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The Towel Story

Originally posted by awwsehun

Member: Exo Sehun

Type: Fluff/Smut

“The only way I will ever sit in his car is if I’m using it to run him over,” you snapped, pushing Kyungsoo’s hand off your shoulder and picking up your suitcase, wincing at the weight before starting down the stairs. Maybe you had over packed, but you didn’t want to risk running out of clothes, especially in a place so secluded.

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Prompt: Date Night!

It’s Fanfic Sunday! (Monday whoops, ran a little late because I got carried away with the writing) Prompt is Formal Event + aquarium date, suggested by an anon and the discord chat! <3 Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy the read! Will try to do the other prompts next time! Read it under read more!

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Dead Girl Walking (Connor Murphy X Reader)

WC: 2066

Warnings: Steamy content (well, the title gives that away)

Summary: Connor and Y/N get cast as JD and Veronica in their college production of Heathers. This doesn’t help the crush Y/N has been harbouring on Connor since freshman year of high school.

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb @ahhhhamilton

A/N: Here it is!! This was partially inspired by some requests I got for this, and partially inspired by my Heathers!AU with @memeing-through-a-window

“Hello everyone! To those of you who do not take drama as a class, I am Mr Reyes. I will be directing this production.” Mr Reyes said, and there was a spattering of applause across the auditorium.

“Now, I’m sure you’re all dying to find out your roles in our upcoming production of Heathers. Here we go.” Mr Reyes said, and everyone inhaled sharply.

I crossed my fingers and looked over at my best friend Zoe, her eyes shut tightly in anticipation.

“In the role of Martha Dunnstock, Alana Beck.” Mr Reyes said and we all clapped politely, looking at Alana who was smiling brightly.

“The role of Kurt Kelly goes to Jake Dillinger, and Ram Sweeney goes to Richard Goranski.” A celebratory whoop came from a few rows back, and I chuckled at the boys’ reaction.

“The roles of Mr Kelly and Mr Sweeney will go to Michael Mell and Jeremy Heere.” I smirked slightly, knowing that Mr Reyes was slightly sneaky with his casting of those roles.

“Mr and Mrs Sawyer will be played by Chloe Valentine and Brooke Lohst.” I clapped softly, glancing over at the pair.

“And now, onto the Heathers themselves. Due to the lack of women interested in this production, we have had to give some of our Heathers to the men.” Mr Reyes said, and I snorted, drawing some attention.

“Heather McNamara will be played by Evan Hansen, and Heather Duke will be played by Jared Kleinman. Heather Chandler, our only female Heather, will be played by Zoe Murphy.” Mr Reyes said, and I squeezed Zoe’s hand.

She was smiling widely, and I knew she was going to crush it as Heather Chandler.

“The lovely Christine Canigula will be playing Ms Fleming.” Christine beamed at Mr Reyes, and I felt very happy for her.

“This leaves our two leading roles. Jason Dean will be played by Connor Murphy, and Veronica Sawyer goes to Y/N Y/L/N! Congratulations to you all.” Mr Reyes said, and I looked over at Connor, my eyes wide.

I’d been crushing on Connor since freshman year of high school, and here we are, freshman year of college, and those feelings haven’t gone away.

“Now, rehearsals will start next Wednesday, so be ready. The original cast recording is somewhere online, so listen to it. That’s all.” Mr Reyes said, ushering us out of the auditorium.

As soon as we were out the double doors, I was bombarded with various congratulations.

“You’re so lucky, oh my god.” Zoe said, wrapping me in a side hug. I felt my cheeks go pink, and I smiled gratefully at her.

“Thanks. I do, however, have to have fake sex with your brother onstage. You know how I feel about him, Zo.” I said and Zoe cackled, throwing her head back.

“Well, let’s just say things might end up working out for you two.” She said, winking at me. My cheeks went a brighter pink, and I went to say something, but was interrupted by someone coughing.

I whirled around to see Connor standing there, his hair partially covering his face.

“Hey Y/N. Can I talk to you for a sec?” Connor asked and I nodded, glancing back briefly at Zoe.

Connor shot me a half smile, and walked away. I trailed behind him, jogging slightly.

“So, what’s up?” I asked, catching my breath a little. Connor rocked back and forth on his heels, and I frowned slightly.

“Well, I was just wondering, seeing as we’re going to be spending a lot of time together onstage and in rehearsals, if maybe you wanted to go grab some lunch with me?” Connor asked, wringing his hands together.

My cheeks went a bright shade of pink, and I nodded eagerly. “Absolutely. I mean, yeah, of course.” I said, realising I was probably coming on too strong.

“Awesome. I’ll, uh, meet you here at 12. Today.” Connor said and I smiled brightly at him.
“Bye Y/N.” He said, and I waved him off.

“Bye Connor.”


“You guys are coming along incredibly. Everyone except Y/N and Connor can go.” Mr Reyes said, and I glanced over at Connor awkwardly.

Everyone else trailed out of the auditorium, until it was just Connor, Mr Reyes and I left.

“Now, I thought you two would appreciate not having everyone else in the room for this next song.” Mr Reyes said and I gulped, looking at Connor with wide eyes.

“I think you two both know which song I’m talking about. We won’t go through the full choreography just yet, but we still need to start rehearsing it.” Mr Reyes said, patting the both of us on the shoulder.

I took in a deep breath and walked up onto the stage, fidgeting with my blazer. I wasn’t in my proper costume, but I was wearing an outfit that resembled my costume.

“From the top, you two.” Mr Reyes said, pressing play on the music. It started playing and I bit my lip.

“The demon queen of high school has decreed it. She says Monday eight am, I’ll be deleted.” I sang, glancing over at Connor briefly.

“They’ll hunt me down in study hall. Stuff and mount me on the wall. Thirty hours to live, how shall I spend them?” I sang, walking forward a little.

“I don’t have to stay and die like cattle. I could change my name and ride up to Seattle. But I don’t own a motorbike.” I looked up at Connor, who was now lying down on the raised platform.

“Wait. Here’s an option that I like. Spend these thirty hours getting freaky! I need it hard, I’m a dead girl walking. I’m in your yard, I’m a dead girl walking.” I sang, walking up the platform stairs.

“Before they punch my clock, I’m snapping off your window lock. Got no time to knock, I’m a dead girl walking.” I sang, standing in front of Connor, who was now on his feet.

“Veronica. What are you doing in my room?” Connor asked, and I shushed him, waving my hand about wildly. Mr Reyes chuckled, and I took in a deep breath.

“Sorry, but I really had to wake you. See, I’ve decided I must ride you till I break you.” Connor’s eyes widened at this line, and Mr Reyes’ laughter increased.

“Heather says I gots to go, you’re my last meal on death row. Shut your mouth, and lose them tightie whities. C'mon!” I sang, undoing my blazer.

“Tonight I’m yours, I’m your dead girl walking. Get on all fours, kiss this dead girl walking.” I said, shoving Connor down by his shoulders.

“Let’s go, you know the drill. I’m hot, and pissed, and on the pill. Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking.” I sang, trying to keep my voice even as Connor’s hands crept up near the hem of my skirt.

I crouched down, looking Connor in the eye. I noticed that one of his eyes was coloured differently, and I felt my heart lurch.

“And you know, you know, you know. It’s cause you’re beautiful. You say you’re numb inside, but I can’t agree.” I sang, putting my hands on Connor’s chest.

His chest was surprisingly firm, and his face was rapidly reddening. “So the world’s unfair. Keep it locked out there. In here it’s beautiful. Let’s make this beautiful.”

“That works for me.” I pressed my lips to Connor’s, and kissed him with fervour. He kissed back eagerly, and I pulled off my blazer, still keeping our lips together.

I pulled off his shirt, and I let out a gasp at the sight of his bare chest. I pulled away from the kiss, and noticed Connor’s eyes cloud with something dark.

I pushed him down so he was on his back, and I was straddling him, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

I started kissing his neck and moved my lips further down his chest, kissing furiously.

“Yeah! Full steam ahead, take this dead girl walking.” I sang, reluctantly pulling away from Connor.

“How’d you find my address?” Connor sang, sitting up slightly.

“Let’s break the bed, rock this dead girl walking!” I sang, throwing my arms up in the air.

“I think we tore my mattress.” Connor sang, glancing towards the ground.

“No sleep tonight for you. Better chug that Mountain Dew.” I sang, getting a good look at Connor. His eyes wide, his cheeks flushed and his hair mused.

“Okay, okay.” He sang quietly, earning a chuckle from Mr Reyes.

“Get your ass in gear. Make this whole town disappear.”

“Okay, okay.” Connor sang, his voice stronger this time.

“Slap me.” Connor stage slapped me at this line, and my cheek tingled at the contact.

“Pull my hair.” Connor tugged my head back by my hair, and tangled his fingers in my hair.

“Touch me there, and there, and there.” My breath hitched as Connor’s hands roamed over my ass and breasts.

“No more talking. Love this dead girl walking.” I sang, hitting the high note with ease. Connor sang his part with ease, and I drank in the sight of him beneath me.

“Love this dead girl! Yeah, yeah, yeah!” We both sang together, our bodies harmonising perfectly.

“Ow!” Connor said, grimacing slightly.

“Yeah!” We both sang, and I was surprised at how well Connor could sing. The music concluded, and we were both panting.

Mr Reyes applauded, and I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. “Very well done, you two! You have excellent chemistry, I must say.” Mr Reyes said, as I awkwardly clambered off Connor.

We picked up our clothes and pulled them back on, smiling as we walked off the stage.

“I’ll see you at Friday’s rehearsal. I can’t stress how good that performance was, especially for a rehearsal.” Mr Reyes said as we left the auditorium.

The doors slammed shut behind us, and the air became thick with awkwardness. “I, uh.” I stammered, my cheeks burning.

“I’ll, um, see you on Friday.” Connor muttered, walking away quickly staring at the ground as he did.


“Opening night, people! I just wanted to congratulate you all on your work over the past couple of months, so, congratulations!” Mr Reyes said, applauding us.

I fidgeted anxiously with my costume, the indigo scarf I was wearing seeming to weigh a ton.

“Hey, Y/N, you ok?” Connor asked, and I turned on my heel to face him. The dark costume of JD suited him perfectly, and I felt seriously attracted to him.

“I’m really nervous. What if I screw up? What if I can’t hit one of the high notes? Ugh.” I said, running a hand through my hair.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Connor said, placing his hands gently on my shoulders. I looked up at him, noticing the stage makeup that accented his already beautiful features.

“You are going to knock this out of the park. Your voice is absolutely stunning, and I have the utmost faith in you and your abilities.” Connor said, moving his hands from my shoulders to my cheeks.

I felt my cheeks flush, and I noticed Connor’s cheeks were a similar colour. “Thanks.” I muttered, looking right into Connor’s eyes.

He rubbed circles on my cheek with his thumb, and I took in a deep breath. I leaned forward and connected my lips with Connor’s.

