he said not to get him one

i’m sure this has been done. but. eh.

“I don’t think it’s that bad,” Neil says.

Andrew looks away from the road to Neil, and then back again.

“They’re not,” Neil attempts.

The only reason Neil finally agreed to go to the dentist was because of the threat of being benched by the coaches. Not because the pain has been affecting his playing - of course it hasn’t - but because everyone on the team is sick of him holding and rotating his jaw all the time, obviously in pain but completely unwilling to admit it.

“You do as the doctors say now,” Andrew says, a reminder of an old agreement made back when Neil first went pro. Neil’s innate distrust in people wasn’t ever going to be a good enough reason for him to be stupid in regards to medical care when he was out of Abby’s hands. Andrew would like to think that now they’re on the same team he would have slightly more sway over Neil, but that’s never really been the case.

“He’s not a doctor.” The level of scorn in Neil’s voice is truly impressive. 

“Medical professional, then.” Andrew imagines the look on the dentist’s face as hearing Neil’s real opinion of him.

“Lots of people keep their wisdom teeth,” Neil says. “You still have yours.”

Andrew’s aren’t growing sideways out of his skull and threatening to crowd all his other teeth together. The term the dentist had used for Neil’s was ‘severely impacted’. He’d referred Neil to a maxillofacial surgeon and said that Neil would be lucky if they could be removed under sedation rather than a general anaesthetic. 

“I know,” Andrew says, rather than attempting a logical argument. There’s really no point.


“I know, it’s hard to believe that my mouth really is bigger than yours,” Andrew says.

The threat of benching works well enough to get Neil to the surgeon, which is unsurprising to anyone who actually knows Neil. He’s calm and unafraid all day, except for the piercing look he gives Andrew in the moments before he’s ushered away.

“There’s a quiet waiting room just through here,” someone says, indicating a door. “You would be amazed how ill people have to be before they stop considering asking for an autograph.”

It’s been a while since anyone over the age of about sixteen asked Andrew for an autograph - the older ones got the idea eventually - but the offer of a quiet place to not be stared at isn’t anything to be sniffed at. Andrew goes through the door and takes a spot on a chair next to the window with a clear view of the door.

His fingers itch for a cigarette. He reaches for his phone instead.

Social media isn’t of much interest to him, so he spends a good half-hour reading news articles spiralling into scientific studies and then into the rabbit hole of wikipedia. He’s not sure quite how long it’s been when a knock at the door interrupts him from the page he’s reading on Indian mathematics.

Someone in scrubs puts her head through the door. “Mister Minyard? Neil is in recovery now. You can come sit with him.”

Andrew stands and follows her quick bustle of a walk, putting his phone in his pocket as he goes. The nurse is chatting as speedily as she walks. “Once he’s more awake and we know for sure he’s feeling himself he can be discharged. He’s a little quiet right now, but he asked for you before.”

She ushers him into a private room - another perk of being professional athletes - with a smile. 

Neil is lying on his back on the bed with his eyes closed, but he opens them when he hears Andrew sitting in the chair at his side. He looks a little like a chipmunk with the gauze stuffed in his cheeks, his jaw swollen enough that it’s grotesquely square rather than its usual fine-angled shape.

“Hey,” Andrew says.

He’s not necessarily expecting chattiness, but he is expecting an answer. Instead Neil just stares at him. His eyes are very large, as are his pupils.

“Hi,” he says eventually. He sounds exactly like he’s talking through a mouthful of cotton. The nurse comes in and fiddles with the blood pressure cuff on his arm, and Neil rolls his head around to watch her doing it.

“I’m just going to squash your arm again, okay?” she says, with the manner of someone talking to a child or an adult who is exceptionally out of their mind on drugs.

Neil doesn’t say anything for a moment, and then comes out with, “This is Andrew.”

The nurse flicks Andrew a look and a small smile. “We met, actually. He was waiting outside for you.”

“He’ll always wait for me,” Neil tells her, matter-of-fact. “He’s my partner.”

The nurse’s expression doesn’t change much, but it’s only through power of will, Andrew suspects. She looks like she would love to laugh. “That’s really nice of him.”

“Yeah,” Neil sighs warmly. He’s pathetic. 

“I would have recognised him anyway,” the nurse says, still looking amused. “I’m a Rebels fan.”

Neil, who is the biggest Rebels fan in the city, does something that might have been a half-smile if it weren’t for the current state of his face. Then it falls off. Mournfully, he says, “I can’t play this week.”

“No, but you’ll be back out there before you know it,” the nurse comforts. Her name tag says ‘Helen’ and has a yellow flower on it. “Are you playing, Andrew?”

“He’s the starting goalie,” Neil says before Andrew can say anything, almost making it to sounding affronted. Mostly he just sounds loopy. Andrew has never seen him have so many emotional shifts in thirty seconds before.

“I thought he might be stuck looking after you,” Helen replies. “I know what athletes are like.”

“I can look after myself.” That’s a very Neil answer, and also a complete lie. Andrew is banking on Neil being too miserable to want to come to the game in two days, because otherwise he’ll be on the bench in all his swollen-faced glory.

“I’m sure you can,” Helen says, and pats him on the shoulder condescendingly. Neil doesn’t notice at all. “I’ll come back in fifteen minutes and see how you’re doing.”

She bustles back out again, closing the door behind her gently. Neil sighs and rolls onto his side, muttering something indecipherable when the blood pressure cuff gets pulled tight under his body. It doesn’t sound pleased, and it’s definitely not in any language Andrew recognises.

Neil raises his unrestrained hand towards Andrew. It swerves a little in the air. “Can I?”

“Yes,” Andrew says. He’s expecting Neil to take his hand, but he doesn’t flinch when Neil reaches for his face instead. What he currently lacks in coordination he makes up for in gentleness, but Andrew closes his eyes anyway to lower the risk of losing one to a poorly-aimed finger.

“You look weird,” Neil mutters.

You look weird,” Andrew tells him, mostly because it’s true, partly to see Neil wrinkle his nose at him.

“Do not,” Neil replies. He pats Andrew’s cheek, and then gets distracted by Andrew’s hair. That’s not unusual, to be fair, though the level of concentration he’s giving it is. “Hey.”


“Hey.” More insistently this time, like he doesn’t already have Andrew’s full attention. He tugs Andrew’s hair. 

Never let it be said Andrew can’t take a hint. He lowers himself onto his elbows on the edge of the bed and puts his forehead to Neil’s. Even though they’re at odd angles, Neil sighs in satisfaction. His eyelashes flutter against Andrew’s temple, fingers stroking idly over the arch of Andrew’s ear.

“Good,” he mutters, seemingly to himself.

They stay like that, Andrew’s chin pillowed on the starchy sheets and his forehead likely leaving an imprint on Neil’s fairer skin. Neil dozes, hand going lax, and Andrew closes his eyes and thinks in circles for a little while about the Bakhshali Manuscript.

Another knock at the door makes him raise his head. Neil’s eyes flash open, and then he blinks like he’s reeling a little. His fingers have fallen to Andrew’s wrist, and they tighten for a split-second before dropping away.

“Hi again,” Helen says gently. “Let’s get a look at you, Neil.”

