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- Where Harry doesn’t talk and falls in love with Y/n.

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It’s Monday, which means that Harry has to start his week with Physics class.

Harry doesn’t mind the subject itself, he actually has come to the conclusion that it’s the class he’s most interested in—it’s more so the three-hour lab that couldn’t seem to end soon enough. Physics lab means three hours of group research, which requires an abundance of group participation and discussion—all of which makes Harry want to crawl out of his own skin.

And despite Physics holding Harry’s highest grade in university, everyone in that class only hopes to not be paired with him.

Not one student has heard him utter a single word, which ultimately led them to believe that his lack of participation will jeopardize their already mediocre grades. But Harry always finds himself writing all the data information to make up for his lack of discussion, even if he hated it.

So inevitably, Harry lets out an inaudible sigh when he settles into his chair, hair a bit disheveled and eyes still watering from the early hour. And he mentally curses himself for sleeping in a couple extra minutes because now he hasn’t gotten a single ounce of caffeine to help him feel more prepared for the next three hours.

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L-Corp stands tall and bright, not quite looming overhead, but there’s no mistaking it. Usually when Kara flies over at this time of night, only a few lights are left on, but now it’s a beacon against the stars.

There’s a faint heartbeat in her ears, steady and sure, and Kara follows it as she steps through the doors. The guards barely offer her a glance anymore, waving her through after she steps through the detector. 

Her back aches, and her shoulders protest as her arms hang by her sides. She needs to go home and curl up under the blankets, hide away from whatever is her fate at the hands of Snapper in the morning.

She wants to go see Lena. So she does.

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Meihem Sleepover - (NSFW)

The wind was howling outside her tent, although the snows had not yet started. But she almost preferred the snow. It was soft and clean and could be manipulated into barriers and walls to shield her and her friends from the the storm. But here on the steppes, there was nothing but rock; bare and gray and cold rock, scrubby and scratchy plains grass, and that awful screaming wind. The temperatures had plummeted after the sun had dropped, and the only things keeping her and the rest of the team relatively comfortable were the scattered tents and the climate control fields that shimmered around them to keep the heat in; technology fighting against nature.

She wasn’t sure if the others were asleep…Or, well, Reinhardt was definitely asleep, and snoring so loud that he could be heard above the winds. Likely the others were trying to rest as well, with how late it had gotten. The only ones she knew were awake was herself and the junkers. And she knew because she could hear them in the tent next to hers, and they were fighting again. It was muffled, but she definitely heard Junkrat’s high-pitched voice snapping and snarling, and the much lower, rumbling tones of Roadhog for the few times he chose to answer. Rolling her eyes, she put on a pair of headphones and tried to block it out. The fighting continued, and she looked up a few times when there was a crashing and ripping noise, but decided it was best to remain in her own cozy tent, playing her music and looking over her notes.

Caught a kinda fever, whenever you’re around,” she sang softly, a little off-key and under her breath, “Can’t fight the way that you mess with my temperature…Uh-oh, can’t believe it-

There was a rattling ‘knock’ at her tent, the fabric denting and rustling, and a familiar “Oi, Mei?” at the door.

She closed her eyes briefly, sighing before removing her music and adjusting her pajamas, going to unzip the door enough to peek out. Sure enough, Junkrat stood just inside the faint glow of the climate field, hunched a little to fit inside, holding a tattered sleeping bag. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of smiley-face print pajama pants and shivered constantly as he gave her a look that was both miffed and perhaps a little pitiful, sniffling and wiping at his nose with one arm before announcing, “I’m sleeping with you tonight.”

“Excuse me?”

“Gonna share a tent, yeah?”

“It’s late, Jamison, go back to your own tent.”

“Uh…” He gestured behind himself; there in the dark, was the ripped up and thoroughly broken and stomped-looking remains of Junkrat’s tent, strips of fabric hanging from the broken poles at odd angles, and the climate field generator was nowhere to be found. “I can’t?”

She gave him a baffled look, palms up in an imploring manner. “What on earth happened?”

“…I dunno.”

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Ride With Me (Part 4)

PAIRING: readerxbucky au


WARNINGS: swearing. 

*Things get tense when (Y/N) meets three members of the Red Skull*

So, considering that two of these characters have yet to made an appearance in the MCU. I am taking slight artistic licence as to what I think they looked like for this AU. Shout out to @assembletheimagines​ for helping me try and pick a face for Hela thanks boo x (I know that Cate Blanchett is going to portray her in Thor 3 but I kinda leaned towards the comic version of her for this AU)  

Part 3


Originally posted by perfectlymeganfox

Originally posted by orotundmutt

“Come on you piece of shit work” you growled dangerously. You sat perched at the bar, a new lukewarm cup of tea sat beside to you barely touched as you glared viciously at the laptop screen. You had been risking your life in that motel room for long enough and it was high time to find a place of your own. Or someone to share it with at least.

“Don’t you look like a ray of sunshine this morning” you resisted the urge to glare at the three arrivals.

“Careful Sam, she’d been yelling at that thing all morning” Wanda teased as she stood behind the bar drying pint glasses.

“Roommate search? Looking for a new place?” Natasha asked peering over your shoulder reading the website open on the laptop.

“Living out of my suitcase is getting a little old” you mumble into your mug, you winced after swallowing. The cool temperature didn’t sit well with you.  

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Baton Date

So this is inspired by @australet789 ‘s awesome fanart. I loved the idea so here’s a oneshot. I hope you’ll like it :D

Marinette wasn’t too sure what to expect of this so called date. It had been a little bit spontaneous. Chat asked her on a sort of friendly but not really date, she accepted with the condition of it being something unexpected and not cliche in any sense of the word. She didn’t expect him to have an idea so fast. It was about midnight the next day when he knocked on her window, asking if she is ready for the date. Marinette raised an eyebrow. It was a Saturday night so she could stay up late and not worry she will oversleep yet again. They landed on a random roof and Marinette looked curiously around.

“Not a romantic candlelight dinner on a rooftop for me?” she asked amused, while turning around and facing Chat.

He smiled. “You said no cliches and I’m a cat of my word. I came with the perfect date idea for a fierce princess such as yourself.”

Marinette looked at him. “So, what’s this date exactly? Taking me to a roof in the middle of the night?”

Chat smirked. “Not at all.” he took his weapon from behind him and extended it. “It is a baton date.”

“A baton date?” Marinette repeated incredulously wondering just what that would be.

“Precisely!” Chat said while leaning on his staff for support. “Remember when I tried to scare you that one time when I visited and you grabbed me and threw me against the wall out of instinct?”

Marinette winced at the memory. She didn’t mean to hurt him, but one does not simply sneak on Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Chat learned it the hard way. Looking back at him, he waved his hands dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. But it gave me the idea, I should teach you how to use your weapon. You are good without one, so with one, you could be unbeatable.”

Marinette smiled. Setting aside the fact that she knew very well how to use a weapon and already kicked his ass multiple times with or without one, this was really sweet of him to want to teach her. Oh well, it could be fun.

“Teach me then.” she said making Chat’s whole face lit up.

“Alright, firstly, “ he went beside her and held the staff in front of her. “Both hands up or both hands under. A mixed grip is a bad idea in the long run.”

All in all, the baton date was going pretty great if Marinette had to say so herself. She actually took one or two of the suggestions Chat gave her, even if a staff wasn’t her main weapon. This was pretty good training. She was aware Chat was trying to impress her with all his skills and knowledge and while she wasn’t especially impressed (she was a superhero too, after all) Chat was extremely happy with their little lesson, so Marinette kept up the little game. Honest smiles looked good on him. And she would lie if she would say she didn’t like the fond look he was giving her when he thought she wasn’t watching. She was leaning against him at the moment, grip tight on the baton. She glanced up and Chat was giving him one of those looks of his, that made her feel like she was truly precious to him. When he noticed she was looking at him, he moved his gaze, looking forward.

“If you need to push an enemy away, you extend the staff forward.” he instructed, settling his right hand over her and gently guiding it to the buttons of the weapon, making her press the right one.

One hour of staff fighting lessons and Chat finally let go of his staff and put some distance between them. And even though the night wasn’t cold, Marinette missed the warmth of his chest, more than she would like to admit.

“Alright, Princess, ready for a one to one?” Chat questioned moving in a fight stance a few meters away from her. Marinette positioned the staff, ready to defend herself. They danced a little around each other until Chat charged again. Marinette held the staff forward, ready to block him, when he did something unexpected. He grabbed the staff, forcing her to held it above both their heads.

“Not bad, princess,” he said in a breathy tone. They were both sweating and breathing heavily for the constant training in the last hour. Chat leaned forward, nuzzling their noses. “I’m impurressed. Don’t be sorry you can’t win against me from the start, though.” he said with a smirk.

Marinette smirked herself. “Thank you for teaching me, chaton.” she narrowed her eyes. “How shall I thank you?” he was still leaning close and Marinette took advantage of that to bump their noses together.

Chat’s whole confidence seemed to go down the drain. “ No… no, need to er… I.”

“Oh, but I have to thank you somehow,” she said, tilting her head. “You are a wonderful instructor.” she couldn’t hide the smugness as she saw the blush under the line of his mask.

The second when her lips touched his he let go of the staff. Marinette herself let it down, holding it just in her right hand, focusing rather on kissing him. Their breaths were already ragged from training, so she kiss couldn’t last too long. It was sweet, though and both of them found out, they wouldn’t mind repeating the experience.

“I hope that was enough of a reward.” Marinette whispered as they finished the kiss, still leaning close to him. “But there is a thing, minou…” she nuzzled his nose, imitating his earlier move just as she positioned the staff next to his ankles. And in one fast movement, Chat fell on his back.

