how long do my arms look though

Title: So Married

Rating: G

Word Count: 987

Summary: “Um, excuse me, Phil? You basically just outed us.” 

“Well, you outed the…dog calendar.”

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(huge huge thanks to the lovely @phanarchy for the idea!!)

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Taehyung takes being mean to you too far. Part.3

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Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung’s p.o.v

I don’t know what I’m doing here. I don’t know how I suddenly ended up walking my way here. But here I am, standing right in front of her front door. I knocked and I heard slow shuffling on the inside, I could’ve sworn she took five minutes just to get to the door. I hear the door unlock and the door handle turn. 

“Ya-” I cut myself off from telling her how she took so long to open the door. “You look like shit, what’s wrong with you?” She honestly looked as though she was about to pass out any second now. So I held her arm. 

“What are you doing here?” She slowly spoke out, obviously didn’t have the energy to fight back when I said that she looked like shit.

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A/N first imagine for IT, for my sweet angel boi Bill. He’s such a cutie pie. I hope you guys enjoy!! Thank you, anon, for requesting! Prompts 1 & 8 from this prompt list.

Summary: Reader wears Bill’s jacket, somehow causing them to confess how they feel

Warnings: just mention of the blood pact and Pennywise. Only once though.

Bill Denbrough

You shivered as you sat on the cold, dead grass covered ground; the same ground you and your best friends stood on when you all made a blood pact together that you’d come back to Derry in twenty seven years of It came back. But for now, you all had tried to shove that out of your mind. For now, you were normal teenagers that hadn’t fought off a demonic shapeshifter.

Cursing yourself for forgetting to bring a jacket out with you as the slightly warm weather began to turn chilly as the day got closer to ending, you noticed that Bill had taken off his heavy jacket as he had a long sleeve shirt underneath and had gotten hot. He noticed you staring, as you were sitting next to him, and saw that your arms were crossed tightly across your chest to try and keep semi warm. “D-d-do you wa-want my jacket?” He asked you over Richie’s blabbering. You looked up at him, a soft smile on your lips,“I’m okay, thanks though.” Bill looked unsure, as he knew how stubborn you were,“Are y-you sure, Y/N? You lo-look r-really cold.”

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We’re Getting Married

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 7923

Author’s Note: So, I love wedding stuff and I planned one out for a Dylan fic and I basically wrote this in one day! Eh? Hopefully you guys will like it. It’s super cute and smutty! Thanks to @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me. Pst, she’s amazing.

You can find all the wedding stuff here

12:00 a.m.

I sat at the island in Dylan’s apartment with a glass of water, looking at the engagement ring on my finger, a small smile on my lips. I still can’t believe he asked me to marry him. Dylan and I have been together for over six years and now we’re going to start the next chapter of our lives and I couldn’t be more excited. I’ve been rummaging through many different wedding venues, trying to figure out where we want our wedding. Dyl said that it doesn’t matter where we have it, as long as I’m there along with our friends and family. I’ve always wanted to get married on the beach, because I absolutely love the ocean. I’ve found a couple of places on the beach that hold weddings and managed to pick one, after thinking it over for hours on end. We had decided for the wedding colors to be aqua and white.

I glanced back at my ring, thinking about that day again, never being able to forget it. It was the best day of my life and Dylan made it feel so romantic.

I walked into the apartment after I got done work, seeing Dylan sitting at the island, scrolling through his phone. I closed the door, grabbing his attention and he smiled, walking over to me, greeting me with a chaste kiss to the lips.

“Hey baby,” Dylan muttered against my lips, giving me a few more kisses before we head into the kitchen, sitting at the island. He takes my hand in his as I tell him about my day and how shitty it had been at work. He stood up, walking behind me as he pressed his thumbs into my shoulder, making me groan out in pleasure, feeling his lips against my bare shoulder. He’s literally the sweetest boyfriend I’ve ever had. “I have a surprise for you tonight,” He whispered into my ear and I lean my head back against his chest, looking up at him upside down.

“Oh really?” I asked, feeling a little excited as he nodded his head, placing a kiss to my forehead. I stand up, resting my hands against his chest as he wraps his arms around my waist. “Can I have a hint?” I questioned, biting my lip as he shook his head, chuckling.

“Nope, now go get ready,” He told me and I walked past him, his hand coming down on my ass playfully. I turned around, my lips parted as he has an adorable smirk on his lips.

“That’ll cost you, O’Brien.” I nibbled on my bottom lip, seeing him step closer to me. He wrapped his arm around my lower back, his large hand squeezing my ass cheek.

“You love it and you know it,” He whispered, growling slightly as my heartbeat picks up. He pulled me into a rough kiss, biting my bottom lip as I let out a moan, gripping his shirt in my hands. He pulled away and both of us were panting, getting a little hot as he leaned his forehead against mine. “We should really get going.” I nodded my head, my eyes closed as I try to calm my heartbeat.

I walked into the bedroom, looking through the closet for a cute but casual outfit, since Dylan’s wearing a flannel with a white t-shirt underneath it, paired with black jeans and his favorite adidas shoes. I pull out a sundress, the same sundress I wore on our first date and a large grin was on my lips. He always told me that he loved me in this dress.

I walked into the living room and Dylan glances up at me before looking back down at his phone, until his eyes moved back onto my figure. I stood there in a strapless sundress, the chest area being a beige color while the skirt is light blue and flowy. I had placed on my gladiator sandals and put on very light makeup.

“W-Wow. You look just as beautiful as you did on our first date. Maybe even more beautiful.” He smiled, walking over to me, his eyes roaming my body. I silently thanked him as I blushed, looking at the ground as his hand lightly intertwined our fingers. “Ready?” He asked and I nodded my head, smiling at him as we walked out of the apartment, hand in hand as we walked downtown, which was five minutes from where we live. We walked into our favorite restaurant, walking up to the host at the podium. “Take out for O’Brien?” The hostess nodded, going into the back as my eyebrows furrowed together, confused why he got take out. I was about to question him when she came back with the food, handing it to Dylan. He thanked her, taking my hand in his again before walking out, leading me towards the memorial park. I saw a picnic blanket placed on the ground, candles lit around it as my heart swells.

“Oh my god, Dylan. This is absolutely adorable. I love this.” I placed a kiss to his cheek as I sat on my knees. He sets some of the food on plates, handing me one of them as we ate in a comfortable silence, looking up at the stars every once in awhile. After we had finished eating, he pulled me off the ground, walking along the pathway that’s near a river, enjoying the sounds of the water. We stopped near the water, my arms wrapped around his waist as I rested my head against his shoulder, standing in silence.

“You know I love you, right?” Dylan asked and I looked up at him, nodding my head. He smiled at me, looking past me, his lips parting slightly. “Woah, look at that,” He said and I turned around, trying to find the thing he was looking at. I turned around, ready to ask him what he was looking at when I noticed that he was on one knee. I let out a soft gasp, covering my mouth with my hand. “Y/N, you’ve always meant so much to me and I honestly don’t know what I would do without you in my life. The more I got to know you throughout the years, I fell more in love with you, even when I thought that it wasn’t possible.” He paused, clearing his throat as I can see tears welling up, the same happening to me as I try to blink the blurriness away. “I was so happy when you agreed to go on our first date that I couldn’t contain my excitement, and that happens before every date we go on. I love you so, so much that I want to start the next chapter of our life together. So, would you do the honor and becoming my wife, Mrs. O’Brien?” He finished and a few tears slid down my cheeks, nodding my head repeatedly.

“Yes, Dylan. Of course,” I cried, laughing a bit as he stood up, sliding the beautiful engagement ring onto my ring finger before bringing me into a kiss. Both his hands rested on my face as he put all the passion into this one kiss. I pulled away, looking at the ring on my finger, a wide smile on my lips as I can feel Dylan’s eyes on me.

“I was really nervous to ask you,” He muttered and I looked up at him, laying a hand on his shoulder.

“Why? Baby, we’ve been together for six years. I’ve fallen in love with you so hard. But, I’m glad you didn’t chicken out because I’ve been thinking about you asking me for about a year.” I smiled at him and he pressed a small kiss to my lips.

“I love you.”

I smiled at the memory, getting little glimpses of it every time I look at the ring. A hand laid against my waist making me jump, turning around to see a very tired Dylan. He rubbed his eye, pressing a tired kiss to my head. “How long have you been up, baby?” He mumbled lowly.

“I couldn’t sleep. I get too excited thinking about the wedding, even though it’s months away.” I smiled, his head resting against my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my waist. He looked at the wedding dress catalogue that was placed in front of me, his lips pressed to my shoulder.

“You should try to get a little sleep. You do have a dress appointment tomorrow and our friends don’t need you being grumpy while trying to find a dress,” He chuckled and I closed the book, turning around, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“You’re right.” I smiled and he wrapped one of his arms around my waist, the other placed behind my knees, picking me up bridal style as he walked us to our room, dropping me onto the bed before crawling on top of me. He trailed kisses from the top of my breast up towards my neck. I bite my lip, moving my head to the side, giving him more access as he bit and sucked on the skin under my earlobe. His lips moved up my jawline, pressing a few kisses to my lips.

“You know, if you’re not tired, I could help you get to sleep.” He smirked and I bit my lip, feeling my panties dripping with arousal. I nodded my head and he pressed his lips to mine again before he moved down my body, lying in between my legs. Dylan pressed his thumb against my clit, making my hips buck up, letting out a tiny moan as he looked up at me, continuing to draw figure eights through my panties. I leaned on my elbows, watching him as he pushed my panties to the side, dipping his head down before licking up my pussy, circling his tongue around my clit.

“O-Oh, Dylan,” I moaned out, leaning my head back as my eyes fluttered shut. He licked up my folds a few more times before diving in, poking his tongue through my folds, finding my entrance. His hands gripped my hips as I writhed underneath him, one hand roaming, gripping onto the comforter as my other hand grips onto his hair. His nose nudged my clit as his tongue explored and every once in awhile, he’ll trail back towards my clit, making shapes with his tongue. Moans escaped my lips as he bit down softly, my back arching and I swear at one point he had spelled out his name. Two of his fingers pressed against my entrance as his attention with his tongue stayed on my clit. He slipped his fingers in easily as my arousal has coated my walls and he began pumping his fingers in and out of me. I let out breathy moans as his fingertips brushed against my sweet spot, making me scream out. My walls clenched on his fingers as my orgasm was closing in. Dylan hummed against my clit, pumping his fingers faster as I moved my hips uncontrollably, thrusting my hips all around and he looked up at me, licking his lips.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my fingers.” He smirked, adding another finger before picking up the pace, his mouth landing on my clit once more as I screamed out, arching my back as both hands gripped the sheets. My toes curled as I began to cum all over his fingers, moaning loudly. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of me slowly, prolonging my orgasm. After my high had died down, I watched Dylan lick his fingers clean before crawling back up towards me, pressing his lips against mine, faintly tasting my juices on his lips. I was panting underneath him, becoming tired as he pressed a kiss to my cheek before sliding off of me, laying in the space next to me.

“You certainly know what you’re doing,” I mumbled, laying on my side, facing him. He chuckled, scooting closer to me, wrapping his arm around my waist, grazing his fingers against my lower back. I nuzzled my head into his neck, closing my eyes as I rest my hands against his chest.

“I know you really well, baby girl. I know everything that gets you off. Now, get some rest, alright?” He whispered and I nodded my head, sleep overcoming as I barely heard Dylan. “I love you so much, Mrs. O’Brien.”

I woke up to the feeling of lips against my shoulder blade and I let out a groan, turning over. I’m almost asleep again when fingers brushed the hair out of my face, and I open my eyes slowly, squinting at the sunlight shining throughout the room. Dylan’s face comes into view, a grin on his lips as he’s fully dress, leaning onto the bed. “Hi, baby,” I mumbled and he smiled, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“Morning, baby girl. How’d you sleep?” He asked, tucking some hair behind my ear. I sat up, rubbing my eyes as I looked towards the clock. 11:21 a.m.

“Like a baby. It seemed that your theory proved to work,” I giggled, running a hand through my hair as I get up, heading into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Once I finished brushing my teeth, I walked back into the bedroom, finding Dylan sitting on the edge of the bed, talking to someone on the phone. I looked at him confused, wondering who it is and he had mouthed “wedding planner” to me. I nodded my head, smiling, excited to see what she’s got for us and I walked over to him, straddling his lap as he glances up me, his eyes widening.

“Ye-Yeah. Y/N’s going shopping for her dress today and she’ll be letting me know when’s she done if you want to meet up after.” He mentioned and I could hear her talking his ear off. I dipped my head into his neck, grazing my lips softly over the skin as his free hand squeezes my hip. He let out “mhm’s” every once in a while as I continued to nip at his skin, grinding my hips a bit to tease him. He’s been on the phone for about fifteen minutes as I watched him, giving him a small smile as I ran my fingers through his hair. When he finally gets off the phone, he kisses my lips, letting out a small moan as his hands roam my waist and hips. My phone rings and I pull away from him, pulling it off of the night stand, seeing Steff calling me.

“Hello?” I answered, Dylan’s lips moving to my neck as the roles had reversed.

“Hey, we’re leaving in about five minutes. We’ll be there in probably ten to fifteen minutes, alright?” She asked and I nodded my head, loving the feeling of his lips against my sweet spot, almost making my moan out. “Y/N?” She asks, making sure I was still there.

“Y-Yeah, I’m here. I mean, yeah, I’ll be ready.” I let out a breathy moan as he bites my skin.

“Alright,” She chuckles, knowing exactly what’s happening, “I’ll let you go be with your man now, but don’t forget, fifteen minutes.” I let out a “yeah” and she hung up. Dylan pulls the phone out of my hand, pressing his lips to mine once more as I ran my hands against his shoulder, trailing them into his hair. His hands move to my ass, squeezing lightly, moving my hips against his semi-hard on.

“F-Fuck, baby,” I muttered, my lips hovering over his as I can feel his breath hit my face. “I-I really need to get ready.” I whispered as he continued to grind against me, his breathing becoming heavier.

