married? Single? Who knew. He went off to Harvard in Massachusetts (His father was quite proud of that) while (Name) went to Cornell University to pursue her dreams of becoming a research botanist. Right now she sat on a leather stool in New York City. Her college friends had decided to go four hours from Ithaca to enjoy everything the city had to offer while Spring Break was still going on. Even though (Name) opposed their offer to drink until they couldn’t see the floor and instead suggested ordering pizza in the hotel room, she was dragged to the hotel’s bar. Stupid college students and their drinking.

A black cocktail dress that clung to her figure and stopped mid-thigh made her look like she cared more than she actually did. Her makeup consisted of black winged eyeliner and deep red lipstick, along with light mascara and eyeshadow. The highlight her friend suggested made her cheekbones look perky and bright.

Her friends were with their boyfriends or boys they were in ‘flirtationships’ with (whatever that was), leaving her to herself.

She sipped on a glass of wine while scrolling absentmindedly through her phone contacts.

Her thumb stopped on a familiar contact name. 'Draco’.

Countless times she thought about calling or texting him, but she never did. All she wanted to do was catch up and talk about what happened.

….What exactly did happen?“

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Get Out ; 1 (M)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jimin

Summary: Every time you look at Yoongi, he would always catch your eye and grimace with disgust flashing in his eyes. Never in your entire life have you felt so victimized, and once you get partnered up with him for your art history project, you’re determined to reveal the reason behind this irrational disliking.

Genre: romance, angst, light smut, classmate!yoongi, fwb!jimin

Parts: one | two | three | four | five

Word Count: 5.0k

Warnings: this contains mature sexual themes

A/N: after what seemed like a long break, i finally got back into writing!! thanks everyone for all the fic recs/advice for me to find my motivation

You and Jimin have been best friends for a really long time. It all started in middle school—no wait—first grade when you got seated next to Park Jimin. He’s always been that chubby kid that often brought snacks to share with everyone. You’ve always wondered how many snacks that kid can stuff in his backpack to distribute to all of his classmates, and you’ve thought about if whether or not it’s possible for Jimin to run out of snacks.

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Down in the Library Basement

Running a library is not an easy thing to do.

You’d be surprised at the number of people who think that all librarians do is sit around and read the whole day. They have no concept of all the duties that come with being a librarian. In just one day, my mother will teach a class for senior citizens on how to use the computer, help four different families find the graves of their loved ones, register a thousand new books into the system, reorder all the books that have been returned, hold a story-time session for the children… the list goes on and on.

The point of me telling you this is for you to understand that it takes a person with a degree and years of experience to run a library… and I am not that person.

My mom has run our small town’s library for over twenty years.  She’s damn good at what she does, and that’s the only reason that town still has a library. Unfortunately, this meant that it was difficult to replace her, even for a short amount of time, when she fell down the basement stairs and broke her leg.

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Imagine Sandor Clegane catching your eye

(Got the gif off Google, if you made it tell me and I’ll credit you!)

The first time you had seen him you were with Arya, as the handmaiden of the rambunctious girl, you chased her through the crowd as she weaved herself in between the masses trying to catch a glimpse of King Robert Baratheon and his kingsguard, the thing that most intrigued her. When you finally managed to push your way to her she was atop of a carriage giving her full view of the knights as they began to ride past. The first two carried the sigil of the house Baratheon, followed by more knights, before the boy prince Joffrey himself rode past, however his sworn shield is what caught your eye. His armor was darker than the rest of the knights and his helmet was shaped like a snarling hound. He was larger than most and you, like most, had heard stories of the prince’s shield. The Hound with the burnt face. Terrible tales of how his face was brutally disfigured by fire, leaving him looking grotesque and monstrous to anyone who laid their eyes upon him. His helmet covered his face leaving his scars hidden which did nothing to lessen your curiosity in what he truly looked like, but before you had a second to truly think more about the man, Arya jumped from atop the carriage and sprinted back towards the Starks who were lined up waiting for King Robert Baratheon to greet them. You ran behind her and ushered her into the line next to Bran before rushing to stand behind her, next to Jon and Theon.