“I always win.” she declared with a smug smirk as Chat got propped himself on his eyebrows. She swung the staff onto her shoulders, copying a movement she knew he always did when he felt confident.

Looking up at Marinette, holding his weapon, looking as smug as ever and standing victoriously above him as the lights of the city made her blue eyes sparkle, Chat was speechless. Something stirred in his chest and it was a little bit unfamiliar, yet not a bad feeling, it was almost as a wave of warmth took over him. Still, he wasn’t sure what it… oh. OH!

Oh, boy, he was in so much shit.

Burn This City

(A/N): Angry Diana is unstoppable.

Pairings: DianaXReader

Request: Can you do a WW fanfic that goes with the song Start A Riot by BANNERS? I think it would be awesome. Thank you! XOXO

Warnings: Angry Diana

Tags: @sxph-t @iamwarrenspeace @siberiawolf20

Originally posted by harleysquinn

I will march down an empty street like a ship into the storm.
No surrender, no retreat. I will tear down every wall.
Just to keep you warm, just to bring you home.
I will burn this city down for a diamond in the dust.

Diana paces back and forth as her mind feels as if it might explode. She was furious. How could she let this happen? One of Bruce’s enemies had taken her precious (Y/N) and she wanted to burn down the whole city. (Y/N) was her world, they meant everything to her and she wasn’t about to lose them. Not like Steve, she wouldn’t allow it. 

Bruce watches as Diana burns a path in the floor where she’s pacing and he can’t help but feel bad. He knows how much (Y/N) means to her but he needs to keep her calm or she will actually tear apart the whole city. “Diana, you need to calm down.” Bruce states gently which only gets him a deadly glare from the goddess and he would be lying if it didn’t scare him. 

“I cannot calm down, Bruce! (Y/N) is out there alone and scared and I am just standing doing nothing to save them.” Diana throws back with anger in her voice, arms beginning to flail, something she did when she was upset, and Bruce knows she’s not mad at him, more at herself. 

He can see the frustration and worry etched across her face as she begins to pace the floor once again and he stands from his seat, walking over and placing his hands on her shoulders, stopping her movements. “Diana, I promise we will find them but you barging into the streets will do them no good. I need you to trust me.”

Diana gives a huff of air as she gives a small nod. “I do trust you, Bruce.” She then looks straight into his brown orbs, no emotion clearly shown but he sees fire in her eyes. “But… if you don’t succeed, I will not hesitate to tear down this city.”

Bruce watches as Diana walks away, determination in every step and he gives a sigh, knowing she meant every word.

I will fight till the flag waves white until my dying days, through the bombs and blasts.
If your world falls apart, I’d start a riot.
If night falls in your heart, I’d light the fire.

Diana was trying so hard to keep her composure. Bruce, Clark, Barry had been helping with the search for (Y/N) but so far, they weren’t having any luck. They had a couple hits from some nearby locations and Diana about ripped down each building but every time, (Y/N) wasn’t there. 

They had just come up empty handed once again and Diana sends a swift kick to one of the goons still crawling on the ground, sending him flying into the nearest wall. The team watches with wide eyes as the sound of the wall breaking fills the air and the man lays unconscious on the floor. “Diana…” Bruce begins but she cuts him off by raising a hand, silencing him.

“I’m giving you one last chance, Bruce. I’m getting tired of coming up empty handed.” Diana states, tiredness clear in her voice and she turns on her heel, walking towards the exit of the building. She doesn’t wait up for the rest of the team but hears quick foot steps behind her and she looks next to her seeing Barry. 

He sends a small smile her way before nervously looking at the ground. “I’m really sorry, Diana. It must be hard without (Y/N).”

Diana releases a sigh as memories of (Y/N) pop into her mind and all she wants to do is see their smile and hug them tightly, never letting go. “As cheesy as it may sound, (Y/N) is my world. I would do anything for them, even if it meant burning down a whole city.” Diana admits avoiding Barry’s gaze and he gives a small nod.

“I think they know that too.” Barry claims as he sends a warm smile towards the goddess and she turns to him with a sad smile.

“I can only hope they don’t think I’ve given up on them and that they’re still alive.” Barry shakes his head and Diana tilts her head to the side at the action causing his smile to inch up his face. 

“(Y/N) is a tough one, they’re alive all right and with that kind of love, I highly doubt they’ve lost hope.” It’s the first time in a while a smile effortlessly grows on her face and she stops, surprising Barry with a tight hug. 

He chuckles, quickly wrapping his arms around her as well. “Thank you.” 

In the dark, when you sound the alarm
We’ll find each other’s arms.
For your love, all you are
I’d start a riot.

Not long after the exchange with Barry, Bruce had gotten another hit on (Y/N). This time it was in a whole different city and Diana had a whole new level of determination jittering through her body. So, when they arrive at the building, the three superheroes take on the men out in the front before ushering Diana to go inside.

She doesn’t hesitate before rushing in and making quick work of the men guarding the door. She begins to sprint down long hallways, taking out men as she goes while easily blocking the oncoming bullets with her gauntlets and she’s nearly cleared the entire building in record time but there is still no sign of (Y/N).

“(Y/N)!” Diana yells but receives no answer and she feels herself slow down, doubt creeping into her veins. “(Y/N)!” She tries again but this time she hears a faint noise coming from her right. She begins to sprint in that general direction, when several men come into view guarding a door. She runs full speed, sending one crashing through a wall before grabbing her sword and sweeping the rest off their feet with a simple swipe of her sword and a few punches. Her chest heaves with each breath and she turns towards the door noticing the lock on it. She easily breaks it off with her hands before slowly pushing it open. The room in dimly lit almost pitch back and she wills her eyes to adjust. “(Y/N)?” Diana calls out as she holds her breath.

“Diana…” A small voice pipes up and Diana knows that voice from anywhere. (Y/N)’s body slowly emerges from the darkness and Diana’s heart tears. They look skinnier than the last time she saw them, they have multiple bruises and wounds on their body, blood staining their clothes and their eyes have a certain fear in them that she can’t even replicate. 

Diana rushes next to (Y/N) gently cupping their bruised face. “By Hera… what did they do to you?” Diana whispers out as she feels tears falling and she desperately yet gently wraps (Y/N) up in her arms. 

A sob takes over (Y/N)’s body as they shrink in Diana’s embrace and Diana can only hold their shaking body close. “I-I didn’t know if you’d be able to find me.” (Y/N) chokes out into Diana’s chest and she subconsciously wraps her arms tighter around them.

“No matter where you were, I would have found you.” Diana mumbles into (Y/N)’s matted down hair and they give a shaky breath. 

“I want to go home.” (Y/N) whispers out and Diana nods before scooping them up effortlessly in her arms before kissing their temple. 

“Home we’ll go then.”

Masquerade 2.2: The Reunion (Jimin x Reader)

Will things have changed after 10 years?

These 2.somethings will consist of little drabbles related to the characters in Masquerade II. (Mostly, Red Mask, because he is a complex character and there is still a lot to tell about his story, but the other characters will probably get their own drabbles eventually too ^_^)

If you haven’t already, please read Masquerade II first !!

Summary: The continuation of Masquerade 2.1 (<- please read before this drabble). Jimin journeys to his high school reunion, albeit unwillingly, to deal with the demons in his past. Will he be able to battle them head on or will he be swallowed up like before?

Jimin x Reader ft. other characters ;)

High school reunion au

Fluff, some slight smut, & some slight angst

Originally posted by gotjimin

           "I can’t believe you have work…“ Jimin exhaled. "I need you there with me! This is going to be horrible.”

           "I’m sorry, sweetie.“ You cupped his face, knowing he had been dreading this day for a long time now. But last minute, the lead of your show came down with a sickness so you were called in to fill in for her, even though it wasn’t your day to star. You couldn’t turn it down and forsake the show. "I believe in you, Park Jimin. Hold down the fort until I get there okay?”

           "Okay.“ He pouted, but you kissed him to placate him.

           "I love you.” You grinned, trying to ease him. “And who knows? They may have all matured like you kind of started to.”

           "Gee, I love you too.“ He rolled his eyes.

           You giggled and kissed him again. "Be good until I get there, please. Just stand by the refreshments and stuff your face.”

           He exhaled. “Break a leg on your show.”

           You smiled and grabbed your purse then with a last apologetic look, you left.

           Jimin groaned, lugging himself around the apartment you two shared, debating on faking an illness so he could get out of going. But he knew you would see through it immediately and drag him there regardless.

           He had whined and complained as much as he could since he received the invitation. He even told you his embarrassing past that he had never divulged to anyone in hopes that you would sympathize with him, but adversely, it only fueled your determination to have him go. You had said something about “showing off”, but he didn’t feel confident enough to flaunt at all. He had avoided reconnecting with anyone from high school because it reminded him about times that he would rather forget, but with one measly piece of paper, all his efforts went down the drain. You had convinced him by banning sex until he agreed to go, which was insanely unfair, but he knew that you were only doing that to force him to face his inner demons. And that this reunion was the only chance he would get to do so.

           Nervously, he parked his car in front of the hotel where it was being held. He handed his keys to the valet and before he could compose himself, someone called out to him.

           "Is that…Park Jimin??“

           He bit his lip and turned to greet the group of people warmly.

           "Yes, it’s me, Park Jimin!” he chuckled, trying to be as lighthearted as possible.

           "Oh man! You look good!“ They chimed. "And wow, what a car!”

           Jimin smiled and nodded, recognizing their faces. They definitely were people in his high school class.

           "Let’s head in dude!“ One of the guys slapped his back and threw an arm around his shoulder chummily.

           Jimin gulped and followed the crowd of his old classmates, who were chatting happily. Everyone seemed to have stayed in touch because they were asking pretty detailed and personal questions.