Andrew moves aside and lets her at him, ignoring the disgruntled sound this earns from the bed. Neil is distracted quickly by Helen extracting the arm with the cuff from under his body and taking his blood pressure again, before removing it and making him sit up. Then she leaves, and returns with clothes and a clipboard. The clothes she leaves for Neil to attempt to put on. The clipboard she gives to Andrew.

“Rather than it turning out as a discharge form as signed by Alexander Pushkin,” she explains with a shrug. It’s fine, Andrew is all over Neil’s paperwork these days. He flips through the notes and signs in the right places then hands the board back, and gets a sheet of discharge instructions in its place.

“I’ll leave you guys for a sec and sort things,” she says, and does just that. It leaves Andrew to subtly ensure that Neil puts all his clothes on the right body parts. He’s looking less high but still dazed, his eyes hooded but his face pulling tighter. In the fall down, he’s always uncomfortably aware of the abnormality of being out of control of himself. Years later that hasn’t changed. Andrew isn’t surprised.

“You’re good to go,” Helen tells Neil when she returns, and then says to Andrew, “Good luck!”

He would like to think, as he manoeuvres Neil out, that she means for the game on Friday. It’s not likely, though.

Neil falls asleep against the window on the drive home. Andrew prods him awake so he can walk himself into the elevator, where he sags against the wall, and then into the apartment. He shuffles into the bedroom, still making gentle smooching noises at Sir and King as he winds himself into the duvet. He’s out ten seconds later.

Andrew watches for a moment while King curls up beside him and Sir gently begins to groom his hair, and then retreats to the balcony for a cigarette.

Andrew has relocated inside to the couch by the time he hears stirring from the bedroom a few hours later. The Neil who emerges is rumpled but sleepy in a normal sense rather than because of lingering sedation.

He lowers himself gently onto the cushion beside Andrew, and then even more slowly lowers his head down onto Andrew’s thighs.

“Painkillers?” Andrew offers. The discharge notes included strict instructions on dosage and timing, but Neil’s been asleep long enough to be due another couple of pills.

“In a minute,” Neil mumbles, like he’s trying to move his jaw as little as possible. He pats Andrew on the shin. “Stay.”

In an hour Neil’s going to be pissed off and probably a little anxious, wanting to move but knowing he can’t, irritated by the pain. But for now, it’s pretty easy to read a book and play pillow while Neil rests.

White sheets & purple kisses

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,032
Warnings: Smut - NSFW – Sexual themes, inappropriate language, nudity, handjob, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex - please guys if you’re going to be intimate with someone, please use protection. Also if you’re underage, please don’t read this.
Author’s Note: Hi guys, I don’t even know what to say about this. I think this is the most smuty thing I’ve ever wrote ahah so all I can say is I hope you enjoy it. This is also for @marvelous-fvcks writing challenge. I hope you like it! I did my best. And please guys, tell me what you think of it. I’m so nervous for some reason ahaha.
Prompt Word: Hickey

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Kiss Me

SPN FanFic

Sam x Reader

2,217 Words (including lyrics)

Warnings: Extremely romantic fluff. May cause emotions and physical responses such as unwanted tears and the need to snuggle.

A/N: This is for the lovely @d-s-winchester as entry in her Fall In Love With Fall Challenge. My prompt was the picture used below. I also used “Kiss Me” by Ed Sheeran as inspiration as well as some lyrics in the fic. I hope you all enjoy.  

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Y/N sat by the motel window, knees to her chest, tears spilling silently. It wasn’t a cry for attention or from pain, it was a cleanse; a release of all the pent rage and stress from weeks on the road.

She tried to stay as quiet as possible, didn’t want to wake the boys, they needed to sleep; but her deep, staccato breaths broke through Sam’s dreams and he rolled over towards her silhouette. Her face was hidden by the darkness of the room, but the flickering orange burn of the streetlights outside set her outline aglow.

“Y/N?” He whispered, his voice cracking from sleep as he sat up on one elbow and squinted into the dark.

She wiped at her eyes and let out a breath, conjuring up a smile as she met his eyes. “Hey,” she whispered back. “Did I wake you?”

Sam nodded, but he wasn’t angry to be woken, and only concern filled his face.

“Sorry,” Y/N said, trying to smile again, but as she looked at Sam, her shoulders fell. Her lip began to shake again, and the flood returned. She couldn’t stop it, couldn’t even slow it down; once released, she had to let it all out.

“Hey, no…” Sam scooted back on the bed and lifted the blanket, gently patting the space he’d made next to him. “Come here.”

“I’m OK,” she said, shaking her head and looking away. She wasn’t one to admit defeat, to need attention or ask for it. But Sam knew that she needed it.

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#EliaMartellWeek: Day 2 → Elia and Rhaegar

The man had her brother’s hair, but he was taller, and his eyes were a dark indigo rather than lilac. “Aegon,” he said to a woman nursing a newborn babe in a great wooden bed. “What better name for a king?”
“Will you make a song for him?” the woman asked.
“He has a song,” the man replied. “He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.” He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany’s, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door. “There must be one more,” he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in the bed she could not say. “The dragon has three heads.” He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.


Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: A soulmate AU in which you are “branded” with a mark that signifies the first time your soulmate will touch you. In this, the reader fears meeting their soulmate, but is beyond pleasantly surprised.

Warnings: There might be swears, the reader is bullied, there are mentioned of abuse. Please don’t read this if that makes you uncomfortable ily

Word Count: 1575

A/N: Hey y’all! College takes up sO MUCH fucking time you guys. Doing sorority recruitment and getting ready for bid day and trying to learn how to be an electrical engineer is so fhjdskfhsadlf,,,,, But yo! I started this before going off to uni, and I love this AU so,,,, hope you love this

Everyone would always talk about the handshake soulmates.

They had it so easy. The scars across their hands were in gentle curves. The moment they met their soulmate, the scar would burn as they shook hands for the first time. They fell in love so easily and so perfectly with one another. In some cases, they would trade “I love you”s at that first moment instead of their names. Everyone would always cry at handshake soulmates’ weddings because the moment they met was always so perfect. When handshake soulmates are born, mothers almost always cry tears of joy at the wonderful future their children had ahead of them.

Your mother cried when you were born, too, but it was for a different reason entirely.

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BTS React to their ‘little’S/O acting bratty

Requested:  Their S.O is a little and has been acting bratty all day

Thank you for the request <3 I finally have it done. I actually had it done once before but tumblr glitched (I honestly don’t know wtf happened) and deleted it from my queue, so I had to rewrite it :/

But it’s done now! I hope you enjoy it. 

Note: this is a lg/dd request, no one depicted is underage. 

- Admin Crys


Tsundere Daddy. 

He likes to think he’s this tough strict daddy, and that he doesn’t tolerate that kind of behavior. He would act like he’s pissed at you, not offering a kind word the whole day. 

“Why do you have to act like such a brat?”

“That’s okay, Daddy’s going to show you that bad behavior is not rewarded.”

Yet he:

- Fixes you your favorite meal when you get home (Chicken nuggets and Mac ‘n Cheese).

- Snuggles with you while you watch your cartoons

- Lets you have extra playtime in the bath with your ducky. 

Originally posted by sugaedit


He would be exasperated with you, and a little bit fed up. He wants to be a good daddy though, and lets you tell him your side of the story, without getting angry or punishing you right off the bat. 