“God, I wish we had more time,” He groaned, letting me go and I press a loving kiss to his lips before I get off his lap. I pulled out a pair of leggings and one of his flannels, getting dressed quickly. As I passed him, I noticed he had adjusted himself, watching me.

“If I didn’t have to leave in five minutes,” I leaned in towards his ear, whispering, “I’d totally suck that wonderful cock of yours.” I heard him groan and I smile, kissing his cheek before going back into the bathroom to put some deodorant and perfume on. I quickly put some shoes on, hearing honking outside and I grab my purse off of my dresser, heading towards the door, Dylan trailing behind me. I opened the door, seeing the girls in the car, waving at me and I smile, turning towards Dylan, pressing a loving kiss to his lips. “Goodbye, baby. I’ll see you after the appointment, okay?” I asked and he nodded his head, kissing my lips again.

“Of course. I love you,” He whispered and I smiled, giving him one more kiss.

“I love you too, Dylan.” I give him a tight hug, hearing the girls wolf whistling from behind me and I roll my eyes, laughing. I waved him goodbye, getting into the backseat of Steff’s car, greeting my best friends. We drove to David’s Bridal, everyone clearly excited to find me the perfect dress for our wedding, getting overly excited myself.

After we parked the car, the six of us had walked into David’s Bridal, getting one of the consultant’s attention. She walked up to us, greeting us as I give her a small wave.

“Who’s the bride?” She asked and I raised my hand, smiling widely. She smiled as well, shaking my hand and introducing herself as Amber to us. “And who are these lovely ladies?” Amber asked and I looked back at them.

“We have the maid of honor, Lau and my bridesmaid’s, Steff, Malissa, Bekah, and Cait.” I smiled and she brought us to a couch that has a pedestal in front of it. We all sat down as my attention was brought to her.

“So, what kind of dress are you looking for?” She asked.

“I was thinking a ball gown with a sweetheart neckline, but I don’t want it really poofy or extravagant. Simple, but elegant is perfectly fine with me.” I smiled and she brought me along with her, leaving the girls to mingle to themselves.

After trying on about ten dresses, I finally found the one that I truly feel like a bride in. The bodice of the dress has a beautiful pattern with a long skirt that’s not too poofy. It’s absolutely beautiful. Dylan’s going to love this.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Y/N,” Lau mentioned and all the girls hollered, agreeing with her as tears began to pool, looking at myself in the mirror. Amber had put a veil on me, and the tears slid down my cheeks as I let out a small sob, covering my mouth with my hand. All of them had gotten up, bringing me into a group hug as I chuckled. They had taken my measurements and told me that to come back in about a month. The wedding is in two months. It’s creeping around the corner and I can’t wait for the say I can become Mrs. O’Brien.

The girls dropped me off at the house, hollering a goodbye as Steff drove off. I turned around to walk into my apartment, seeing Dylan standing at the doorstep, keys in his hands. He smiled, stalking towards me, wrapping his arms around me, twirling us around. I chuckled, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Did you seriously miss me already?” I asked as he put me down, mushing his soft lips against my cheek.

“I did.” He chuckled, placing his lips near my ear, “I seriously wish you would’ve had more time, I came so, so much earlier.” He smirked and I bit my lip, running my hand down his chest.

“You’re such a tease.” I looked up at him. He leaned down, pressing his lips against mine before intertwining our fingers, leading me to the car.

“Yeah, well you did the same thing to me earlier, so it’s payback.” He smiled and I shook my head, getting into the passenger seat, grabbing his hand. He drove towards the cafe that we’re meeting her, both of us singing together on the way. “Are you excited?” He asked and I looked over at him, smiling widely.

“Of course, baby. You should’ve seen me at the dress appointment. I cried, happy tears of course.” He glanced over at me, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb.

“You cried?” He repeated and I nodded my head. He bit his lip, a look of concentration on his face before glancing back at me. “D-Did you get a dress?” He questioned and I nodded my head again.

“I did. It’s absolutely beautiful, Dylan,” I told him as he parked the car on the street, both of us getting out of the car, heading into the building. Our wedding planner calls us over, sitting in the booth across from her as his arm is wrapped around my shoulder and I intertwined our fingers

“Hi guys!” She said, excitingly. “Did you find a dress, Y/N?” She asked and I nodded my head, taking out my phone, I pull up a picture, making sure Dylan didn’t see it as I gave her my phone. The smile on her face widened as she closed out of the app, handing it back to me. “It’s absolutely beautiful and it matches the beach perfectly.”

“Oh good.” I smiled, leaning against Dylan as she pulled out her ipad.

“So, I had a designer set up what you wanted for the wedding ceremony and I have a digital view of it if you want to see.” She mentioned, handing us the ipad and I looked at it, falling in love with how it looks. In the drawing there was a bamboo looking archway, aqua curtains tied to the side, leaving triangles of blue in each corner with star fish and sea shells hanging off of it, chairs covered in a white cover with a aqua ribbon on the back of them, a white fabric leading to the altar, rose petals placed along it with star fishes on each side of it, sitting on some seaweed. They also placed handmade palm trees that have star fishes on them throughout the space.

Dylan looked down at me as I kept staring at the venue in front of me, my heart swelling as I picture Dylan and I standing at the end, hand in hand. “I absolutely love it. I can totally see us standing at the end of this, can’t you?” I asked Dylan, looking up at him and he nods his head, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

“Great! I’ll tell the designer that you want this. Next to discuss is the cake,” She mentioned and grabbed a picture out of the bag, showing it to us. “I told the bakery exactly what you wanted and they came up with this.” The picture showed a three tiered beige cake, patterns at the top of each tier. It’s covered in white and blue seashells, which goes with the theme of the wedding, a seahorse on the top tier, along with flowers and starfish decorated throughout the entire cake.

“It’s perfect,” Dylan mentions and I nod my head in agreement. She smiled widely, taking the picture from us, placing it back in her bag.

“You guys are probably the best couple I’ve planned a wedding for, because you guys know exactly what you want. I think this is all I’m needed for. I heard that your family is going to cook for the wedding?” I nodded my head, giving her a smile.

“Yeah, we’re not having a whole lot of people so my mom had volunteered, along with his mom.” She nodded her head, packing up her stuff.

“Well, that’s it for me. It was an absolute pleasure working with both of you. I wish you a happy marriage.” She smiled before heading out of the cafe.

“Soon to be Mrs. O’Brien,” Dylan muttered, kissing my lips softly.

The wedding was in less than twenty four hours and I haven’t seen Dylan since this morning, since it’s tradition for the bride and groom be away from each other the day and night before the wedding. I looked at our closet, seeing my wedding dress hanging up, a large grin on my lips, playing with the ring on my finger. A knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts, looking towards it seeing the girls standing there. I smiled as the came in, sitting on the bed with me.

“So, how are you feeling? Nervous?” Mal asked me and I nodded my head, biting my lip as I play with my fingers.

“Yeah. I’m just hoping that he doesn’t get cold feet, ya know?” I questioned and they nodded their head.

“Absolutely,” Lau started, patting my hand. “I felt the exact same way when Posey and I were getting married, but you and Dyl are stupidly in love with each other. Everything’s going to be fine.” She smiled and I nodded my head, missing him dearly.

“So, you guys know what order you’re walking down the aisle right?” I asked and everyone nodded their head.

“Y/N, don’t worry about anything but yourself, okay?” Bekah asked and I nodded my head again, giving a small smile. “Good, now get some sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.” The girls bid my goodnight, leaving the room, closing the door behind them and I got under the covers, looking at my phone screen, seeing a picture of Dyl and I from a couple years ago. I smiled at the picture of us standing on the beach, his lips pressed to my cheek as I looked like a chipmunk. I unlocked my phone, dialing Dylan’s number, needing to talk to him.

“Baby?” Dylan asked, worry laced in his voice and I smiled, great to hear his voice. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I-I just miss you,” I muttered, laying against my pillow as I close my eyes, picturing him here with me.

“I miss you too, baby. But, in less than twelve hours, I get to get married to my best friend and lover and I can’t wait,” He mentioned and I smiled widely, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“I can’t wait either,” I muttered, my eyes drooping shut as tiredness has washed over me, falling asleep with Dylan still on the phone.

“Baby?” Dylan asked, receiving nothing on my end and he smiled, knowing that I must’ve fallen asleep. It’s something I did when he was away on filming. “I love you, so much. Never forget that.” He mumbled before hanging up the phone, falling asleep himself.

I woke up to the girls barging into my room, yelling and a few of them jumping on my bed, startling me. I placed a hand over my heart, letting out a breath as I chuckle. “You guys really know how to give someone a wake up call.”

“IT’S YOUR WEDDING DAY!” Mal yelled throughout the house, running into my room. “Y/N, you’re getting married today. Like, oh my god.” She gave me a hug and I return it, smiling widely.

“Alright, we’ve got about three hours until your wedding so we need to get started on your hair.” Cait mentioned and I got up, putting on a robe, sitting in the chair in front of the vanity. Lau left the room to go get ready, along with the other girls as Caitlin stayed behind to work on my hair. Music was blaring throughout the apartment, Cait curling my hair before putting it in a french braid. It had taken about an hour and a half to get my hair to cooperate and the girls helped Cait put the starfish and silver beads in my hair along with a white flower.

“We should just finish getting ready at the venue. There’s a room that I can use in case I almost ran out of time. We’ve got about an hour and a half left and I don’t want to be late,” I mentioned to the girls and they nodded their heads, going to get their stuff as I kept the robe on, zipping the bag of the dress up, carefully bringing it out to the car. All the girls were dressed in their light blue dresses, piling into the car as Mal drove us to the venue. When we arrived, we saw Tyler, Posey, Ryan, and Daniel walking towards the building as they noticed us. They walked over to us, Posey giving Lau a quick kiss to the lips as the others press kisses to their date’s cheeks, leaving Cait out of the loop. I linked our arms together, walking towards the building as my mom had carried my dress in. “Don’t worry Cait, you’ll find someone at the reception, I’m sure of it!” I smiled at her and she returned it.

I had just finished putting the dress on, fitting perfectly as my mom puts on the veil. I look at myself in the long mirror, tears pooling. “I can’t believe it’s finally happening.” I muttered, smiling widely as I wipe the tears from my eyes, being careful not to ruin my makeup.

Dylan had finished getting ready, placing the blue flower on his suit, checking himself out in the mirror as his best man and the groomsmen had came into the room. “How are the nerves, Dyl?” Daniel asked, shoving his hands in his pocket as Dylan rubs his hands together.

“It’s there, but a little died down.” He smiled, wondering what I had looked like. Posey patted him on the back, as they all had a bro hug. Dylan’s mom comes into the room, requesting Dylan’s assistance since the wedding was to start in five minutes. Dylan walked out onto the beach, standing on his side of the altar, his hands becoming sweaty slightly.

“Ready?” The minister asked and Dyl smiled, nodding his head.

Bekah had handed me my bouquet, which is absolutely beautiful. It had blue and white flowers throughout it with sea shells and beads. I grabbed it into my hand as a knock on the door ranged through the room. My dad walked in, giving me a small smile.

“Ready?” He asked and I nodded my head as the girls had gone with their dates, getting ready to walk down the aisle. Lau and Posey went first, Cait and Cody went second, Bekah and Daniel went third, then Mal and Ryan, and Steff and Tyler went last. I stood with my dad, our arms linked together as the wedding music had started, signaling us to start walking. We walked slowly down the aisle, feeling everyone’s eyes on me as my eyes stayed on Dylan. His eyes widened as he saw me walking down the aisle, a large grin on his lips as my dad had let go of my arm, letting me step up to where Dylan is, giving my bouquet to Lau.

“You may be seated.” The minister mentioned to our guests, before looking between Dylan and I. “We’re gathered here today to welcome these two into matrimony.” My eyes stayed on Dylan as I drank him in, thinking he looked absolutely handsome in his tuxedo.

“You look beautiful.” He mouthed to me and I blushed, biting my lip.

“Dylan, please repeat after me.” The minister started, before continuing. “I, Dylan, take you, Y/N, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.” Dylan had repeated it, his eyes looking into mine the entire time as he held my hands in his. The minister turned to me. “Y/N, please repeat after me.” He repeated. “I, Y/N, take you, Dylan, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.” I repeated his words, continuing to look into Dylan’s eyes, smiling widely.

“Do you, Dylan, take Y/N to be your wife?” The minister asked.

“I do.” My heart skipped a beat at his words.

“Do you, Y/N, take Dylan to be your husband?”

“I do.” I whispered, my heart pounding against my chest as we put our wedding rings onto each other’s ring fingers.

“By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” He stepped away as Dylan pulled me in, pressing his lips to mine as if he hasn’t seen me in years. Everyone clapped and cheered as I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving my lips against his as his arms wrapped around my waist.

I grabbed my bouquet from Lau as Dylan and I walk down the aisle, everyone else behind me as we walk into the banquet hall for the reception. We had a big entrance as everyone clapped, welcoming the newlyweds and we sat down at the wedding table with the girls on one side and the guys on the other. Someone had clanked their glass and I saw my dad stand up, wanting to say something.

“I just want to say that Dylan, at first I was a little weary of you, but then I noticed how happy you made my daughter and since then, you’ve been like a second son to me and I’m glad to honor you into the family. Make sure you take care of her, alright.” We clapped as he sat back down, Dylan pressing his lips to the side of my head as Posey takes a turn.

“I’ve known Dylan since the first season of Teen Wolf and we are literally brothers from another mother.” I chuckled as he continued, “It was during the second season when he had brought Y/N on set for the first time, telling everyone that she was his girlfriend, and I couldn’t be any happier because I saw how happy she had made him. During the first half of the last season, he mentioned to me that he was going to ask her to marry him and I was shocked, honestly. But, overall, I couldn’t be happier for my brother to find the love of his life. Long live a happy marriage.” Everyone cheered and clapped as Posey sat down. Mal stood up from my group of friends, taking the microphone.