           "Hey guys! Names please.” The secretary of your student council back in the day greeted the group.

           "Check it out, Secretary. It’s Jimin!“ One of the guys beamed and presented you, as if he was showing off his son or something. "He used to chubby and small, but look at him, so built and fit! Still a bit on the short side, but he looks great!”

           Jimin smiled awkwardly, not enjoying the attention for once. He wasn’t sure whether to be offended or pleased by his classmate’s comments.

           "Park Jimin? You mean the playboy of our high school?“

           "Yeah he’s right there, see?”

           "I told you he looked good.“

           "He must definitely still be a playboy with that look.”

           People inside murmured excitedly as he stepped forward sheepishly.

           "Yeah, it’s me.“ he scratched the back of his head.

           The old student council secretary smiled warmly, and checked off his name on the list. "It’s good to see you, Jimin. You and your guest will be in Table 9.”

           "Thanks.“ Jimin bowed and walked in.

           He hadn’t felt intimidated like this in such a long time. He headed straight for his table, throwing off his coat. He recognized the people he was seated with as some of his old dance club members so he greeted them cheerfully. Once he took his seat, they all began catching up and time passed relaxingly.

           But just when he thought that everything was going well and that maybe it wasn’t such a big mistake to come, he felt arms wrap around his neck from behind. He knew it wasn’t your touch so he tensed up, wondering who in hell was embracing him so openly.

           "I’ve been waiting for you Park Jimin.” A female whispered into his ear and he stood up abruptly, alert and flustered.

           The entire table hollered excitedly.

           "Playboy Jimin is back at it! Ow ow!“

           Jimin frowned and turned around to see who it was that was teasing him. His eyes widened when he came face-to-face with the woman he had randomly slept with out of spite for the Temptress; the first victim of his descent to Red Mask.

           "Let’s dance, Jimin.” she smirked as she grabbed his hand tightly, dragging him to the dance floor.

           He stood there, exasperated as she pressed her body against him. It was painfully obvious she was trying to rile him up and seduce him, but he felt indifferent to her advances. Stepping away to create distance between their persons, he sighed.

           "What exactly are you doing?“

           "I thought we could pick up where we left off back in high school.” She twirled his tie and fluttered her eyes flirtatiously. “I’ve been wanting to reconnect with you for some time now. I’ve heard how great you were at pleasing women, and I wanted you to jog my memory of our time in the classroom.”

           She licked her lips and leaned her face forwards towards his. Jimin furrowed his brows and grabbed her shoulders to halt her movement.

           "I’m sorry.“ he plucked his tie out of her grip. "But I have a girlfriend, and I wasn’t ever and still am not interested in you.”  

            She burst into laughter. “Really? Who are you lying to now? You don’t have a girlfriend or standards. I mean, who could love a playboy like yourself? You were even notorious in your college and word got around to mine.” She hummed and reached out to touch his face. “Or are you rejecting me because you’re still mad that I spilled our little secret?”

           Jimin exhaled, pulling her hand away from his cheek. But before he could emphasize that he was telling the truth, the ruckus by the entrance interrupted them.

           "Damn. Check that girl out! Did she go to our highschool?“

           "Dude, if she did, I totally would’ve banged her!”

           "Did she come to the wrong place?“

           "Who cares? I’m going to talk to her.”

           "But man, she’s so hott. Can you really walk up to her casually?“

           Jimin glanced over curiously and immediately perked up when he saw you waltz in, as gorgeous as ever. Surprisingly though, you hadn’t worn the outfit you originally picked out for the event. And boy was he glad you had decided to be bolder with your outfit choice. Instead of a simple, elegant black dress, you wore a skin tight, long, red dress with a high slit to expose your toned legs.  There was a gold plate around your neck holding up the fabric and a gaping hole to expose just hints of your bra-less breasts.

           In your case, you figured the more seductive attire would make up for abandoning Jimin in his time of need. And besides, you knew you needed to flaunt yourself a little. You wanted Jimin to feel confident again, especially in a place where he felt most vulnerable. If there was anything you could do to ease his worries, it was to put your charms to use. Luckily, that was your forte.  

           "Excuse me.” Jimin pushed the woman in front of him aside, much to her dissatisfaction, and swooped in beside you before any other guy had the guts to approach.

           "Hey, babe.“ He kissed your cheek. "Perfect timing.”

           You smiled and patted his tie gently, hearing the relief laced in his voice. “Been rough, huh?”

           "Unbelievably.“ he breathed. "Aaand here they come now.”

           "Jimin! My man!“

           Some guys he had never seen before came up and attempted to perform some handshake he didn’t know. It ended up as floppy hands and weird wailing noises that didn’t match the rhythm; all for the purpose of appearing close with him.

           "How have you been?”

           "Good, good.“ Jimin answered hesitantly, knowing exactly what their objective was.

           "And who is this pretty thing you’ve got on your arm?”

           "This is my girlfriend, Y/N.“ Jimin introduced and you shook their hands amiably.

           "Pleasure to meet you guys.” You smiled infectiously.

           "How much did he pay you to come with him?“ They half-jested.

           You glanced at Jimin, trying to get a sense of how he was feeling about the situation. You saw he was a bit uncomfortable and tense, so you squeezed his hand gently to reassure him.

           "He pays me in fantastic sex and expensive dinners, like any boyfriend should, right?” You grinned genuinely and everyone immediately stopped laughing. A small smile splayed on Jimin’s face, amused. What had he expected from you?

           "Oh yeah. I heard he was a bit of a playboy in high school. Bet he hasn’t told you that.“ One of the guys nudged you playfully, still trying to sway you.

           Your lips curled up and shrugged. "Oh I met him in college. I know pretty much every person he’s slept with.”

           You leaned over and whispered. The guys crowded closer, magnetized to you already.

           "But I’m also not so innocent.“

           You winked seductively, and Jimin visibly saw them fall weak against your charms. You truly were a dangerous woman.

           "Well, let’s get you some dri–” Jimin tried to interject, wrapping his arm around your waist.

           "I’ll get you one! What would you like?“ one of the guys volunteered hurriedly.

           "A nice glass of champagne would be nice.” You smiled sweetly, and they all scrambled towards the table to grab you one.

           While they were off bickering, you chuckled and kissed Jimin deeply. He was taken aback by the sudden forwardness, but welcomed your affection happily.

           "What was that for?“ he hummed.

           You wrapped your arms around his neck, grinning cheekily. "Aren’t you glad I’m yours?”

           He laughed as he caressed your cheek, staring at you fondly. “I’m actually a bit scared to be honest. How far do your seductive charms go?”

           You chuckled and whispered into his ear. “Would you like to see?”

           Jimin gripped your waist tightly. “Let’s save that for later, hm?”

           You moved daringly closer to his face to softly claim, “I decide that.”

           His eyes sparkled with glee. The banter between you two always made him feel like home, and he loved how you could tease him wherever and whenever shamelessly.

           "I like that outfit choice by the way.“ Jimin grinned as he stepped back to admire you fully.

            You twirled around playfully and smirked. "You know how much I like red.”

           He bit his lip seductively as he pulled you by the waist in order to plant a chaste kiss on your lips. “I would’ve never guessed.”

           Chuckling lightly, you ran your hands through his hair as you looked at him lovingly. It still amazed you that he was all yours. But your alone time was interrupted when the guys returned and a bunch of champagne glasses were thrusted at you simultaneously. You unlatched yourself from Jimin, giggling, and chugged a few glasses coolly.

           Jimin stepped back, permitting the crowd of his classmates to surround you as he watched you enjoying yourself, amused. He was really grateful that you had come, despite probably being exhausted from your performance. You kept him level-headed, and your presence was a living reminder of how far he had come. He smiled to himself happily, feeling a wave of contentment wash over him.

           But then suddenly, something completely unexpected happened.

           The sea of men parted to make way for someone that froze him where he stood. Without a doubt, it was Temptress walking towards his girlfriend, marching towards you. She hadn’t changed much from his memory. Her face showed a few signs of aging, and she wore thicker make-up than she did back in the day, but she still had a gifted body, and an air of seduction about her.

           But it was odd.

           Although she looked almost the same as she did in high school, his heart no longer raced when he stared at her. He no longer felt magnetized to the way she combed her fingers through her hair or the way she strutted so confidently forward. He didn’t even feel anger. It was odd… but he felt nothing.

           He had worried about this encounter for years, and spent weeks being chilled with anxiety over being in the same room as Temptress once again. Then most of the reunion he made sure to avoid being in the same vicinity as you. But what was this? His heart flipped at the thought that he was no longer bound by her words, by her actions, by her name, by her existence. He felt relieved; a sense of freedom embracing him, as if a heavy burden had just been lifted. He had truly moved on from his past.

           "Yah.“ Temptress stood in front of you, boldly sporting a strapless dress, which seemed to be clutching onto her breasts for dear life.

           You blinked, wondering who this woman was. You noticed the men gawking at her nervously and in awe.

           "Yes?” You replied, standing up straighter.

           Jimin swallowed as he watched. Why had Temptress approached you? Was she going to fight you? Did she not like that someone else was getting all the attention, all the men? What should he do? He worried frantically.

           But his brain completely flat-lined at what he witnessed next. Unexpectedly, Temptress pulled you forward and locked lips with you aggressively.

           "Holy shit!“ The guys bellowed excitedly.


           Jimin’s eyes widened as he saw you push away almost instantaneously, also flabbergasted. The men cheered enthusiastically at witnessing two hott women kissing in front of them. Jimin’s heart thumped in his chest as he scurried to pull you away from her, hiding you behind him. Never in a million years had he expected that to happen.

           You were shaken up behind him, touching your lips with a stunned expression.

           "That was my girlfriend you just kissed.” Jimin defended.