Just as you turned, the knights rode up in front of the Starks. The Hound came to a stop right behind Prince Joffery before pulling the teeth of his helmet and opening it, exposing his face. The helmet cast a shadow on his face which did not allow you to see the extent of the burns, but you caught a slight glimpse of the flame charred skin over his right eye. His eyes scanned the group of people in front of him before they landed on you. His eyes were brown and his gaze was steely, but you did not find yourself turning and looking away. His stare almost completely took your attention that when King Robert finally rode in, you almost forgot to drop to your knees as a sign of respect. After he allowed you all to rise up again, you once again looked back to the man to find that his gaze had been placed elsewhere.  As the king and Ned greeted one another you tried to shush Sansa and Arya who were murmuring about “the imp” and Jamie Lannister. Soon Ned and King Robert left to the crypts essentially dismissing all of you, you then preceded to drag Arya to her chambers to ready her for the feast which was to come later on that evening.

As you rushed out of Arya’s chambers to locate some water for the little wolf you collided into a strong body. The impact left you on the floor and the empty pitcher at the feet of the person you had collided with. “What’re you rushing about for, girl?” a gruff voice rang out. You looked up to see the same man, or rather Hound, from earlier. This time he had no helmet on, and the light from the torches on the wall allowed you to get a better look at him. He was large, much larger than many of the men in Winterfell, that was for sure. His hair was long enough to cover the marks on the right side of his face, but in this instant, they had been pushed aside which gave you a full view of the skin. The craterous, fire cracked skin ran down from his right temple to his right cheek. The scorch marks ended towards the middle of his cheek, where the skin was instead covered with a thick beard. “Are ya deaf or mute, girl ?” he called again to you. You realized you had been staring and started out an apology. “I’m sorry Ser, I was just going for some water.” He bent down to pick up the pitcher and then reached for your arm. He lifted you up with ease before passing the pitcher back. You looked back at his face and then took notice of his brown eyes, due to you now standing you could more greatly appreciate his features. If it wasn’t for the burns on his face you could have seen many women throwing themselves at his feet for he was quite handsome. You began to blush at the thought and soon looked down, away from his face. “Do I frighten you that much or disgust you so that you must look away from me?” “No,” you quickly called out, “I’m just..” you trailed off not knowing how to put into words what you thought. “In any case, watch out. A pretty little thing like you could get hurt from rushing around blindly in these halls.” You looked up to see him gazing down at you. You smiled bashfully at his words as your cheeks flamed even more before thanking him and rushing around him. You hurried down the hall and turned a corner before managing to catch your breath. The Hound had truly managed to catch your intrigue.

Note: This is the first fic I’ve written (and published) so some feedback would be greatly appreciated! I hope you guys like it and if you want more just let me know!

The time Shiro cried because Keith had a boyfriend

7:38 AM

       The first thing Shiro noticed when he woke up was that he had a serious case of cotton mouth. The second thing he noticed was when he got up the room was spinning. “What the hell happened to me? Keith?”  He and Keith usually woke up together and enjoyed each other’s company before they had to get up and face the day. “I guess he already left for breakfast.” As graceful as a baby deer walking for the first time, he walked to the bathroom adjoined to his room. He looked up into the mirror and saw that his eyes had major baggage and puffiness. Groaning he washed his face and drank dome water straight from the tap of the sink. “I haven’t felt like this since the party that Matt threw after we were chosen for the Kerberos Mission.” After that night Shiro decided that his drinking days were over. Of course, a week later he found himself at another celebration that involved drinking.

       “What happened last night?” The last thing he could remember was trying out some elixir that the people from Methuis gave them as a thank you for freeing them from the Galra but after that everything was fuzzy. “Maybe Keith or the rest of the team can fill me in.” He couldn’t find his boots so he had to use his lion slippers instead. He still felt a little dizzy but he managed to make his way to the dining area without keeling over.