His eyes widened briefly, but he closed them quickly, kissing back eagerly. I tangled my hands in Connor’s hair, tugging on it gently.

He let out a groan, and he moved his hands to my waist, pulling me closer to him. Suddenly we heard a cough and pulled apart, turning to see where the cough had come from.

We saw Zoe standing there in full costume, a smirk wide on her face. “God, Veronica, drool much?” She said and I snorted, glancing up at Connor.

“It’s not like I’m throwing my panties at him, Heather.” I said, and I noticed Connor freeze momentarily.

“Oh, but you will be soon enough.” Zoe said, winking at the two of us. She walked off with a perfected strut, and I let out a sigh.

“She’s the worst.” Connor muttered and I chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“She’s not that bad, Con.” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“My god, I love you so much.”

Baby Sister

Summary: The reader is a year younger than her brother, Steve Harrington. She has been sneaking out to see Billy and Steve finds out. A little bit of Billy fluff as well….

Author’s Note: These boys I SWEAR. I’ve seen a request to do a part two, so let me know if that’s something you’d like. xxxx

Originally posted by hcrringrcve

I stood in front of my mirror, putting my face on for the night. See, Billy Hargrove had somehow gotten me to fall in love with him. I don’t know how. The guy could be a real prick. Which was precisely why I was plotting to sneak out tonight. A knock on my door made me jump,

“Hold on a sec!” I yelled, placing my tube of lipstick down on my vanity. I prayed that my brother wouldn’t open the door. He would ask questions if he saw me all dressed up. We had helped each other sneak out before. He wanted to make sure that he knew where I was, just in case. But this time, there was no way in hell I could tell him where I was going.

         “Just me. Going to bed!” Steve hollered, “Don’t be blasting that shit you listen to all night.”

        “Night, jackass!” I retorted, letting out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

I wrestled on my jeans, the ones that made my ass look phenomenal. I tugged on my leather jacket over it just as there was a slam of a car door outside. I slipped my boots on before peering out my window. The dull glow of a lit cigarette under my window told me he was here. I turned out the lights, snagging my purse before flinging my window open. I wriggled out onto the roof, using extra caution not to tumble off onto my ass. Like I did the last time… Which I will never hear the end of.

I scooted on my butt, closing the window behind me. I slid off the gutters and into the arms of the boy below. He caught me around the waist, urgently pressing his lips to mine.

        “You stuck your landing.” He applauded.

I hummed against his lips, tugging back slightly, he followed me though.

        “Okay! Stop! Steve’s still awake!” I hissed between kisses, glancing up at his bedroom window to see the light on.

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This is a second part of my fic about Mike and his dad that I posted a few days ago, you can find the first part in my writing tag (allie writes). I’m thinking about writing a third part with a bit of a Mike and Hopper bonding too. Anyway, enjoy!

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Ted Wheeler left on the day of his son’s fifteenth birthday.

It was a warm Saturday, June evening. The whole party, Steve, Nancy and Jonathan, gathered in the basement, with the exception of El, who was yet to come.

‘Okay, so you guys are going to teach me that nerdy game of yours today, right? ’ Steve asked, throwing a chips into his mouth, and focusing very hard on pushing away the remains of hurt he felt when he looked at Nancy and Jonathan.

'Its a very serious board game! If you’re going to be a part of the party, you need to take it seriously!’ exclaimed Mike, deeply offended.

'Whatever you said, birthday boy. ’ said Steve, raising his hands defensively. As soon as he said it, the doorbell rang and Mike jumped up, nearly knocking the D&D table over.

'I… Uh… I’ll just…’ he stammered, trying to smooth down his button-up navy blue shirt his mom made him wear.

'Just go already, Romeo!’ Dustin grinned.

Mike rolled his eyes and nearly ran up the stairs. He approached the front door and took a deep breath. He felt ridiculous, still feeling this way everytime he was about to see her, but he couldn’t help it.

The door opened and Mike thought he must have looked even more ridiculous than he felt.

El was wearing a black 'The Clash’ t-shirt she got from Will and Jonathan for her fourteenth birthday, tucked into a dark red knee-length skirt. Her curly hair that reached her shoulders now were neatly braided on one side, leaving the rest of the hair wild. She was smiling softly, looking up at him with her doe eyes.

He forgot to breathe for a moment.

'El. ’ he said breathlessly, feeling a stupid grin grow on his face.

Hopper, who was standing next to her, holding a big package, cleared his throat. Mike looked at him, blinking.

'Uh, hi Hopper. ’

'Hi kid. ’ Jim grinned slightly, shaking his head at the teenager. 'Happy birthday.’

He handed Mike the package. The boy took it, and huffed. It was surprisingly heavy.

'What’s that? ’

'How about you find out and chief comes in for a coffee and a piece of cake? ’ said Karen, who appeared in the doorway.

'I should get going Karen, I’m on a diet, and I have… ’

'Joyce’s here too. ’

Jim scratched his head. El shot him a knowing look, nudging him with her elbow.

'I guess a piece of cake won’t hurt. ’ he grumbled and followed Karen to the living room shooting a warning look at Mike, but smiling lightly at the same time.

'Happy birthday. ’ said El, standing on her tiptoes and kissing his cheek, her lips lingering on his warm skin for a few seconds. Her hands rested on his arms, fingers gripping his shirt lightly. 'And stop growing.’ she huffed.

He chuckled lightly, kissing the tip of her nose, which she scrunched up adorably.

'Open your present. ’

He kneeled down and lifted the lid of the box, looking inside.

'No shit!’

'Michael!’ his mother reprimanded from the living room, but Mike just looked up at El.

'This is so cool!’

Inside there was a brand new brown typing machine.

'So you can write your stories.’ El said shyly. 'Is it like the one you wanted?’

He didn’t respond. Instead, he stood up and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. Due to the growth spurt he experienced during last year, her face was buried in his chest, but at times like that she didn’t mind the height difference at all.

'Thank you. ’ he breathed.

'You guys coming or are you going to suck face here all night?’ Dustin’s voice interrupted, as their impatient friend came up from the basement. 'You look totally bitchin’, El. ’ he added, grinning at her. She grinned back, pulling back from Mike, who made a face at Dustin and grabbed the box.

'I, uh… I’ll be right back, okay? I’ll just take this to my room. ’ Mike said. 'You guys go ahead. ’

El glanced at him, sensing that he was a little uneasy, but decided to talk to him about it later, and went down with Dustin.

Mike carried the box to his room, and then entered the living room.

'Mom… Did dad call, or something? ’ he muttered awkwardly, trying to avoid looking at Joyce and Hopper. 'I mean… He stayed in work longer, right?’

Karen nodded, looking at her son with concern.

'Do you wanna wait for him, with the cake?’

Mike gripped a button of his shirt between his thumb and index finger, pressing his lips together.

'No. Just… Can we just have it now?’

'Of course. ’

He marched towards the basement, stopping before he reached the stairs. He pressed his forehead against the wall, breathing in deeply and wiping a stray bit of moisture in the corner of his eye.

I don’t care.

I do not care. The same way he doesn’t care.

I do not care.

Straightening his back, he walked down.

Holly joined the group, insisting she was going to braid Max’s hair. The redhead really wanted to protest, but it took one smile and a dash of 'Wheeler charm’ and there she was, sitting on the floor while the six year old fiddled with her fiery strands.

'Look, Mikey!’ Holly exclaimed, showing him one of the two braids she was making.

'This is really pretty Holls. ’ he smiled at her, suppressing the storm inside his head.

For them. You’re a damn happy fifteen year old. You are. Act like it. You don’t care. He doesn’t have to be here for you to be happy. You never needed him anyway. He never really wanted to be here for you.

'Mike? Hey, Mike?’

'What?’ Mike looked at Lucas.

'You spaced out again. You alright, man?’ his friend had a concerned look on his face.

'Yeah, sorry.’

'Do you have that character sheet you made for Steve?’

'Character sheet for… oh, sure. Wait a sec. ’ he approached the shelf, taking his DM notebook and rummaging through it. 'Yeah, here it is. Steve the Fighter. ’

He presented the page to Steve. He scanned the text and his eyes grew wide. ’

'That’s so cool! And I have a spiked bat here too! And I…’

'Act like a seven year old? ’ added Max, grinning at him from her spot on the floor. He showed her his tongue and grinned to himself.

'Thats real cool. Thanks, Wheely. ’ he ruffled Mike’s hair.

Mike smiled despite himself and felt the urge to laugh.

He, Mike Wheeler,was turning fifteen, and was about to play Dungeons and Dragons with Steve freaking Harrington, who somehow managed to unofficially become a honorary older brother to all of them. Among many strange things that happened during last few years, this was possibly one of the strangest. Despite everything, though, Mike decided to be a normal teenager and let go of the things that kept him from enjoying his own birthday.

And for a while he succeeded. They were laughing, playing, listening to music that Jonathan brought. He was holding El’s hand under the table, and she was resting her cheek against his arm. Steve was engrossed in a game even more than the boys, El, who already grasped the concept was getting really good at it, suprising all of them, Max, sporting two glorious braids, teased Mike endlessly when the description parts about 'El the Mage’ turned out to be way longer than the others, Holly, Jonathan and Nancy watching them from the couch, Holly braiding Jonathan’s hair now, to Nancy’s amusement.

Then the cake was there, and he was blowing out the candles, and he could almost feel like he was truly, fully okay.

But then, there was shouting. It was his mother, easily heard from the basement, yelling at her husband for not being there for his son’s birthday. There was yelling, endless yelling, and somehow Mike ended up hugging Holly, who was frozen, scared. She did not understand.

'It’s okay, Holly. It’s okay. I promise. ’ he whispered to her, turning to the only thing he was even slightly good at. Helping. He had to help Holly, he had to be there for Nancy. He didn’t matter all that much, he just needed to make them okay, he needed to make his mom okay, he needed to…

There was silence, dead silence, broken only by his quickened, uneven breath, Holly’s sobs and Nancy’s sniffling. The rest was frozen, unsure what to do or say, Jonathan and Will looking at each other with way too much understanding of the situation, their memories still fresh.

The silence carried on.

He needed to do something, say something, be a man in a boys body, like his father always expected him to but never believed he could be.

And as he passed Holly into Nancy’s arms, with Steve, a concerned look on his face, trying to distract the little girl with his brand new D&D piece.

Mike ran up the stairs, ignoring the calls of his friends.

He came to face his father, a suitcase handle in his hand.

'Dad…?’ he asked, suddenly out of breath, feeling like Troy had just kicked his stomach again.

'Happy birthday, son. ’ Ted said, putting a hand on his arm. His eyes were empty, with just a spark of some sort of guilt hidden deep in them.

And then there was a car being started, driven away. And Mike wasn’t okay. Mike Wheeler was not by any means okay, and the realisation came crashing down on him so quickly he felt the wave of breathtaking panic fill his lungs, felt his hands start to shake, and his chest shook with soundless sobs.