           "Park Jimin?“ Temptress perked up, recognizing him immediately. "You…and her?”

           You grabbed onto Jimin’s hand, standing beside him, as if to reassure her that you two were in fact together.

           "Oh wow. I’m so happy for you.“ she smiled warmly. "You truly were my greatest student.”

           "Is that her?“ You whispered into Jimin’s ear, and he nodded subtly.

           "I’m sorry for everything I said and did to you back then. I was really messed up…I still am.” she scratched the back of her head. “And I’m glad you didn’t end up like me.”

           Jimin furrowed his brow. “But you came with someone.”

           "Oh that guy.“ Temptress snorted. "I didn’t want to look lame, coming alone. I hired him to escort me. I don’t even know him.”

           Jimin blinked. “Wh-what…?”

           "Yeah…“ she blushed sheepishly. "I’ve been wanting to apologize for awhile now. I was so insensitive, and I took advantage of your naivety and toyed with you. I thought I was entitled and amazing, like I was doing you a favor by doing those things with you, but I devalued your feelings and hurt you. So, I’m sorry….”

           Jimin glanced around as a bunch of eyes were waiting for his reply. You smiled and squeezed his hand encouragingly. He really didn’t expect this at all.

           "Um it’s okay. It’s the past.“ He found himself saying surprisingly. He had envisioned the many things that he would say to Temptress if ever he had a chance to, and needless to say, all of the conversations he had imagined weren’t nice at all. But now, he faced her and he didn’t have a single mean thing to say. What had he even been so mad and worried about? "But I don’t know if I can forgive you for kissing my girlfriend.”

           Temptress blushed.

           When did she learn to look embarrassed and timid like that? Jimin was overwhelmed. He didn’t remember this side of her at all. She was always so sure of herself and so poised.

           "I’m sorry. She was just so beautiful, stunning, and confident. It was so alluring. I couldn’t help myself.“ Temptress confessed.

           "Aww, thanks.” You cooed, quickly dropping your guard at her compliments.

           "Well yeah umm…“ Jimin coughed, trying to maintain the upper hand. "But you still shouldn’t go around randomly kissing strangers…”

           He caught you glance at him with an amused expression. He knew you were thinking that he had no right to tell someone not to kiss strangers randomly, when he had done so plenty of times himself. But that was beside the point here, he was trying to look tough and angry.

           "Well…if you and she don’t mind…would you be willing to share…her?“ Temptress squirmed, eye-ing you intently. "I really…haven’t been so taken and attracted with someone in such a long time. And I mean, you’ve become so handsome yourself, Jimin. I’d be honored.”

           Jimin grabbed your hand tightly and stepped in front of you, blocking her eyes from raking down your body ravenously. “Sorry, I don’t plan to share her. She’s mine alone.”

           "I envy you.“ she smiled sadly, accepting his rejection of her suggestion with an audible sigh. "I spent so much time hating on love…that I let a lot of good guys slip away. Now I have no idea what it was that got me so worked up about empty sex that I ended up swearing off any sort of emotional connection. I’m glad you found it despite being widely known as a playboy back in high school and through college.”

           "Thanks…I guess…“ Jimin awkwardly stated. ”…for everything too.“

           "No really.” You chimed, beaming widely. “Thank you for everything.”

           Jimin glared at you, knowing you were taking a jab at his skills in bed. Temptress blushed and grinned at your sincerity, making Jimin want to cover you up immediately. Did she really just fall for you? The woman he had scorned and hated on for years. The very woman that had tainted his purity and shown him the cruelty of falling for the wrong person. That same woman was envious of him, and was vying for you, the person he loved. It was difficult to wrap his head around the peculiar turn of events.

           "Well at least save a dance for me, Jimin’s girlfriend.“ Temptress winked playfully.

           "Y/N.” You grinned. “And will do.”

           Jimin pulled you away from the crowd, feeling as if his legs were about to give out at any moment, plus he didn’t want to think about what would happen if you ended up liking Temptress too. Regardless of how things unfolded, he had faced his past head-on and realized that he had overcome it. None of his classmates held anything against him nor did they think ill of him anymore. Temptress apologized and although it was a little mean of him, it was great seeing her jealous of him, jealous of him having love, of him having something she couldn’t get. Smiling to himself, he knew he had done something right, and that was not letting go of you.

           After that, the night progressed relatively well. He finally loosened up and was able to catch up with more of his old friends. He spoke candidly about what he did and used to do as a career, even telling everyone about how you two met and ended up getting together. Needless to say everyone was impressed by your unique love story.

           And while he conversed, you spent your time dancing, gathering as much gossip as you could about how Jimin was back in the day. As you promised, you saved a dance for Temptress and you were able to get to know her a little better. Surprisingly, you two got along really well. She wasn’t as bad as Jimin had portrayed her to be; she was actually a kind person underneath her intimidatingly bodacious appearance. Much like you and Jimin, she had just made plenty of wrong decisions that spiraled her into a dark place regarding relationships. You had been there and done that, so you truly empathized with her.

           All in all, it seemed to have been a successful reunion for everyone, and you could tell Jimin was in high spirits once again. You had missed him being so, since he had been clouded with worry and anxiety the weeks leading to the reunion. He hummed happily as he drove back home, and you watched him endearingly.  

           "Jimin.“ You called.


           "I was totally down for a threesome by the way.“

           "Seriously?” he choked out, coughing frantically, at the sudden confession.

           "Yeah. I mean, if she TAUGHT you what you know now then she must be really be something.“ You explained lightly.

           "She didn’t teach me everything!” he huffed defiantly.

           "Mhm.“ You half-hearted hummed.

           "She didn’t! And I don’t like sharing!”

           "You’ve never had a problem in the past.“ You eyed him skeptically.

           "You’re different. I don’t like sharing you.” He pouted.

           You blushed and chuckled at his words. You loved how protective and possessive he was over you; it was cute and it fluttered your heart more than you’d like to admit.

           "Do you still have feelings for her?“ You inquired.

           "No, absolutely not.”

           "Are you sure?“

           "Of course. I wasn’t worried about seeing her because I thought I’d fall for her again. I was more afraid about being less successful than everybody else. I was afraid she would still be above me, still have power over me, would still make me feel small and worthless. I was afraid to be average again…” he squeezed your hand. “But I realized something.”

           "What? That with me and Temptress combined, you would become average?“ You teased.

           Jimin groaned, "I’m trying to be romantic here!”

           "I’m sorry sweetie. Keep being romantic.“ You chuckled as you kissed his cheek to appease him. "What did you realize?”

           "I was going to say… until you ruined the mood… that I realized that with you, I’m never going to be average again, because together we’re extraordinary.“

           "Aww that’s so cheesy. Who are you and what have you done with my Chimchim?” You grinned.

           Jimin blushed and kept his eyes glued on the road, embarrassed.

           "Can you pull up over there?“ You pointed randomly.

           "Why? You need to pee?” he questioned.

           "Want to have some hott car sex?“ You suggested flirtatiously.

           Wildly and abruptly, Jimin swerved to the side of the road.  He parked the car and stared at you exasperatedly.

           "What did I say about talking dirty when I’m driving?! You know it’s dangerous!”

           "Well, can I talk dirty now that you’re not driving?“ You smirked as you crawled your fingers up his arm seductively.

           "No. Wait until we’re home.” he grumbled rebelliously as he turned back to grip the steering wheel.

           "One kiss?“ You pouted. "I did a good job today and I want a reward!”

           Jimin sighed, “Alright. One kiss, but no funny business, okay?”

           "Kay.“ You giggled and unbuckled your seatbelt eagerly.

           Before he could protest, you crashed your lips onto his and began palming him through his slacks roughly. He groaned and tried to push you off, albeit lightly, in fake resistance. You smiled, knowing he couldn’t refuse you at this point. You broke the kiss and he fluttered his eyes open, a bit dizzy from the surprise attack.

           "Park Jimin. Don’t ever let anyone tell you or make you feel like you’re average.” you whispered to him intently. “You’re fantastic at everything. Except for cooking…certain things, but you’re improving.”

           "Thanks.“ Jimin rolled his eyes, but you gently placed your hands on his face, forcing him to stare at you.

           "I mean it. You’re a wonderful boyfriend, a fantastic lover, a great friend, and beloved boss. If those things didn’t happen back then, we probably wouldn’t be where we are right now. You wouldn’t be the Jimin in front of me, and it probably wouldn’t be me escorting you to your high school reunion.” Your lips curled up affectionately. “So don’t let the past haunt you anymore because you’ve built such a great present and future for yourself.”

           Jimin smiled gratefully, “Will my future have you in it?”

           You grinned, “Will you keep me in it?”

           He nodded, laughing as he leaned forward. “I plan to keep you for a very, very long time, love.”

           Sweetly, your lips found each other and perfectly melded together.

           You would’ve gone further had it not been for the cop car that pulled up behind you guys. Immediately, you parted yourselves and pretended to be on your phones.

           "Is everything okay here?“

           "Yes, sir.” Jimin smiled as soon as he rolled down the window.

           "We were just looking for directions Officer…“

           You paused as you looked up from your phone to find none other than Jeon Jungkook, grinning widely at you from the driver side window. Immediately, you gasped giddily and beamed at his presence.

           "Oh my lord. My little Kooks –You’re one hott cop!”

           "Why, thank you Noona.“ he chuckled and bowed playfully.

           "Hey, hey. No googly eyes at my girlfriend.” Jimin scolded.

           "I know, I know. Rule #1.“ Jungkook grinned. "I recognized your car and license plate while I was on patrol. Knowing you two, I figured I’d come see the action, you know.”

           Jungkook winked.

           "You little.“ Jimin pinched his cheeks harshly. "You’ve been wanting to see us in action since day one.”