“Baby, you’ve got to tell daddy these things.”

“How am I supposed to know what’s wrong? I’m not a mind reader, you have to let me know, okay?”

Originally posted by cherryblossoms-and-cupcakes


As soon as you both get home and have walked through the door, he turns to you, grabbing your arm and leading you over to the couch, pushing you until you’re leaning over the back. 

“I have to spank you, baby.”

“What kind of daddy would I be if I let you get away with being so naughty?”

*he unbuckles his belt and starts pulling it through the loops

“You get 15, and I want to hear you count every. single. one. of them.”

Originally posted by nochuie


He takes his role as being your caregiver/daddy very seriously. That means not letting you get away with such awful behavior, but that also means not just mindlessly punishing you either. 

He knows exactly how to put you in your place. 

“When you act like this baby, it really hurts daddy’s feelings.”

“It makes me feel like I”m doing a bad job, like I’m the worst daddy in the world.”

Hearing this, you start to tear up. 

“No daddy! You’re the best in the world! The best!”

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings daddy, I’m so sorry.”

The rest of the day you’re on your best behavior, wanting to make it up to him. 

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He does his best to scold you, but when it comes down to it, he is no match for how cute you are. You know how to use your charms to your advantage to wriggle your way out of it. 

As he’s getting onto you for being bratty you go up to him, looking up at him with pitiful eyes, and wrap your arms around his neck. He does his best to resist. 

“Don’t think I’m going to let you off so easily.” You just continue to pout, and he finally sighs, the tension leaving his shoulders. 

“Okay, I’ll let you off just this once.”

“If it happens again you’re in big trouble missy.”

*quietly whispers to himself “Why am I so soft?” 

Originally posted by jiminiminii


He tries his best to be a good daddy, but it can be hard for him. Sometimes he doesn’t have the best temperament and can easily get overwhelmed and emotional. 

When you arrive home for the day, Taetae has had enough

“You’re not the only one that knows how to throw a tantrum!”

“It’s times like these when I hate this!”

He sees the effect his words have on you, and the heartbroken look on your face tears him up inside. 

“Baby, god baby. I didn’t mean it.”

“You hate being my daddy?”

“No! I love being your daddy, you know I do. It’s just been a really horrible day and I shouldn’t have said it, because it’s a lie. I’m sorry.”

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J Hope: 

He doesn’t get angry or yell at you for being so bratty. He just sends you to time out. 

“Go to your room. After you’ve thought about your bad behavior today and why that was unacceptable you can come out.”

Later, when you finally venture out of your room, you immediately head for him, crawling up into his lap and hiding your head in his neck, crying softly. 

“I’m sorry daddy. I was really bad.”

“I’ll be good for you, promise. Please don’t send me back to time out. I was wrong.”

He would shush you, gently rubbing his hand up and down your back to comfort you. 

“It’s okay baby, I know you’re a good girl.”

“Let’s do something fun, okay? Why don’t you pick a movie to watch? Or do you want to play with your toys?”

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Hi could you please write an 8th year drarry trope where they're forced to work together and end up really liking each other? :))


“Now everyone, listen here while I tell you what your project will be about.” Said Slughorn. Harry wasn’t really paying attention, he just hoped that Hermione would explain the whole thing to him later. He was thinking, as he usually was these days, about the war and of all the people that should be sat around him, but weren’t. If only he had destroyed the horcruxes earlier, or if he had told the people in the Order about their mission Voldemort would’ve been dead much sooner. His trance was broken when the chair next to him scraped on the floor. He looked up to see the tall figure of Draco Malfoy place himself in it.

“So, I say we-” He started before he saw Harry’s confused face staring at him. Malfoy sighed and rolled his eyes. “You weren’t listening, were you?” Harry shook his head. “Well, Potter, if you had been paying attention you would’ve known that we got partnered up for the project.”

Harry groaned and thumped his head on the desk. “No.”

“I’m not exactly thrilled about this either,” Harry heard a little moroseness in his voice. “But we both have to deal with this, okay? I say we put our little petty school rivalry in the past. Deal?” Malfoy held out his hand.

Harry took it hesitantly. “Fine.”

“Alright then. We’ll meet in the library at six.” Malfoy stated. He then grabbed his bag and strutted out the door.

Harry left the common room at ten to six. He walked into the library with five minutes to spare, only to find Malfoy already sitting at a table in the back with papers and books scattered all over. “I never expected you to be so messy, Malfoy.” He teased as he sat down across from him.

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comfortable ⇢ thiam

gif isn’t mine!

A/N: oh hello thought you’d seen the last of me? i’m back with a shitty ass thiam imagine but i love these boyfriends too much not to post this

warnings: none other than shitty lmao

pairing: theo raeken and liam dunbar

word count: 1,3k

It had been weeks since Theo had properly slept with all the things happening around Beacon Hills and his own life. The nightmares in which his sister continuously ripped his heart out of his chest were a daily thing by now and Theo had no idea how to get rid of those, at all.

Theo had driven his car to a cliff where he could see the whole city of Beacon Hills. As cheesy as it sounds, he loved the way the houses were light up, creating this golden glow in the city making it look peaceful which was far from the truth. Theo enjoyed it, no hunters trying to get his head on a stick and no Malia annoying him.

A content sigh left his lips as he closed his eyes and breathed in. If only he could feel as calm as he does right now all the time. Theo slowly opened up his eyes and walked back to his car, slowly getting in. He took his blanket from the backseat, trying to get comfy.

Theo was woken up to the sound of a knock on his car window, making him slightly jump. A torch was pointed at him, the light blinding Theo and making a groan get past his lips. Theo’s eyes widened when he realized who was the person who had woken him up.

“Liam what the fuck are you doing in the middle of the woods at night?”

“Get out of the car Theo”, Liam said slightly annoyed.

Theo got out of his car, slamming his door closed. “You’re the one who woke me up I should be the annoyed one here.”

“Shut up Theo. Why aren’t you sleeping in your home?” Liam asked his voice full of concern this time.

“Dunbar, you really crack me up sometimes”, Theo still was confused as to why he liked this dumbass who was quite the clueless one often.

Liam furrowed his eyebrows together, trying to figure out what was going on. Truth be told, he had never seen Theo go home or even talk about it. Liam’s eyes widened as he finally had figured out.

“You live in your car?” Liam slowly asked, just to be sure. A chuckle got past Theo’s lips as he shook his head. Out of all the boys in Beacon Hills he had to fall for this one.

“I can see now why Mason is the smart one.”

“Theo you can’t sleep in your car, that can’t be comfortable or legal even.” Liam was looking straight into Theo’s eyes, trying to figure him out. Ever since he had gotten Theo out of hell he had changed, in a positive way but in also a worrying type of way. He looked scared most of the time, making Liam’s heart break.

“Done it for weeks now, getting used to my muscles aching all the time.”

“I don’t want you to sleep in your car, I have a spare mattress in my room in which you can sleep on. It would definitely be more comfortable than your car.”

“Oh, is little Dunbar worried?” Theo smirked as he looked at the younger boys cheeks flush red.

“Just… Shut up Theo and drive your car to my place,” Liam said as he walked over to the other side of the car and got in.

Theo looked around Liam’s room, this was his first time ever in it. Much to his surprise it wasn’t messy like every typical teenagers room usually is. Liam was shifting around, making room for Theo’s stuff and the mattress.