       “Speak of the devil!” Shiro winced at the sound of Lance’s loud voice. “Oops, sorry Shiro. Forgot you’d probably have a killer hangover.” Most of the team were sitting down enjoying the delicious breakfast that Hunk had made for them. Hunk and Corn sat on one side of the table as Pidge and Lance sat on the other. Keith and Allura were the only ones missing from the table.

       “Hangover? So that ‘elixir’ was just alcohol?” He asked as he sat down next to Lance and Pidge.  A grateful smile was sent Hunk’s way as their resident chef passed him a pre-prepared plate of food.

       “For the most part, yes. But from what Hunk and Lance have informed me about your planets drinks, the little sip of elixir you had was equivalent to about 12 of your earths…shots, was it?” Pidge nodded at Coran’s question.  

       “Yup, about 12 shots of Vodka. I’m kind of impressed you didn’t throw up.” Pidge gave a teasing disgusted face. “Although, I almost did with how gross you were being to Keith.”

       “I thought it was sweet. We never get to see them be all couple-y.” Hunk said with a soft smile.

     “I thought it was hilarious! Who knew Shiro was such a flirt?” Shiro’s face flushed at Lance’s comment.  

       “Flirting? What happened? I don’t remember anything from last night.” The looks that Hunk, Lance, and Pidge gave him did not do anything to ease his worries.


The night before: 10:30 PM

       Coran had told us that the drink wasn’t anything harmful but we were still a little worried about it so you offered to try it and five minutes later you started mumbling something about little lions

      “Where are my little lions?” Shiro was pulling of his boots and throwing them across the room in an uncaring manor as he stumbled around. Hunk looked over at Pidge mothing ‘little lions?’ as she just shrugged in response.

      “Uh, Shiro? What do you mean by little lions?” Lance was the one to ask their fearless leader as he looked around the rooms furniture.

      “The little lions! Y’know the ones that go on my feet. The black ones with the red wings.” Pidge snorted trying to contain her laughter as Hunk and Lance looked at Shiro in disbelief. They had never seen Shiro like this. He was always so calm and collected. Sure, they’ve seen Shiro be somewhat silly but this was a whole other level.

      “What is in this stuff?” Lance went over and sniffed at the still mostly filled drink and gagged at the smell. “Ah gross! It smells like someone mixed rum with vodka!” Still coughing at the smell Lance dumped out the drink. “I don’t think he’ll need the rest.”

      “If it’s alcohol there’s no way he can be this drunk already. He only had a sip!” Hunk picked up the bottle but the bottle didn’t have any kind of label on it (not that he’d be able to read it if it did).

      “Maybe space drinks are a lot stronger than the ones on earth.” Pidge couldn’t keep the laughter out of her voice as she talked. “That drink is probably similar to absinthe on Earth.” Shiro finally found his black lion slippers hiding under the couch and slipped them on. Just as he slipped them on Keith walked in with his hair still damp from his shower. The Garrison trio watched as Shiro’s eyes landed on Keith and his jaw dropped. Keith froze at Shiro’s intense gaze.

       “Um…Shiro? You okay?” Shiro stood up straight and walked up to Keith.

        “I’m better now that you’re here.” Lance made a weird noise as Shiro picked up Keith’s hand and gently pressed his lips to bruised knuckles. Keith’s ears were bright red as he looked questioningly over to the rest of the team.

        “Is he drunk?” They didn’t get a chance to answer as Shiro forced Keith’s attention back on him.

         “Has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you look? Especially those eyes, they have more stars than space.” At this point, Pidge was muttering how she wished she had a camera and Hunk was watching Keith’s face turn redder and redder with every word that came out of Shiro’s mouth.

           “Shiro! You stole my line!” Lance grumbled as Shiro didn’t even acknowledge him but instead gave Keith a sickly-sweet look. Lance raised an eyebrow as Keith took his hand back and gave Shiro a fond and exasperated smile.

           “As a matter of fact, someone has told me that before.” At Keith’s statement Shiro immediately glared over at Lance. Pidge was laughing so hard that she was hiccupping and Hunk was getting there just by the look of fear on Lance’s face.

           “If I may ask, who?” Shiro asked, turning his attention back at Keith. Keith shook his head with a smile on his face as he crossed his arms.