           "Hey, I’d learn a lot, you know, if I got a demonstration instead of an explanation.“

           "Oh trust me, Kooks. You’re quite gifted. You’re good.” You gave him a thumbs up.

           "YOU WATCH HIS MONITOR?“ Jimin bellowed.

           "I watch EVERYONE’S monitor!” You argued.

           Jimin hesitated. “Who’s bigger?”

           "Oh my god. I’m not having this conversation Jimin.“ You rolled your eyes.

           Jungkook giggled as he tapped Jimin’s car lightly. "Well, I have to get back to work. Rule #13 hyung.”

           Jimin cracked up and fist bumped Jungkook. “You’re right.”

            “Have a good night!” Jungkook saluted you two suavely.

           "Night!“ You waved and he soon disappeared back into the road to complete his patrol. Not long after, Jimin pulled back into the main road, continuing the route home once more.

           "What’s Rule #13?” You questioned.

           Jimin chuckled, “You’ll like this one.”

           You raised an eyebrow curiously.

           "Rule #13: It’s not about the package, it’s about the delivery.“

           You and Jimin laughed hysterically all the way home.

           Once you arrived at your apartment, you scurried past him to get inside first. He curiously glanced your way, wondering why you had rushed through the door. But you simply smirked.

           "Well Mr. Park,” You threw your jacket onto the couch and posed. “Would you care to show me how you deliver that package?”

           Jimin’s eyes darkened as he licked his lips. Roughly, he grabbed your waist to pull you against his body, your faces just mere centimeters apart.



The Horrors Of Spring | Chapter Six

Summary: Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn. The four courts that serve as the pillars of the fae realm, united in peace, and yet their words could not be further apart. Natsu Dragneel, Prince of Summer, feels as though the weight of royalty will be his undoing. But when the Courts begin to gather, he soon discovers there are those far more trapped than he.

Rating: M                            Words: 3091

Prologue / Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five

A/N: Finally an update! I’m so sorry for the wait but please enjoy!


             “To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.”

                                                 - Pablo Neruda

Lucy watched as a flock of birds sailed through the pale blue sky of dawn above her. The soft grass of the clearing tickled her shins as a breeze swept by. She closed her eyes and tilted her face into the wind. If she tried, she could almost pretend she was up there with them.

Instead the breeze merely lifted strands of her hair to tickle her face. She rolled her shoulders- the movement automatic. Even with them closed, her eyes stung as she remembered she could no longer lift her wings to shield herself from the chill.

Nevertheless, the chill abated. She was sitting so close to the border she could feel the magic pulse as something drew close. A very warm and eager something.

“Where’s your coat?” The something said, “I’d hate for you to catch a cold.”

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persephone .one.

bughead fanfiction - unbeta’d - angsty - post breakup - ½


“If we aren’t capable of hurt,
we aren’t capable of joy.”
—Madeleine L’Engle

Her name is Sabrina.

The new girl at Riverdale High, walking through the halls of their senior year with an air of confidence Betty only dreams of having one day. With short ashy blonde hair and eyes sharper than even that of her gorgeous best friend Veronica Lodge, Sabrina Spellman has, and is, everything Betty isn’t— mysterious, sultry, and unnaturally ethereal.

The worst part is, Betty can’t hate her.

Sure, she’s dating her ex-boyfriend, but she’s also her lab partner. Betty comes to find Sabrina is actually incredibly nice and infuriatingly easy to talk to. She also notices that enigmatic glint in the other girl’s eyes and thinks, maybe this is what Jughead wanted all along.

Someone who wears her individuality with pride and isn’t afraid of making mistakes.

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Title: ‘Reunion’
TV Show: The 100
Rating: General
Summary: Marcus makes it back inside the bunker, but runs into a problem he didn’t expect. Totally baseless next episode fic that will doubtless be completely discounted by tomorrow :)

(I wrote this at work because it was a long day today and I guess this was at the top of my mind)

Marcus finds Abby pretty much where he expects, in the bunker’s version of Medical, deep in the lower levels.

She’s moving crates when he walks quietly through the door – medical supplies, he assumes, though whether from the bunker itself or whatever is left of their meagre stash scavenged from Mount Weather he can’t tell. They have years to set up in this place, but it’s typical of Abby that she would start right away, throw herself into her work without a second thought.

She looks tired.

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Patience - Derek Hale x Reader

As always, thanks to @julieanncupcake!

Request:  Can I request a Derek Hale imagine where the reader is very afraid of physical contact because of her anxiety, but as she and Derek become closer she lets him hug her and kiss her?

Warnings: Brief mentions of injuries, panic attacks and anxiety - I’m sorry if my depiction of anxiety isn’t accurate, I have no personal experience with it.

Pairing: Derek Hale x Female Reader

Derek Hale Masterlist

It was a known fact among the pack that (y/n) didn’t like to be touched as a result of her anxiety. A failed attempt at a hug when she’d first befriended them that had left her struggling to breathe as her vision went black quickly taught them not to attempt any form of physical contact.

But now, as Derek shielded her from the oncoming attack from Ennis, it was becoming harder for him not to hold her so his body would take the force of the blow. As they fell to the floor, his arms instinctively reached out for her, spinning them so he landed on his back while she was cushioned against him. He was quick to let her go, listening to her heartbeat to ensure it wasn’t reaching an alarming speed before apologising and rushing back into the fight. (Y/n) pulled in ragged breaths as the world in front of her faded in and out of clarity. Her eyes searched for something to focus on but everything was moving so rapidly that she became lost in the flow of swinging arms and pained shouts. Scrambling to her feet, she searched for a way out, knowing she wasn’t any use to the pack in the state she was in. She wasn’t even meant to be there, but she’d been too stubborn to listen to everyone’s advice.

Her feet carried her towards the exit of the warehouse they’d found themselves in. (Y/n) had almost reached the door when her feet were taken out from beneath her. Screaming in pain as jagged claws sunk into her calf, she turned around, coming face to face with Kali. The werewolf snickered, swiftly smashing (y/n)’s head against the floor before she’d even had a chance to defend herself. A strangled cried escaped her mouth as her vision faded to black.

(Y/n)’s head was throbbing as frantic voices buzzed around her. It took all her energy to open her eyes, the world around her blurring as the air seemed to be sucked out of her lungs. Derek’s concerned face appeared in front of her, his brow was deeply furrowed as his hands hovered around her head.

“I’m so sorry, (y/n). I was preoccupied with Ennis, I didn’t see her coming for you” She flinched away from his hand as it nearly came into contact with her shoulder. The movement sent a wave of pain through her body as her vision blurred at the edges.

“S’okay” Her words slurred as the floor tilted beneath her.

“(Y/n) we can’t leave you here like this, I’m going to have to move you” Fear trickled down her spine as she frantically shook her head.

“No, Derek. I can’t. I can’t” His heart cracked slightly as he listened to hers beat itself into a frenzy. He knew she would bleed out if they let her stay where she was and he also knew that with a head injury as bad as hers, there was no way she was walking out of the warehouse.

“I’m sorry, (y/n). You’re going to have to trust me” Her desperate shouts echoes around the building as he scooped her into his arms. He was careful to support her head as he followed Stiles towards the jeep. His steps were hurried as he tried to limit the amount of time he would have to hold her. She squirmed in his arms, her eyes squeezed shut as her breaths came in sharp pants. “(Y/n), look at me. C’mon, I need you to look at me”

Her entire being was trembling as she forced her eyes open. Their eyes met, his calm and strong while her pupils were wide with fear. “Just focus on me okay?”

She nodded her head weakly as she kept her eyes fixed on his, trying to get lost in different shades of green that flexed his irises to distract her from the way his body felt pressed against hers. Stiles wrenched the door of the jeep open, holding it open for Derek. Gently, he set her inside, hiding his pain as she used what little strength she had to scramble away from him. He knew it wasn’t her fault and that it wasn’t personal. (Y/n) pressed herself against the cool metal of the door, ignoring the way her body felt cold without Derek next to her. The boys jumped in the jeep before Stiles started up the car and speeded away from the warehouse.

Stiles’ eyes kept flickering to (y/n) in the rear view mirror. “She doesn’t look good Derek, we need to get her to hospital”

She started to shake in her seat at the thought of all of the different strangers that would have to touch her as they assessed her wounds. “No hospitals, please

If Derek wasn’t a werewolf, he would have missed her breathless plea. He turned around in his seat, his eyes widening as he took in her sickly appearance. “(Y/n), we have to. You need someone to check your head”

“M’fine” Knowing deep down that she really wasn’t fine and that the sharp pain prickling across her body wasn’t normal didn’t stop her mind from trying to gain control of the situation. Derek’s eyes searched hers, he was worried about what another panic attack could do to her already fragile body so he started searching for another solution.

“What about the clinic?” Shooting Stiles a look, he watched him nod as he turned the jeep in the direction of Deaton’s clinic. The lump in her throat wouldn’t let her speak, all she could do was nod her head weakly.

They settled into tense silence as Stiles broke almost every speed limit to get her to the clinic. Derek made a brief call to Scott, his words clipped as he told him where they were going. As the car pulled up outside, (y/n) tried to brace herself, knowing that Derek would have to carry her again. His eyes locked with hers as his arms reached for her. He rushed them into the clinic, stepping away from her once he’d set her on the table.

Deaton quickly got to work, wiping her head with an antiseptic wipe as he assessed the severity of her wound. (Y/n) focused on the window in front of her, the stars occupying her mind briefly before she felt the familiar sensation of panic flooding her stomach. Her head felt like lead as she tried to stay upright. Before she knew what she was doing, she reached her hand out to Derek. He was by her side in a second, asking her what she needed. Just like before, their eyes locked. The world seeming to come to a standpoint as she tried to name all of the different shades of green that made up his irises. Exhaustion pulled her eyes shut as Deaton continued to patch her up. Her head fell against Derek’s chest, shock running through the werewolf’s body as he stayed perfectly still. He let her rest, not touching her and simply letting her do whatever she needed to stay grounded.