“We’ve known Y/N before she even had met Dylan and when she first mentioned him to us, she was so shy about it. She would blush a lot when she talked about him, about how sweet he was and how good of a kisser he is.” I blushed at the last part, feeling Dylan’s eyes on me and I looked up at him, seeing him smirk down at me. “We all knew that he was good for her, because he made her happier than any other guy she had been with. So, Dylan, you better make her happy or you’ll have five unhappy girls comin’ after your ass.” Mal gave him a stern looked and he looked a little scared before she smiled at him, lighting up the situation. Dylan chuckled, tightening his grip on me.

Everyone had just finished dinner and cake when the music came on, making everyone get out of their chairs, heading towards the dance floor. Dylan held out his hand towards me and I take it, intertwining our fingers as he led me to the dance floor.

“Now if we can join the bride and groom for their first dance,” The DJ mentioned and the song Make You Feel My Love by Adele began playing, Dylan wrapping his arms around my waist as I wrapped mine around his neck, leaning our foreheads together.

“I’m so glad I can finally call you Mrs. O’Brien,” Dylan mentioned and I smiled, loving the sound of it coming from his mouth as I looked up at him, pressing our lips together in a quick kiss. I rest my head on his chest, seeing everyone watch us dance in the middle of the room. When the song ended, we continued slow dancing as another slow song came on, watching everyone in the room dance with a significant other. I watched as my friends slow danced with their dates, seeing Caitlin near a corner of the room, talking to two guys, the three of them close together and I shook my head. I saw Lau kiss her husband, Posey, on the lips as they slow danced.

A few hours later of dancing, Dylan told me that we were leaving to go to our honeymoon tonight and I was super excited to see what he has planned. As I grabbed more cake, cause it’s absolutely delicious, I noticed Steff and Tyler sitting by themselves at a table, their lips locked together. I giggled, happy that all my friends are basically getting some. I already saw Mal and Ryan making out near the back door earlier, Daniel had made a move on Bekah when they were dancing, and Cait came to me, telling me she was leaving and I saw her walk out with two guys.

We made our way around, telling everyone goodbye as we were on a schedule. I gathered everyone together as I was going to throw the bouquet. I stood with my back facing the crowd, throwing the bouquet behind me, hearing a bunch of cheers as I turned around, seeing that Steff had caught it. I gave all my girlfriends a hug before giving my parents one. Dylan picked me up bridal style, carrying me out to the car that’s going to drive us to our destination.

The driver told us we were here after sitting in the car for a few hours and both of us got out, seeing a log cabin in front of us, noticing that we’re now in the middle of the woods. I look towards Dylan, seeing him smile at me as we head inside, noticing how gorgeous this log cabin is. I see a hot tub on the patio adjacent of the back door and I walk out of it, seeing the view we had. My lips parted in surprise, looking at the beautiful view of the lake in front of us.

“Dylan, baby, this is absolutely amazing and I want to get into this hot tub right away.” I smiled, as he just undressed outside, down to his boxers before getting in. I bit my lip, admiring his body as I held my finger up, walking inside, into the bedroom, finding silk robes on the bed and I got the dress off, taking off my bra and panties before placing the robe on my body, tieing it.

I walked back outside, Dylan resting his arms against the edge of the hot tub, looking me up and down. I slowly untied the robe, letting it fall off my shoulders, exposing my naked body. His eyes widened, swallowing visibly as I walked into the hot tub, sitting down across from him. I gave him a smirk as his hands disappeared under the water, shimmying as he threw his boxers out of the tub, giving me a wink.

I put my hair up into a bun, standing up before straddling his hips. “Well, Mr. O’Brien, what would you like to do?” I sultry whispered, running my hands up his chest, my lips brushing his as his hands rest against my ass.

“Well, Mrs. O’Brien, there might be one thing that’d be fun,” He muttered, pressing his lips to mine, running my fingers through his hair as I move my lips against his. I ground my hips on his, feeling his cock rub against my exposed pussy. I let out a breathy moan, Dylan spreading my ass as his lips move down my jawline, kissing the spot under my earlobe. He continued pressing his lips down my body, leaving wet kisses between my breasts before moving his mouth to one of my nipples.

“Oh, Dylan,” I moaned, his tongue connecting to my bud, making me shudder as he pulled on it with his teeth, toying with it. He moved to my other nipple, giving it the same amount of attention as I continued to grind my hips, feeling him get harder beneath me. “I wanna suck your cock, baby.” I panted, moving off of him as he sat up on the edge of the hot tub and I got onto my knees in the spot he was sitting, stroking his length slowly. I looked up at him through my lashes before licking up the underside of his cock, trailing my tongue around his tip.

“Oh christ, princess,” He moaned, putting his hand on my bun, gripping it in his hand, watching me. I take him into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down on him as his tip nearly hit the back of my throat. He groaned, tightening his grip on my hair as he thrust his hips up slightly. I hollowed my cheeks on his cock, taking him deeper into my mouth as I took his balls into my hand, massaging them softly. “God, I’ve always loved your pretty mouth on my cock,” He growled, beginning to move my head for me as I gag slightly, not slowing him down. I placed my hands on his thighs as he fucked my mouth, looking up at him, seeing his head leaned back, his mouth parted as small groans escaped his lips. I pulled him out of my mouth, spitting on his tip, stroking it in as I stood up, straddling his hips once again.

“I can’t wait anymore. I need you so badly,” I whimpered, stroking his length through my folds before sinking down on him. I let out a loud moan, Dylan’s cock filling me as his tip hits my cervix. “Jesus, you’ve always been so big,” I breathed out, Dylan’s hand coming down onto my ass, a slapping noise rang through the quiet outdoors.

“Ride my cock, baby,” Dylan moaned, bouncing my hips a little as I began to bounce on his length. I rested my hands on his shoulder as both of us let out little moans, beginning to pump him in and out of me faster, feeling him hit my sweet spot.

“Oh yes, Dylan,” I moaned, leaning my head back as he thrust his hips up as I bounced on him, his cock going deeper into me. His lips attach to my nipple as I tugged on his hair. He drove his hips harder into me, making me scream out as I leaned my head back, releasing my hair from my bun, running my fingers through it as his hands rested on my waist, bouncing me onto him. “I’m gonna cum soon,” I breathlessly moaned and his thrusts became faster and more powerful, one of his hands moving to my clit, intensifying the pleasure.

“Cum for me, princess. Cum all over my big cock,” He growled, increasing his pace as my hands gripped his hair, pressure starting to build in my lower abdomen, my toes curling as my legs begin to twitch, continuing to bounce on him. I arch my back as I hit my peak, cumming all over Dylan’s length, electricity sizzling through my veins and my legs spasm uncontrollably, letting out a scream. My fingers grip his hair tightly, resting my forehead against his shoulder as his deep thrusts become more erratic and faster in pace. I could feel his length swelling inside of me and his mouth attached to my nipple once more before he spilled his cum inside you. He bucked his hip, cumming deep inside me as my pussy milks his cock, riding out both of our highs. Both of us breath heavily as he kept his cock deep inside your pussy. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to my bare shoulder as I continued panting. I slide off of him, sitting on his lap as I feel our cum drip from my folds.

“I love you too, Dylan.” I smiled, pressing a loving kiss to his lips. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, carrying me out of the hot tub and up to our room, laying me on the bed before heading back out to grab our stuff we left out there. I crawled underneath the covers, my eyes growing tired as I heard Dylan come back into the room, slipping under the covers next to me. He pressed a kiss to my forehead, falling asleep in his arms.

I moved my hips, feeling something nuzzling my clit, making me moan. My eyes flutter open, looking around the room, not seeing Dylan anywhere in sight, my eyebrows furrowing together. You felt a hot breath on your core, pulling the comforter up, seeing Dylan laying between my legs, and you twitched when his tongue made contact with your clit. I let out a moan, leaning on my elbows as I throw the blanket off.

“Morning, baby girl,” He muttered before dipping his head back into my folds, his tongue tracing my now wet entrance, my head falling back as he ruthlessly continued his licking. He licked up to your clit, biting down softly on it as I let out a loud moan, laying my back against the mattress, arching it as I reach for something to grab onto.

“O-Oh god. H-How long have you been down there?” I breathlessly asked, looking back down at him as he smirked, pulling his lips off of me.

“Maybe 20 minutes. I can feel you’re close to cumming, aren’t you?” He winked and I bit my lip, nodding my head shyly. His thumb rubbing against your clit as his tongue curled inside of me, making me scream out. It drove me crazy the way he moved and worked his tongue.

“Fuck, baby. I’m cumming!” I moaned loudly, bucking my hips up as he held them down, continuing his attack, his tongue sliding deeper into me before licking up my slit. He bit down gently on my clit as my juices rush out, making me squirt. I let out a gasp, never in my life had I done that and I look down at Dylan, seeing a smug look on his face.

“Well, that’s definitely a first, isn’t it?” He grinned, pressing his thumb to my clit, my hips bucking. He crawled up my body, greeting me with a kiss to the lips. “How’s that for a wake-up call?” He smiled, seeing my juices on his lips and I let out a breathy laugh.

“It was certainly unexpected, that’s for sure. I’ll definitely keep that in mind for a special occasion.” He raised an eyebrow, getting a little excited thinking I’d wake him up with a blow job. I bit my lip, getting out of my bed as I head towards the shower. “You comin’?” I smirked, winking as I walked in, Dylan following close behind, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Mrs. O’Brien, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Shut Away

Summary: Logan doesn’t feel so useful anymore.

Word Count: 1076

Characters: Logan Sanders, Virgil Sanders, brief Patton and Roman Sanders

Pairings: could read as platonic analogical, but otherwise none

Warnings: Self hatred, self deprecating speech, no happy endings

A/N: So….. this didn’t end as it was supposed to… and, uh, sorry? hope you enjoy this angst-fest, bobo.

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Be My Valentine

So this is my firs time writing anything NSFW so please be gentle with comments on it, feed back is greatly appreciated so that I can improve :) I hope you enjoy this.

For years I had waited for this day, the day that I would open my very own bakery/café and it was a very successful grand opening. After that my little business became even more popular and eventually I had become one of the top Café’s in the area, I was starting to get to know all the regular people who would come in and they were all so kind to me. There was a very special day, a day that I could never forget, it was the day that I met a man named Saeyoung. He was the kindest and funniest person in the world, always came in on the weekdays in between the morning and lunch rush maybe because there were less people that way. I fell for Saeyoung the moment I looked into his beautiful bright golden eyes; my heart didn’t stand a chance against his warm smile and happy laugh as he would tell his jokes every day.

Saeyoung would sometimes bring his brother in with him, he was a kind person but he never really talked to anyone. Saeran had mint green eyes and the same bright red hair as Saeyoung they were twins after all but they were very different from one another, Saeran was a quiet person who didn’t really like people so you would be lucky if he was your friend, and Saeyoung was so outgoing and funny he really enjoyed making people laugh and smile. I was lucky to have them both as my friends, they were always coming in to the café to see me, I enjoyed their company they always came in while it was slow it was nice because they would be my only customers for a time.

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only you - part 1

Pairing: prince! lee jihoon x reader

Summary: “Only you matter to me.”

Part: 1/?

part 2

“Where’s prince Jihoon?”

The tailor looks for the prince frantically as well as dodging the servants who are busy setting up the party. They walk past him, not bothering to help him at all since they had a lot to do in a matter of a few hours. The tailor groans, pulling at his hair. I giggle, turning away to finish my duty of setting up the decorations for the tables.

“There you are, prince Jihoon!” The man exclaims before bowing. The two nod, acknowledging him. The queen nods towards the tailor, instructing the prince to follow to get his outfit ready for the party. He didn’t look quite happy, but followed nonetheless.

I bow as Jihoon passes me and he nods. The tailor is talking his ear off, how he was so nervous about not being able to find him. The prince nods to every sentence, pretending to show he cared about his nervous rambling. Jihoon turns to look over his shoulder to find me and gives me a small smile. I giggle and wave, sending him off in a better mood than before.

“Your majesty.” I bow when I turn back around, seeing her staring at me. She nods, a small smile present on her lips. I raise an eyebrow and she laughs softly.

“I knew you were special,” She says before walking away. I watch as she leaves to go talk about the details with the head butler. I shrug, returning to my duties before scurrying around to help set up.

Minutes later, I’m requested by the prince in his room where he was to be fitted. I follow after the head butler who seems to be smirking as we get closer to Jihoon’s room.

“Only you can ever get to him and only you will he talk to.”

“I suppose that’s true, sir.”

“You must’ve done something special for him to love you the way he does.”

“L-Love? Oh gosh no, we’re just friends.”

He chuckles before opening the door for the both of us to enter. Jihoon stood in the middle of the room with his arms spread outward and legs together. I giggle, seeing how he’s not the slightest bit happy. The head butler leaves, closing the door behind me.

“You requested me, my prince?”

“I did.”

“Did you need something?”

“Some company.”

“But I have my duties to do, my prince.”

“Are you going against your prince’s order?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“N-No, I just-”

“Calm down, I was just messing with you. Though, I do need some company if you’d like to stay.”

“Of course I would.”

I stand and watch as the tailor adjusted the sizes to fit Jihoon. I smile, seeing as how he was grumpy and pouting. His arms must’ve been aching from staying like that for a long time.

“Are you excited for the party tonight, Jihoon?” I ask and he looks over. He sighs tiredly and shakes his head.

“Mother says it’s a party to celebrate the kingdom, but really, it’s a party for me to find a suitor.”

“A suitor? Already?”

“I am set to be king soon after all.”

“Well that’s true.”

“Mother’s not pleased I asked for a few more years before settling down.”

“Well, she has been telling me how much she wants grandchildren.” I giggle and his eyes widen. He turns away, starting to panic. “Jihoon, I’m sure she can wait for a little while longer.”

“I hope so.”

The tailor raises Jihoon’s arms up more after he was caught off guard by my comment. I laugh when he frowns at me.

“All finished,” He says as Jihoon releases a sigh of relief and puts down his arms. Turning to me, he nervously smiles.

“What do you think?”

“Still handsome as ever.”

“I told you not to call me that.”

“Would you prefer cute? Precious? Adorable? All of the above?” I tease, smiling when I see a faint blush across his cheeks from the first comment. He frowns and I laugh.

“Manly, I’m manly.”