           “My boyfriend.” Shiro froze and stared at Keith with a heartbroken look. The four of them saw tears swell in his grey eyes.

           “Boyfriend?” Keith nodded not affected by the tears or the bust of laughter from the trio still watching them. “Is he good to you?” Keith nodded. “Does he love and respect you?” Keith nodded again with a soft look. “Does he treat you like his equal and tell you how much you mean to him every day?” Another nod. “Does he make you happy?” At the final question, Keith gave the most genuine smile.

           “More than I think I deserve.” Shiro smiled sadly.

           “Then I’m happy for you but if you don’t mind, can you tell me who he is?” Keith huffed in amusement as he uncrossed one of his arms to grab Shiro’s right hand and tangle their fingers together.

           “He’s you.” Keith laughed as Shiro’s face lit up and his human arm wrapped around his waist to pull him closer.

           “Me? Really? How did I ever get so lucky?” Keith brought his other hand to Shiro’s cheek as he pressed their foreheads together.

           “I think I’m the one supposed to be asking that.” Shiro smiled softly as he tried to memorize every detail of Keith’s smile. Keith thumb stroked Shiro’s cheek as he pulled their faces closer together to pull him into a sweet kiss. When Keith pulled away Shiro immediately chased after him and pulled him into another.

            Their moment was shattered at the sound of fake gagging from Pidge and Lance, and the sound of Hunk blowing his nose still crying from such a heartfelt scene. “It’s just so beautiful.” The rest of the night was spent with the team messing with drunken Shiro with Keith glued to his side.


           “At around one in the morning we lost the two of you. I’m guessing you guys went back to your room since you were falling asleep.” Shiro nodded at Coran’s words, face incredibly hot as he got up. “Alright, thanks for catching me up.” He shuffled out of the room and leaned against the wall right outside. Why did they have to see me like that? Sighing in defeat he went off to the training room to find Keith. On his way, he bumped into Allura.

           “Ah, Shiro! How are you feeling? I heard you had a bit of a rough night.” Allura asked him in amusement. He wasn’t surprised they had told Allura what had happened. He found he didn’t mind so much. At least it showed Allura that he wasn’t near perfect.

           “I’m a little better now that I’ve eaten. I was just looking for Keith.”

           “I believe he just finished his morning training with the gladiator. I’m sure he’s still in there.” He thanked her and continued walking to the training room. He walked in to see Keith using the bottom half of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face. His gazed lingered at the exposed skin as he let himself in.

           “Enjoying the view?” Keith gave him a teasing smirk and he pulled his shirt back down. Shiro just smiled back as he walked up to Keith and pulled him into his arms.

           “Always.” He replied and gave a gentle kiss to Keith’s forehead. Keith scrunched his nose and pulled away.

           “Gross, I’m still sweaty.” Shiro pulled him back in, closer this time, and buried his face in the crook of Keith’s neck and shoulder.

           “I don’t care.” After a minute of just holding each other Shiro pulled back with a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry about last night.” Keith shook his head with a small smile.

           “You don’t have to apologize. It’s not like I haven’t seen you drunk before.” Keith looked down, hiding behind his hair. “Besides, it was actually really cute.” Shiro chuckled warmly and tilted Keith’s chin up to press their lips together. Keith pulled away first and looked into Shiro’s eyes. “I love you.” Shiro’s eyes widen as he remembered one final detail from the night.

The night before: 1:13 AM

           Keith had helped him down the hall to their shared bedroom. He hadn’t bothered with the lights seeing as Shiro was already falling asleep before they even made it to the bed. Keith gently removed his shirt and pants to replace them with sweatpants and a loose shirt. He then did the same for himself and crawled into bed. Keith pulled a blanket over the both of them and just laid there watching as Shiro fell into an easy slumber.

           “You always talk about how lucky you are to have met me but I still think you’re wrong. I’m the luckiest person in the universe to be right here by your side every day. I would have never made it this far in life without you.” Keith whispered gently. “You saved my life when we met and now I’ll do everything it takes to keep you safe, just like I know you’ll do for me.” He felt a soft press of lips against his own. “I love you.”