“Dunbar, you really don’t have to do this,” Theo said with a sigh. He was grateful for everything Liam had done for him, he was the one who got him out of hell for god’s sake.

Liam turned around to look at the brown haired boy, really not knowing what to say. He cared about Theo, much more than he actually should. Instead of saying anything, he just pointed at the mattress that was ready for Theo.

“You can go and change in the bathroom, if you want to.” Liam said with a sigh.

Theo raised his eyebrows at Liam’s words, only for a smirk to appear on his face. Theo turned around and slowly took off his shirt, knowing fully well Liam was watching.

“What are you doing?” Liam asked, his voice quiet. When he proposed (or almost force) Theo to come live in his house until he found another place to sleep in instead of his car.

Theo let out a chuckle, his mind instantly going back to the moment when Liam first asked him that in the hospital. He still remembers that night like it was yesterday. It was the first time in years that Theo had done something that wasn’t selfish. He was glad he did it for Liam, he really liked that boy and would actually sacrifice his life for him.

“It’s been a while since you’ve said that” he simply said as he went to take off his pants, leaving him in only his underwear. Theo was quiet as he listened to Liam’s heart rate go up with his every move. “Liam, your gay is showing.”

Liam was taken back by Theo’s words, trying to not stare at his back muscles. Liam quickly coughed in an attempt to get himself back together again. “I’m not gay, what are you talking about?”

Theo once again shook his head, turning around once again before walking closer to Liam. “I can read your chemosignals, remember? You might not be gay, but there sure as hell is no heterosexual explanation for this.”

Both of their heartbeats were going crazy, they both could hear it. They both knew fully well they saw each other as more than friends, but none of them were doing a concrete move.

Liam was now pushed against the wall, the distance between the two boys only being a mere centimeters. “Liam?” Theo breathed out as he looked at the shorter boy in the eyes.

“Yes?” Liam whispered as his eyes unwillingly fluttered close.

“Would it be bad if I liked you? As like in the like you way that it’d be cool to pin you against a wall and kiss you?”

If it even were possible at this point, Liam’s heartbeat quickened. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing right now. The guy he had liked even when he still was with his now ex-girlfriend actually liked him back, and he wasn’t even dreaming.

“No. I might feel the same way,” Liam said with his eyes still closed, not daring to open them up.

With that Theo closed the gap between the two, his lips meeting Liam’s soft ones. Their lips moved in perfect sync, making all those fireworks that everyone talk about go off  in Theo’s stomach.

It felt good, hell, it felt right. It was like Liam was the thing that was missing in Theo’s life until this very moment. Theo pulled away with a smile as both of their eyes fluttered open.

Theo moved his hand to Liam’s cheek, carefully caressing it with his thumb. They were just standing there, in a comfortable silence and looking into each others eyes. For the first time in a while they were both happy.

“Liam?” Theo broke the silence between the two after a few minutes.

Liam just hummed as an answer, not bothering to speak up this time.

“What the fuck were you doing in the woods in the middle of the night?”

A blush creeped up on Liam’s face for the second time that night. “I was on a walk trying to calm myself down, I didn’t want to have another one of those nights when I run around the woods naked. Scott wasn’t exactly happy about that slip up.”

“I can’t believe you’re the guy I like.” Theo said with a laugh, as he leaned in to kiss Liam again.

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Um, hi? I'm writing a story rn and I wanted to ask you for help, since I like your prompts so much and they've helped me a lot lately! Maybe some dialogues with male character being annoyingly clingy bc he is in love with female character who is socially awkward and can't understand why is he being so annoying, and he is simply telling her "I love you", and reaction? Thank you!

1) “I love you.”
“…you’re not acting like it. You’re acting like a prick.”

2) “I love you.” 
“I don’t get it.” 
“Look, I know you think no one can love you-”
“Uh, no,” she said. “That’s not it. I don’t get why being in love with me is making my best friend act like someone’s given him a head transplant.”

3) “I love you.” 
Well, she had absolutely no idea where to even start with that. She should probably say something. She blinked at him. “Okay.”
“That’s it, okay?”
“I don’t know what you want me to say. Like, I’m assuming you know I don’t feel the same way.” 
“Well, no need to be a bitch about it.”
“Wow, I can really see the love now.” 


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Sehun Scenario | What Happens In Vegas AU | More Love/Hate (oops)

Summary: A night of drunken fun in Vegas leads to you accidentally getting married to a tall, smirky stranger named Oh Sehun. Things get even more complicated when you hit a $2 million jackpot—neither of you can keep your share of the money unless you try and make the marriage work. 

A/N: I am so excited for you to read this one. It’s mostly based off the movie ‘What Happens In Vegas’ (you don’t have to have watched it to read this); but if you’ve seen it, you know what you’re in for. I hope you enjoy!

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All the times Steve nearly kissed Tony

More Avengers Assemble fluff, because AA really is the good verse <3
This can be read as a continuation to Touch if you like.

The first time Steve nearly kissed Tony was during a team movie night. Tony had, as usual, curled up on the sofa next to Steve and promptly fallen asleep on his shoulder. Any attempts to move or readjust him where met with the sort of whining growls one usually heard from a particularly grumpy cat, so Steve decided against antagonizing him further.

They and the rest of the team had been watching Some Like It Hot. The 20s setting had made Steve nostalgic, but the charming comedy of errors had made him laugh out loud. And that Marilyn Monroe - she really was something, he’d said to Clint, who had enthusiastically agreed.

After the movie had ended and the team had departed to go to bed, Steve gently nudged Tony. “Hey, sleepy,” he’d said softly. “You missed the movie.”

Tony looked up from Steve’s shoulder and opened one eye. “Worth it,” he said with a dozy smile. “You’re very comfy.”

For a moment, their eyes met, and Steve realized that he could lean forward a few inches, turn his head, and brush their lips together.

Just as Steve was wondering where that thought came from and what he should do about it, Tony snuggled his face back into Steve’s shoulder and promptly fell asleep.

Huh, thought Steve. That was odd.

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You Bring the Calm

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes, and from this prompt list: “Call me if you need anything.” and “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”
Genre: Angstish
Warnings: Mentions of Death, Injuries, Breakups, Crying, Kissing

Originally posted by parkerpete

When your boyfriend had broken up with you earlier in the day, you weren’t expecting it. You knew you weren’t in love with him––that much was obvious to you, and to everyone else––but it still pained you to be dumped out of nowhere. You thought you had the potential to love him. Maybe you didn’t love him today, and you wouldn’t tomorrow, but someday. You figured there would be a someday

Regardless of the sadness you were feeling, you forced yourself out of bed the next day. You had been dating him for awhile now, nearly a year, and waking up for the first time without a text message from him to help you greet the day– well, it just didn’t feel right. But although you didn’t receive a message from him, you did receive one from your best friend.

I’ll see you at school today. Remember to smile, the sun will always rise!

You couldn’t help but let out a light laugh. He had always said that to you when you were feeling down. When your dog died, and ‘The sun will always rise!’. When you broke your ankle and couldn’t participate in the school field trip you’d been looking forward to, then ‘The sun will always rise!’. Any situation that you thought back to, Peter was there with a bright, cheesy smile, and a phrase that would always make your day. 