“That you are, my prince.”

Jihoon steps down and walks towards the mirror, admiring himself. He occasionally looks at me through the mirror, smiling at me before turning serious when the head butler comes back.

“You’re wanted downstairs in the ballroom.”

I nod, bowing to the prince before following after the head butler. That was until Jihoon catches my arm and pulls me towards him. I quirk an eyebrow.

“Keep me company tonight, I don’t want suitors around.”

“I’m only a maid, Jihoon. I can’t dress up when I have to be doing my job. Plus, I’m not of status,” I say, placing my hand on his cheek. He frowns and I look at him sadly. “I’m sorry, my prince. I have to go now.”

I retreat my hand and send him one last smile before walking downstairs. The queen bites her bottom lip, clearly looking stressed. I greet her and she nods.

“What flowers came in today?”

“The lilies, your majesty.”

“And the silverware?”

“Polished and in place.”

“The decorations?”

“We’re in the midst of finishing those up right now.”

“Ah, I don’t know what I’d do without you. Neither would my son.”

“Your majesty.” I bow when the king comes up beside the queen. He sends me a small smile before whisking his wife away to admire the ballroom. The head butler beside me nods in approval and I smile. All that’s left now is the party.

“The prince doesn’t look at all amused by the suitors,” A maid beside me giggles and I look over, pouting. The suitors were taking up his personal space, clinging and pulling him away from each other. He looks over and pouts. “You should go over there and do something.”

“Me? I’m only a maid.”

“Status isn’t important when it comes to protecting the prince from situations like this. Now go.” She says, pushing me towards Jihoon and almost making me fall. I catch myself and straighten out my uniform.

“Excuse me, prince Jihoon.”

“What does this maid want?” The suitors frown, squeezing him tighter.

“You’re wanted in the hall.”

“For what? He’s enjoying the party right now!”

“Besides, he was about to show us his collection of gold!”

“If you think you can do things with the prince in the hall, you’re wrong. You’re of lower status.” They laugh and I clear my throat, keeping on a straight face like I’m supposed to.

“Excuse me, but I’m wanted in the hall. Please let go,” Jihoon says, pulling away his arms. The suitors gasp and glare at me for making their prince run away.

“You can go enjoy yourself now, my prince.”

“Mm, thank you.”

I smile as I watch him walk off into the crowd and return back to my position beside the other maids. The suitors glare at me when I did so, walking away to look for their beloved prince. The maid from earlier nudges me and smirks as we high five.

“You should’ve seen them when you two left, they were absolutely furious! It was hilarious.”

“Really?” I laugh, keeping myself entertained by her exaggerated stories throughout the night.

Hours pass and the party is still raging on. I sigh, growing tired from standing for so long. I trail off from the crowd and towards the stairs. Music was heard from one of the rooms, catching my attention. I look at the familiar door to which it says to keep out. I smile, remembering the countless nights where I sat by this door to listen in.

This was the one place where I could always find Jihoon doing what he loves most. Music. Only I knew of the things he did behind this door.

Jihoon suddenly stops playing, scaring me as I think I’ve been caught. I hold my breath, hoping he didn’t notice I was spying. He sighs before playing again. I let out a sigh of relief before slowly standing up and scurrying away.

I loved Jihoon, but he’s scary when he’s angry and I’d like not to die tonight.

Josh Dun Imagine

this was kinda a request, I just elaborated and added a bit more.  Idk how I feel about this one, but I hope you guys like it!!

The Man Across The Street

The sun shone heavily on your back causing warmth to spread through your entire body.  It felt nice after spending eight hours in your air conditioned office space on the twelfth floor.  You gripped your briefcase tightly in one hand and stretched your neck side to side before settling in a consistent stride.  

You focused on the ground in front of you, watching as your shadow mimicked your poor posture and flat feet, until something else caught your eye.  

The man across the street walked at an almost identical pace.  You recognized him immediately as the guy who held the elevator door for you just minutes prior.  You’d seen him around the building other times, as well; in the hallways, on the stairs, by the coffee bar on the main floor. That bright pink hair was painstakingly recognizable.  

You pretended to ignore him the entire way home, only throwing glances out of the corner of your eye, until you stopped in front of your building.  You watched for a moment as he continued down the street, one hand in his pocket, the other clutching a beige bag, never looking up from his feet.  

- - - - - -

The cool autumn air gave rise to goosebumps all over your body.  You wrapped your sweater around yourself tighter and continued down the cobblestone sidewalk.  You kept your head up, marveling at the infinite shades of golds and reds that had taken over the city.  

Leaves crunched under your flats, making an auditory note of every step you took. It covered up the sound of your breathing, which had grown heavier from the cold air shocking your system.

The man across the street paid no attention to the crunching leaves beneath his feet.  You watched briefly as he kicked a few of them around before continuing on his way.

His hair matched the pink sunset overhead, bright and bold and beautiful.  

It was the last thing you noticed before walking into your apartment for the night.

- - - - - -

Heavy snow fell from the sky.  The street lamps lit up the sidewalk, illuminating the thousands of large flakes around you.  You made a mental note to start wearing heavier boots to work for nights like this.  

You tucked your gloved hands underneath each of your armpits and trudged home, trying to pay attention to each step you took so as not to fall.

The man across the street had a scarf, hat, and mittens on.  You were jealous of how prepared he seemed to be for this snow storm.  You made another mental note for yourself to start checking the weather before leaving for work each morning.

The man walked faster than you.  His winter boots clearly had better traction than your dressy ones.  As he got further ahead, you noticed the back of his hair poking out.  Except, it wasn’t pink, it was yellow.  

You trudged on and used it as your guiding light through the storm the whole way home.

- - - - - -

Spring had always been your least favorite season.  Snow and ice melted with no boundaries, leaving traces of mud all over the sidewalk.  You stomped your bulky boots through scummy puddles and tried not to splash remnants of it everywhere.  

It wasn’t dark yet, which made you feel hopeful that this dirty weather wouldn’t be around for long.  

The man across the street walked without a hat for the first time in months.  You smiled seeing his yellow hair in full for the first time.  It was bright and flashy.  The kind of thing that demanded attention.  It reminded you of blooming flowers and sunshine, infinite growth and beauty.  

You walked home, your strides aligned once again.  And as the sound of snow melting from building tops covered up the sound of your boot’s heavy stomps, you couldn’t help but notice his bright hair out of the corner of your eye the entire way home.  

- - - - - -

The first thing you noticed upon leaving work was how freeing it felt to be outside once again without a heavy jacket weighing you down.  You had brought one, just in case, but it lingered in your arms, unneeded and more of a burden than anything as you started your walk home.  Summer was just visible in the horizon, but the weather still fluctuated between sunny and warm and breezy and cool, so it was impossible to ever be fully prepared.

The second thing you noticed upon leaving work was that the man across the street wasn’t there.

He’d been particularly easy to spot in the last few months with his yellow hair, but as you scanned the other side of the road, up and down, he was no where to be found.  Your heart sunk a little, which surprised you.  But you justified your disappointment as normal.  He had become a part of your routine, just like eating a peanut butter and fluff sandwich everyday was.  Your heart would sink if you opened your lunchbox to bologna, just as it did in the man’s absence.  Nothing strange or unusual about being effected by a disrupted routine.  

You frowned slightly before deciding it was time to head home.  You walked for less than a minute before you heard rapid footsteps behind you and felt someone grip your elbow.

“Hi honey, how was your day?” A man’s voice asked.

You instinctively tried to jerk your arm away, but the grip was too strong.  When you turned to look at who was grabbing you, you were shocked to see the man with yellow hair.  

He leans down, close enough so that you can smell him, and whispers in your ear, “Someone’s following you.”

Once he’s confident you’re not going to shove him away, the man loops his arm with yours, leading you down the road en route to your apartment.   He casts a couple glances over his shoulder, subtly trying to see if the person following you had gone.  On his second glance, he sighs a breathe of relief and loosens his grip on your arm.

“He turned around.”

You automatically let go of his arm.

“Who was it?” you ask.

“I didn’t recognize him, which is what made me nervous… I’d never seen him before.”

You nod, exhaling the anxiety that had been building up inside of you.  “Well, thanks. I appreciate it”

You were relieved to see you apartment building just over the hill.  You didn’t feel much like walking alone the rest of the night.

The man nodded and extended his hand, “I’m Josh, by the way.”

You smiled, taking his hand in yours and shaking it, “Y/N.” you introduced.  

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” he grinned.  

You thought about his comment later that night as you laid in bed.  You found yourself wondering if Josh had noticed your presence on the opposite side of the street as much as you’d noticed his.  

- - - - - -

You felt slightly paranoid walking home the next day.  You immediately noticed Josh across the way, which felt increasingly comforting, but you couldn’t help feel like someone was lingering behind you as you made your walk down the sidewalk.  

You kept casting glances towards Josh.  You found yourself wondering things about him, like which floor he worked on or what his inspiration for his sporadic hair colors were.  Every time you would gaze for too long, he’d glance over and you’d quickly look away in response.  You really had to work on your staring problem.  

After three different occasions of awkward eye contact with Josh, you watched out of the corner of your eye as he looked both ways, then started jogging across the street.  

“Hey,” he called, as he hurried to catch up to you.  You stopped, of course, baffled and unsure as to whether or not he was talking to you.  “Mind if I walk with you?”

You froze then, wondering immediately if the same person was following you again.  

Josh noticed the fear on your face and put his hands up, “It’s okay to say no…” he says.

You lower your voice and try to whisper loud enough for just him to hear, “Are they following me again?”

“What?” Josh asks, confused momentarily before understanding what you were referencing, “Oh… no! No, no.  I just thought maybe we could walk together tonight.”

You sigh a breathe of relief before smiling, “Yeah, that would be really nice.  I’d like that.”

The two of you walked, side-by-side, step-by-step, all the way home.  

You asked about his hair.  The burning thought that had been on your mind for so long was finally set free.  It turns out, Josh was bored by routines, but his hair was one thing he could be spontaneous about.  The pink was an after-effect of a wild red.  The yellow brightened his gloomy winter.

“What color is next?” you had asked.  

“Only time will tell,” he says, his eyes shimmering.

Josh walked you right up to your apartment door before saying goodbye.  You were so intrigued by everything he had to say, and had to admit you were disappointed to be at your doorstep.  It was the first time you’d ever wished your walk home was longer.  

- - - - - -

Every day in the weeks to follow, Josh was waiting outside of the building by the time you got out of work.  His face always breaks into the same, huge smile when he sees you walking through the double doors, and you can never help but reciprocate.  

You talk the entire way home, learning about each other.  Likes, dislikes, pet peeves, funny childhood stories.  Josh was a man of infinite laughter and curiosity.  You looked forward to walking home with him daily.  It was, often times, what got you through until five o’clock.  

“How was work?” he asks, one evening, extending his arm for you to take.

You’re surprised by his gesture, but ultimately flattered.  You latch on, and start walking with him down the cobblestone.

“It was long,” you respond. “How was yours?”

“Also long, equally boring.  Why do we work these jobs?” he asks.

You shrug, “Gotta pay rent I guess.”

“I’m serious though— I mean.  I hate my job, I don’t get why I do it.”  

He’s silent for a moment, like he’s thinking hard.  “What would you do—“ he finally says, “if you didn’t have to worry about rent or bills?  If you could do anything?”

You furrow your brow, thinking about his question, “I suppose I’d travel.”


“Europe, I think.”

“Have you ever been?”

You shake your head.  “No, I mean, I have work…”

“I think that’s a crime.”

You frown, “What do you mean?”

“That’s your dream, right?  To go to Europe.   And you’ve never been because of some dumb job you don’t even like.”

“Yeah,” you agree, “But I have responsibilities.  I’m committed to my job.  People count on me.”

“To what? Fax papers for them?  It doesn’t really mean anything.  Neither of our jobs do.”

You frown at Josh’s remark, offended by his blunt tone.

“I don’t understand what you’re getting at,” you say honestly.

He shakes his head, “Nothing.  I’m just… bored.”

The two of you walk the rest of the way in silence.

- - - - - -

Josh isn’t waiting for you the next day.  He’s not across the street either.  

You walk the entirety of the way home without any pinks or yellows to brighten your day.

You hate how much it bothers you.

- - - - - -

You accept Josh’s outstretched arm, “Where were you yesterday?” you ask.

“Just a personal day,” he says.  “Stayed home.”

“Oh… Well, I missed you.”

“Aw, you flatter me.”

“I mean it!” you say, “Walking home with you is my favorite part of the day.”

Josh stiffens beside you.  You try to gage what he’s thinking by his face, but it’s too stoic.  

“See?” he says, “How pathetic is it that a walk home with me is the highlight of your day?”

That was definitely not the reaction you were hoping for.  You let go of his arm and step away from him.  

You can’t really think of a response or defense, but it was clear that Josh didn’t feel the same way.  

“Your life is boring.  Just admit it!  It has no meaning behind it.  No passion.  You do the same thing everyday, hoping that eventually, you’ll be happy.  Or satisfied, or whatever it is.  But you’re lying to yourself.”

“You don’t know anything about my life,” you say back sharply.  “I like my job, and I like my life, just the way it is.  Not all of us need radical hair colors and spontaneous life choices to be happy.  Get off your high horse and don’t pretend like you know what’s good for me.”  

Josh bites his lip, but has no response, so instead, you shake your head before picking up your pace, leaving him behind.

You ignore him as he calls after you.

- - - - - -

You make an effort to rush out of the building the next day, hopeful that you won’t run into Josh.  Luckily, you’re out a solid ten minutes quicker than usual, and by the time you’re turning the corner on the cobblestone steps, he’s nowhere to be seen.  

You walk the whole way home alone.  

- - - - - -

This pattern continues until Friday when you’re forced to stay until five o’clock on the dot.  You try not to think about seeing Josh outside as you ride the elevator down to the main floor, but as soon as you push through the double doors and look to the street, you see him.  If he hadn’t been standing right by the lamp pole, you probably wouldn’t have recognized him.  His hair was no longer bright or flashy.  Instead, it was dulled down to an off-brown color.  It didn’t catch your attention by any means and you frowned at the sight of it.  