           Looking into those grey blue (who are you kidding? They’re purple.) his chest ached with how much love he feels for the man in front of him. His right hand. His best friend. His boyfriend. Sometimes he feels selfish for being happy that Keith was here with him because Keith should be safe back on Earth. But then who would be coming to my rescue? Everything that has happened to this point has been fate. Their story has long since been written in the stars.

           “I love you, too.”

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Based off of this post 

Sirius Black / Leaving home

Requested from the prompt list, 5, 10 & 17, by a wonderful anon. I’ve written something else similar to this, where Sirius experiences some family drama so check my super cool masterlist if you’re into that!

Sirius Black was slamming doors. Every door he came across was slammed. He slammed the bathroom door. He slammed his bedroom door. He slammed the kitchen door, the drawing room door, the cabinet doors, every door he could find, really. 

Sirius Black had been slamming the doors of Number 3, Grimmauld place all week as he smoldered in an unhealthy pot of resentment stirred by his oh-so lovely family members as they carried out their Christmas jubilee.

He of course, did not want to be spending break here, surrounded by the worst kinds of people when he could be anywhere else. 

He had received a grand total of three holiday vacation invites and had declined each one on behalf of Regulus, who he couldn’t have stomached leaving alone.

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Ha Sungwoon Harry Potter AU
  • ha sungwoon is like lowkey the modern day harry potter
  • like he’s the gryffindor seeker and pretty popular
  • he and his best friend noh taehyun have like 875938423 fangirls
  • unfortunately for you, as the gryffindor keeper, that means you have to listen to the screaming fangirls all during quidditch practice
  • like you’re just tryna practice these new saves that professor wood taught you and he’s out here blowing kisses at the girls??? boi??????
  • the two of you are pretty good friends through quidditch, even though he’s a year older than you
  • (you’re the baby of the team)
  • you’re late to practice a lot because you’re studying for your owls
  • sungwoon offers to help you study since he knows how important you are to the team
  • (and he thinks ur cutehahahahahaha)
  • the two of you meet in the common room and were GONNA study there but taehyun and his other friends kept bothering you two so you headed off to the library instead
  • but as you were walking down the seventh floor corridor when this room appears?
  • and you’re super freaked out and like how did that just appear but sungwoon is like oh shit it’s the room of requirement we can just study there
  • so you enter
  • and it’s like this super cute study space with lights and textbooks and stuff
  • and you’re poking around looking at what textbooks there are when sungwoon makes this DISGUSTING noise/shriek behind you
  • and you turn around in confusion and he’s standing there with a huge blush on his face
  • you didn’t realize it at the time but sungwoon found this huge bouquet of roses and used the vanishing spell to make it disappear
  • (and since the room of requirement knows what people wish for… 🌚 🌚 🌚)
  • lmao anyways
  • sungwoon helps you study after practice like every day so that you can focus on the things that really matter
  • like beating slytherin for the house cup
  • and a really important match against ravenclaw comes up
  • gryffindor has to get exactly 500 points in order to quality for the quidditch championship
  • you and your teammates always sit together on match days
  • you’re like super nervous and can barely eat anything during breakfast
  • sungwoon comes into the great hall (and a million girls start screaming)
  • he plops himself down next to you and starts shoving food into his face
  • you and your teammates just kind of stare at him in disgust
  • “(y/n), aren’t you going to eat anything?”
  • “no, i’m too nervous and my stomach’s kind of queasy”
  • he like IMMEDIATELY stops eating and grabs your shoulders in concern
  • “where does it hurt? are you gonna throw up? do you want me to carry you to madam pomfrey really quick? guys, (y/n) is sick DO SOMETHING”
  • you shove him away
  • “dude chill, i’m just nervous”
  • you just chalk his behavior up to the importance of the match and having you play
  • your teammates all trade knowing looks
  • “you really should eat something”
  • sungwoon dumps a bunch of toast onto your plate after carefully buttering it
  • then it’s time for the match!!!