You got out of bed and hurried your way around your room, getting ready for school. When you arrived at the doors of Midtown High, you sighed before walking in. You knew your boyfriend would be around somewhere, and you didn’t know what you would do if you were confronted with him. 

“Hey!” You heard from behind you, and you jumped. But when you turned around to only see Peter, your shoulders sagged slightly in relief.

“Hey,” you replied. “What’s up?”

“Well,” he said, grin still painted on his face. “I’ve got something to say to you, considering the circumstances.”

You saw his eyes dart around as well, presumably looking for your boyfrie- ex-boyfriend. But you payed no attention to it as his mouth opened and the words came flying out. “The sun will always rise,” he whispered mischievously, and you cracked a smile. 

“Thanks, Pete,” you murmured in response. You tilted your head at him slightly. “Why do you seem so cheerful today?”

His eyes widened, and his eyebrows furrowed only slightly. “I- Wha- What makes you say that?” 

You noticed his cheeks redden. You stared at him with squinted eyes as he kept his gaze anywhere but on you. “Never mind,” you said slowly, and he nodded, moving to walk around you.

“Let’s get to class,” he muttered, and you could hear the nerves in his voice. You ignored it.

The day passed quickly, and you didn’t spot your ex once. It aggravated you. If he was the one to break up with you, why didn’t he have the guts to show up to school? 

You were walking through the school doors with Peter, and you were about to part ways when he stopped you. “Wait,” he said, grabbing your arm lightly. 

You turned towards him again, looking at him curiously.“Yeah?” You replied.

“I know who you’ve been looking for all day,” he said, not looking you in the eye, and you tried to take a step back. He didn’t let you. “(Y/N),” he sighed. 

You knew what he was thinking, about the fact that you were never great with showing your feelings. “Peter, I’m fine,” you stressed to him, but you weren’t sure if you believed your own words. By your best friend’s expression, you knew he didn’t believe them either.

“Just call me if you need anything, okay?” His face was concerned, and you smiled lightly at him. He had always been clear about how much he cared for you; you appreciated it in moments like these.

“I will. Thanks, Peter,” you reached forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. You knew he was startled when he waited a few seconds to hug you back. When he did, he held you close to him. You breathed out, feeling the calmness overcome you in your best friend’s arms. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused by the feeling. 

You pulled away, taking a few steps back. You hoped he didn’t notice. You gave him one last nod, turning around to walk home. On the way back, you couldn’t help but think about the feeling Peter gave you when you hugged him. You shook your head, trying to rid the thoughts from it.

You were probably just tired. You hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, thoughts of why you had been broken up with clouding your mind. And suddenly, you found yourself taking a different direction. You weren’t on your way home anymore, but to someone else’s.

When you arrived at the brown, wooden door, you rang the doorbell once. You waited, and felt the regret seep in. You weren’t sure why you were here. You went to turn around when the door opened, and you sucked in a quick breath.


You looked towards him slowly, smiling shakily. “H-hey,” your ex-boyfriend stared down at you with confused eyes, but you could see the irritation behind them. 

“What do you want?” He asked, an ounce of harshness in his voice.

“I just-”

“What’s taking you so long,” you heard a girl’s voice from inside, and you saw an arm snake around his waist. Your eyes widened as the door opened more, and there a girl stood with only a large t-shirt covering her. You remembered when you were the one wearing his t-shirts, and took a step back.

“How long has this been going on for?” You asked, willing your voice not to crack. You saw him hesitate. “Answer me.”

“A few months,” he replied as the girl’s grip around his waist tightened. You weren’t sure if you wanted to slap him––or her––or if you wanted to run away crying. 

You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. But even with the anger you felt, you couldn’t help but feel tears crowd in your eyes. “So while we were-” 

You trailed off, swallowing loudly. You needed to prevent the tears from falling, and he knew what you were going to say anyways. He nodded silently, and you didn’t see an ounce of regret on his face while the feeling filled your heart. 

You felt regret on ever agreeing to be in a relationship with him in the first place. He clearly never truly cared about you. He said he did, but those were lies. You were letting those lies put you to sleep at night, let those lies keep him in your mind. 

And to think you were upset about him breaking up with you out of nowhere. But really, it wasn’t out of nowhere. This had been coming for months, and you had just been too blind to see it.

You nodded and turned around, rushing down the steps of his front porch. You heard the door slam behind you after a few words were whispered between your ex and his lover. You felt the tears fall from your eyes and onto your cheeks, and you pulled your phone out of your pocket as you began to run. You wanted to get away from his house where you had made so many memories, away from this neighborhood. Away from him. 

“Hello?” The voice replied after the phone rang into your ear for a few seconds.

“Peter,” your voice broke as you spoke. You continued to run, and you were starting to lose your steady breathing. You didn’t care.

“(Y/N),” his voice suddenly became much more alert.

“You said to call you if I needed something,” you said before he could say anything else. “And I need my best friend right now.”

You stopped running to crouch down, one hand on your knee as you breathed in and out heavily. You pulled the phone away from your ear so Peter wouldn’t hear you as you sobbed quietly, still trying to catch your breath.

You weren’t sure why you were so upset. It wasn’t like you were in love with your ex. You shouldn’t feel this strongly about him breaking up with you if you didn’t even love him. But maybe it was the betrayal that was overcoming you. Maybe it was the knowledge of the fact that after you kissed him goodbye at the end of the school day, he would run off and kiss another girl hello. 

“Where are you?” He asked, and you heard some ruckus in the background. You figured he was getting ready to leave. You looked around, telling him the street you were on. “Okay. Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

“Can you just meet me at my house?” You said, and you knew your voice sounded defeated.

He sighed. “Okay, I’ll meet you there.”

You hung up the phone shortly after and walked the rest of the way home, head faced to the ground. At some point, the tears had dried up, and you were only left with blotchy cheeks and red eyes. By the time you had made it home, you had tried to wipe your face clean.

Peter was sitting on your front stairs, eyes directed at the ground and leg bouncing impatiently. When you cleared your throat, his head snapped upwards. He jumped up and immediately wrapped you in a hug.

Although he didn’t say any words, you felt the need to say something as you leaned into him and hugged him back. “He was cheating on me, for months.”

Peter’s arms held you tighter. You rested your head on his shoulder, and you felt him let out a heavy breath over yours. You knew he was angry. You could tell, could always tell with Peter.

But he simply kept his arms around you, and you let the calmness from earlier in the day overcome you again. 

Here we go!! I hope you guys like it :) Please let me know what you think of it. Requests are open, although I might not get to them for awhile since I just started school.


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Hit Me with Your Best Shot

Boxer!Cocky!Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1750ish

Warnings: some cursing (not too much imo), sexual tension, sexual innuendos, implied sex afterwards

Summary: Two words. Boxer Tom.

A/N: blame @tbholland

Originally posted by tommyhoelland2013

There’s something so therapeutic about consistently punching and kicking a punching bag; the noisy thumps that were emitted every time your fist or foot connected with the bag and the aches that settle into your muscles when you get home were weirdly comforting. Screw paying for a therapist, this is where it’s at. A downside though, was the sticky sweat that covered your skin until you were able to shower and the ragged breathing you got after every session; though today, you’re not sure if it’s from the exercise or how pissed off work made you today. Now that you thought about it, this is the most relaxed you’ve felt all week. The next punch on the bag was harder than the previous ones.