He didn’t even bother to close the door after himself.

They find him at the quarry two hours later, staring at the water reflect the moonlight, his eyes red and puffy, his tall, lanky form shaking.

El is the first one to reach him, having nearly jumped out of the car before it even stopped. When her hands get a hold the sides of his head and her forehead is pressed against his own, he crumbles to the ground, fresh wave of tears breaking the dam, leaning against her and clinging to her as if he would fall apart if she didn’t hold him together.

'I’m sorry I’m so sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so so sorry’ he kept repeating, sobbing against her arm as she held his head against her chest, his shaky breath brushing her collar bones, her pressing her lips to his hair, her eyes tightly shut. His hands grasped the back of her shirt desperately as he cried.

'It’s not your fault. Not your fault.’ she said, trying to make him understand, the same way he tried to make her understand all those years ago in the same place.

And then there is Nancy, holding them both, crying against her brothers arm, Jonathan, Dustin, Will, Lucas, Steve, Max… All off them ended up huddled close together.

They sit like that for a long time, until the cries are only silent echoes, and the warm wind kisses their faces as if to comfort them and dry their tears.

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Birthday = Saved [Damian Wayne x Sibling!Reader]

Requested by anon: “Damian x reader (sibling relationship) where the batfam forgets about Damian’s birthday except the reader"

A/N: Hope you love it anon <3

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Slowly you woke up, yawning while running a hand through your hair. In attempt to tame the rat’s nest. Still half asleep and groaning when sitting up. Like it was the hardest thing you’ve ever done. Your blankets were so warm and cozy, maybe five more minutes wouldn’t hurt.

Though when you glanced at the clock, your eyes widened in horror. IT WAS PAST NOON! “Shit!” quickly throwing off the blankets and running into the bathroom adjoining your room.

Panicking while taking your shower. How could you sleep so late on Damian’s birthday? Why didn’t anyone get you?

Getting out of the shower and changing into some day clothes, brushing your teeth and hair.

Running down the manor steps and walking into the kitchen. “Sorry guys I didn’t realize I —” But you were cut off to find the kitchen empty. But seeing a note on the counter. Picking it up, it read:

Out on mission. It’s just you and Damian in the manor. Jason, Dick, & Tim are with me. Alfred had personal business and is out of town. Be home later tonight

-Bruce

Wait hold on! They just left on his birthday? His biological son’s birthday? You love Bruce but sometimes he’s an ass.

TT, [L/n] I thought you had left as well” Turning to see Damian with his hands in his pockets. Looking pretty down in the dumps.

“Hey what’s with the frown birthday boy? Who needs ‘em, right?” You smiled at the young man. His face seemed to brighten at the words ‘birthday boy’

“You remembered” Shock laced in his voice. You chuckled, “Of course I remembered! How could I forget?” staring at him in disbelief.

“I was just surprised because father..” His sentence trailed off. “Bruce? Oh yeah he’s on a mis- wait hold on a sec! They didn’t remember it was your birthday?” Your voice raising in the process. Now you’re pissed, it’s one thing to leave but to forget! Nu-uh not okay!

He simply shook his head. “Assholes” mumbling to yourself. “You know what! We’re going to have the best birthday just the both of us. We can go anywhere you want and get cake and after that I’ll give you my gift.” smiling at him.

“You’d do that?” Was this kid serious?

“Of course I am Dami! We’re family remember? Now go grab your shoes, who needs them” Reaching for your keys. He did as told and went to get some shoes as you did the same.

The both of you climbed in your car. “So where to?” turning to him.

“I don’t know” he held his chin between his index finger and thumb.

“Well, is there anywhere you’ve never been but always wanted to go?”

He sat up like he had an idea. “It may seem childish but I’ve never been to a zoo”

A grin grew on your face, “Hey that’s not childish, I’m older than you and I like the zoo still. Zoo it is” before putting the car in drive.

During the drive you listened to Damian talk about his birthdays back with the league. They didn’t really celebrate but they always remembered. He especially talked about his grandfather and mother. Honestly you’d never had a conversation like this with him.

It was nice.

Once parking and making your way into the park you walked around the whole place. Seeing every exhibit, but ending  with the lions.

Damian was captivated by all of the animals but the Lions were amazing. The large male was so elegant and graceful.

“It’s so magnificent” he muttered eyes glued to the creature. “King of the animal kingdom.” you said back, watching the lioness’ graceful movements to be beside it’s mate.

“Have you ever heard the saying, ‘Rise and rise again, until lambs become lions’?” turning your eyes to him.

He shook his head. “Well it’s about being someone who was once vulnerable and weak, but over time and obstacles they become powerful and strong like a lion. Growing as a human being.”

“What is the point of telling me that?” he asked in confusion. Shrugging your shoulders, “I don’t know it’s just a quote I like to live by, kind of applies to me ya know? And you too”

“I’m not vulnerable” crossing his arms and turning back to the habitat. “I’m not saying you are, but in order for someone to be as strong as you are kid. They had to be vulnerable at some point. Don’t dwell on it, just remember it for me okay?” Sending a smile his way.

“I suppose it’s the least I could do” he uncrossed his arms.

“Are you hungry? Cause I am.. What do you say we go grab some lunch?” as your stomach growled. You chuckled and could’ve sworn you saw a grin pull at his lips. “I could eat”

Deciding to go to his favorite place for lunch. The both of you just talked like you had in the car ride. Though this time you explained some people and things that were in your life before becoming a bat.

He seemed grateful for your opening up to him.

After lunch you took him to a bakery where he picked out a treat to sever as his birthday cake. Going to a nearby park, but you stopped at the car to get his gift.

Sitting by a pond he began to eat the treat. “You’re not going to let me sing ‘happy birthday’ to you” mock hurt plastered on your face. He smiled… HE SMILED! It’s possible!

Staring in disbelief at his curved upwards lips. “What?” he asked wiping his mouth like he had crumbs there.

“Oh, nothing. How about you open this now” handing him the rectangular box wrapped in green paper.

Taking the gift he tore off the paper, revealing a long white box. Carefully taking off the lid. He stared at the object within.

His sword had broke on his last mission. So you got him a custom replacement. “The blade is two times stronger than your old one, but half the weight. The grip of the hilt is specially made so it won’t slip in your grip. And finally there’s an engraving” Pointing to the hilt. On it was a small engraving of a robin.

“I don’t know what to say” mesmerized by the piece of weaponry.

“Your face says it all, I’m glad you like it” Smiling at the young boy. “Thank you [F/n], this is very special. I will treasure it” He said, your grin widening at the sound of your first name.

“Come on, lets get back to the manor and set up some pranks for the guys to get back for forgetting your birthday” Mischief sparked in his eyes. A evil grin spreading on his face. Putting the sword in the box.

“They won’t know what hit them”

Bonus:

Entering the batcave the guys all looked exhausted. Well except Bruce. You and Damian were hiding out of view, but had full access to seeing your prank at work.

Looking at Damian you gave a devious smirk before nodding for him to hit the trigger he set up on his phone.

Tapping the screen, alarms blared through the cave. Then the fire sprinklers turned on soaking the four. “What the hell?!” Bruce yelled as you and Damian held in your laughter the best you could. Dick was hiding under a table to keep from getting wetter. Jason was letting a string of expletives run from his mouth. Tim was trying to save his laptop. And Bruce was trying to shut it all down.

Once he did you and Damian couldn’t hold it in any longer. Wiping away a fake tear you and Damian showed yourself.

“You.. You.. hahaha! You should’ve seen your faces. Oh god I should’ve recorded that, Alfred would die” Sentence being broken up with your laughter.

“TT, no need to worry [F/n] I’ve got us covered” Pointing to a camera in the corner. “You smart little devil” ruffling his hair.

“What the fuck [F/n]!!” Jason yelled, looking like a drenched bat. Something they had in common. “What was this all about, I want an explanation now!” Bruce raised his voice.

Though unaffected and sharing a look with Damian. “Something called sweet revenge” a sickeningly sweet tone in your voice.

“Revenge for what?” Dick was next as Tim was fretting over his laptop.

“Think about it. Today’s date, a certain brother of yours. That all of you abandoned by the way” Crossing your arms, sounding protective now.

They all stood thinking for a moment, but you saw Bruce hit realization first. “Oh! Oh god! I’m so sorry Damian” turning to the boy. The rest of their light bulbs lit up.

“We forgot your birthday” Dick said in disbelief with yourself. “We’re sorry Damian, we probably ruined the day”

They all wore regretful looks and were obviously beating themselves up. “It was actually my favorite birthday yet. [F/n] and I had a nice time together”

“You know we did! Get on my sibling level suckers” before turning and exiting the room with Damian. Leaving the drenched bats to dry off.

“Best birthday ever” Damian mumbled entering the manor. A smile growing on your face, you were indeed sibling #1 right now.

The Meet Cute

Dean x Reader

Summary: A package delivered to the wrong address allows you to meet Dean for the first time. And then a huge crush is born. 

Warnings: Smut, nothing too graphic.

Originally posted by iwriteaboutdean

Every year, hundreds - thousands of packages are delivered to the wrong address. Exactly one of those mistakes was comfortably resting in your hands as you carried it to the house at the end of the block.

Three knocks were enough to push the sound of footsteps towards the front door, towards you. And when the door was pulled open, you saw him for the very first time. Tall and beautiful, like no one met before him.

“Hi,” he said and a smile showed on his lips. “Can I help you?”

“Uh, yes… They delivered this to my house. I think it belongs to you.”

“Oh, thanks,” he said, taking the box from your hands. Just then another figure appeared next to him, red hair and wide eyes as soon as they landed on you. “Holy Batman! Y/N?!”

“Charlie?! Oh my God.”

You barely had the time to blink before her arms engulfed you in the most cheerful hug, which you reciprocated. “I can’t believe this,” she told you. “The last time we saw each other, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows hadn’t come out yet. So it’s been ages!”

“Yeah,” you agreed, smiling at her exuberance. “It’s been a while. What are you doing here?”

 “I live here.” The man next to her cleared his throat, and she looked at him as if she had just remembered he was there too. “Right, this is my roommate, Dean. And this–“ she continued, indicating you– “this is Y/N. We went to high school together. I told you about her, remember?”

Dean frowned for a second until realization hit him. “Oh, right,” he said, directing his gaze to you. “You’re the one Charlie had a crush on, for like a year.”

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twenty three

Originally posted by 4cyphers

pairing: taehyung x reader

word count: 8k

genre: smut, angst, fluff(ish)

description: you were simply a distraction while he waited for the one he wanted

part two


“A picture perfect smile, look like you see no-one but me.”

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Bad Decisions [Jaehyun]

Originally posted by cherryassbomb

Genre: Angst/ Slight Smut??

Scenario: Your long term friend Jaehyun is in love with your best friend. You want nothing but the best for them but silently dealing with your break up from BTS singer Jeon Jungkook has been weighing on you. One drunken night and one bad decision leads to risks taken and mistakes made. 