You almost skipped right over to him, before you remembered that you were mad for insulting your “boring life”.  You huffed a little before walking down the steps and turning the corner, hoping to avoid his attention.

You should be so lucky,

“Hey!” he calls, rushing up behind you.

You ignore him and keep walking.

“Wait up!” he hollers.  “Y/N, stop!”

“What do you want, Josh?” you snap, whipping around to face him.

He stops dead in his tracks, clearly taken aback by your harsh tone.  The look on his face makes you feel slightly guilty for being to abrupt, but you hold your ground.

He scratches the back of his neck, looking anxious.  He takes a deep breath before speaking.

“I just wanted to say goodbye.”

Your angry frown turns to confusion as his words sink in.

“Goodbye?” you ask, your tone civil again.

“Yeah, I quit.”

“You what?” you gasp.

“I quit my job.  Just now actually.”

“Wh— what?  Why?” you sputter.

“The only thing keeping me going, was the idea that everyone else was just as miserable as I was doing what I did.  But not you.  You’re happy.  And you were right… I shouldn’t have judged you.  I was wrong to assume that everyone was as depressed as me.  But… I just.. It made me realize that I needed to get the hell out of here.”

You listen to his words, letting it sink in that he truly meant it.  He was leaving.  You shouldn’t be as upset as you were.  Selfishly, you were mourning the infinite number of walks you thought the two of you had in the future.  But hearing Josh admit to his misery made you logically ignore the voice in your head begging him to stay and instead ask him a question.

“What happened to your hair?”

He smiles, looking up to his forehead, as if he could see it in his peripherals.

“I don’t need interesting hair anymore, cause I’m going to have an interesting life.”

- - - - - -

Summer fades fast and the warm, humid air is replaced by a brisk breeze.  You crossed your arms across your chest and shivered as the night set in.  You were grateful to be wearing a hat on top of your head and a scarf around your neck.  You let your eyes scan your surroundings, marveling at the infinite shades of golds and reds that had once again, taken over the city.  

Leaves fell, crunching and blowing every which way, as autumn swept through, clearing out the old and making room for the new.  

You stopped dead in your tracks at the turn with the cobblestone steps and gazed adoringly at the melted sunset in the horizon.  The pouring pinks and blistering yellows caught your eye, reminding you of the man across the street and being your guiding light all the way home.  

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Prompt: Hi! I love these stories, and I have a request. So I know you have a story that is similar like this and I love it, I was just wondering if you can do one where they are on a press tour instead of just a panel ? I love the idea of being asked questions with the cast. I’m sorry if this is too much of a bother but it would be cool if you could do it thanks for reading this😁
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Yellow Glows | Soulmate!Ethan


Everyone knows how the story goes, when you turn 18 your soulmate’s death date appears on your left wrist. Everyone has a soulmate, doesn’t matter if you want one or not- you get one. Some people think having a soulmate is a gift and others think it’s total bs. Personally, it’s kinda sad. You turn 18 find out the day your so called “true love” is going to die and are expected to love them and only them; hell you may never even find out who your soulmate is! Of course, you’ll always know if they’re near you or not. Once your soulmate is within a mile of you, your wrist begins to burn as if it’s on fire and the date starts to glow. However, once the date passes on your wrist the burning never goes away, whether you were ever near them or not. I, for one, was praying I’d never have to experience the burning sensation for the rest of my life.

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I Like Spending Time With You | Joe Sugg

“I literally look bad in everything” you sighed, turning slightly to look at yourself in the mirror from a different angle.

“No you don’t” Joe argued. He was sat on the bench inside your changing room, on his phone whilst he waited for you to finish trying on your clothes.

“I do” you pouted, walking closer to him, “nothing suits my figure”

“Baby, you look lovely in everything” he reassured you, pulling you closer to him so you were standing in between his legs, his hands around your waist, “you’ve got the most gorgeous figure in the world, and we’re gonna find you something to wear, okay?”

“Okay” you smiled, leaning down to kiss him before starting to remove your dress, “are you sure you don’t mind waiting?”

“Nope” he grinned, looking up at you, “how can I complain? All I have to do is sit here and watch my gorgeous girl take her clothes off”

“Shut up” you laughed, covering his eyes with your hand.

“Besides” he started, kissing your hand, “I like spending time with you”

You’d been invited to a baby shower and had nothing suitable to wear, so you’d dragged Joe out into London to help you find something. After deciding that he needed a few things, and you seeing some items that caught your fancy, your quick trip out had turned into a shopping day.

“Shall we go in one of your shops?” you asked as you left Topshop empty handed.

“Why, are you tired?” Joe laughed, grabbing hold of your hand and walking into the flow of people rushing down Oxford Street.

“Yeah” you replied, clinging onto his arm as you searched for one of Joe’s shops to go in.

About 10 minutes later you were in Zara, following Joe as he searched the rails for something to go with the rather eccentric jacket he’d bought a few days earlier.

“You know it would just go with a black top?” you reminded him.

“That’s so boring though” Joe complained, “I want something black but with a pattern on or something”

“Don’t you think that’ll be a bit too much though?” you asked, picking up a black top to show him, “what about something like this? The material’s a bit different to what you’ve already got”

“I don’t know” he sighed.

“For a lad, you’re way too fussy about clothes” you laughed, “my brothers just throw on whatever’s closest to them in the drawer”

“I’m a fashion icon though” Joe joked, walking over to you and taking the black top from you.

“What do you think?”

“Yeah, I’ll just get this”

“Okay” you smiled, sensing that Joe was getting tired. You walked to the checkout and joined the ridiculously long queue.

“You okay?” Joe asked, extending his arm as an invitation for a hug.

“Yeah” you replied, burying your head in his jacket, “just tired”

“Same” he responded, “how about we pay for this then get a taxi home?”

“Yes please” you smiled, looking up at him.

“Then we can get in our comfy clothes, get a duvet and cuddle up watching a film, yeah? We can get a takeaway as well if you want”

“And a bottle of wine?”

“Always” Joe smirked.

“That sounds really good” you smiled. You’d had the best day with your boyfriend, and couldn’t wait for a lazy night in.

Brighter Lights Back Home

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Ed and Al’s first night back in Resembool after the Promised Day. Edward and Winry have some things to talk about.

Winry laid the old knit quilt at the foot of Alphonse’s bed. “Anything else you need?”

Al shook his head, exhaustion written across his face, tugging heavy eyelids downward even as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Thanks, Winry. I’m sorry I can’t stay up later with you guys. I wanted to be more fun on our first day back.”

“Don’t be sorry. We can talk more tomorrow.” Winry looked over to where Edward was digging through a suitcase.

Ed glanced up at her. “Yep. I’m just gonna help him get ready for bed and then I’ll be up for a little bit still. Now that I’m not sleeping for two,” he added, grinning at his brother. Alphonse chuckled.

Winry leaned down to wrap her arms around Alphonse, still marveling at the newfound warmth. “Sweet dreams.” Releasing him reluctantly, she crossed to the doorway. “I’ll be in my room when you’re done,” she said to Edward.

He nodded. “Sure. I won’t be too long.”

Closing the door behind her, Winry let out a breath that had been sitting heavy in her chest for far too long. They were home.

She considered putting on her pajamas; the house felt still in a way that made her want to crawl into bed, though the sun had barely set. Instead, she sat at her desk, staring at schematics pinned to her wall and rolling a pencil between her fingers.

A soft knock sounded on her door, and she glanced up to see it open just enough to let Edward’s soft voice carry in. “You still up?”

“Of course.” Winry pushed back her chair, turning to face Ed as he sat down on her bed. “I don’t know how I’ll be able to get to sleep tonight.”

Ed huffed a soft laugh. “I know. We’ve been travelling all day, so I should be exhausted, and yet… Ahhhhh.” He leaned back against the wall, legs crossed at the ankles as they stretched out in front of him. “It does feel good to sit down and not be bumping over train tracks though.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet.” Winry dropped the pencil she’d been holding back onto a stack of notes and crossed to her bed. She toed off her shoes and sat down. “Is Al asleep already?”

Edward nodded. “He could barely keep his eyes open long enough to change his clothes. I think he was out before I even left the room.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m surprised he made it as long as he did, to be honest. He slept a little on the train but with such a long day I expected him to have to turn in a lot earlier. He just doesn’t have the stamina right now.”

She sighed, pulling her pillow onto her lap. It was a moment before she spoke again. “He’s so thin.”

Ed smiled, staring out the window into the purpling dusk. “He’s actually gained a lot of weight since that first day, but he’s still not where the doctors said they’d like to see him at. He’s got a list of things he wants to eat now that he’s got his body back, you know.” Ed turned his head to grin at Winry. “It’s a good thing you had that apple pie ready. It was at the top of his list.”

“Oh, I know. He told me earlier. About twelve times.”

“You got the condensed version of it. He wouldn’t shut up about it in the hospital. They had pie one day down in the cafeteria, so I brought him some. He wouldn’t have any of it. He said he was waiting for yours.”

Winry barked out a laugh. “You’ll have to get me the rest of his list. I’ll get up early and go into town to do some shopping tomorrow morning so we can make everything he wants and surprise him.”

“Maybe not all at once. It’s a long list.” Ed laughed. “But yeah, he’d love it if we surprised him.”

“We?” Winry lifted an eyebrow. “You get your arm back and suddenly you can cook?”

“Well, no…" Ed pulled at a loose thread on his cuff. “But I could probably still help.”

“How would you help, exactly?” Winry gave his hand a light smack. “Stop picking at that, you’ll ruin your shirt.”

“I could… stir things. Put them in the oven. Take them out of the oven.”

Winry narrowed her eyes. “We’ll see.”

“That’s probably fair.”

They sat in silence a moment before Winry spoke again. “Hey, Ed?”

Ed groaned and began taking off his sweatshirt. “I suppose.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask!”

“So you don’t want to see my arm?” Ed asked, pausing. Winry glared at him. “Honestly, I’m surprised you held out this long.”

Winry slid her legs to side, shifting so that she was in a better position to examine his shoulder. “I told you earlier that I wanted to look at it later.”

“Yeah, I know.” Ed’s voice was muffled as he pulled his shirt over his head. Although she’d wondered many times since the brothers returned how exactly Edward’s shoulder would look reconstructed, she was still taken aback as he turned to her, his black tee shirt crumpled in his fist.

“It looks like it’s been healing for months already,” she said softly. Her brow was furrowed as she glanced up at him. Her fingers trailed over the new scars, pink and raised, that ran from his collarbone over his shoulder, crossing older, lighter scars from his automail surgery. Her hands stalled near his collarbone, where several small, mostly-healed incisions lay outlined by the tell-tale red pinpricks of recently removed stitches.

“There were some… leftovers. From the automail. When I got my arm back.” Winry lifted her eyes to meet his, but his face was turned the other way. “The doctors at Central removed what they could see.”

“What they could see,” Winry repeated, her hands still motionless.

“They said… They said there was a possibility there might still be remnants left inside the joint. That they didn’t want to risk damaging the joint with exploratory surgery, since they didn’t know what they would find.” Ed glanced at her. “Do you think there’s anything left behind?”

Winry shook her head. “I don’t know. I’ve never had anyone get a limb back after having automail. This is a first for me.” Ed breathed out a small laugh. She stood, stepping so that she could place one hand on Ed’s shoulder blade and the other on the front of his shoulder. “Let me see if I can feel anything. Raise your arm.”

Ed obliged. “I can’t get it all the way up yet. The scars are a little tight.”

“Just as far as you can. And back down.” Winry moved her front hand a few inches out towards his shoulder joint. “Now try crossing it in front of you. Does anything feel out of place, like its clicking or catching?”

“I don’t think so.”

Winry dropped her hand back down by her side. “I don’t feel anything, but keep an eye on it. If there is anything left inside, it might shift as it continues to heal. Did they give you anything for the scars?”

Edward pulled his shirt back over his head, pushing his arms through the sleeves. “Yeah, some ointment stuff. It’s in my bag in the other room. And a bunch of exercises to do. They said I should have my full range of motion back soon, as long as I don’t slack off.”

“That’s good to hear.” Winry sat back on the bed, eyeing Edward cautiously. “Any way you’d let me take a look at your leg?”

Ed leaned back, propping his arms behind his head. “You’re not just going to look at it though. You’ll end up wanting to get going on repairs as soon as you see everything.”

“Everything? How bad is it?”

“Ah, jeez, it’s not!” Seeing Winry’s glowering expression, he crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s not! It’s just… been a while. And a lot of stuff’s happened. Besides, even if everything was fine you know you wouldn’t be able to resist tinkering with it. It can wait until tomorrow.”

“What if I promised just to look?”

He shook his head. “Then you’d be a liar. I know there’s a wrench set in that top desk drawer there,” he said, tilting his chin towards the opposite side of the room. “You wouldn’t even have to… Hold on. I think I hear Al.”

Winry turned at the sound of her bedroom door opening again.

“Oh, sorry, I’ll wait,” Edward began backing out of the room.

“Don’t worry, I’m decent,” she said lightly, closing the wardrobe doors. “Just put on my pajamas, is all.” She gestured to her loose tee shirt and shorts, then pulled the elastic out of her hair and dropped it on the desk.

“I brought us pie,” Edward said, lifting the plate in his hand slightly as he sat on the bed.

“I can’t believe there was any left after you two went after it this evening.” Winry sat next to him, cross-legged. She took the fork Edward held out to her and speared a bite on its tines.

“This may have been the last piece,” he admitted.

“Was Al okay?” Winry asked around a mouthful of pie, smirking.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, I’m a little overprotective.” Ed’s cheeks flushed, but he smiled.

“I think that’s probably understandable. Given the circumstances.”

Ed tapped his fork against the edge of the plate. “He’s too nice to ever call me out on it, but I think he’s getting tired of me checking on him constantly.”

“He just doesn’t want you to worry about him. He hates making people worry.” Winry took another bite, chewing slowly. After a minute, she said, “He really does seem to be doing well, all things considered. You could probably relax a little. He’s not going anywhere.”