  • the butterflies in your stomach turn into a hurricane, but as soon as professor wood blows the whistle and releases the snitch, all your worries fly away
  • ur in ur like QUIDDITCH ZONE(jazz hands)
  • you have to pay really close attention to what the score is
  • ong seongwoo is the announcer and he tends to get a bit sidetracked when he’s announcing lol
  • sungwoon hovers a couple feet above you, keeping an eye out for the snitch
  • you’ve managed to block all of the ravenclaw chasers’ shots so far, but then a beater pops up out of nowhere and socks you in the head with a bludger
  • “LEAVE (Y/N) ALONE, YOU RATS!”…”prof. mcgonagall would like to inform you all that ravenclaw has scored”
  • you’re fine but sungwoon (and the rest of the team tbh) is pissed
  • gryffindor is still in the lead by 50 points
  • slowly your lead grows
  • but ravenclaw totally shifted their tactics from the last time you played them
  • now their beaters are concentrating on you and trying to get you out of the game
  • so your beaters have to stay close to you and protect you, which prevents you from being able to fly around the hoops and protect them like you normally would
  • sungwoon is also livid because it’s really dirty of ravenclaw to gang up on you like that just to get more points
  • finally you guys are at 350
  • and you motion to sungwoon that it’s time
  • he spots the snitch and he’s off like a bullet zooming after that
  • but the ravenclaw chasers are getting close to you and theres bludgers shooting at you left and right and you keep almost colliding into the gryffindor beaters
  • you can tell that sungwoon is about to get the snitch so you decide to trust sungwoon
  • knowing that theres literally no way you could defend the hoops with so much going on, you speed up and straight on collide with the ravenclaw chaser who has the quaffle
  • and theres no way he’s scoring now
  • sungwoon catches the snitch but you shot towards the chaser with such a high velocity that you lose your balance and almost fall of your broom
  • sungwoon speeds over to where you are and helps you regain your balance, holding your hand tightly as he waves the snitch around happily.
  • when you guys land the team rushes together screaming happily that you guys made it to the championship
  • you and sungwoon are still holding hands but you don’t really realize it
  • professor woods goes onto the loudspeaker 
  • “gryffindor wins 500-250!”
  • and out of nowhere sungwoon yanks you towards him and just fucking plants one on you
  • god damn his lips are soft?
  • the team is cheering again but for an entirely different reason
  • he pulls away breathlessly, eyes darting over your face in worry
  • you laugh, totally ecstatic from everything that’s just happened and kiss his lips again
  • (you don’t even need to tiptoe lmao)
  • (sorry i’m like the same height as sungwoon i promise i won’t make fun of him)
  • after the adrenaline of the match + kissing fucking ha sungwoon wears off u realize ur in a ton of pain
  • because of the stupid bludgers
  • and your wrist is probably sprained? 
  • also you should probably get that head injury checked out
  • sungwoon helps you to the hospital wing (he tries to carry you but he’s exhausted as well and you’re not tryna get dropped by your boyfriend before you’ve even dated for a day)
  • you two are like the gryffindor power couple
  • amazing

lmao i just really like quidditch

We have to go!

Hello!  So this isn’t speculative or anything but just a funny sweet little drabble that takes place after the events of Season 5.  It’s slightly NSFW.

Felicity lays in the bed relaxed, feeling the mild aftershocks from the vibrations that rocked her body cocoon her in a warm laziness.  She keeps her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of all her nerve endings firing.  Dimly aware of the hands gripping her waist, the scratchy beard currently making its way from her center where it had recently been feasting.  Lips placing small kisses on her stomach then inching slowly up her torso.  She peeks an eye open and sees the sheets still draped around Oliver’s head, shoulder and chest obscuring him from view.  Felicity sighs happily, one hand still tangled in the hair on his head, the other arm loosely draping a shoulder.  

“Not a bad way to start the morning,” she murmurs.  He doesn’t reply, too busy kissing her breast, pulling the nipple into his mouth before licking it lightly.  In response, she arches her back slightly and he slides his arm in the gap holding her to him.  She lets her head hang loosely back, her mouth parting slightly, breath quickening, feeling small bubbles of excitement starting to re-form.