Characters: Jaehyun; Reader (You); Your Friend (Y/F/N); Mark; Johnny; small mention of other members 

Word Count: 3774

Notes: This is a short little series with only about 5 parts but Admin Unnie and I will be seeing it through to the end so I hope you guys stick with us. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! 

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           The group of four sat in Jaehyun’s room, playing a late-night game of Uno and drinking stolen beers from Taeyong’s secret fridge.

           “You sent that same fuckin meme like ten times last night in the group chat. It was only funny like the first four or five times.” Mark chuckled, taking another swig of his drink and placing a yellow 4 in the center of the circle they had formed.

           Jaehyun shook his head and laughed, “What you meant to say was that it wasn’t funny at all.”

           “Nah nah the problem is you guys just have no taste.” You shrugged nonchalantly, but a big smile tugged at the corners of your lips at the memory.

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Self-Critical (Poly!Hamilsquad x Fem!Reader)

(So I’ve been having a super horrible last few weeks. I’ve been really unhappy with myself, physically and mentally and emotionally. Drama in my love life was making it hard for me to get inspired to write anything. So I tried to channel what I was feeling into this fic. I hope anyone who feels this way overcomes it and realizes how unique and special and beautiful you are. Love yourself, because you deserve it. It isn’t as long as the other two, but I hope you all understand. I’m getting back into it slowly and I’ll try to post something at least once a week.

This fic is SFW!

triggers: self-depreciation/insults/body-shaming 

I hope you all enjoy and I hope this makes at least one other person feel better about themselves.) 

The morning had been spent in front of the mirror. You didn’t have class today, but the boys still had to go to work. You’d woken up alone to the sound of rain drizzling on the window just next to your bed. It was cold and you felt more lonely than you had in a while to be laying in your vast bed with none of your boyfriends beside you.

Lately, you’d been hyper critics of your appearance, specifically your weight. You were silent about it for the most part, but you found it harder and harder to accept the way you looked when you had beauties like your best friends, the Schuyler Sisters to compare yourself to.

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upset friend! Seventeen

requested by anon: “Hi!! can i request a scenario where you’re svt’s best friend, like they treat you as a younger sister and they’re super protective of you. how would they react when you went over to their dorm crying or upset. its a little similar to how they react to their gf being scared you previously did, but as a younger sis pov or smtg? tysm!”

a/n: i hope this isn’t late, i did it it bullet points because you requested scenario, i hope that’s okay

Seungcheol

  • you wrap yourself in your in your sweater tighter
  • the door swings open with Seungcheol looking at you worriedly 
  • he pulls you in and gives you quicky, tight hug
  • “what happened?? are you okay??”
  • you emotionally explain to him how you got into a fight with your boyfriend and well, now ex boyfriend
  • “what the hell, do you want me to beat the kid up?” 
  • you can tell by his facial expression how pissed he is
  • you reassure him you’re fine
  • “you’re not fine, you’re crying” 
  • you reach up and touch your undereyes, realizing it was damp
  • wiping your tears away, he smiles softly
  • “come on, i’ll make mingyu make you ramen” 
  • laughing for the first time that night, you nod,
  • “that would be nice”

Originally posted by seungcheofine

Jeonghan

  • “Jeonghan, are you at your dorm?” 
  • “hey are you okay? why do you sound like that??” 
  • “my friend kicked me out of her car, i’m like five minutes from your dorm, can i come over?” 
  • “well that’s not a really good friend, yeah of course” 
  • you thank him and he makes you stay on the phone with him until you get to the dorm
  • when you get there, he’s already standing there, and leads you in
  • “do you want to talk about it?” 
  • he asks you gently, letting you know you didn’t have to if you didn’t want to
  • by the time you get to the couch, you’re in the middle of explaining how your friend got pissed off over how you wouldn’t “help” her do her paper and everything just escalated 
  • the entire time he’s listening to you and handing you tissues when you’re feeling really emotional
  • “i’m here for you okay” 
  • you nod and end up cuddling into his side with his arm around you
  • the mood is lighter now and you can hear seventeen in the back
  • “you know i got a whole soccer team that can help us prank the girl or something” 
  • “the heck jeonghan, we aren’t tryna kill the girl”

Originally posted by j-miki

Joshua

  • as the door gets slammed in your face, you try not explode in tears
  • but your body won’t agree and the tears just fall
  • after a couple minutes, you hear your phone ding
  • it’s from Joshua, who lives next door
  • “are you okay?? your door closed really loud”
  • you send a quick text about how you’re fine and sorry if you disrupted anything
  • instead of another ding you get a call
  • you pick you and say hello, trying to slience your tears but it doesn’t work
  • “oh my gosh, are you okay?”
  • “n-no” 
  • so you tell him that you came back to your place to find your bf cheating on you, on your couch, at your place
  • “do you want to come over? maybe you should get out of there” 
  • you agree and he meets you at your door and walks you over
  • after settling you on the couch, and lets you make small talk to Seungkwan who’s trying to make you laugh
  • when Joshua comes back with a cup of tea, Seungkwan gets shooed away by another member
  • “i know you’ll get through this, i’ll be there however to help along the way” 
  • smiling softly, you take a sip of tea, calmer now
  • “i know”

Originally posted by visual-17

Junhui

  • you hate the way you cry
  • you’re definitely not one of those criers who cry angelically
  • nah you’re a scrunched, red faced mess
  • like now, when you’re furiously pacing, waiting for jun to open the door
  • “Y/N! oh my god, come here!”
  • he pulls you inside and engulfs you in a hug
  • “i dont like it when you cry” he says, 
  • his expression is sad while gently wiping your tears
  • you smile sadly and joke, “is it because i look ugly?”
  • “well…”
  • “yah!” 
  • you smack his arm lightly, knowing he’s just teasing
  • “you’re pretty when you’re happy, and being happy is good”
  • “so i should try my best to be happy always?” you finish for him
  • he grins, “yup, that’s right”
  • you start giggling, any trace of crying  gone
  • except for the makeup, which he points out
  • “come on, we have makeup remover somewhere”
  • he wraps an arm around your shoulder in a brotherly way
  • looking down at you, he smiles
  • “you don’t have to talk about it now, okay? let’s just do something fun”

Originally posted by junhoontrash

Soonyoung

  • ‘SOONYOUNG SOONYOUNG SOONYOUNG :’((((’
  • you’re freaking out, on the verge of crying as you blow up his phone
  • ‘WHAT WHAT WHATS WRONG!?!?!’
  • you tell him everything that’s going on 
  • ‘actually I’m at your dorm right now, can you please open?’
  • ‘OF COURSE’
  • seconds later you see soonyoung swings open the door, kinda looking like he just sprinted
  • he immediately bear hugs you
  • “everything is going to be okay’
  • you look up at him, tears threatening to fall
  • with everything that’s been going on, you don’t know
  • “how do you know?” you ask, your lip quivering
  • he pulls away slightly and holds you by your shoulders
  • looking into your eyes, he says
  • “because i know you’re a strong person, something like this can’t bring you down”

Originally posted by performanceunit

Wonwoo

  • you start blowing up his phone
  • “WONWOO!!! how could you!! get out here :’‘((”
  • “you’re outside??? what did i do?” 
  • “JUST GET OUT HERE :((”
  • you coming over was pretty common because you lived 2 minutes away
  • he comes out looking very worried and asks you what’s wrong
  • with tears in your eyes, you hand him back his book
  • “how could you do this to me?”
  • right away, his facial expression changes and he bursts out laughing
  • “wonwooooooo i’ve been crying for the past hour!!” shaking his head amused, he swings an arm around our shoulder
  • “how could you not tell me what happens” 
  • he looks amused, “what the heck? you hate spoilers!”
  • agreeing you nod, making him shake his head
  • “okay come on in, then we’ll watch something funny” 
  • looking up at him, you smile hopefully
  • “and order pizza?”
  • ruffling your hair, he laughs and replies
  • “sure sure”

Originally posted by visual-17

Jihoon

  • taking a deep breathe you try to calm yourself
  • grabbing your phone, you dial his number
  • hearing his voice, even if it was just a ‘hello’ calmed you slightly
  • “are you busy right now?”
  • “no, we’re all just eating chicken what’s wrong, why’s your voice shaky”
  • after explaining quietly, and hearing him comforting you and some background noise on his side, 
  • you tell him you’re outside
  • “okay that’s fine i promise, i’ll come out” 
  • meeting eye to eye he smiles softly 
  • “don’t let this stress you out too much okay”
  • ”i don’t know, i really don’t know if i can forgive my mom this time”
  • he grabs your arms and holds them tightly
  • “look at me”
  • you look up at him, distress clearly all over your face
  • “what she did this time, that’s not okay, but is it worth ruining everything?” 
  • “no” you say, lowering your head
  • he pulls you in a hug, resting his head on your shoulder
  • after you pull away, you smile
  • “you’re a really good friend jihoonie” 
  • “i know, now come in and eat chicken before the guys eat it all” 

Originally posted by seungcheofine

Seokmin

  • “SEOKKK” you wail into your phone
  • “Y/NNN WHAT’S WRONGGG?”
  • after you finish explaining, you subconsciously sniffle 
  • “omo are you crying??? y/n where are you!!" 
  • “aniya, i just have allergies okay, i’ll be at your dorm in a sec" 
  • he knows just as well as you, you don’t have allergies 
  • "okay, i’ll be waiting outside" 
  • soon enough, you reach him and he pulls you into a tight hug right away
  • flashing a small smile, he says, "we should go in!! its raining" 
  • he looks down at you, and his eyes twinkle and you know immediately what he’s thinking 
  • "rain~~~~” you both sing,
  • him successfully making you laugh, he suddenly says “look!! your eyes are so red!!" 
  • you give him a blank stare, "i know ive been… sneezing" 
  • “noooo!!! it’s because you’ve been blinded by the seokshine!!" 
  • amused, you say, "where?? its been raining" 
  • “but no matter how much it rains, the sun will always rise the next day" 
  • the both of you become silent, you stare into his eyes, and realize the meaning, his way of comforting 
  • wrapping your arms around him, you hear him make a surprised sound, before wrapping his arms around you too 
  • "you’re not bad at giving advice seok" 

Originally posted by jongindiaries

Mingyu

  • knocking in the door timidly, you back away and wait two seconds later
  • you hear someone clumsily open the door 
  • "mingyu.” you say 
  • and all his eyes need is one look at yours to know something happened 
  • “i just need someone to talk to, even if it’s for one minute, i don’t want to intrude on anything” you say 
  • the moments in your sentence where your breathe catches, let’s him know you’ve been crying 
  • “don’t worry, some members are gone and some are just being lazy and waiting for me to make them ramen" 
  • "you sure?" 
  • when you come in, you force him to let you help him cook so you two are unwrapping the ramen packages 
  • "i know i’m not the best person to talk about things to, but i’m here for you" 
  • looking over at him, you nod with a small smile on your face 
  • "i just need to be in someone’s presence right now" 
  • he nods understandingly and grins 
  • "and scarf down some ramen?" 
  • “um of courseee" 