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TEACH ME | Chapter Three

masterlist (you can also fin the previous chapters): https://urbanstrangersfanfics.tumblr.com/post/165038874661/tom-holland-masterlist 

summary: “Not now, Holland. I’m not in the mood of hearing your nasty comments.” you answer him back.
“If you really want to be noticed by Harrison we have to work together.”
You roll your eyes “So what’s your plan, Genius?”
Tom smirks “I’ll give you a few lessons about how to flirt with a guy, how to kiss, things you can say during a first date and so on.”

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Chapter Three

“So” he whistles on the crock of your neck “are you ready for your second lesson, darling?”
You close your eyes, it’s hard to admit it but this dom version of Tom is a huge turn on for you. The way he touches you, holding you by the waist, his hot breath hitting the back of your neck and the unbutton shirt makes you take a big gulp of air.
Tom smiles at you and your reaction. He still has a great power on you and he just loves how responsive you are to these small actions.
It’s an hard pill to shallow, but Tom is really good at flirting, it always seems like he an ace up one’s sleeve that makes you knees tremble.
“Dance with me. I want to see how you lose control.”
You turn around to check if he’s serious or not.
“What? No way. I’m… I’m not good at dancing, you already know this” you stutter.
“That’s fine darling. I can also teach you how to dance”
You try to answer back but Tom is already heading to the middle of the room where most people are already dancing.
Tom’s eyes are glued on you, sometimes a few girls wave at him but his sight never leaves your figure. All the confidence that you gained before disappears immediately as Tom is staring at you, his eyes looking darker than usual.
“You are so sexy, darling” he moves your hair from the back to your left shoulders as he whispers in your right ear “I bet every guys want to dance with you, but they won’t make a move. Do you know why?”
You shake your head.
Tom licks his lips and whispers in your ear “Because you’re mine”
These last words make you wrists tremble like leaves in autumn.
“Now dance with me, darling.”
You take a deep breath, Tom’s hands surrounded your waists as he dictated the movement. Everything becomes slower, it’s like you and Tom are the only people in the room. His perfume floods your nostrils while Tom nuzzles his head in your hair.
You never noticed how strong Tom’s arms are, or how soft his hair is. Not to mention his voice. God, the way he whispers in your ears can keep you awake for whole nights. But your favourite thing about him is the colour of his eyes, that reminds you of aged whiskey.
A quake spreads in your body as your hips rock on Tom’s ones.
On Friday, you hated Tom so much that you wished he could disappear while now you are grinding on him, your hands in his curls.
Tom’s hand traced invisible ways on your body, his fingertips leaving goosebumps on every inch of your body.
“Turn around, darling. Let me see you.”
You turn slowly, almost ashamed to be so vulnerable.
Your eyes travel from his eyes to his lips. Tom swears that your eyes are the brightest thing he has ever seen while his thumb caresses you check as you shake under his touch.
“Tom…” your voice is weaker than you could imagine “I want…”
Your words die in your throat when your noses meet. A part of you wants to kiss him, kiss him in front in everyone not caring about what Tom or the other people would think of you, the other part is telling you to stop and save your first kiss for someone else.
“What Y/N. Tell me what you want.” his voice is deeper than usual for the sexual tension between you two.
I gasps a few times “I want some fresh air” you stutter.
Tom tries to hide delusion that he’s feeling and just nods, following you on the balcony.
You don’t know what to say, if you should say something.
“Hey Tom” a guy says, waving at Tom.
“Jacob!” Tom greets him with a huge smile and a hug.
“Who is this lovely lady?” Jacob says looking at you.
“Oh, sorry. Jacob, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is my dear friend Jacob.”
“Nice to meet you” you say, shaking his hand.
“Y/N? You mean the Y/N you told me ab-” Tom stops him with a jab in his ribs “I mean, it’s my pleasure.”
You chuckle giving Tom a cheeky smile.
Jacob is the sweetest person in the world, with a contagious laugh and a nice word to everyone. You start talking about random topics, laughing like crazy and for a moment you forget about the tension between you and Tom.
Everything is going great, until you look on your left and your eyes meet Harrison’s tall figure drinking with a few friends.
“Look Tom. Harrison’s here.” you exclaim with a big smile painted in your face.
Jacob and Tom look at each other, unsure about what to do.
“Y/N, I don’t think it’s a good idea greeting him” Tom suggests you.
“Why not? Come on guys.” you insist as you head to Harrison.
He is more beautiful than usual with his black shirt and the skinny jeans. You can’t help smiling at the idea of showing Harrison your new look. You want him to look at you like the rest of the guys in the house, you want to dance with him like you did before with Tom, and maybe kissing him.
All your dreams disappear when you see a brunette girl hugging Harrison from behind. He takes her hands and hugs her like he does with you and then he gives a small peck on her lips, smiling at her.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I wanted to tell you but…” Tom tries to apologize.
“Save it, Tom.” a small tear escapes from your eyes “I want to go home.”
Tom nods “Ok, let’s go.”

During the way back, Tom tried a few times to start a conversation without receiving signals from you. All you did was staring outside the window pane, thinking about what happened.
“Here we are” Tom says when you reach your house.
You unfasten the seatbelt and turn to face Tom “Do you think I’m ugly?”
Tom loos at you, completely perplex “Sorry?”
“It’s just… I don’t understand why Harrison doesn’t like me back. I’m trying to change so that he can notice me… I just want to cry.” you sob.
“Shhh, come here, darling” Tom says opening his arms to welcome you in.
“Don’t ever say that you are ugly, because you are not. You are beautiful, and witty and Harrison is just an idiot because he doesn’t understand what he’s missing.” he tells you, caressing your back.
You dry your tears and chuckle “This is so funny. The guy I’m in love with is with another girl and the guy I used to hate is comforting me”
Tom giggles with you “Sometime life is weird.” he admits.
You stare at each other, again unaware of what to do or say.
Everything with Tom is strange, a minute before you are natural and comfortable around him and the second later you feel small and vulnerable. You start to think that messing up with your mind is the more natural thing for him.
Tom’s hand moves from your back to your cheek, stroking your soft skin.
“You are so beautiful” he whispers and the moment later you feel Tom’s lips on yours.
It’s just a small peck, like the one Harrison shared with that girl but it was enough to fuck up your mind.
Tom is about to move but your hand reach the collar of his shirt and you kiss him again. It’s a slow kiss, like the ones in the movie. Tom doesn’t pressure you and he doesn’t even get handsy.
When you break the kiss, Tom bites his lower lips, trying not to smile. On the other hand, you aren’t that happy.
“Who gave you the permission to kiss me?” you almost scream.
“I… You were watching me with your doe eyes and I thought you wanted it.”
“Well, you were wrong” you said opening the door.
Tom follows you outside the car and grabs you by your wrist.
“Hey, I’m sorry if I kissed you. That was my fault but you kissed me back so you’re also to blame.”
You sigh and look down at your feet.
“I’m sorry Tom, is just that… Tonight has been pretty intense, so many emotions and I need some alone time to make up my mind.” you apologize.
Tom seems to understand and leaves his grip on your wrist.
“Ok, text me when you’re feeling better” Tom smiles at you one last time before going back into his car.
You look at him leaving your alleyway. When Tom’s out of your sight, you hand touches your lips and you can still feel his delicate touch.
“I had my first kiss with Tom” you whispered to yourself.