Edward nodded, lips tight. “I’m glad we’re back. Central was just… a lot to handle, at the moment, you know? We were in the middle of it all and there were so many loose ends to tie up. There still are, really. It’s nice to have some space to breath, finally. No one barging in to ask questions or have us sign papers. Al needs to be able to relax and get his strength back.”

“You too, you know. You’ve both been running yourselves ragged, don’t think I haven’t noticed.” Winry nudged his leg with her knee. “You can have the last bite,” she said, inclining her head towards the nearly-empty plate.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Edward popped the last bit of crust into his mouth, grinning smugly and dropping his fork on the now-empty plate.

Winry rolled her eyes and began to unfold her legs from beneath her. “I’m going to go put this in the sink.”

“Ow!” Winry awoke to a sharp pain at her scalp and the mattress shifting beneath her. She attempted to sit up, only to be forced to stop short.

“Sorry, sorry,” Edward whispered, pulling his hand back from where he had shifted his weight onto her hair. “Just trying to get up. You have a lot of hair,” he muttered. He cautiously picked his way to the end of the bed where he maneuvered himself over her legs to climb out of the bed.

“You’re one to talk,” Winry mumbled. “What time is it?” The cold, gray light filtering through the curtains signaled an early morning hour.

“No idea. Early.” He bent to pick up his boots from where he’d kicked them off the night before as they lay talking. “I think it was around midnight when I fell asleep.”

Winry propped herself up on her elbows, squinting against her drowsiness. “I didn’t mean to keep you up so late. You could have told me you were getting tired.”

“Nah, I wanted to hear about everything. Sorry I fell asleep on you.”

Winry sagged back against her pillow, closing her eyes. “Let Den out if you’re getting up.”

Winry had just fallen asleep again when she was awoken for the second time that morning by the creaking of floorboards at her doorway. Moments later, she felt the blankets being raised off of her. She pulled back at them without opening her eyes.

“Scoot over, I don’t want to crawl over you again.” Winry blearily opened her eyes to see Ed standing over her.

“What’s wrong with your bed?” she muttered.

“I don’t want to wake up Al. And the couch is too cold. Move over.”

Too tired to argue, she shifted towards the wall to make room for him. “Only because Alphonse needs his rest.”


Kian and reader friends, reader in love with Kian, Kian has no idea, jc tells him. 💕💕

“Hey y/n! What’s up!” JC welcomes me into the house and gives me a hug. “We’re going to film one of our Kian and JC challenges later, so you can watch if you want, we won’t make you do any of the painful stuff.” He laughs and leads me into the living room where everyone was hanging out. “Hey guys” I smiled as I walked into the room. I sat on the couch next to Corey and watched as the guys got ready to film their video. Kian looked up at me and smiled that amazing smile at me. “I’m so in love with him.” I thought to myself. I feel like an idiot sometimes because I’m so in love with him. He’s my best friend, and I could never tell him and risk losing him. It’s not worth it.

“Y/n!” Jc called and I looked up leaving my thoughts behind “yeah? Sorry I was in deep thought.” My cheeks flushed red “we’re going to start our video, do you have want to hold the camera for us?” Kian asked with a puzzled look on his face, clearly trying to figure out what had my head in the clouds. “Yeah of course!” I answered smiling and took the camera from them, it was on a stabilizer which was good cause I am terrible at standing still. JC smiled at me sympathetically, he’s known for awhile that I’m in love with Kian, he’s always there to listen when I need to vent.

We finished filming the video and piled on the couch to watch a movie. Somehow we let Kian pick which movie we watched, so tangled started playing on the tv. I know all of the words to the movie and songs and so does everyone else so it was basically a sing along version of the movie. I was the only girl so I’m the only one who would sing for Rapunzel and Kian’s the only one who would actually sing during the movie so we ended up singing the duets together which was fun. Corey looked up after “I see the light” and teased us “Damn the way your voices go together you guys could be a couple and release disney duets all the time.” Kian laughed and I shook my head, it’s a good thing it was dark because my face was bright red. JC leaned over and squeezed my arm and mouthed “I’m sorry.” No one else knows except him. I excused myself and went to the bathroom

“You idiot.” I smacked Corey “what’d I do?” I pulled him into the kitchen “You honestly can’t tell she’s in love with him?” “Shit dude I didn’t know. Does Kian know?” I shook my head before I answered “No! And you don’t know either. She doesn’t want anyone to know.” “Who’s in love with who?” Kian popped up behind us. “Uhh” I stammered “Corey’s in love with you daddy” I said quickly “no seriously who are you talking about?” Kian asked again. “Um. Well I’m not supposed to say anything.” I shrugged. “Well I know you just told Corey so tell me!” Kian persisted. “Okay okay, but you have to be nice. I will literally hurt you if you break her heart.” “JC what are you talking about break whose heart?” Kian was so confused now. “Y/n dude. You don’t see the way she looks at you?” “I honestly had no idea..” he whispered. After a minute he smiled at darted upstairs towards the bathroom door.

I paused before I knocked on the door, she’d be in there for ten minutes, Corey’s joke must have upset her, he’s such an idiot. I’m such an idiot. I’ve been sitting here silently crushing on my best friend too scared to do anything, and she felt the same way the entire time. I could hear her crying softly on the other side of the door. I knocked quietly. “Just a second” she shuffled around. “Y/n, it’s just me, Can I come in?” I asked quietly. A few seconds later the door opened and I could see her face was still wet from crying. “I’m gonna kill him.” I whispered as I pulled her to me. I kissed the top of her head and held her tight. For some reason she started crying even harder. “Don’t cry y/n, please.” I whispered into her hair. She looked up at me, her big (your eye color) eyes stared at mine. I brushed the hair off her face and leaned down and kissed her. I picked her up and hugged her tight. I’ve wanted to do that for months.

Kian kissed me. I was in shock. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs and arms around him. I was so scared to tell him how I felt, but he kissed me, so he has to feel the same right? I looked up at him and smiled. He kissed my forehead. “I should have kissed you months ago. I want this to be real. Y/n I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, more than that though I want you to be my girlfriend. I want this to be real. I want you.” He blushed and looked at me waiting for me to reply, I smiled and wrapped my arms around him tighter “I want that too Kian.” I buried my face in his shoulder, I can’t believe this is happening. “Babe, you want to go make Corey feel bad?” Kian smiled at me. I shook my head and laughed as he grabbed my hand and led me downstairs. He pulled me into the living room, I was still kind of crying and pointed at Corey “you’re an ass dude you made her cry!” Corey stood up and ran to give me a hug and Kian stepped in front of him “I should kick your ass for making my girlfriend cry like that.” Kian smiled and waited for their reaction. JC and Corey screamed which made Bobby come running downstairs “what’s going on!?!” He shouted over their voices looking from Kian to Corey to me to JC. Kian just smiled and leaned down and kissed me again which made everyone scream again. I laughed at their reaction, these people are truly my best friends. “It’s about time.” Bobby punched Kian. “You’ve only wanted to do that for how long now?” He teased him. “Shut up” Kian said as his face turned bright red. I pulled him into a hug, I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.


Sign of the Times

Summary: Peter just really wants to dance. (Title inspired by Harry Styles’ song.)

A/N: my first imagine on this blog and I’m so very excited. I hope you guys like this and please request more! also sorry if this sucks. I’d proof read it once but that doesn’t guarantee I caught all of the mistake. also requested by @twentyonepenxuins


“Oh, I love this song!”

When you look up from your phone at these words, you find Peter pushing himself out of the desk chair he’d been sat in for the past hour, a wide grin on his face. You were laid back on his bed and as far as the two of you understood, you had the entire tower to yourselves.

And instead of sitting in silence together for hours upon hours, your music on your phone was playing through the software system wired in Peter’s room. You weren’t set on playing any particular song, having just chosen the first one that came to mind and letting it shuffle through the hundreds you have downloaded.

At this moment, Harry Styles’ “Sign of the Times” beginning piano chords were resonating through the large room as Peter takes the few steps from his desk to the bed where you’re laid out. You glance from his face to where his hand was suddenly held out for you to take, your brows raising with a slight laugh.

“What?” You ask slowly, looking back to his face and he gives you an encouraging nod with a soft smile. “C'mon, dance with me,” his words are soft and you’re almost taken aback by the fact he wants to dance. Then again, Peter did this more than you failed to realize. If he really liked a song, he’d drag you up with him and insist the two of you share a dance no matter where you’re at. He’d once slow danced with you in a Starbucks to another favorite song of his.

You put your phone to the side slowly and kick the covers off yourself before taking his hand and letting Peter help you up off the bed.

“Just stop your crying, it’s a sign of the times. Welcome to the final show, I hope you’re wearing your best clothes,” as Harry’s voice fills the room, one of Peter’s hands settle on your waist, the other taking your hand, letting your other arm rest loosely over his shoulder.

It almost happens naturally between the two of you, your bodies swaying together in time to the music once you’ve got the right gripping on each other. Peter sways to one side and you follow the side to side movements, taking little steps that work you around his spacious room slowly.

Neither of you are dressed for such a dance, you dressed in regular school attire that consisted of jeans and possibly one of Peter’s shirts and Peter still in a button up and jeans.

“You look pretty good down here, but you ain’t really good,” Peter sings along as the two of you sway, not noticing the audience you had attracted.

Tony and Rhodes are both stood watching as your bodies sway together. Peter takes your hand and steps back to spin you as the song builds into the chorus, a delighted laugh leaving your lips when he pulls you close once more.

His forehead comes to rest on yours the moment the song slows again, singing along to the words quietly though you can hear him perfectly with the close proximity.

Your fingers tangle in the hairs at the nape of Peter’s neck as one of his arms wraps around your waist and tugs you impossibly closer to him, bodies flush. A soft kiss is shared to shush his singing for a moment, the smile on your lips not once leaving.

By now Natasha has joined Tony and Rhodes, the phone in Tony’s hand on and focused on the two of you, recording just where you’re dancing together, being unknowingly watched.

Peter gives you another spin or two and once the song has finished, he dips you down backwards, being sure to keep a tight hold on you. But your vision is focused now on the three adults standing in the doorway watching with raised brows and little grins that tell you they’ve been there for awhile.

A noise sounding close to a squeak leaves Peter’s lips when you move to push yourself up but you slip from his grip and hit the ground with a thud, his eyes widening. He moves to help you but the sound of laughter trying to be stifled catches his attention and he then notices the three standing in the doorway, Vision coming to find out just what the ruckus is.

“O-Oh- Guys! Hey!” Peter stutters out quickly, bending to help you off the floor, your eyes avoiding Tony or Rhodes’ as they laugh.

“It was going so great and then you dropped her, Parker!” Rhodes laughs, making your already red cheeks heat up even more, Peter scratching at the back of his neck, his cheeks flushing as well.

Brushing yourself off, you clear your throat and finally meet Natasha’s eyes, seeing as she’s already looking at you with a grin, arms crossed over her chest.

“How long have you guys been there?” Peter speaks up and Tony looks to his phone, the video reading nearly six minutes. “Nearly the beginning of the song.” Tony says and you know they’d seen it all, though judging from the fact Tony’s looking at his phone to tell you how long he’d been there, you become curious.

Raising a brow at him, you cross your arms over your chest. “Did you record us?” You ask, a shrug being the only response you get and you huff.

“Tony Stark, if you don’t delete that,” you begin to threaten though its playful, Tony only grinning at you as he begins backing away. “What’re you gonna do? I can’t help myself if you two are going around being cute in my home! Your secrets are safe with me,” he starts.

“And maybe the rest of the world one day.” He winks.

You’re only able to stand there, mouth slightly agape and you look to the side at your boyfriend who’s grinning. It falters when he sees the look you’re giving him and he shrugs slowly.

“I think we’re cute too.” He settles on saying and you roll your eyes, shoulder knocking against his as you move to flop back down onto his bed.

brightenmylifewithlumos  asked:

I’m so happy to hear that I made your day❤️This is gonna be a long one, sorry about that😂 But I have a few prompts in my mind and since I lack of time and inspiration, I thought I could share them with you so they wouldn’t go wasted😂 You can write them if you want, but no forcing of course😄 1-Dorian and Varric playing matchmaker to get Cullen and Inquisitor together. All of the inner circle have bets on who is gonna kiss the other first. So, all eyes are on them until they do.

Hi!! Thank you so much, that’s so incredibly sweet of you to say!!

As for your requests, yes!!! I’ve been so excited to do requests so thank you so much for sending them in!! I’ll be doing the others in separate posts (Because of the multiple prompts/requests stated) but I’ll be sure to tag you in them so that you’re aware!!

Anyhow, thank you again and have a splendid day!! Enjoy!! <3


“You haven’t seen them like I have Sparkler,” Varric remarked, tipping back in his seat, arms folded across his chest. “I knew them way before you showed up with the whole mage fiasco.”  

“Well, it doesn’t exactly take a genius to know what’s going on there!” Dorian scoffed, hunching over the table. “The Inquisitor arrived while we were playing chess and the commander’s face became redder than my wine! I thought he might remove me from the game himself.”  

“Then you should’ve seen it in the very beginning,” Varric exclaimed, stifling his laughter. “I swear to the very Maker after we went to the Hinterlands they actually asked me if the commander was ‘unwed’.”  

Dorian nearly choked on his ale, clamping a hand over his mouth.  

“You’re kidding!”  

“I wish I could make things up like this!”  

“Well I think as the Inquisitor’s best friend I ought to-”  

“Wait – you don’t really think you beat me in that competition,?” Varric scrunched up his nose, doubtful.  “I’ve been with them since the start.” 

“Oh, I don’t think – I know so.“  He puffed out his chest with pride, his brows raising. “We’re practically - and literally family!” 

“Willing to wager a bet on the better friend then?”  

“Of course~.”  

Varric cracked his knuckles, a thought almost instantly bursting into his head as he peered closer to the mage.  

“Alright, whoever can get them together first then. We’ll know with ‘true love’s kiss’.” He sneered, a pettiness laced in his voice that could only honestly come from Dorian.  “that’ll settle this.”

“Get ready to eat your heart out sparkler.” 

“The same to you, dwarf.” 