Originally posted by wonnhao

 Minghao 

  • you can’t breathe 
  • completely clueless in this situation, looking around you get some idea of where you are 
  • "m-minghao?” you say after dialing his number 
  • “huh? y/n? shouldn’t you be sleeping?" 
  • "minghao i just, i’m really close to your dorm, do you think you could come outside and talk to me?" 
  • he answers with an ‘of course’ 
  • so when you reach there, you see him standing outside, a mug in hand
  • "drink this it’s cold out” he hands it too you, which you accept gratefully 
  • then he takes a step forward to get a closer look at you 
  • “why are you dressed in clubbing clothes?? why is your neck kind of red?”
  • he quickly takes his jacket off and hands it to you 
  • putting it on, you duck your head and whimper 
  • “even if someone’s drunk, that’s not a good enough excuse right?" 
  • you feel his stare on you for what feels like forever 
  • then his hands cup your face and you can tell he’s practically glaring at your neck 
  • "its no excuse. remember that no matter what. because you don’t deserve this" 
  • you nod, and take a deep breathe 
  • “thank you a lot, for making me feel better" 
  • "you don’t need to thank me, and stay away from this guy okay" 
  • you agree telling him you’ll break up tomorrow 
  • as you get ready to leave, he grabs your arm and shakes his head 
  • "come inside and wait for a taxi at least, i’m not about to let my friend walk herself home" 
  • nodding slowly, you come in and greet the other members 
  • you and him both sit on the couch and he passes you a controller 
  • "play?" 
  • “yup,” you smile

Originally posted by minghaon

Seungkwan

  • ‘i’m crying.’ you type, and hit send
  • “what happened!?” he replies anxiously, with like a thousand question marks and exclamation points
  • ‘i’m outside, come?” 
  • he reads it and doesn’t reply
  • but seconds later he’ll come outs the door with a nervous expression
  • “i was really debating whether to not to bother you but i need someone to talk too” 
  • “what do you even mean? you can tell me anything!” 
  • you spill all of it, everything that’s been going on
  • “aigoo” without anymore words, he pulls you into a hug
  • and unexpectedly, you start crying
  • patting your back he says, “let it all out okay”
  • sniffling, you joke, “i’m crying because you smell really bad” 
  • “yah! you liar” 
  • “i know i know” you laugh, even though your tears continue to fall
  • “come in, we can order something and eat our hearts out” 
  • meeting each others eyes, you give him a tiny smile,
  • “don’t hold back, we are gonna eat a lot” 
  • “definitely we’ll eat all the bad foods in the world. vegetables what?” 
  • “what are vegetables?” 
  • not even realizing your tears have stopped now, you both plan out all the food you’re gonna order

Originally posted by kyungminie

Vernon

  • you try to silence your crying before picking up the phone
  • “vernon? i’m here” 
  • “ahh okay i’ll come open the door!” he says happily
  • he doesn’t realize anything yet
  • opening the door he says, “hey come i-”
  • his sentence stops short when he looks at your expression
  • “are you okay?” 
  • you respond by silently shaking your head
  • the two of you don’t say anything
  • he just walks towards you and wraps his arms tightly around you
  • after many moments, with his arms still around you, you say
  • “standing out here is weird right?”
  • he nods, “let’s go in”
  • when the two of you walk in, you greet the members, but all of them notice something’s wrong
  • so they leave the two of you alone
  • “do you want to talk about it?” 
  • shaking your head you reply, “no i dont think i’m ready yet, can we just do something else?”
  • “yeah, you want to look at these lyrics” 
  • nodding your head, you smile at him
  • “thank you” 
  • smiling softly, he shakes his head
  • “it’s no problem”

Originally posted by carol12lopes-blog

Chan

  • you are really unsure of what to do
  • crying isn’t an option anymore, your eyes are tired of it
  • but if tears can go away, why can’t this feeling
  • ‘i’m here’ you text chan
  • you already said your coming, but you didn’t tell him anything
  • “i’ll come open for you” he answers 
  • you wait, rocking your feet back and forth nervously
  • when he open the door, he says his regular greeting
  • but then stops short when he sees your face
  • “have you been crying?”
  • you open you mouth, ready to deny on reflex, but nod anyway
  • “i…we broke up” you say
  • and it feels weird, saying it for the time
  • he opens and closes his mouth in shook
  • “but… what, how?” 
  • you shake your head and spill everything
  • when you’re done, he opens his mouth to say something but decides against it
  • instead he pulls you in for a hug
  • pulling back after, he simply looks at you and flashes a comforting smile
  • “you’ll get through this, we’re young okay?”
  • you nod, trusting him
  • “okay”

Originally posted by mc-gyu

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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.6

                                                 Part S I X 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: 100 notes is the goal, lovelies! im so happy a bunch of you are enjoying this series. i love writing each part knowing that a lot of you will be satisfied to read it! gives me a ton of confidence in my writing xx

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]

                                                 I M A G I N E

Helsinki, 23:07 P.M. (post-concert, almost midnight)

“Hold on for a sec.” 

Those words stood still in the silence, making your bones completely freeze and stop you from joining the rest of the boys outside. The yanking of your hem became a distant memory as you looked up at the sweaty, yet stern-faced Calum right in front of you. 

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Welcome back.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Jensen, Gen
Word count : 2,244
Author :Mel

Part 1 in ‘My son, Bringer of Storms’.



Making his way across the lot from his trailer to the set, Jared was looking down at his phone, smiling at the picture of his boys, when Jensen seemed to pop up out of nowhere. “Jesus, Jen..” He shot his friend a look. “What’s up?”

“Uh. Hang out out here with me for a bit?”

Jared furrowed his brow. “Dude, we just got called to set..”

“Yeah but.. You don’t want to go in there right now..” Jensen licked his lips, hoping he could convince Jared to stay out just a bit longer.

“What did you do?” Jared smiled.

“What? Nothing.” Jensen scoffed.

“I heard there’s new people working on set. Did you prank someone without me? This I gotta see.” He chuckled and pulled open the door.

“Fuck.” Jensen grumbled and followed him in.

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Bikinis and Jealous Wolfies | Theo Raeken

pairings: theo raeken x reader

a/n: can we address the title for a sec? like seriously i swear my humour is so low theo can see it from the hole he fell in.

request: can you do another protective theo/cody imagine? 💗

a/n: to whoever requested this, it turned out more of a jealous theo rather than protective theo. I know its not exactly what you requested but i hope you still enjoy this.

creds to @thaeken for the inspo: (x)

“babe i’m outside.” Your phone lit up with a message from Theo. You quickly put on your shoes, took your bag and went outside, instantly spotting his car parked in your driveway.

“Hi.” You said sweetly as you pressed a quick kiss on his lips as you got in to sit next to him in the passenger seat.

“Hi babe. So, where to?” He asked.

“Lydias.” You answered as he started driving towards her house, resting his hand on your thigh just moments later. He loved how your heart skipped a beat every time he did it but you just loved how it calmed him down knowing your here with him.

After Theo parked the car you both got out and made your way to Lydias house, even from far away you could see and hear the dozens of half wasted teenagers going wild in her household. But you couldn’t wait, with all of the supernatural drama going around along with as well as some non supernatural drama that came along with being a teenager the pack felt you all needed a well deserved break and with summer just around the corner, a pool party was just what you guys needed.

The both of you entered Lydias house and were quickly greeted by Miss Martin herself.

“Hey you’re here!” She said enthusiastically giving you a small hug.

“And not in a bikini, go change!” She joked, earning a small chuckle from you.

“Where can I change?”

“Um, go up to my room and change there. You can put your stuff there too.”

“Okay thanks.” You said giving her a small peck on the cheek before grabbing Theos hand and walking him towards Lydias room.

“I like where this is going..” He smirked.

“Wrong idea Raeken but if you’ll be nice we can have some fun afterwards.” You smirked back at him before opening the door and stepping inside before locking it shut.

“I just need to change that’s all.”

“Can I at least watch?”

“Nope, turn around.” You smiled cheekily as he groaned before turn his back to you unwillingly, now resulting both your backs facing each other.

“I can feel you staring at my ass Raeken.” You say after taking off your shorts.

“It’s not my fault you have a great ass.”

“Shut up.” You joked as you threw your shorts at him jokingly, which he caught with ease.

“If you wanna throw your shirt at me as well I won’t mind.” He smirked.

You then turned to take off your shirt leaving you in your bikini.

“Happy?” You joked throwing the shirt at him.

“Very much thank you.”

“You know you’re suppose to take your shirt off too right?”

“Yeah but I prefer to do that in front of the rest of the party.” He said coming closer to you, wrapping his hands around your waist.

I’d prefer to not have everyone drooling over you, can’t have some girl try to take you away from me.”

“Trust me, no girl is taking me away from you, ever. I  just wanna show everyone what a hot and sexy boyfriend you have.”

“It’s a good thing you’re modest.” You chuckled.

“Yea I get that a lot, now come on let’s go.” He said giving your a bum a small squeeze.

“If you do that out there I swear I’ll kill you.“

“Won’t happen when your half my size.”

“I could end you.” You sassed.

”Sure fun-size, Now come on.” He said pulling away from you as you two made your way back to the pool area.

“Now can you take your shirt off?” You groaned slightly when you reached the pool.

“Someones eager.” He chuckled as he lifted up his shirt revealing his tight toned chest and muscles. You couldn’t help but smirk and giggle a little bit.

“Eyes up here fun-size.” He said when he notices you staring at his physique.

“Your chest is literally in front of my face, you can’t blame me for looking at it.”

“You’ve got a come back for everything don’t you.”

“They say we’re meaner cause we’re closer to hell.”

“Been there, done that. You wouldn’t last a day there.”

“Yup, they’ll kick me out cause I’m so hot the fire will feel insulted.”

“And you wondered how I got out of there.” He chuckled


For most of the party you two just hung out, talking, drinking a little bit even though Theo was very strict about it with you considering you’re human and plan to go swimming later on he doesn’t want you getting hurt. Occasionally you two broke away to hang out with some others friends, but he would always glance your way and listen to heartbeat just to make sure you were okay.


“Babe.” You nudged his arm to grab his attention before handing him his drink.

“Thanks, Y/N this is Ethan, Jordan and Austin.” He introduced you to the three shirtless friends in front of him.

“Hi.” You smiled at them softly with a small wave as they all sent their smiles and smirks back at you. You stayed with them a couple minutes, occasionally joining into their conversation before notifying Theo you’ll be in the pool with Malia and Kira.

After chatting with them for a bit and dancing in the water to the music thumping through out the speakers Lydia put up you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, knowing very well who it was you giggled as you relaxed against his chest.

“Excuse me ladies but I’ll be stealing her for a bit.” He said to Malia and Kira as you chuckled a bit when he started pulling you towards the deeper end.