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Can you do 87 and 83 with theo reaken. Have a nice day!

Theo Raeken - “She is in the car and won’t stop crying”

“Good, you’re home!” Theo let out a relieved sigh when you opened the door and you raised your eyebrows when you noticed the pearls of sweat covering his forehead. “I have a problem and I really hope you can help me, because I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself any longer if you can’t.”

You cocked your head and crossed your arms over your chest. You had seen Theo stressed before. You had maybe even seen a hint of panic in his eyes before. But you had never seen him like this before. “Why don’t you come in for a cup of tea so you can tell me what’s going on while you calm down?” You opened the door a little wider, but Theo shook his head.

“I can’t come in.” He looked over his shoulder at his expensive looking car, without a doubt stolen from someone who had more than enough money to buy a new one. “For some reason someone thought it was a good idea to let me watch their baby.” He rolled his eyes and you bit your lip to prevent yourself from laughing out loud. “She is in the car and won’t stop crying and I have no idea what to do!” He shook his head and he placed his hands on your shoulders, his hold was strong enough to bruise your delicate skin. “Help me not to kill her, please?”

You knew that for Theo this was a serious problem, you knew that laughing would probably only make it worse, but you just couldn’t help it. The moment you opened your mouth a giggle escaped your lips. “I’m sorry, it’s not funny and I know, but somehow…”

“Somehow it’s funny anyway.” Theo stepped back and he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. “Are you gonna help me or not?”

“Of course I’m gonna help you, don’t worry.” You brushed his shoulder while you walked past him and the smile on your face brightened when you noticed the cutest baby girl ever in the back of his car. “How long ago did she get a new diaper?”

“How am I supposed to know that?” Theo lifted his hands up and widened his eyes. “Don’t look at me. I’m just looking after her for a day or so.”

“A day or so?” You frowned your eyebrows. “How long ago did they ask you to watch her?” You opened the door of the car and carefully you lifted the little girl up.

She was surrounded by a horrible smell and her cheeks and eyes were red and swollen from crying.

“How long is she crying already?” You looked at Theo while you closed the door behind you and walked back towards your front door. “Did you get a bag with stuff for her?”

Theo took a deep breath. “Yes, I got a bag with stuff for her. She’s been crying for over an hour already and I’m looking after her since this morning, why?”

You rolled your eyes and let out a deep sigh. “Theo, it’s four pm! Of course the girl is crying! What did you expect? She’s hungry, she needs a new diaper and she probably needs sleep too.” You pressed the little girl tighter to your chest. “Go get that bag. I’m sure there will be diapers and food in there and I promise that after she got a new diaper and some food she’ll stop crying and fall asleep.”

“Hey! I already said that letting me look after a baby was a bad idea! You can’t blame me for not knowing all of that!” He hurried to the car to get the bag and when he came back you had already emptied and cleaned the table with one hand. “Why do you think I came to you?”

“I don’t know.” You curled your lips up into a smile while you took the bag from him and searched for a blanket or something. “I didn’t know you were seeing me as some mother figure.” You placed the blanket on the table and then you carefully put the baby girl down. “Why am I the first one to cross your mind when you have a baby problem, Theo?”

“How should I know that?” Theo spoke softly and he scratched the back of his neck. “I just thought of you.” He licked his lips and bent his head. “Maybe because I always do.”

You curled your lips up into a smile while you started to undress the little girl on your table. “I think I like that.” You looked up at him to exchange a short glance. “Let’s talk about that when we’ve got this one happy again, shall we?”

“Yes, please, make that crying stop first.”

“I’m already working on it.”


McCall Pack x Reader

Requested by Anon

Teen Wolf Masterlist

“Have anyone seen Y/N?” Stiles rambled when he reached his friends by the bench outside. He met eyes with Scott first, whom just shook his head and then turned over to Lydia who only pursed her lips as she shook her head as well.

“She’s supposed to be here by now.” Stiles explained. “I told her 9:30; since that meant that we could have her attention for at least ten minutes before she would storm off to her first class.” Scott peaked up from his papers. “First class?”

“Yes, she’s not attending her grades math since she – you know – skipped a grade.” Lydia lowered her voice since she knew you didn’t want the whole school to know that you were actually a year older than the rest of your class, including Liam.

“But she’ll be here in time, don’t worry.” Scott assured his friend and gave Malia a glance once she met them. Stiles sighed in relief once she saw her coming from the direction of the parking lot. “Ah, Malia!” he began and grabbed her arm. “Please tell me you know where Y/N is?”

She furrowed her brows and nodded. “Yes, she’s at the parking lot.” She noted and smiled once Scott offered her a piece from his snack-bag. Stiles only looked at her with raised eyebrows. “And?” he wondered as Malia sat down on the bench.

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Stay High - Auston Matthews #15

Originally posted by dallas41chicago88

about/request: a auston imagine where it’s his 20th birthday and you throw him a massive party. + i’m sorry that i hijacked this request and turned it into my high birthday sex idea but it happened. 

warnings: this is genuinely probably the dirtiest thing i’ve written and i’m sorry there’s so much cursing and everyone is drunk and high like pls stay away if you are young or do not like things that aren’t pg af this is gross as hell oh my god sex so much sex ok

authors note: just read the warnings again

word count: 2271

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Take Away My Pain - Liam Dunbar Imagine

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mentions of violence, one curse word

Summary: Gabe was your best friend, someone you had known since childhood. But those rumors about the supernatural changed him in ways you couldn’t imagine.Then again if they didn’t start, you would’ve never met Liam.

Word Count: 3338

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BTS Reaction: Seeing their S/O in a swimsuit for the first time. Part 3: Jimin, Taehyung, & Jungkook

Description: Going to the beach with the BTS for the first and they see their soulmate in a swimsuit for the first time. 

A/N: I’m sorry it took me so long to post part 3. I’ve been busy with personal stuff like unpacking and getting ready for university, hope you guys enjoy!

*Sorry, I’m doing probably going to do two members at a time for this reaction or else this will be a really really long post.


Although known for being a sexy dancing machine Jimin is also probably the most fluffy adorable person you ever met. He loves to cuddle with you and is a true gentleman waiting and does anything he can to make your first relationship the best. 

One moment you are watching the boys do a photoshoot in Hawaii, you hate to admit it but the way the boys began to have a light tan was something you liked a lot. The staff asked you if you wanted to go swim and just have fun, while the boys work but you said no and just wanted to watch.

Jimin noticed how you were getting hot underneath the heat of the summer sun, so he asked if the guys and him could take a break for the day. The photographer agreed cause everyone was honestly tired from the shoot. Jimin got out of the water and made his way over to you asking you sweetly, “Hey sweetheart, do you wanna go for a swim with me?” 

You smiled brightly knowing the main reason was cause Jimin really cared about your well being. Agreeing you rushed off to go change into a swimsuit you wanted to wear, for him. Sitting there waiting for you to change he began singing Miss Right to himself thinking how you were Miss Right for him.