He presses an arm down into the mattress, pulling himself up and out of the sheets, so that he can lean down and kiss her on the mouth, sliding his tongue into hers, nipping at her lip gently.

“MmmHmm” Oliver rumbles against her mouth.  He pulls away and she opens her eyes to see him looking down at her smiling.

Felicity blushes, for some reason, the intensity of his blue eyes focused on her makes her suddenly self-conscious, “What?” she says.

“I love the way you look right now.”

“Why, because I look like a woman who’s been well satisfied?” Felicity teases.

Oliver laughs, “a little.” Then he shakes his head, his eyes softening, “because it’s just for me.  When we’re alone, I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.”

Oliver leans down, kisses Felicity again.  Felicity wraps her arms around him, pulling him down on top of her, luxuriating in the feel of his muscular form pressed against her softer form.  

She turns her head to the side as Oliver trails kisses down her jaw line to the nape of her neck. She stares at the alarm clock ‘7:45am.’ It takes a moment to register.  SHIT.  7:45 AM.

“Is that the time?” She asks, panic making her voice rise into a squeak.  Oliver doesn’t respond, merely grunting as he continues to suck at her neck intently.

Felicity slaps at his shoulders, scrambling to get out from under Oliver.  “Oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was so late!”  Ignoring his murmured protestations, she bounces to the edge of the bed, evading Oliver’s arms as he tries to pull her back into the warmth of their nest of sheets.  “I’m serious. If we’re late again, he’s going to kill me!”  As she stands, Oliver flops face down into the sheets in defeat.  Felicity rolls her eyes, not that he can see her now.

She scurries around the room, gathering clothes, and Oliver props an arm on the bed and watches her, “You’re not going to be late.”  

“Easy for you to say,” Felicity retorts, “Mayor doesn’t have to be in the office until he wants Queen!”  Felicity disappears into the bathroom.

Felicity’s heels click down the stairs just as Oliver pours a cup of coffee into a metal tumbler screwing on the lid tightly.  She throws down her coat and purse, sticking a piece of toast in her mouth as she struggles with the clasp on her bracelet.  Oliver walks over taking over the clasp closing duties, then pulls the toast from her mouth and bites into it himself.  Felicity smiles at him, still harried and distracted, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”  He pulls her towards him, kissing her on the lips, her fresh clean scent enveloping him.

“C’MON!  We’re going to be late…AGAIN!”  William stands between them impatiently looking at them in disgust.  He’s already dressed with his backpack slung around his shoulders.  

Felicity’s eyes widen as if to say, I told you he was going to be mad.

Oliver bites his lip struggling to keep a straight face, he turns to William asking, “Did you eat breakfast?”

“Yes, I ate breakfast.” William huffs picking up Felicity’s things and practically throwing them at her as he attempts to steer her to the door. She lets him.  “We’re going to be late.”  He repeats insistent and annoyed.

Oliver hands Felicity her coffee and pulls William into a quick hug, which he accepts for a moment before squirming out of the embrace to pull open the front door.

“Hey.”  Oliver says stopping them. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Felicity and William look back at him blankly and Oliver leans forward giving Felicity a kiss.  

William sighs loudly, “Are you kidding me!”

But, Oliver ignores him, smiling at Felicity, “You have a good day.” And then he leans down and presses his mouth against the small swell of Felicity’s stomach.  Oliver places a kiss on her belly, whispering, “and you too little one.”

Felicity smiles, shaking her head at Oliver.  “The baby is like the size of a banana.”  

Oliver straightens still smiling and leans in again to kiss her mouth, when William’s frustrated voice breaks through, “We have to go!”  Oliver and Felicity exchange an amused look and abort the kiss.

“Okay, Okay!” Felicity capitulates, “Let’s go.”  William charges through the door and before Felicity walks through, she murmurs, “Demanding and bossy, I wonder where he gets that from.”

Oliver squints at her, “Funny.”  But when she turns to look over her shoulder at him and grins, he smiles good-naturedly back.