“What are you doing? You know I can barely stand here.”

“I think I can solve your little problem.” He smirked as you felt his arms sneak down to your thighs, lifting you a little higher so you could wrap your legs around his waist; finally not struggling to keep your head above the water.

You looked at him for a couple moments, testing his face expressions and the way his body held you; something was a little off.

“Something’s on your mind.” You said softly as your rested your arms on his shoulder, crossing them around his neck.

“It’s nothing.” He insisted, feeling a little bit better when he saw you immediately realised something was on his mind. He loved that, how you could easily understand him, even though you were no more than human and Theo was rather a hard person to read you always knew when something was up.

“Come on, I know something is bothering you.”

He let out  a soft sigh and looked to his side, “The whole time you were with us Austin kept checking you out, and when you turned to walk away I swore his eyes never left your ass.” He said through his clenched jaw.

“Well, beside that fact that you can’t blame them that you’re girlfriend is smoking hot, which I know you are very well aware of.” You started sarcastically as he raised his brow at you and had his well known smirk on display.

“You know that the only guy I want is currently lifting me up in the pool so I don’t drown in five feet of water.” You chuckled softly.

“But seriously..” You said stroking his cheek. “You have nothing to worry about, I love you. No one else.”

“I know.” He said lifting you up a bit so he could get a better grip on you.

“I love you.” He said leaning in to press a kiss against your lips, which you immediately accepted.

The kiss turned a little heated as you moved to press your hands against the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. You felt his tongue swipe gently against your lower lip, as if he was asking for permission; but Theo as Theo is gave your ass a small squeeze causing you to let out a soft gasp which gave him exactly the entrance he needed. Your tongues danced together but he quickly took over control.

You two would’ve kept going but the realisation that you were at party suddenly hit you, you pulled away much to his dismay. But seeing you with your lips swollen and painted red, your face a little flushed was enough for Theo to smile on the inside knowing he was the only guy making your heart race and your lips swollen.

“Um, Theo.” You pointed out.

“I think Austin took the hint.” You chuckled as he looked over to where his friends stood, Austin giving a thumbs up to Theo, causing Theo to laugh at his friend.

Fight

Hey! This was requested like a week ago and I’m finally having some time to upload it, I’ve been swamped with finals last week, but I’m finally done. Hope you enjoy, request are open! Enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated. 


Originally posted by sensualkisses

We fought. Not even sure what it was about. Definitely something stupid, as for I can’t even remember.

Jaclyn was fortunate enough to be able to visit me for the rest of the tour. We’ve started to get really short temptered with each other, any little thing one of us did it made the other furious. Spending every waking minute with each other I guess it gets tiring and we can get under each others’ skin, but this time it went over the edge. She yelled, I yelled. We said things we didn’t mean to say. I had so much angry in me that I stormed off and left not telling anyone where I was going, I needed to be alone. Let off some steam.

It’s been hours after our fight. I walk around the streets of Australia with Jake behind me as he insisted that I not go anywhere with at least someone. I kept my hood on covering my curls, and sunglasses to hide some of my face.

I walked around a country I had no idea about, usually I would be fascinated with going to a new country and explore seeing the most tourist-y attractions there are, but not this time as my adventure buddy and I aren’t on the best of terms.

“Tell me Jake, you have someone special?” I say looking behind my shoulder watching Jake keep his head down as well. He promised to walk somewhat far behind me so I can have my space. He looks up at me and walks a bit faster to stand next to me.

“I do.” He says with a smile and I weakly smile too.

“What do you do, when you fight?” I say looking over at him having the hood on my sweatshirt get in my face.

“Ha, well usually I say sorry just cause she’s usually right.” He says with a chuckle and I nod my head.

“What do you think I should do?” I ask as we get to the beach and feel the breeze against my skin.

“Don’t know.” He says shrugging and putting his hands in his pockets. “Every couple has a way of making up. Find your way. Just know that she’s special. I talked to her a couple of times while you were doing something, and boy she’s something.” He says with a chuckle.

“Yeah she is. She’s very special. I love her.” I say in a whisper. Not even to him, but to myself. Just those three simple words of ‘I love you’ made me realize I love her way more than I thought I did. She doesn’t make my heart flutter when I see her, no my heart flutters all time because she’s always on my mind. She makes me the happiest I’ve ever been, made me not look at the negative, but always look at the positive. I can’t lose someone who makes me a better person.A smile spreads on my lips when I imagine the constsnt memories we have, the smile I love, the laugh that makes me laugh, her eyes that make me melt.

I pull my phone hearing a buzz, it was Andrew “Hey man, what’s up?” I ask trying to sound happy but probably failed terribly.

“We need you at the arena at three okay?” I hear Andrew say with a couple of other muffled sounds in the background.

“Yeah fine.” I say and we both hang up, and I’m left looking at my home screen, a picture of Jaclyn and I at a party together a little while back. A smile creeps on my lips and I turn on my heels and start to walk back the way we came,  hearing Jake follow me.

——-

I get to the bus seeing all the guys sitting on the small seating section and peel my hood off and throw my sunglasses on the couch.

“Where is she?” I whisper and see Geoff point to the bunks.

“Can you guys give us a sec?” I ask looking at the bunks and watch the guys slowly and quietly leave the bus, leaving me all alone.

I walk back seeing the only bunk with the curtain closed. I slowly peel it open seeing a beautiful sight. She’s sleeping, I see her makeup stained tears on her cheek and take my cheek and stroke it gently.

I bend down to her level, my hand not leaving her cheek and hear a small groan. I lean hovering her face and kiss her cheek. Her eyes open slowly, and the first thing she sees, is the person she is not on the best terms with. Her eyebrows knit together and she leans back moving her face away my from hand.

“Can we talk?” I ask in a low weak voice. Her face softens a bit a moves back to where she was seeing the state I’m in. “Please?” I ask feeling tears coming from my eyes.

She let’s out a sigh and nods her head making me pop my head up.

“I’ll be out there” Cocking my thumb to where the sitting area is and wiping my eye from the tear that wanted to leave but didn’t.

She nods and I walk away giving her space.

I sit on the couch shaking my leg. It’s not even my nervous habit, it’s Jaclyn’s. I bite my nails looking around.

I finally watch her come into the sitting area sporting my hoodie that has now become her. A small smile forms on my face and watch her maneuver next to me having her kees to her chest hugging them.

I shift my body so I’m facing her and watch her nervously look at me. “I’m sorry.” I say looking up at her and she looks  up at me and let out a sigh

“Me too.” She says resting her chin on her knees. “I just- I was selfish was tired of sharing my boyfriend” she lets out a defeated sigh.

I smile weakly at her and grab her hand and kiss the top of it. “Don’t ever be sorry for wanting me all to yourself. Okay? I love you. Hell I don’t like sharing you. You don’t share me at all. Because all my love goes to you, I love my fans in a way where they are my siblings, you? You’re my girlfriend and I love you through the end of time. I love you, Jaclyn. And I’m sorry for ignoring your needs.” She let’s out a weak smile and releases one of her legs from her hold.

“It just sometimes it feels like I can’t see you. It just sucks. Like sometimes you have an interview, or photoshoot, or you have to preform, and I want you all to myself but I can’t I sorry I was selfish, rude, and whiney” She says in a whining voice. I let out a chuckle and kiss her knuckles again.

“Well you have me know for-” I look at my watch quickly and back at her “-ten minutes. I know it’s not long, but-” She stops me by climbing to my lap straddling me. She looks at me with her blue green eyes and smiles.  

“It’s perfect. It can be only ten seconds, but it’s perfect. I love you.” She says and kisses me passionately.

My hand runs up and down her back in a ticklish manner.

“FINALLY!” we both hear a loud voice coming from the now open tour bus and pull from our kiss.

“God didn’t know when you guys would not hate each other.” Geoff says walking onto the bus with a bottle of water in his hand about to walk through the bus, but see Tom holding his bicep from moving. Geoff stops what he’s doing and looks at our position and starts to walk backwards.

“Okay okay. You need space. Got it.” Giving us a thumbs up.

“You got ten minutes to get laid!” We hear Geoff shouts and leaves the bus causing the door to slam. 

We both look at each other and laugh at what just happened. “So ten minutes?” She asks with a laugh and I lift her gently so she’s laying on the couch.

“Fifteen max.” I say 


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superfastjellyfish3  asked:

How would Yoongi and J-hope react if they invited their s/o on set and while they weren't paying attention one of their staff starts lecturing thwir s/o about how they are in the way of the boys career, or that the boys can date someone better than you

Yoongi had noticed how you suddenly became quiet. You were so excited when he invited you to one of their MV shoots, and the other members were thrilled to have you there as well.

However, later in day, he noticed a change in your demeanor. He sensed how you were trying to be blend into the background–almost like you were afraid of getting in the way of everyone. You sat down in the corner, fiddling with your phone when this morning you could hardly get your butt down on a seat; wanting to see everything that’s happening on set..

And just now when you locked eyes, Yoongi saw you smile… but it didn’t reach your eyes. That’s when he finally had enough. 

The moment the director declared a break, he marched towards you, grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the set–away from everyone’s view.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” He asks the moment you two were out of earshot.

“What are you talking about?”

“Something’s wrong.” He studies you closely and you shy away from his gaze. “Aha! There! See? You can’t even look me in the eyes!”

“Can too!” You snap as you look back at him. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asks a little more gently and you bite your lip, unsure whether to tell him or not. “There’s obviously something wrong, Y/N. And yes, it’s bothering me.”

“It’s nothing.” You huff. 

“Tell me.”

You sigh in defeat, knowing there was no use fighting with him. “I just…coming here made me think of a lot of things.”

Yoongi’s face scrunched in confusion. “What kind of things?”

“Things..” You started before taking a deep breath. “Things like how you’re this super mega star and I’m a nobody and you shouldn’t be wasting your time on me. Or how you could totally do much better and I’d just be ruining your career–”

“Whoa–hold up.” Yoong interrupts you with a raised hand, looking pissed. “Where the hell did all that come from?!

“I–”

“No. Shut up for a sec.” He snaps and you flinch at the harshness of his tone. “First of all, that’s complete bullsh*t. I can date whoever I want and my love life has nothing to do with my career either. Those are two completely different things, Y/N.” He says and you look down in shame.

“Second, I don’t know who told you that you’re ruining my career because F.Y.I. I’ve never been happier since the day we started dating.”

You smile at that and when you look back at him, Yoongi had a soft look in his eyes which made your heart melt–and hurt at the same time.

“Third. it hurts me babe…it hurts that you would think you’re a nobody when you’re literally everything to me. How can you even say that?” His voice cracks a little and you felt a pinch in your heart at the hurt in his tone.

“I’m sorry, Yoongi-ah.” You finally tell him as you take his hands. “I’m sorry. I was being stupid.” 

“Darn right you were.” He scoffs. 