From then on, it only really seemed to spiral out of control. 

Once Varric knew, so did Cassandra.

Leading to Leilana, Josephine, Blackwall, and so on.

To put it lightly - the entirety of the inner circle, knew and relished in this bet. 

Leiliana had more than once offered to stir the pot, bringing up ideas such as ‘mysterious letters from a secret admirer’ to wring jealousy from the commander.

Josephine even had suggested more than a few rumors to etch out the nervous, hesitant pair from hiding. 

“I think the commander ought to make the move first,” Blackwall had confessed during one of their first ‘meetings’, a few of them huddled up within the barn. “you can see how clearly he wants to.” 

“Cullen?” Sera snickered, kicking the side of his seat playfully. “The man freezes when the Inquisitor smiles at him!” 

“He didn’t become commander by freezing up,” The Iron Bull noted, clicking his tongue. “He’ll step up when it counts.” 

“And you don’t think the Inquisitor will?” Cassandra scoffed. “I’ve seen them tear down a giant - a man shouldn’t be an issue.” 

“We’re not talking about killing here Cassie,” Bull snorted, a smug grin tugging at his lips as he saw how the woman shot up in outrage at the nickname. “You don’t need to pick the dwarf’s side because he writes your favorite ‘novels’.” 

“They both want to,” Cole murmured, fiddling with his hands sheepishly. “His heart lights up when he sees them, and their head is always full of thoughts of him.” 

Bull pointed at the rouge, as though that proved his entire point. 

“I stand by my word, The Inquisitor will-” 

“I will what?” 

They all had froze as you strode in, your arms setting on your hips as you looked to all of them. 

Sera scrambled to her feet, giving a small, meek wave.

“That’s my signal to go-” 


“Hey…lovely seeing you innit?” She chuckled quietly, clearing her throat awkwardly as she sat back down. “Right I know - sit back down - you got it.” 

“All we were doing was betting on how long it’ll take you to beat Corypheus’s ass,” Bull simpered, tipping his head back to meet you. “don’t worry boss, we’re all thinking he’ll be down in five seconds flat.” 

You crinkled your nose, amused as you pat his shoulder lightly.

“I’m flattered, but I really don’t think that’s possible-” 

“You’re right,” Cassandra stood up, shooting Blackwall and Bull steel gazes before glancing up to you, smiling softly. “It’ll take three.” 

You couldn’t quite describe the confusion that overwhelmed you then, your brow furrowing as the warrior gestured to you to follow.

“Inquisitor, if you would?” She asked. “Varric was hoping he could talk to you.” 

“Oh,” You tried to hide the hint of bewilderment in your tone. “Of course.” 

The others burst up from their seats in an instant, Blackwall and Bull erupting in a flurry of concerned whispers, as Cassandra led you to the main hall.

“…Why couldn’t Varric just come get me himself?” You found yourself asking. 

“He had a surprise, and he asked me to bring you to him if someone found you,” She came up with abruptly, a lump growing in her throat. “He asked just about everyone in Skyhold.”  

You nodded, unable to truly believe in what she told you, still resigning yourself to follow your friend as she brought you to him.

Varric had never beamed so brightly as he did before when he saw you, clapping his hands as he shot up from his seat. 

“Ah! Your Inquisitorialness! Always a pleasure.” 

“You…you wanted to speak with me?” 

“That I did!” He glanced to Cassandra, giving her a small wink before she left, trying to stifle his laughter as she groaned. 

“Here, sit down,” He tapped the rim of the seat across from him, setting himself up. “I need to talk to you about someone.” 

Your legs crossed as you situated yourself, your lips shifting into a frown. 




“Your Commander~.” 

You scoffed, your stomach fluttering as though enveloped in clouds at his mention.

But his tone hid something that left you uneasy.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about-” 

“The leader of your armies of course!” 

You had never felt such relief.

You prepared to steady yourself, suddenly halted as he bent down, smirking smugly than you thought it might be possible for a person to. 

“And how obviously he fancies you.” 

Electricity shot through you in an instant.

“W-What?” You had to quiet yourself from yelping, grabbing tight on to the ends of your sleeves. “What’re you talking about?” 

“You don’t have to hide this sort of thing from me you know,” He retorted. “According to Cassandra, romance is kind of my thing.” 

“Cullen is a very commendable leader and valued member of my advisors,” You scrambled to maintain your cool, failing miserably. “Yes, I may appreciate his dedication to our cause, his growth as a person, and maybe how when he is passionate how he’ll ramble and light up like a fire and-” 

You stopped yourself, letting out a heavy sigh as you held your face in your hands. 

“Andraste’s sake…” 

“It’s alright,” Varric hummed, grinning. “He’s head over heels for you too! All you gotta do is tell him!” 

“How do you even know that?” 

“Just about everyone in Skyhold and their grandmothers have seen how you two look at each other. The moment you both start talking to each other nobody knows if it’ll be a day of a year before you’re done!” 

He pointed to you almost accusingly. 

“And don’t you dare tell me you don’t adore Curly’s locks.” 

“That’s…that’s kind of odd Varric.” 

“Am I wrong?” 

“I won’t answer that.” 

“I didn’t even need an answer to know,” He shrugged, that familiar smugness from when you first met him ever so obvious. 

“Listen, the point is - you should tell him,” He softened his tone, sincere. “I knew Cullen long before this whole archdemon asshole Corypheus and I have never seen anyone do what you do to him.” 

You yielded, letting out a deep breath. 

“You honestly think that?” 

“I never thought I’d see the man smile - let alone laugh. Those are just about the most common things happening with him when he’s around you,” Varric assured you, genuinely kind. “He’s actually happy when he’s with you. I never even thought ‘happy’ and ‘Curly’ would go together.” 

“You’re only going to lose this chance if you don’t take it.” 

You jabbed him at his dramatic words, however much his support legitimately meant to you.

“Alright, alright fine,” You melted just a bit, beaming kindly at him. “Thank you Varric.” 

“That’s what friends are for.” 

You stood up, taking in a deep, nervous breath as you prepared yourself to make your way to the commander’s tower.

Only stopped as you ran into the man himself.

With Dorian. 

The mage suddenly stopped speaking, nudging Cullen closer to you with a prideful glint that perhaps could’ve been his signature by then. 

“Oh - um…Inquisitor,” He coughed embarrassedly. “I uh - I was just on my way to find you-” 

“Can we talk?” You blurted out, your mind racing quicker than you thought possible. “In private?” 

“Yes - I’d like that,” He muttered, heat trickling onto his cheeks. “I’d like that a lot.” 

The two of you disappeared through the endless rows of doors shortly after, Varric and Dorian nearly splitting at the seams as they paced and waited anxiously. 

Only to be met with an answer as they watched the two of you along the barracks later, hands ribboned together as you came to the stairsteps. 

And you kissed him.

It was tender as you held his face in your palms for just a moment, Cullen melting into your touch that he appeared to hang onto you as you parted, a smile stretching from ear to ear on his expression.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Dorian grinned, seemingly warmed by the affection. “guess that means I lose?” 

“You bet your ass it does,” Varric smirked, shoving his fists into his pockets. “Inquisitor’s lucky though.” 

“How so?” 

“They’ve got a pretty great friend in you,” Varric admitted, glancing to Dorian. 

“Even if you’re still second to me.” 

Dialogue Challenge #2. Driving Miss Crazy

This is in regards to @mustardyellowsunshine dialogue challenge. I loved it so much, I did it again. This is originally from my WiP: Just EMTime, but I jist,had to throw it out here.

For my best gals: @inunanna @lacyjaybird @adorableears7 @kags09 @keichanz @inukag-4ever.

I hope y'all like this!!! Xoxoxoxo 😘😘

Warning: May be kinda-sorta, long. 😁


“Ma’am. I’m going to need you to lay still. You’ve been in an accident.”

“Yeah, wench. Lay still, I gotta start an IV and yer flopping around isn’t helpin’.”

“Inuyasha. Why are you always so crude. Can’t you see this woman is scared?”

“She looks horrible– ow!”

“Never say that. A woman with a body like that is bound to be beautiful.”

“Do I need to call Sango and tell her how yer hittin’ on a critical?”

“You wouldn’t– I was only– Fine.”

“Lady. Stop movin’!”

“You have the most beautiful eyes.”


“Can I rub your ears?”

“Is she–”

“Hitting on you? Yes, my dear friend. She most definitely is. I’ll be up front, give you two some alone time.”

“Wipe that shit eatin’ grin off your face, bouzo.”

“We alone? Good. Let me touch your ears now.”

“Hey! I said lay still. Put your arms down, NOW.”

“But you’re so handsome. I really wanna touch em.”

“I said no.”

“But you make me feel things.”


“Not those types of things, pervert.”

“I didn’t say anything.”


“Why you—”

“Inuyasha, are you half dog-demon or is it a cat- OUCH!”

“Told ya to stop movin’.”

“You did that on purpose.”

“Ya have no proof— and I’m not a fucking cat.”

“Then you’re a beautiful dog demon.”

“Half. And quit callin’ me beautiful.”

“Handsome. Gorgeous. Smoking hot. That better? Awe! You’re blushing!”

“I am not! Look wench. You were in a nasty ass car accident and ya look terrible. There’s a severe gash over your right eye on your temporal lobe. There’s blood everywhere and I still need an IV to start these fluids. So I’ma need you to stop flirting with me and get yer shit under control— wha- why are ya cryin’?!”

“I just complimented you and you’re yelling at me!”

“St- stop it! I’m sorry okay? I just wanna help you.”

“O- okay. I- I’’ll try to be still.”

“Good. I think I can get this is one stick.”

“Be gentle. I’m damaged goods.”

“Keh. You got that right. Okay got it. See? That wasn’t so bad.”

“Now can I rub your ears? Oh don’t growl at me, puppy.”

“I’ve had it up to the roof with ya.”

“Oh please. You love the attention.”

“Ha! Lady, I haven’t gotten attention since my mom was alive.”

“I’m sorry, Inuyasha.”

“Nah. I don’t need pity. It’s been years now. Quit ya cryin’.”

“But it’s so sad! I’ll give you all the attention you deserve!”

“Holy fucking- yer a nut, woman.”

“But you like me anyway and my name isn’t lady, wench or woman. It’s Kagome. Ka-go-me. Use it buddy.”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

“Say it.”


“What’s my name?”


“Wrong. What’s my name?”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh I’d love that. What’s my name?”

“Goddammit! KAGOME! Okay?! You’re name is Kagome. Happy now?”

“Mmm. I will be after you take me to dinner.”

“How the fuck did you come up with that?”

“Because I know you want to.”

“The pain meds got you even more crazy in the brain.”

“You may be right, but I know what I want and when I set my mind to it, I get what I want.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“I’m serious, Inu-ya–sha.”

“Bout damn time you fell asleep. Shit.”


Four weeks later


“Kouga! So nice to see you!”

“How’s my favorite RN today?”

“I don’t know. How is Ayame? Hmm?”

“You wound me, Kags.”

“I bet I did. Where’s Ginta?”

“Took the day off. I have another partner today. He’s from M.M. across town.”

“Oh, where is he?”

“Yo, mutt. Come to the second floor. Someone I want to meet.”

“Copy wolf-shit.”

“He’s on his way up.”

“Y'all’s communication is amazing.”

“We’ve been friends for years. It’s just how we are.”

“Kouga why the hell  are you just standin’ arou-”

“Mutt, meet Kagome Higurashi. Best damn nurse on Tokyo. Kagome meet Inuyasha Takahashi.”


“Why are you staring at her like th—”



“What the hell? Y'all know each other already?”

“He’s the rude paramedic who picked me up.”

“Rude? You’re the bitch who wouldn’t sit still long enough for me to give an IV.”

“Yeah well I was in an accident and I was scared!”

“Scared my ass. You were throwing around fucking compliments and shit the whole time. I finally had to give you Phenergan to knock you out.”

“You knocked me out on purpose?! I had a concussion!”

“I know how to do my job, bitch.”

“Do not growl at me you over-sized puppy. I–”

“Back away from each other. You two need to shut up or go somewhere else to talk. People are starting to stare.”

“Keh. Can we just get this patient and go already?”

“What he said.”

“Damn y'all are salty. Fine. 223’s chart Miss.”

“Right here. Report: Yamaguchi, Keito. Seventy-six years old. Diagnosed with COPD Exacerbation Hypertension. Cellulitis lower, right leg. Foley at time of transfer and PICC line upper right arm. He has trouble breathing so he’ll need to be transferred with an oxygen tank at 2 liters.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Bye Kouga. Tell Ayame yo call me later. Inuyasha, good day.”

“Back at cha.”

“You two are crazy.”

“Let’s just go.”


“Oh. It’s you again. What can I do for you?”

“I have to do a follow up on my transfers.  223 was your patient so I’m giving report.”

“Go ahead.”

“Yamaguchi, Keito. Seventy-six years old. Diagnosed with COPD Exacerbation,  Hypertension. Cellulitis lower, right leg. Foley at time of transfer and PICC line in right arm. O2 was stable at 2 liters when dropped off at the Village.”

“Thank you— is that all?”


“I’m sorry, speak up and slower. I didn’t hear you.”

“I said how do you feel?”

“Fine? OH you mean since my accident. I’m better. Took a few weeks though. This is my first day back since then.”

“The way you looked, I’d figured you be out for a long time.”

“For your information, I had all four of my wisdom teeth taken out that morning before that idiot hit us. So I was loopy, swollen and scarred.”

“Loopy ain’t the word. You were bat shit crazy.”

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t give me that look. You were! Throwing around compliments about— ah forget it.”

“About what? Oh god what all did I say? I only remember bits and pieces. Inuyasha tell me.”

“You were talking about my eyes and ears.”

“What’s wrong with complimenting them? You have nice eyes and I really wanna touch the ears— oh forget I said that!”

“Why? WHY do you like them? I’m a half-breed. No one really cares about how I feel.”

“Well I’m not everyone else and I like them. They are so cute.”

“Don’t call me cute.”

“Handsome. Gorgeous. Smoking hot. That better?”

“You said that in the ambulance too.”