Time passed slowly as Deaton worked, wrapping her head before moving to the claw marks on her leg. She cried out when Derek moved away from her to get out of the veterinarian’s way. He scrambled onto the table, letting her rest back against his chest. Confusion kept him wide awake despite the night stretching into the early hours of the morning. He wondered whether it was the adrenaline that was running through her body or the fear over what had happened that was making her crave physical comfort, maybe both. But he decided that he didn’t mind as long as he was helping her.

After several weeks of recovering, (y/n) was slowly starting to feel like herself again. With Derek’s help, she was gradually becoming more comfortable with physical contact. He’d asked her what had changed one night and she’d simply stated that he made her feel safe when the world was crumbling around her. Derek had smiled at that before tentatively entwining their fingers. He was slowly introducing her to more and more kinds of contact, always letting her pull away if she needed to. It was no surprise when they started to fall for one another. Derek was happy to be her protector while she brought light into his life and gave him a sense of purpose again.

They were sat cross legged on his bed, their entwined hands resting on the mattress between them. Her eyes flicked to his as she licked her lips nervously.

“What is it? Do you want me to stop?” She smiled softly, shaking her head. Taking comfort from his kind eyes, she willed herself to be brave.

“I want to try something” Derek titled his head adorably as his thumb brushed across the back of her hand.

“Okay,” She let go of his hands before leaning onto her knees. Tentatively, she caressed his face, in the weeks he’d been helping her, she’d become addicted to touching him and it was becoming harder to stop herself. His eyes followed her as she leant closer to him. It took her a few minutes to build up her courage as she tried to settle her heartbeat. Looking into his eyes and only finding love, she tipped her head, lightly pressing her lips against his. Derek’s eyes widened in surprise before he melted into her touch. Giving her space, he kept his hands planted on the mattress despite wanting to pull her closer. (Y/n) moved her mouth slightly, savouring the unfamiliar feeling of Derek’s lips pressed against hers. A smile graced her face as she pulled away. Derek was sat perfectly still, his eyes shut as he drew in a deep breath. Eventually, he opened his eyes, smiling widely when they met hers.

“Please feel free to try that again” A joyous laugh bubbled in her throat as she nodded her head before leaning forward and reconnecting their lips.

Prompt: This wasn’t meant to be a date, but we’ve had such a good time and now it’s 2 a.m. and I should really go home…

Pairing: T’Pura

Requested by @ussspocko, thank you for your patience! This got big! Haha! I had so many different ideas but then I realized this was perfect Fake Date/Academy AU fodder and I JUST couldn’t help myself. I don’t write these ladies as often as I should, so I hope it’s alright!

“I require your assistance.”

The words, at first, didn’t quite sink in. Nyota had been happily nursing her drink, her well-deserved reward after a long week. The music here was loud and predictable, the bartender chatty enough for company but busy enough to remove any social obligation, and it was as good a place as any to unwind. The ebb and flow of her Friday nights had become important to her– the few moments she really had to relax all to herself.

At least, most Fridays were like that. With the Vulcan woman sidling up next to her at the bar and her hurried plea for help, Nyota suspected this wasn’t going to be a typical night out.

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baker151910  asked:

"Hey Baker, you doing anything this Saturday?"

Ginny looks around, as if he were speaking to someone else, despite him having used her name.  Her ponytail whips across her shoulder, the movement causing its chaos.

“Me?” She asks, stalling for time, clarifying the question.

“You see anyone else named Baker around here?” He asks, a sly grin appearing on his face, eyes sparkling with the chase.  He’d asked her this question before, several times in fact.  And every single time she’d played it off like she was busy, using every excuse in the book.

“Not a good idea,” she tries to warn, glancing around at the other guys, garnering attention from a few, but all ducking their heads.

“Come on, I don’t bite,” he says with a wink.  “Unless you’re into that,” he goads, and her eyes narrow at the comment.

She can hear the intake of breath from several of her teammates, a few shaking their heads at what’s to come.

She steps closer, and his eyes alight with joy, the prey coming to him.

“You couldn’t handle this,” she threatens, attempting to joke, play nice, but they’re quickly bordering on misconduct, and she’s not afraid to put him in his place.

He raises his eyebrow in a dare.

“Try me,” he says.

His eyes growing wide as a firm hand lands on his shoulder, yanking him back with a heavy tug.

“What’s this?  You inviting the team to hang out on Saturday?” Mike asks with a slap on the back of the newest rookie.  “That is so nice, but you see, Baker here, she’s busy.”

“Is that so?” He says, never swiping the shit eating grin off his face.

“Yep.  She’s got plans already,” he says, throwing a look back at Ginny, who’s got her arms crossed, a glare pointed at the two of them.

She comes up, nudging Mike out of the way, making direct eye contact with the guy who never seemed to take no for an answer.

“I’m not interested.  Don’t ask me again,” her raspy voice reprimanding him like a small child, before turning to grab her things from her cubby around the corner.

She can’t hear what Mike threateningly whispers at him, but she hears the slap of his back as she stalks away, the guy unlikely to mess with her again.  She hopes.

“The nerve of that guy, I swear,” Mike says, waltzing into her space, and pulling up the chair across from where she’s standing.

“Yeah, the nerve,”her voice tinged with sarcasm.

“You’re welcome—” He tries to say with a grin like he’d done her a favor.

“Ass,” she responds, catching him completely off guard.

“Me?  I just—”

“Practically peed on him, marking your property…ME,” she frustratingly rasps at him.

“Whoa, no, that’s not—”

“That’s exactly what you did.  I don’t need you to help all the time,” she points at him, grabbing her bag and making her way out of the clubhouse.

She makes it all the way to the car until she realizes that the swift exit plan wouldn’t be the case at all.

Throwing down her bag, she slides down to the pavement, burying her head in her hands, her knees bent in frustration, hiding from the sun beating down on her.

It’s not until she feels her shoe being kicked, a large shadow covering her that she knows her ride has arrived.

“Get in,” he pleads, and she reluctantly stands, opening the door and throwing her bag into the back before situating herself in the passenger seat.

They’re only five minutes into the drive, silence eating away at them when he speaks.

“I know you don’t need me,” he says with a shrug, the plaid he’s wearing creating a dizzying pattern in its motion.  He glances over at her, the self-deprecation hidden behind his beard.

She lets out a heavy sigh.

“It’s not that I don’t need you,” she starts.  “I just…I can handle things on my own, you know?”

“I know,” he agrees.  Her abilities never questioned by him, except when it came to cooking, then he had his doubts.

“I can fight my own battles and whatever…” she says, pinching her bottom lip.

“I wasn’t trying to fight your battle for you, Gin,” he tries to explain.  “I was just…trying to fight next to you, like partners,” he says, holding back a grin.

“Like a couple,” she broaches, a shy smile playing on her lips.

“Yeah, Gin, like a couple.  I got your back, you got mine.  That’s how it works.  You know, like Bonnie and Clyde,” he says, his eyes stealing glances at her.

“More like Beauty and the Beast with that thing,” she says motioning to his beard.

“You do look good in blue and yellow, Beauty,” he says with a wink.

“You are so lame,” she teases, her hand finding its way to his forearm with a gentle squeeze.  The thought of a happily ever after not such a bad thing.

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anonymous asked:

I love love loooove your blog and that you love absurd ships too! Could I ask for some nsfw Kakashi where he and his female s/o are trying for a baby???

“Thank goodness, because honestly, I don’t think I can pull out last second any longer. It pains me.” Burying her face into Kakashi’s chest, ______ burst out laughing at the comment her husband had just made, making her go red in the cheeks. The woman had just finished explaining on what she thought would be the perfect next step in their lives, to bring them closer together. To finally start a family. And of course, his first response would be this.
“Ruin the mood why don’t you-” The corner of his lips tugged just slightly from behind his mask as she snuggled closer to him as the spring breeze wrapped around them.
“You know I am only half serious-” She rose an eyebrow at him, giving her husband that knowing look. “-99.9% serious.” Rolling her eyes, ______ released a soft chuckle. Such typical behaviour from the man whose hair defied gravity.
“I can’t believe I married you.” The woman joked, looking away with a half sided smile, only to be greeted with a gentle response from the ninja.
“Neither can I.” Gingerly, ______ massaged her lips across his masked jawline, giving him a bright smile of shimmering white diamonds.
“Alright… but if we do this, I want romance. Like- Candles; scented ones. Jasmine and lilies. And the curtains must be drawn for a romantic mood and atmosphere.” Before Kakashi could say anything, she held up a finger. “And no being rough. Be gentle and passionate, like Romeo and Juliet were.”
“I suppose I could do that.”
“Kakashi.” She firmly said, although her lips were breaking out into a smile. Yet her eyes remained serious. “Gentle. Soft. Romantic.”
“______.” He mocked the same seriousness she had just given him but all the while, he still leant down to her, pecking her lips whilst his mask was still on. He gave her a series of multiple short kisses until he finally gave her his answer. “You have my word.”