“I’m sorry. Forgive me?”

“I wasn’t mad at you.” He mumbles grumpily, looking away. 

“Okay, no sorry kiss then–”

“Aaah–no, I didn’ t say I didn’t need one.” He pulls you back in and puckers his lips. “Be sorry jagi. You hurt my feelings.”

Everyone thought Yoongi was this big, tough, imitating fellow who can rap out fire and send death glares like no other. But in truth, he was just this big marshmallow who has the biggest loving heart. And as you give his lips a peck, he smiles broadly and you wonder just how lucky you are to have someone love you this much.

“I love you.” You say as he wraps you in his arms.

“Yeah, I love you too…dork.”

Originally posted by wood-storm


J-Hope 

You watched with a heavy heart as the BTS members wrapped up their shoot. You were so happy for them for finishing yet another successful MV, but you couldn’t seem to forget the recent events the played out earlier today. 

Being the girlfriend of one of the most popular idols in Korea, you–as well as your relationship–was always under scrutiny. You had grown used to the criticisms, and accepted the fact that not everyone would be in favor or happy of your relationship. 

But today, the criticisms seemed to seep through your bones, holding your heart in a tight grip. Simply because someone had said you were a hindrance to Hobi’s career and that he can do so much better. What’s worse was that it came from the people who actually took care of him within the industry… those who knew what was going on. And as pathetic as it may be, you believed them because they probably knew what was best for Hoseok and his career.

After the shoot, your boyfriend had offered to take you home despite your protests. The walk was quiet–on your part since Hoseok was talking nonstop about the shoot and you just nodded at the right moments to keep him from noticing your quiet demeanor.

By the time you got to your apartment, you say goodbye to him but Hoseok held your hand, stopping you.

“Hey, hold on a sec. We’ve got time.” He jokes as he pulled you closer so you were standing in front of him, He reached out and tucked a strand behind your ear which made your chest hurt. Hoseok was always so gentle and sweet.

You don’t answer and Hoseok frowns, noticing how you were avoiding his gaze.

“What’s wrong, jagi?”

“N–nothing.”

“I think I know you well enough that it’s not.” He says, still calm and gentle as ever. It was moments like this when you realize just how less lively he was off cam. When the cameras were on, he was J-Hope, always laughing, jumping around, and screaming. But whenever he was with you, he was still happy hope sure…but there was a gentleness in his eyes and a calmness in his personality that he only ever shows towards you.

“I just…wondered… why you would be with someone like me?” You blurt out and Hoseok’s eyes widen. 

“What–”

“No hear me out. I…I love you Hobi. But I don’t want to be the one to stop you from reaching your potential… I–I can give you nothing. There are people out there who are better than me, who can support you more and probably love you more–” You are suddenly interrupted by something warm engulfing your lips and it took a split second for you to realize that Hoseok had leaned over and kissed you.

It was gentle and sweet, but passionate and determined. Just like him. 

“I don’t think I can ever meet anyone…as amazing as you.” He whispers against your lips once the two of you parted. “You’re so beautiful, so smart, so supportive…” At each word, he wipes the tears from your cheeks that have escaped your eyes. “You love me so much and I’m so grateful for it. In fact, I should be the one wondering why someone as amazing as you could love me. I mean… I’m just me, Y/N.”

“What are you talking about? You deserve the world, Hobi.” You say and it makes him chuckle.

“Then you should know I feel the exact same way about you.” he says and you were silenced at that. 

“I’m sorry.” You sniff. “It was really stupid…”

“Talk to me about it before you get sad okay? Hoseok says as he runs his hand through your hair to calm you down. “I don’t like seeing you cry.”

“Okay.”

“Good night.” He says and you squeeze his hand one last time before turning towards your door.

“Hey.”

You look over your shoulder to find him still watching you, a small smile on his lips. “Yeah?”

“We okay?” You nod. He smiles.

“I love you.” He says and his eyes reflected much sincerity it knocked the breath out of you.

“I love you too.” You reply and you knew you meant it with all your heart. 

Originally posted by yoongis--babygirl

I got carried away. Not sorry. lol <3 Hope you guys enjoyed that one!

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Little Sister - Ending 1

Bucky x Reader
WC
2643 (I’m sorry!)
Warnings Swear words, injuries, blood, puns (just in case!), smut
AN Based on this prompt: A buckyxreader where the reader is nats younger sister and is a complete goofball compared to her. She’s always joking around with everyone and lightening the mood even while on missions. Bucky adores her and one day when they’re on a mission she gets really quiet and won’t answer anyone and when Bucky finds her she’s injured. And then when they get back they admit their feelings and sweet smut ensues “
This fic has two endings this one (which is sweet smut) and a second one (with less sweet smut). Enjoy!
According to my Russian BFF malenkaya sestrenka is a cute way of saying little sister.


You sat at the kitchen island, waiting for the rest of the team to wake up. You couldn’t help but hum a tune as you went about making breakfast for everyone. You turned on the coffee machine and wiggled and danced, something about mornings just made you happy. It was one of the few times where the tower was silent and you could be alone.

“How you are always so damn chipper first thing in the bloody morning is beyond me, malenkaya sestrenka,” mumbled Natasha as she gracefully took her seat.

“Good morning to you, too,” you blew her a kiss.

“Ungh,” she grunted at you, “Coffee.”

You fixed and handed her coffee but before giving it to her, you said, “Bean-ough is bean-ough.”

She held up a perfectly manicured finger, “No. No puns. Too early.”

You finished making the bacon and eggs for everyone and soon enough, the table was filled with chatter and noise. Standing by the sink, sipping on your coffee, you leaned on the counter watching everyone. As usual, Sam and Bucky were arguing about something or other and you giggled to yourself.

Nat caught your eye and shook her head but you couldn’t help it. Handing them a plate of bacon, you quipped, “I’ve gotta ham it to you guys…”

Sam groaned at you but Bucky gave a little chuckle, “I gotta agree with Nat, too early for puns Y/N.”

You felt your face heat up, but you maintained an easy grin, “It’s never too early for puns.”

You began washing up when Wanda came to you offering to help. You held up your hands showing off your chipped nails, “No worries, I’ve got it.” You turned and started washing up.

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Requester: Anonymous

Prompt: Hi! Idk if your taking request but I’d want one with Bill where the reader gets raped and runs home/calls Bill and he comforts her etc (u don’t have to do it if u don’t want to ik it’s a different kind but it’s something that I’ve been through)

Warning: Rape (not described though)

Note: I’m so sorry to hear that anonymous :( I hope your okay and you still are happy even though that has happened to you. Also to the many others who have been raped I’m so sorry and I hope your living your life despite such a traumatizing experience.

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Originally posted by jessicamaccormackrmack

You smiled as you looked yourself over in the mirror. You had on a tee promoting the movie you were going to see with your friend and black jeans with converses. You weren’t much into showing off your body, especially since you were insecure so you usually liked to hide your shape.

But after that night you realized no matter what you wear wether it’s a loose dress that goes down to the floor or the most skimpiest outfit imaginable they’ll always be there to attack.

Bill came in and smirked looking you over noticing the movie on the shirt that was a chick flick comedy promoted towards best girl-friends. He wasn’t planning on going and instead was going to enjoy a night out with his buddies at the local tavern.

You checked the clock and squealed with excitement seeing that it was that time.

“Im going to get going now. I’m meeting Whitney at her place.” You said walking over to the bed to put your foot to tie your shoe.

“Your going to be five minutes early. What your going to leave me so soon? Your poor, poor, boyfriend who you’ve grown so used to you don’t wanna be around him.” Bill teased leaning over you so you were nearly nose to nose.

Instead of kissing him like he was expecting you pressed your palm to his face and shoved him away from you.

“No kisses for you.” You teased.

You stood up and went to walk towards the door but Bill pulled you towards his chest and wrapped his arms around you resting his chin on your head. He began to kiss from your temple down to your shoulder and you giggled.

“Still not convinced.”

“C'mon babe.” He whined.

You couldn’t deny him when he whined cutely and turned around to kiss him for a few short seconds.

“Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go meet up with my friend.” You said grabbing a hoodie from the closet.

“Got your keys?” Bill asked.

“Yep.” You replied picking them up.

“Got your wallet?”

“Yes. Bill, I got everything.” You sighed exasperated well walking towards the door.

“Got your phone?”

You froze in the spot and sighed, “Nope.”

You walked over to the charger and pulled it off before tucking it in your pocket unaware that Bill stopping you actually had helped save your life.

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Science buddies

Isak and Sana study at her place, she tells him what’s been bothering her. Isak meets Yousef.

“Okay, the symbol Sb stands for stibnum or stibnite. What is the modern name of this element?” Sana asks as she and Isak sit on the floor of her living room, using the coffee table as a desk.

Isak squints for a moment, holding up a hand when Sana goes to answers. “Wait, wait, I know this give me a sec.”

Sana closes her mouth and leans back against the couch, waiting.

“Antimoy!” Isak shouts suddenly and excited. “I’m right, right? Tell me I’m right.”

Sana chuckles as she nods. “Correct, stibnum is the old name for antimoy,”

“Thank fuck,” Isak says letting out a sigh of relief. “I didn’t think Chemistry would be this hard, Biology was a breeze.”

“Maybe it’s not so much that the subject is hard, but that you are distracted with other things,” Sana says throwing Isak a knowing smirk as Isak starts to blush. “Like sucking face with a certain giant, you recently moved in with?”

“Everyone acts like that’s all we do,” Isak says with a little pout on his face.

Sana raises an eyebrow at that. “It’s not?”

“No,” Isak shakes his head. “We also watch his highly pretentious movies while he goes on and on about the cinematic genius it went into every shot and listen to shitty pop music which he makes me dance to with him.”

Sana grins widely at the picture that makes in her head and the boy before her who is trying to control his own goofy smile. “You love every second of it, don’t you?”

Isak shrugs bashful, a small genuine smile on his face. “Yeah.”

Sana nods, placing a hand over Isak, giving it a squeeze when he looks up at her. “I’m glad, Isak,” Sana says her voice quiet, and she means it. She’s happy for the boy in front of her who she can honestly call a friend, but she’d be lying if she didn’t admit to feeling a pang at not having anything even close to what he has. “Everyone should be as happy as you and Even are, you guys are lucky to have found it.”

Isak stares at Sana for a moment, holding on to her hand when she tries to remove it from his. “Are you okay, Sana?”

Sana startles at the question, wondering when was the last time anyone asked her that. When was the last time anyone even noticed that she might not be?

“I-“ Sana starts to bluff her way out of the question, of course, she’s fine. Everyone expects her to be fine all the time, she’s Sana Bakkoush, she’s untouchable.

“Sana?” Isak questions again gently.

She lets out a sigh and feels like a balloon deflating, her energy drained. “I’ve been better.”