“Yeah and I also remember asking you to dinner.”

“You were doped up.”

“So? I told you I remember bits and pieces.”

“Yeah, but I—”

“Oh please. The offer still stands.”

“You can’t be serious! No one—”

“Stop. I’m not just anyone. You’ll figure that out soon enough.”

“Kinda bold ain’t cha?”

“What do I got to lose? I think what happened, happened for a reason. Carpe Diem!”

“I— you can’t just demand a date from someone like that!”

“Then how would you do it?”

“Well for starters I wouldn’t be so fucking rude–”

“Oh that’s a first.”

“— as I was sayin’, I’d just be like, would you go to dinner with me? And wait for a response.”

“I would love to have dinner with you. Friday at 730? I have the weekend off.”



“What the fuck?! I never asked you out.”

“You just did.”

“NO. I was giving you an example— wait. You did that shit on purpose.”

“Next time be more gentle when sticking someone for an IV.”

“Why you sneaky bitch.”

“Pick me up at seven-thirty from here. I’ll be waiting in the lobby. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Awe. That was a genuine smile. I knew you had it on you.”

“Keh. Get her ass back to work. People could be dying.”

“And I guess that goes for you too, huh puppy?”

“I swear, if you call m— what was that for?!”

“It’s called a kiss and calm down. It was only a peck.”


“What? Did I embarr— ommph.”



“Wha– what was that for?”

“When ya plant a kiss on someone, that is how you do it, woman.”

“Duly noted.”

“Get back to work. I’ll see ya Friday night.”

“I’m holding you to it. And I look forward to other surprise kisses.”

“Keh. We’ll see about that, Ka-go-me.”

“Yes. Yes we will, puppy.”


Imagine : Seeing Sirius right after he ran away from home (II)

@drinix asked me to write a second part to this imagine, so here we go! Hope you like it!

Warning : This deals with Sirius’s violent parents, so if you’re not comfortable with such theme, don’t read what follows.

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dreams-of-feysand  asked:

It's Nothing and/or Stepping Up for Rowaelin, pls!

It’s Nothing was the most requested prompt, and since this lovely user specified what ship, i answered this one!

No more prompts please! I just needed a little break from my other story, but thank you all for taking the time to ask!

Btw, a little different from a SickFic, more of a HurtFic!

Pain lashed through Aelin Galathynius’s calf, and for a moment, she thought an arrow had struck her. Then she looked down.

Nothing. There was nothing wrong, asides from the black blood of the Valg covering every inch of her.


He was hurt.

Panicked, she looked around the crumbling courtyard of the little manor house. Where was Rowan?

She swore as the distraction nearly cost her an arm as a Valg swung for her. She dodged it easily and plunged Goldryn into its spine. It gave an unearthly howl of pain and then it was dead. Aelin looked around again. She must’ve just had the last one.

The twins and Aedion were checking the corpses, making sure each one was dead, and Lysandra sat with Elide and Lorcan in ghost leopard form, purring as Elide scratched her neck, but…

“Rowan!” she called.

Both Rowan and Gavriel were missing.

Aelin sheathed her sword and gave a firm tug on that glimmering bond that bound her to Rowan. There was a moment of nothing, then, Aelin, I’m fine—

Aelin swore as she saw Rowan limp up from behind Lorcan and Elide, a wound evident on his calf.

Aedion said something, but she didn’t hear it as she sprinted towards her mate.

Her injured mate.

Both panic and anger rose in her chest, but Aelin shoved them down. “What happened,” she said as she finally neared,

He was walking. He was fine just a large gash on his… leg.

A wave of nausea wrapped around Aelin’s insides at the sight. She didn’t know why. She’d seen and given much worse injuries.

Rowan didn’t even glance down, he just met her eyes briefly. “I’m fine, Aelin, one of those bastards got a little too close with a broadsword,” he looked her over. “Are you alright?”

She nodded, breathless.

Rowan scanned her again and offered her his hand, which she took without hesitation. He stopped walking and turned towards her, cupping her face with one hand. “I’m fine, Fireheart. It’s nothing.”

Aelin leaned into his touch. “It’s hard,” she admitted. Rowan nodded, “I know. It is for me too.”

Aelin still felt shaken twenty minutes later when she had finally— finally— sat down besides Rowan inside the ruins of the building. They’d come in to make sure nothing nasty had decided to stick around in the house, but after a few minutes, she had ordered Rowan to sit down and rest his leg. He hadn’t protested.

Aelin reached into the pack she’d carried in and grabbed the clean bandage and tin of antiseptic balm. He didn’t say anything when she rolled up his pant leg and began to ever so gently dab the strong-smelling balm on the gash. Rowan winced, and Aelin mumbled an apology.

“Aelin,” he said after another minute of silence.

She didn’t look up from her work, pausing only to grab the cotton bandages.

“Aelin, love, look at me.”

Tears gathered in her eyes, she didn’t know why.

Rowan leaned forward and cupped her face with his warm hands. “Aelin, I am fine. It will heal. It doesn’t hurt that bad.”

Aelin swiped at her eyes angrily. “I don’t know why I’m being so,” she unrolled the bandage, “gods-damn emotional, Rowan. It’s the mate bond, I think. I felt when you got wounded and…”

She met his pine colored eyes. “It scared me, Rowan.”

“It’s not bad to be scared, Aelin. Especially if you’re scared for the ones you love.”

Aelin sighed and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He smiled against her, and reached to tug her forward, but Aelin pulled away.

“I’ll kiss you, Prince,” she ran a hand up his calf, “When I’m done.”

He rolled his eyes, “It really is nothing.”

She just shook her head and wrapped the bandage slowly.

Rowan rotated his foot slowly, “Thank you.”

She hummed and began crawling into his lap. When she had settled, Aelin tucked her head into the crook of his neck.

He wrapped his arms around her and began tracing invisible patterns on her back. She breathed him in, and placed a soft kiss onto his neck. “How long,” he drawled, “do you think we have until they come looking for us?”

Aelin shrugged and raised her head. “I don’t care,” she said roughly. Then she kissed him. And despite the overwhelming shit that was going on around them, Aelin felt as though she had found peace. The two of them together equated in peace.


“Pray You Catch Me”….Pt. 5

Tonight is the opening party for Leah’s second shop, “Haute Couture Studios.” She worked her ass off to get to this point in her career and I couldn’t be any more proud. Originally, this place was supposed to be a small branch off from her main boutique where she could style her top clients in private. Well shit, as she started building, that boss nature of hers took over and she turned this place into the main focus of her brand. She poured her heart, soul, and pockets, ha, into this venture, hooking it the fuck up. When she told me she wanted to make it better than her first spot, I asked her how much she needed and was prepared to double it. Shit, she’s my world and I will give anything to make sure she’s happy. I started to make a call to my bank, but she stopped me, saying that it wasn’t necessary and that this was something she needed to do alone. I gottta admit, I was feelin a little swole when she shut me down, but after thinking about it, I respected her even more for her decision. She wanted to make sure that this place represented everything she worked hard for, including using only money that she earned. Shit, it definitely paid off. Her studio is dope and is already booked for the next few months. Tonight’s event is probably the largest one she’s ever thrown. From the sponsors, red carpet, and amount of celebrities in this place, my baby really outdid herself. She looks amazing too, stunning from head to toe. I guess you could say I’m in awe of her right now and I made damn sure she knew it. I couldn’t keep my hands off her or stop smiling whenever someone asked me about my feelings towards her endeavors. I was in a great mood, flirting with her and being around friends, until my aunt arrived with my uncle. Even though Leah invited them, I in no way expected him to show his face, waltzing in here like he ain’t a dog. This mothafucka is still stalling, refusing to tell my aunt about the baby. Cay is due in a few weeks and I get the feeling that he’s going to hide everything as long as he can. As the night went on, he continued to act as if he’d done nothing wrong..flirting and gripping her waist the entire time. That shit made me sick. Unable to take anymore of his bullshit, I told him I needed to holla at him. I knew this probably wasn’t the right time, but I’ve had enough. We went downstairs, away from everybody including any bloggers or reporters that could overhear what I had to say. My uncle knew what was up, and met me with the same hostility I had towards him.

“So what the fuck you wanna talk about Moses? Last time I checked, you said you ain’t got shit to say to me.” 

“If it wasn’t for your ass comin up in here, parading Moms around like everything’s all good, it would’ve stayed that way. When the fuck are you gonna quit playin games and tell her??”

“Here we go with this shit again. Number one, she’s my wife…I’m not parading her around, she asked me to come with her and I did. Number two, you gettin way out of line questioning me like this. I think you’re forgetting that I, am your father and you, are my sonWhat I choose to tell your mother is my, business. I’m going to take care of it when I feel it’s the right time. You need to mind yours.”   

“Mind mines?? Really?? Humph, ok…” I said, heated as hell, nodding my head. “Your the one who brought me into this, convincing me to keep up your lie, knowing I would do it to only protect her. You think Imma stop because you’re telling me too?? I’m only giving you the chance to tell her as a courtesy, because you are my father. But shit, it’s lookin like you ain’t never gonna tell her, so I’m gonna have to. You’re takin this L you’re so scared of having.” 

“Fuck you say to me boy?? L?? You talkin real crazy right now…Please don’t make me have to check yo ass at your girlfriend’s event.” He threatened, as he moved closer to me.  

A few scenarios flashed across my mind, as I tried to figure out how I was gonna handle this. He’s pissed at himself and wants to take it out on me. To be honest, I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to hook off on this mothafucka. I inched closer, ready to fight, but eventually came to my senses. Even though he deserves it, this ain’t the time or the place. Besides, even though I’m pissed at him, he’s still my Pops and I really don’t want this to come to blows.

“Man, just back up. Nobody is tryin to fight you.” 

Just as I said that, Blake came downstairs. He saw that my uncle wasn’t letting shit go, so he decided to intervene. 

"Come on Mason, whatever’s goin on, it ain’t that deep for this. Like Mo said, he ain’t tryin to fight you.” He said, attempting to push my uncle back. “Damn man, I leave the picture for one quick second, trying to adjust to this married life, and y’all at each other’s throats.” 

“You mean married demands?….” My uncle said, laughing, trying to play shit off to Blake. 

“Ha, somethin like that, you know your daughter. But yeah, y’all need to get it together, the three of us used to be tight and I need all the support from family I can get with the baby comin and shit.” 

“Damn, I forgot about that…A father and a grandfather?” I said, staring at my uncle as he narrowed his eyes.  

“Yup…Imma be a dad and this old man is gonna be a grandad” Blake said, laughing, unaware that I was taking a stab at my uncle. “Once you and Leah join the club, shit will be complete. The two of us clueless as shit, taking tips from this dude with his five kids, ha.”

“Yeah, Yeah…Whateva” *laughing* “But umm, let me grab Vivian so we can get out of here.” He said, dabbing Blake up. “I feel like it’s about that time….”   

When he came back downstairs with my aunt, I made sure to give her a hug and saw them out along with Blake. Trying to “show” me that my words meant nothing, my uncle decided to hug and kiss her while they waited for their driver. I grew angry but kept my cool. Since this coward ass mothafucka wants to keep her in the dark about his baby, I’m going to make damn sure she knows very soon.

Later on that night……   

“Sooo….Are you…gonna…tell me what happened…between you…and your uncle…tonight?” Leah asked, as I ignore her question, continuing to kiss her and move my hand up her thigh. 

“Damn woman, you came prepared this time….No thong and snaps on this dress for easy access? If I didn’t have your gift waiting downstairs, I’d fuck you right here.” 

“Mmmmm…” She moaned, biting her lip. “Nice try, though…”

“Whachu mean?…” I asked, gettin at her neck.

“Shit….Even though this feels good…as…fuck….You need to answer my question.”

“Can’t that wait, until…”

“Nope…” She said, cutting me off, pullin on my beard. “I thought we had an agreement.”

“Aight fine. He was kinda pissin me off, being all over my aunt and what not, when he’s still keepin the baby a secret. I couldn’t take that fake ass shit anymore, so I let him know. He got mad, even wanted to fight me, but I wasn’t gonna let that happen here. Blake got him to chill out too and after that he grabbed my aunt and left. I thought I kept it under wraps though…Shit. Do you think anybody else noticed?” I asked, praying that no one actually did. 

“Nah….I only noticed you left to confront him because I know the situation. Honestly, I’m glad you did. He lost his damn mind thinking its okay to do this shit to her.”

“Yup. It’s okay though, this game he’s playin is gonna end real soon. But that’s enough about his drama…This is your night.” I said, kissing her arm. “Let’s go downstairs to what’s supposed to be your office, ha. I still have to give you your gift.”   

After she damn near busted my eardrums being overly excited for her gifts, I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed on her shoulder while she looked over them.

“Bae, do you know how long I’ve been trying to get these bags?? Like, seriously…I’ve been on a waiting list for months.”

“I know, that’s why I had to come through for you.”

“Ughh, you make me sick…” She said cheesin hard as hell. “Now I can’t comment on the fact that you lugged a freakin mattress in here.” 

“Whatchu talkin about?” *laughing* “That’s part part of your gift…Shit, the best one too. I like to think that I had something to do with the success of your boutique, fuckin your brains out after that opening night. I’m just tryin to give you all the blessings you need for this one…So take your pick. We can start on this desk or that mattress.” 

“You are somethin else…” She said, jokingly punching my arm. “You were good with the bags, but you lost your mind with this mattress.” 

“And what about the car??”

“Wait, I thought those were your keys?”

“My keys? Since when did I have a Maserati?” I asked, picking them up from her desk.

“Ahhh!!…You got me the car I wanted too!!??”

“Yup…Same four-seater. I also picked a Range for me, since I don’t have a family car either. Gotta get prepared right?”

"So extra…” She said, smiling and shaking her head. “I honestly wasn’t sure if you wanted to push the IVF cycle back or not with everything going on with your family.”   

"Listen, that drama is not going to stop anything we’re doing for us. Regardless of what happens, we gotta continue with our plans. So that means in two months, we start the next chapter.” I said, as I pulled her in for a kiss. “Now back to what I said earlier…Pick one…The desk or the mattress…”

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