The sound of a vase shattering filled their house. Jagged breaths and gasps of urgency uttered to one another. The shinobi had rested her on top of the kitchen table which was once the podium for the very vase which now laid broken in dozens of pieces on the floor. Desperately they were ripping away articles of their clothing one by one in attempt to be rid of the barriers that prevented them from fucking like gorillas.
No candles. No romantic mood. But an atmosphere there indeed was. A tight, tense atmosphere that sucked the oxygen from their longs, making them breathless and lustful for each other.
“Kakashi~” ______ she moaned, his bare face between her breasts that he had hoped would one day become fuller to feed his future child. “That vase was expensive.”
“I’ll get you another.” He quickly dismissed, not even opening his eyes as his lips danced down her cleavage like a butterfly’s wings. His lips of velvet gave her body goosebumps and what didn’t help was the low and raspy tone that encrypted his voice. After having removed her bra so many times before in the past, Kakashi was able to unclip and strip it from her shoulders in one swift movement. All because he found that the faster he did this – the more her breasts would bounce, which was a sight that made the feeling in his crotch intensify.
Before he could suckle his prize, the special lady herself removed his navy jumper like she had done with his flak jacket beforehand. An eye for an eye. He did not wait even half a second before he dove back to her cleavage, kissing over her blessed hills, memorizing each smooth and delicate part there was. Usually the copycat ninja was a patient man, but in this instance, he was not and thus he scooped his hands underneath her thighs to lift her up. Half dazed by sucking on her nipple, he aimed to press her up against the wall but that was not what ended up happening. Blinded by his educated lust, he slammed her against the wall in the hallway, so hard that the portrait next to ______’s head fell down to the ground, cracking the glass. Her breathing hitched in her throat, both from the portrait and how hard he was sucking at her nipple, making her abdomen clench in anticipation. “Kakashi!” Her right hand went to the back of his head, intertwining her fingers in those beautiful silver locks he had. The way she had rolled her hips in that moment, it made him press his pelvis against her core harder to help the ache momentarily. “That was vintage…”
“You never liked that portrait.” He quickly countered, bringing his index and middle finger to his lips, sucking on them so they were coated with his saliva and bringing them to her underwear. He rubbed his fingers along her slit hard, making sure that the friction of her underwear, puppeteered by his fingers, would make her squirm. And she did just that and more. She almost did a somersault out of his arms, but only by pressing his weight against her was she unable to leap from him.
“You know me so well.” She stated through gritted teeth, referring to the portrait that had just been vandalized by its owners. Bringing her hands to his cheeks, she connected their lips as he unzipped his pants, pulling them down enough so he could allow his manhood to be released. The cool air of the hallway wrapped around him and he hissed into the kiss, frowning. With one hand, he kept his wife up against the wall and with the other, he pulled her underwear off, thankfully with ease. As he rubbed against her, sliding his cock’s head over the hood of her clit, rolling his hips in time with hers, ______ looked over to the front door, remembering that anyone could easily just walk in at any time. In addition, it was one of those doors where the top half was that misty glazed glass, making it hard for the seer to peer into the house. But visible enough to see the first metre or so of the house. “The door-” She almost choked, sweat beginning to form over her chest. “Someone could easily-” Her sentence was interrupted by her man pulling her away from the wall, only to slam her gently against the door. The very action allowed him to slide the tip of his cock into her with ease.
“Let them see.” He groaned, parting his lips to lightly pant, pushing more and more of his length into her. More goosebumps appeared on his wife’s skin, especially when she heard his sigh of completion that his cock was now caved by her warm walls, oozing with hot pre-cum. If anyone were to come up to the door now, they would see the bare back of ______ ________ and Kakashi Hatake’s forehead pressed against the glass whilst the sounds of banging would soon follow.
“Oh my God… Oh my God… Oh my God…” For every thrust, her breathing would be interrupted making her feel light headed yet blissful. It didn’t help that her pussy felt more sensitive than usual because she had just finished her period and therefore it had been longing for dick for quite some time now. Her pussy clenched around him, like the very thing itself was begging for Kakashi not to stop pounding it. “It f-feels so gooood…” And that was when the realisation came to her that this time, Kakashi would be able to finally unleash his load inside her, painting the very walls that tightened around him. Her pussy twitched at this thought, wanting to milk him faster than ever.
“Fuck…” He cursed in her ear, noticing that she was getting tighter, indicating she was nearing her orgasm already. Yet this boasted his ego, for it meant he did not have to hold back for much longer. He turned his head to her, giving her the only romance she would experience in that moment; which was his beautiful side smile that dripped with charm. “Are you ready, my love?” Melting at his expression, she nodded with a bashful smile, turning towards her shoulder.
“Mhm.” It was the cutest noise she had ever made and was the very trigger for him. Pressing his hand against the glass of the door, Kakashi pushed his cock into her a couple more times, each one being hard and rough and it was on the second thrust that his cum finally shot inside of her. But he did not stop thrusting. He banged against her until he was certain that every last ounce of him had been released into her, causing her hips to spasm a couple of times. She was close to almost pulling his hair out, but their climaxes numbed that pain. Loudly she had whimpered, hoping that her pussy would show her mercy and finally let go of his cock so she could relax and give her voice a rest. Finally, the mercy was shown and ______’s head met Kakashi’s shoulder, almost heaving for air. Any other man would have collapsed from the intensity, but not Kakashi. The sweat glistened over his bulging muscles and when he felt comfortable enough to remove himself from her, he gently let her back onto her feet. But she did not have the strength to stand which resulted in him having to get to his knees to catch her.
And they both breathlessly chuckled.

One thing the pair had learned that one late afternoon…
Candles don’t do shit.

Originally posted by sarapyon


Summary: On a late night wander, Bucky hears a song from the past

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: 645
Warnings: None

A/N: Yeah it’s my first time putting writing out into the world…comments and feedback are always appreciated!


Originally posted by lalgibi

The night was warm for early May, an unexpected gift tucked into a cold and dreary spring. For a city that never sleeps, it was strangely quiet, the ever-present cacophony having melted into the velvety black of deep night.

Head down, hands tucked deep in his pockets, Bucky Barnes walked slowly down a familiar side street. His mind wandered down alleys and avenues he’d rather forget, and he accepted he wouldn’t find sleep tonight. Insomnia was a common occurrence for him, it always had been. Before the war, he would roam the streets of Brooklyn, the darkness a comforting cover to the dilapidated buildings that made up his neighbourhood. He would walk until his feet hurt, until the dense black turned to hazy grey, welcoming colour back into the world.

The old brownstones rose up around him, the bricks wet from an earlier rainstorm, and smelling faintly of sunshine and ageing clay. Pausing next to a dark, weathered old bench, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cigarette and vintage lighter. With a practised hand, he flicked the lid and struck the coils, a steady flame appearing. He slipped the cigarette between his lips, and cocked his head forward, touching the end to the fire, inhaling deeply, letting the nicotine flow into his system. He really should quit smoking, he thought ruefully.

Another day, perhaps. One when his heart wasn’t trying desperately to stitch itself back together.

There it was. A soft light blossomed in the apartment across the street, and in the silence, he heard the faint sound of piano keys. A sheer curtain covered an open window, fluttering gently in the soft breeze, and he saw the outline of a woman sitting in front of a small upright piano. Her fingers trailed across the keys, striking a chord here and there, while the rich sounds carried quietly but clearly through the night. Bucky sank slowly onto the bench, waiting.

There was a pause, and then an achingly familiar melody drifted from the window, one from another life.

“You must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh…the fundamental things apply, as time goes by.”

He could see her shadow swaying gently to the music, shifting her shoulders to follow the movement of her fingers as they danced across the keys. Bucky took another drag, the cherry burning bright red, slowly exhaling as he whispered the words to accompany her song.

“Moonlight and love songs never out of date. Hearts full of passion, jealousy, and hate. Woman needs man, and man must have his mate, that no one can deny.”

He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his eyes never leaving the window. He could feel the prick of tears and he blinked them away. He remembered the first time he heard this song, at a smoky jazz club in 1939 Manhattan. He remembered the last time he heard this song, the pure notes floating up from this same piano.

“It’s still the same old story, a fight for love and glory, a case of do or die. The world will always welcome lovers…as time goes by.”

The final chord vibrated in the air. He dropped the cigarette, grinding it out with the heel of his boot. If it was a fight for love and glory, then he was all in. With one last glance at her window, he squared his shoulders and turned toward home. He could win her back.

Wings and Horns (Katlaska) ~ Mistress

A/N: remember when i had original ideas? Me neither. this is based off of this prompt. Though I did take the idea a little further. Characters are of junior college age and are cis women in this fic. Let me know if i should continue, i have an outline but i havent written anything beyond this point. 4k.

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anonymous asked:

Idk if you're taking prompts still but..... Would you be up for writing something where Kimberly patches Trini up after the battle because Trini is still all bruised from Rita's attack that night and she had the deep scratch along her collarbone. Just like hurt/comfort or angst and fluff or whatever idk you're the writer

^^sorry this took so long. State testing is a bitch. Hope this is fulfilling for what you wanted.

Trini knew that her back would be killing her for the next few days when the puddy knocked her to the ground. She could feel the old bruises Rita left her aching in pain. She got back up and started punching left and right. Knocking puddy after puddy to the ground. Soon enough it was just her and the rangers standing in a rock filled cliff edge.

“Alright. Alpha bring us home.”

“Right away Master Zach.” Her world filled with a flash of bright yellow as her surrounding changed. Once back in the ship the rangers de-morphed. Zach was sporting a nasty black eye while Billy’s nose was almost facing the wrong way. Jason’s knuckles were black and purple from his suit almost crapping out on him when he sustained the worst of a blow. The ships med bay could handle 2 ranger at a time since alpha was the only one who knew how to work everything.

“Jason and Billy, you guys go first this time.” Kimberly said as she rubbed her neck. Jason looked like he was going to fight the decision, but Kim stared him down so he just followed Jason. The whole team knew better than to argue with her when she was in ‘mom’ mode. “Zach Taylor, where do you think you’re going?” She asked as the ranger tried and failed to sneak out unnoticed.