As you walked over Jimin would look up and be shy as a fluff ball. His face would be flush and a goofy adorable wide smile would spread across his lips as he sees the adorable yet sexy light blue Bandeau style swimsuit you had on. ‘God, she is perfect.’ he would think to himself as his smile turns into a smirk looking over your entire body enjoying the swimsuit and the curves of your body.

“J-Jimin?” you would shyly blush as he snaps his attention to your blushing face making him feel so warm and giddy, god the kind of affect you had on him was incredible. He couldn’t take how adorable you looked so he just hid his face in his hands and looked away from you while muttering something to himself.

*you are left standing confused as your shy boyfriend mutters stuff to himself* “God dammit she is like a freaking angel.” *the rest of the day ends up with him keeping the image of you in his mind*


Knowing Taehyung he was the one who suggested to go to the beach and play, he was the one who also suggested that you guys should bring the dogs and have a picnic. Being in a relationship with the hyperactive alien was always exciting with the way he’d just pop in an out of the place while spoiling you, you’d always have to scold him to be careful of the money he was spending.

So you were glad that this date was simple and easy, leaving the picnic basket in the car you watched Taehyung bring the dogs out and run with them in his swimming trunks, oversized white shirt, and sandals. He ended up tripping in the sand making you laugh as the dogs began running around him and barking as if they were laughing at him too. 

The plan for the day was to take it easy and simples, just relax and take it easy. You let your boyfriend run around and play with his dogs that he hadn’t seen for a while, in the meantime you took off your clothes revealing the purple bikini you already had on underneath.

So you decided to take a nice relaxing swim in the clear waters of the beach, the weather was nice and warm, but not to warm just perfect the perfect temperature.~ 

After floating in the waters and enjoying the partly cloudy skies you went back to find your boyfriend sitting on the beach petting the dogs relaxing as his feet were underneath the sand. You smiled and walked over at the sight of seeing him being so relaxed, he had deserved it after such a long time working. 

As Taehyung laid his eyes on you they widened at how your body was teasing him with the perfect purple bikini that complimented your skin tone and type of body. How it tortured him how slowly the water droplets tracing your curves as they go down your body and hit the sand. He just stared with his jaw wide open forgetting to pet the dogs making the poor little doggies keep pawing at their owner whining for attention. 

As you stood in front of him you laughed softly raising an eyebrow at him then bent down petting the adorable cutiepie dogs. “What’s wrong Taehyung?” you asked him since he just kept staring at you. “N-Nothing, but…man you look beautiful…kitten.” 

Your eyes widened at the sudden call of your nickname, looking at him you knew you were in trouble. His eyes were filled with a dark kind of lust as a smirk appeared on his perfectly soft lips making you realize that you were probably blushing. But the moment was ruined when his attitude changed into a hilarious flirty guy.

“Aye girl, you can call me your Nemo cause I’ll tap that butt~ ” *he then sends you a kiss and raises his eyebrows at you, making you laugh hysterically at the horrible pick-up line and push him over while asking if he learned it from Jin* 


All right this guy is just the definition of awkward and shy. I mean at least I think he was, now I ain’t so sure cause have you seen him?! Alright this would depend on how long you’ve been dating, but I am assuming this is still the beginning of the relationship.

So, Jungkook would be super shy around you. You had to make the first move cause you got fed up about the shy bunny never making a move. But since then it has been adorably awkward and sweet, he would text you good morning and always bring you snacks and sweets.One day he invites you and your friends to a beach party with the boys or just some of his friends. Immediately arriving at the beach Taehyung challenges Jungkook to see who can swim faster and the farthest, with Namjoon supervising of course. :P

During that time you and your friends got changed into the newly bought swimsuits you got just for the occasion. However, Jungkook and you were in different parts of the beach as you and your friends were beach combing and looking for shells or just splashing water at each other, while your active muscle pig boyfriend was playing every beach sport possible not noticing you. 

However as lunch rolled around he began getting hungry and wanted to spend some time alone with you, searching the beach for you he found you staring at the water. As he came closer he felt that his heart was in danger of beating too fast and exploding right on the spot. You were in a pure white swimsuit with your hair tied into a high ponytail exposing the back of your neck, his heart just couldn’t stop beating. 

You turned around to find him awkwardly standing there, although you had made the first move in your relationship everything else was awkward because it was your first and you had no idea what to do. The two of you ended up just staring at each other until Jungkook panicked and made a move. 

He jumped onto the hill of sand he was on and rolled down to you. Wide eyes you just watched your boyfriend expertly role down the hill and pose in a cool heroic pose. He stood up and rubbed the back of your neck, once again with silence taking over. Breaking the silence was your beautiful laugh, you were so surprised and shocked by his actions you couldn’t help but find them hilarious. “W-Why the hell did you roll in the sand like that?! Y-You couldn’t- Hahaha! Ouch my stomach hurts from laughing. Oh my god! Hahaha- You couldn’t think of a better way to break the awkward silence?! Hahaha!” You just kept laughing as his face became super red and a bit pouty that you were laughing at him that he just bursted out his thoughts, “O-Oh yeah? W…Well it’s your fault for looking so sexy and beautiful that I was left standing completely in awe!” 

Again silence, but now you were the one embarrassed. “S-Sexy and…beautiful?” Jungkook couldn’t handle it anymore and just ran away, with you chasing after him yelling to wait and that you should get lunch together. “Wait! Jungkook, let’s go get lunch!” 

“Nooo! You’ll make fun of me!” *runs for his life while thinking* ‘She’ll be the death of me…It’s her fault I’m this awkward around her, she’s too much for my heart to handle.’ *in the end he makes you where his hoodie while eating lunch together*

Credit to the owners of the gifs, they are perfect and I do not own any of them…sadly, but yeah. Hahaha~ ENJOY!

Electric Feel

For Day 3 of @omgcpwomen week 

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Midafternoon sunlight peeks through one of the blinds in Carrie Robinson’s yoga studio. It’s a modestly sized two room space, the back room predominantly used for aerial yoga and the occasional private session. The dim lights create the illusion of cool temperature as a hundred and five degrees of heat thrums through the vents.

The essential oil diffuser in the back of the room is filtering scents of geranium, citrus, and eucalyptus. Best of all, MGMT plays softly throughout the room. Carrie smiles to herself. Nothing could be more her element than leading a hot fusion class.

“Inhale into cobra, keep your pelvis glued to the floor and your chest wide and open to the ceiling,” Carrie says she demonstrates at the front of the room. “Hold it there for ten…and then getting on the balls of your feet, exhale and push your hips back into downward facing dog.”

The door creaks open, groaning as someone shuffles in loudly. Carrie turns her head to see none other than her husband awkwardly trying to lay out his Falconers’ blue yoga mat in the back corner of the room where there clearly isn’t space.

“There’s plenty of room up here,” she chirps. “Remember to inhale, on the exhale push your hips further toward sky, allow your head and neck a moment of rest.”

In the corner of her eye, she notices a few of her new students cringe while some of her regulars chuckle. She notices person who’s clearly a hockey fan gape as Randy begrudgingly rolls out his mat perpendicular to hers.

“Alright, on inhale pick your left leg behind you as high as you can, and on exhale sweep it forward so your ankle is parallel to wrist,” Carrie says. “It’s ok if you need to pick up your foot to readjust.”

Randy catches up to the rest of the group easily enough. Carrie snorts. It’s almost like he’s married to a yoga instructor.

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