Isak waits quietly for her to continues, and when she opens her mouth, it all starts pouring out, like a sudden flood, fast and unstoppable. Her disconnect from her friends and their lack of awareness, Vilde endless sex conversations. Her brother’s friends and the girls’ interest in them. She whispers her own interest in Yousef and the confusing feelings whenever he’s around, Isak smiles at that and she rolls her eyes in return while a small smile tugs on her own lips, feeling lighter with each word that passes her lips. When she’s done, she left out another breath, the tension in her shoulders easing.

“A little better?” Isak asks, his shoulder pressing into hers, having moved closer during her talking.

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efflorescence // peter parker au

summary : efflorescence, v. ; reach an optimum state of development; blossom. much like your feelings for a certain brown eyed, kind hearted gryffindor that goes by the name of peter benjamin parker. 

author’s note : this can be read as a standalone like it’s pretty self explanatory but i’ll always have all the parts linked and if you want to be tagged in any future parts of this series let me know okay thanks babes :)

 part one 

  A gleaming, golden prefect sat upon the pocket of your primly pressed, uniform shirt as you did your best to retain the information that the renowned author Newt Scamander had so time-consumingly written down in the hopes of creating this textbook. However, this was particularly challenging today. There was no hope in furthering your studies any longer, you simply couldn’t concentrate due to Michelle Jones’ incessant, blatant staring at you as you thumbed through the green book distractedly. With a sharp look toward her, you slammed your book down on the table in the library, earning yourself a glare from Madam Pince. “What, Michelle?” 

   The Ravenclaw girl shrugged, opening her own book and pretending to be disinterested in your vexation that was aimed so carefully at her. She knew fully well that you could scarcely concentrate when someone was looking at you, so naturally she used it to her advantage most of the time. “Nothing, nothing,” she waved you off, looking at her Defense Against the Dark Arts essay once again. “Well actually…” she playfully grins, sliding her essay out of her way as she places her hands upon the desk. “A little owl told me that you did Amortentia in Potions yesterday and you neglected to tell me such a thing. I can only assume it’s because you fancy me, and if not, you’re incorrect. But, even if you don’t, it must be someone we’re friends or else you would’ve gushed about it to me immediately.” Sometimes, her intuitiveness really got on your nerves. 

   You stare at her wearily, looking between your book and her smirking face. “It’s you, MJ, you caught me,” you deadpan with a roll of your eyes, taking out a quill and beginning to outline your notes in the margin of Newt’s book. She yanks the quill out of your hand after a full moment of silence, placing it under her seat so that you can’t snag it back without having to leave your chair, which you knew Madam Pince would go on about because you’d be causing a disturbance.

   “First of all, don’t write in the book,” she says. “Second of all, it’s not me. It’s someone else…” Michelle trails off, scanning the room for potential victims. Her eyes land on Flash and she lights up. “Oooh, is it Flash?” Her grin is almost scary. She eyes the other Ravenclaw intently. “Peter is not gonna like that,” she mumbles under her breath, her eyes still crinkled at the corners. You furrow your brow. 

   “What does Peter have to do with anything?” You inquire, your voice hitching nervously as you say his name. Michelle alertly straightens her back, her head tilted owlishly at you. “I- I- I mean, like, we weren’t talking about him or- or anything so… you know, sort of a quite random topic of conversation, yeah?” You smile at her, though it’s probably the least convincing thing you’ve ever done. Michelle lets herself smirk again, which is a change from her usual impassive expression that she wore quite often, and you know that she knows exactly what you’re thinking before you can even stop thinking it. 

   One day, she was going to make a perfectly skilled Legilimens. 

   “What’re you looking at me that way for?”

   She shrugs, looking thoroughly entertained. “Oh, well, it’s just that you’re blushing more than Professor Longbottom when his wife visits him in the middle of a lesson, which as we both know, is a lot. And, also, it all started when I mentioned Peter. A bit interesting.” Michelle rests her chin atop her hand, her elbow perched on the table, her unwavering gaze actually slightly threatening. “So, was it Peter?” She prompts impatiently. 

    You run a hand through your hair, looking around the room to ensure neither Peter, nor his self proclaimed partner in crime Ned, were standing by waiting for you to spill your secrets. Then, you lean forward, saying in a quiet and agitated huff, “All right Michelle, fine, I’ll tell you. It- it was Peter, okay? It was him in the Amortentia. Now just leave me alone about it, okay?” You gather your things hurriedly and pack them into your bag, leaving a dumbfounded Michelle sitting at the table in the library by lonesome, as she used to prefer. You practically fly out of the library, the quill sitting underneath Michelle’s chair abandoned as you make your way back to your common room. Michelle pinches the bridge of her nose. You and Peter were absolutely exasperating sometimes. 

    You were extremely distraught about having smelled things that you associated with your best friend in that potion. The internal conflict was enough to make you never want to see him again, although that could never possibly work. He was your best friend, always would be, no matter what. But still. It was the scent of his uncle’s old cologne, and it was so distinctly Peter that it couldn’t be anyone else. No one else had a scent that nice, that made you feel as safe as Peter did when he hugged you in that reassuring, comforting, soft Peter way. There was no trying to hide it, it was impossible to even come with a different explanation or a lie for what you had smelled there. Not to mention the bloody apple pie. May’s recipe of course. Because the world was just that bloody kind to you. 

   Your internal rant was halted when Peter suddenly came out of nowhere, the sleeve of your robe clutched in his hand as he pulls you into a deserted corridor. “Peter, what the bloody fuck was that for? I almost jammed my wand into your eye,” you exclaim, waving your wand in his face for emphasis as the boy glances around to make sure you’re alone. You ignore the pounding of your heart, loud enough that you hear it in your ears. 

   “Sorry,” he says, face flushed presumably from the uncharacteristic athleticism he’s just performed. “Had to. You’re avoiding me. Have been since yesterday, and I know you think I haven’t noticed, but well, I have. You’re my best friend, ‘course I noticed. So, have at it. Tell me what I’ve done wrong and I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” He’s panting slightly, his nose turning pink with each word he says, but he’s so sincere when he says that he promises to make it up to you that you can’t help but engulf him in a hug, and the both of you breathe in that comforting scent that you found in the Amortentia less than twenty four hours ago. The scent that you’ve been thinking about unceasingly since you dashed out of Potions, lying in your four poster bed staring up at the sunflower yellow canopy still thinking about it, and him. The scent that he’s been wishing for for years now, despite not acknowledging it. 

    “You’re fine, Peter,” you mumble, your fingers curling against his robes. “Promise. I’ve just been stressed, s’all. That’s it. I just needed some time by myself. To- to study and whatnot. Michelle helped me put things in perspective.” That wasn’t exactly a lie. She did, in her own odd way. “I’m good now.” 

   Peter let out a sigh of relief, arms around you tightly with no sign letting go in sight. “Okay, good, thought I was losing you there for a sec.” He laughs nervously into your shoulder, then continues, “Anyways, um, how about some alone time, but with me? So you’re alone, but I’m there too. Makes being alone ten times better.” 

    You pull back first, smiling at him. “Well, then I’m not really alone.” 

    “Yeah, ‘cause who wants to be alone when they can be with me?” His lips quirk a bit in his boyish way and you link your arm though his, not seeing the way his eyes lit up as you did. You couldn’t counter his argument with a witty saying of your own, so you just walked silently alongside him, contemplating if maybe he wanted to be with you, too. 

  Spoiler alert: it’s the only thing in the world that he wants, besides maybe not being the next chosen one and having his Uncle Ben back in his and May’s life. He understands that two of those things can’t possibly happen, so he holds out for the day when you want to be with him, too. Which is today, here and now naturally, but it wouldn’t be much of a story if the two of you realized such a thing already. 

    You’re sitting with him by the Black Lake, staring up at the clouds with your robes billowing in the breeze. His tie is undone, his hair windswept again, as it always seems to be. He’s always in a rush to get somewhere. When he’s with you, though, he takes his time. Like there’s nothing else he’d rather be doing and nowhere else he’d rather be. So you sit with him quietly, conversing back and forth about the inevitability of the future. 

    “So, magizoologist, huh? Wouldn’t have expected it,” he says to you, lying down on the grass as he peers up at a cloud passing by that looks a bit like a dragon. 

   You lie down next to him, staring up at the same cloud. “Yeah, well, I like animals and I was inspired by Newt Scamander.” 

    Peter turns his head so you can see him roll his eyes, a jealous heat settling on his neck. “By what? His dreamy eyes and his hair? I’ve got hair, too.” He rolls his eyes again, and you lean over to pinch his elbow. 

    “You don’t have eyes then? Didn’t notice,” you tease. You’ve noticed his eyes before, often enough. It was hard not to. “He was a brilliant man, Peter. His book is quite insightful as well. He was an absolute darling, anyway. Have you seen his pictures. Adorable.” 

    The strangely jealous boy beside you scoffs, unaware that he had your heart already and no one else would ever take that from you. “Whatever. Bloody prat, if you ask me. Full of himself, probably. And he’s like two hundred and something by now.”

    “He was not full of himself,” you argue. “Plus, age is but a number.” Peter folds his arms across his chest, giving you another scowl. “You’re awfully worked about this. I’m only joking, Pete. I think the subject is intriguing and animals work well with me, ‘specially unicorns. Hagrid takes me into the forest sometimes ‘cause apparently they work really well with me. It’s not just ‘cause of a pretty boy that lived a hundred years ago whose grandson is going to start school with us in, like, three years. You’re being ridiculous.” 

    “Sorry, sorry. You’d be great at it, Y/N, you know that. You’re, you know, perfect at everything you do or something like that,” he mutters, clearing his throat just then. “I just mean, like, if you talk about him like that, it might make people that fancy you think you don’t return the feelings, and I wouldn’t want that to happen to you because you deserve a nice boyfriend or girlfriend who’ll, you know, treat you right. Like you’re a queen and all that. I don’t want you to miss out on any opportunities. That’s it.” Which is the way I’d treat you, but whatever. Don’t mind me.  

  Your eyes scan his face with confusion before you ask, casually as if you’re not internally freaking out about this, “D’you- do you maybe know anyone that fancies me? If you do, you should tell me.” If it’s you, please tell me, so I know I’m not alone

   “Um, nope,” he clears his throat again. “No one comes to mind.” His voice squeaks, and he hopes you don’t notice. “You know anyone who fancies me?” 

   “No, no one comes to mind,” you echo, looking away from him. He stands up, suddenly feeling very embarrassed and anxious, checking his watch. “Class time yet?” You ask.  

   He nods solemnly, holding out a hand for you to take so he can pull you up from the grass. You take it but neither of you let go. You hold hands all the way to your Care of Magical Creatures lesson by Hagrid’s hut, which isn’t a particularly long walk, but your cheeks are still aflame when Peter retreats back toward the castle for Ancient Runes. Your dreamy sigh as you watch him leave doesn’t go unnoticed by Michelle or Ned, but they both leave you be about it, because if there’s anything those two know for sure, it’s that you and Peter will find your way to each other eventually, however long it takes. 

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