“Home. I still have the meds Alpha gave me for my last black eye. I’m fine Kimmy. See you guys tomorrow.” Once the black ranger had left the ship Kimberly turned her attention to her girlfriend.

She was beautiful as ever standing their in the control room. Her tight yellow shirt leaving nothing to Kimberly’s imagination. Her tan and trimmed arms, the long curve of her neck, the bright red spreading across her chest, the toned shoulders- bright red. Blood. Kimberly crossed the control room and began to take Trini’s shirt off.

“Kim I know I’m a hot product and I’m one of those amazing hot rangers that saves the day-” Since Trini wasn’t helping any Kim ripped open her shirt. “Holy shit kim. Please what the hell?! Oh. Oh. That’s why my neck hurts.”

Her old cut from Rita was open and clearly inflamed. Blood flowed from her neck and didn’t show much sign of stopping. Kim ripped her own shirt and pressed the cloth down onto her neck. Kim easily picked up Trini and walked into the med bay. Jason now stood to the side of Billy’s bed. Once he saw Trini he picked up her legs.

“Alpha. Trini. Now.” He said with the full force of the red ranger behind it. Trini was finally patched up and fully ready to leave a few hours later. Kimberly and Trini left together that night. They slept over at Kim’s somehow squeezed into a twin bed together. Kim kissed around the gauze all night and for the next few days. Everyone was wary of Trini’s side for the next few days. Zach grabbed her by the side of the neck one training and when she winced in pain during the whole process.

Kim was by her side in a moment and threw Zach over her shoulder in one swift movement. “Damn pink. Remind me to not hurt Trini ever again.”

The Fashion Consultant II

M'not really sure what to name these at the moment, but I will most likely be editing the titles in the near future…

There’s a first part to this, so if you haven’t, have a read at that before reading this one? S'up to you!(: 

(Part One)

All of a sudden Y/N becomes aware and self-conscious because Harry is standing right in front of her, as handsome as ever in a jumper and a pair of grey sweats, looking at her with one of the most adorable grins she’s ever seen. And then there’s Y/N in a beige wooly and black shorts, a blanket draped around her shoulders and dragging on the floor, not able to decide whether she’s hot or cold. She’s been running a fever since late last night, going from chills all over from being cold, to feeling clammy from sudden hotness, so she’ll be in a jumper one minute and a tank top the next. She’s sure her hair is a mess from so much twisting and turning she’s been doing in bed(or the sofa) unable to get comfortable enough to fall asleep in hopes of getting rest to feel better. And she thanks the heavens that her runny nose is under control, she reckons the worst thing when sick is having to blow your nose every five seconds.

All thoughts aside, she finally manages to whisper a hoarse ‘come in’ before she’s stepping aside so he can make his way inside.

Harry likes the smell of her apartment, he can’t really describe what it smells like, but he likes it. So he looks around for a bit, noticing a coffee table littered with tissues and empty bottles of water, a pile of what he can only assume are sweaters on a rocking chair in the corner of the room, and the sofa pillows scattered around the floor.

She motions for him to take his shoes off, which he does, and makes her way to the sitting room where she hurries to rearrange the sofa cushions and set the pillows back on it, “sorry for the mess, was trying to find a comfy way to sleep on the sofa,” and she hopes she’s got enough strength in her voice to be heard, “wasn’t expecting company either.”

Harry observes as she scurries around to pick up the best she can, tissues and bottles in the bin, the blanket slowly falling down her shoulders with each movement.

“No no, s’okay. Jus’ sit down, know you must be feeling awful.” Out of instinct, Harry grabs at her wrist, the contact making them both freeze for a mere second.

But he offers her a smile before letting go and setting the container on the coffee table as they both sit down, Y/N immediately bringing her knees up to her chest.

And neither know whether this is awkward or not, because before today, they had never said a single word to each other, so having Harry show up out of absolutely no where certainly has Y/N confused.

“Bit cold innit?” And it’s not so much that Harry’s cold, but that he can tell Y/N is by how she wraps the blanket tighter around herself.

“I’ll probably get hot in a bit, just give it a minute.” And they both chuckle.

“Oh, here-” he reaches forward to take the lid off the container, “chicken noodle soup, best kind for sick days.” And Harry’s not sure whether to tell her he made it himself, because maybe she’d find it weird that he’d made it when they don’t even really know each other.

But boy is Y/N grateful. Hasn’t been able to hold down any solid food, everything seems to make her nauseous, and she’s real hungry, so without a word she gets up to retrieve a spoon from the kitchen.

Harry thinks she isn’t coming back when she gets up and disappears into the next room, but he sighs a breathe of relief when she comes back with a spoon in hand, looking down at him with a soft smile before sitting back down and extending her hands out to grab the container.

He watches her sip the warm liquid to test the temperature before spooning out a full spoon of it and humming as she chews it, her eyes closing in content, all the while he plays with his rings. This has him smiling for obvious reasons, because she’s sat down next to him, enjoying a bowl of soup he made her without questioning his intentions.

She offers him some in the process, but he declines with a nod of the head, and before he knows it she’s bringing the container up to her lips to drink up the last drops and setting it back down on the coffee table.

“Thank you so much Harry, best I’ve tasted.”

“Y’welcome, love. Feeling betta’?”

Y/N readjusts herself, legs still propped on the sofa, but now she’s facing Harry.

“Liddol, yeah.”

They’re silent for a bit until Y/N offers Harry a glass of water, which he politely declines, so she asks him what’s she’s been thinking of since she opened the door and saw him standing there.

“Aneurin mentioned somethin’ about you being sick, thought I’d check up on you.” What else is he supposed to say? ‘I was worried sick, so I asked around and got your address, made you some soup and now here I am’? He thinks that’ll certainly paint him as a creep.

Y/N nods understandingly, unable to figure out why if he’d never shown interest in getting to know her, but she decides not to get too hung up on that, she’s just rather glad he’s here because she doesn’t feel as lonely, and the soup really does make her feel just a tad better.

“Umm…well…I should get goin’ then. Leave you t’ rest up.” He’s just about to get up when he feels Y/N’s hand on his.

“No! Umm…you can stay for a bit longer?” She’s quite sheepish with the question, her body sinking into the sofa a bit because she doesn’t know if that might’ve been too straight forward, but Harry only has to take a single look at her before he’s sitting back down, his fingers intertwined, thumbnail picking at the skin of his knuckle.

Soon they’re both settled into the sofa, watching an episode of Scrubs because they both really think it’s a funny show. Halfway through the third episode, the show becomes background noise to their conversation.

Harry learns Y/N’s in town temporarily until shooting for the film is done, which doesn’t leave much time now that he thinks about it. Y/N asks if there’s a big difference between how it feels to be away on tour compared to being away to film a movie. All in all, they have a nice talk about random things, and Harry begins to notice he’s becoming quite smitten. Eventually, Y/N manages to end up with her head on Harry’s shoulder, and he knows he should probably tell her to go to bed when she first yawns, but he remembers her telling him how she’s been trying real hard to get comfortable to sleep some, but she’s hasn’t been able to. So instead he readjusts himself to lay down on the sofa, his head on the armrest and one leg stretched, so she’s on top of him now, her head resting on his chest, most of the pillows on the floor again. This doesn’t seem to perturb her any though, seeing as how she lets him move her around without a hint of a fuss.

And somehow, Harry ends up falling asleep to the sound of her breathing, his hand rubbing circles on her back stopping before his eyes shut completely.


9:57 P.M

When Y/N wakes up, she’s in a complete daze, trying to pin point exactly at what time she began to doze off, but when she hears a light wheezing emitting for the body under her, she can’t help but look up at Harry. His mouth’s just a bit agape, his arms loose around her torso, the way his body moves with every breath moving hers along with his. And he looks so peaceful, innocent, without a worry in the world. So she rests her chin on his chest, just watching him as he sleeps, the corner of her lips pulling upward when Harry scrunches his nose.

She thinks she must have got so caught up in studying every freckle and wrinkle and blemish that she doesn’t notice when Harry peeks an eye open down at her, catching her looking at his lips only to have her blush shamelessly and turn he face to rest her cheek on his chest instead, a smirk finding its way to Harry’s lips.

He shuts his eyes again, “s’okay, you’re nice to look at, too,” he whispers, causing her to look back up at him for a second before she’s pressing her palms to his chest and pushing herself up, only for Harry to elicit a small whine.

Harry looks at the hem of her wooly rise up to expose a patch of skin of tummy as she outstretches her arms upward, yawning.

She decides to ignore his comment, not coherent enough to find a response that won’t make her look like a complete dolt. “Thanks for staying.” And she looks down at him with doe eyes, making him wish he could see her like this more often.

“No problem, love. M’glad you were able to get some sleep.”

And she sits there, looking down at him and smiling like a fool.

“Should probably get going. I gotta be up early to catch the train. And I want you to get home safe,” she’s doing her best to get up from the sofa without tipping over, which she fails miserably but Harry’s manages to steady her before she topples.

“You’re rather clumsy aren’t ye’?” Harry chuckles. Of course she is, and she thinks he knows this already.

“Just a bit,” she nods in embarrassment, pulling the hem of her wooly down before leading the way to the door.

“You take the train t’work?” He’s slipping on his shoes, pulling at the laces to tighten them.

“Mhm, how else would I get there silly?”

Honestly, Harry doesn’t even think about it twice before he’s offering to pick her up, tells her it’s on his way there anyway, but Y/N doesn’t want to bother him any. And Harry knows just what she’s thinking and assures her that it’s no bother, he likes the company when he’s driving. So she hesitantly accepts, thanking him loads before she opens the door for him.

With a lingering hug and a kiss to the cheek, Harry makes his way to his car, eager for tomorrow and content that he’ll be getting to spend more time with Y/N.

(Part Three)