i am frustrated with this idiot!!!

Imagine if Jily were alive during Harry’s second year

Harry and Ron: *crash the Weasley’s car into the Whomping Willow*


Ron: *gets a howler*


*awkward headshake by Ginny*

Harry: *gets a howler*


* occasional clapping and sounds of party poppers bursting in the background, obviously done by Wormtail*

Ron during the Feast: How come do you not get scolded! ;_;

Harry (smirking): It’s a Marauder thing.

McGonagall (who obviously hears that comment while passing the timetable): Trust me, Mr. Weasley. It’s truly a Marauder thing.

Tipsy - Request

Requested by anon: I would like to request a Sherlock x reader where he has been drugged and how he’s really cute and a little dirty towards her in front of John. Haha like while “high”. Just super fluffy and cute and maybe a little smutty/implied smut/ a little dirty haha. I get if you’re too busy or don’t feel like writing it, no problem. Love you.
& anon: I have a request for you (if youre still taking..?) so sherlock and john gets drunk and sherlock starts hitting on (and gets kissy and touchy) on reader which has been her girlfriend for months xD ?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 2,026

Warnings: Just like in “The sign of three” this things gives a lot of twists.

A/N: Drunk Sherlock and Watson are my fave, I loved this so much!


Sherlock and John weren’t the kind of men to get drunk every week, however and because of the stress they had been put through in their last case, they decided to go to the bar together.

At first it was just beer and talking and complaining, but then, someone recognized Sherlock and decided to put a little something on his beer which, added up to what he had already drunk, ended up turning him into a dizzy, slurry mess.

John was drunk as well, but for a different reason: he had mixed tequila with beer.

They walked – stumbled – their way back to Baker Street. It wasn’t even ten o’clock when that happened, so both (Y/N) and Mrs. Hudson were up and sharing a cup of tea while the boys came back, doing all kinds of strange noises as they walked in that called both women’s attention.

“What are you two doing here?” Mrs. Hudson asked as she and (Y/N) walked out to the stair case where John and Sherlock were laying. (Y/N) couldn’t help but to laugh at the image and the sound of her laughter caught Sherlock’s attention.

“(Y/N)!” He cheered drunkenly, “AREN’T YOU THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BEING ON EARTH?”

“Wow, someone’s loud tonight.” She joked and Sherlock walked to her and held her tightly against his chest.

“You are sooooo beautiful!” He slurred, “And so hot, would you be my girlfriend?”

“I am already your girlfriend, Sherlock.” (Y/N) spoke clamly, unable to contain the giggle that left her lips.

“I’m such a lucky man I’m jealous of myself …” Sherlock cupped her face and started kissing her passionately, like never before. (Y/N) tried to pull away but Sherlock’s grip was tight and it wasn’t until he needed air that he let go off her.

“You’re so drunk!” She giggled.

“And you’re stunning.” Sherlock mumbled, “Delightful, splendid, a Greek muse right in front of me! DATING ME!”

“Sherlock Holmes is a poet when he’s drunk, what are the chances!” Watson spoke from behind, right before he bursted in a dry laughter. Mrs. Hudson laughed with him and then both women dragged them upstairs.

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|Kissing Pact| R. MANTLE IMAGINE

IMAGINE ABOUT: Reggie and Y/N play a certain dangerous game. 
Who kisses first loses.
 Enjoy fam. Have a wonderful weekend babies. 

Tell me if you like it so I can make more :) 


I guess you could say this is what an awkward tension filled environment feels like. Veronica and some of my other friends arrived a while ago and since then, everyone’s been doing their own thing really. Joaquin and Kevin keep pissing each other and then making out a few seconds later. Veronica and my friend Betty seem to be getting along, I think I can play matchmaker one day and set them up on a date. I don’t know if Betty is into girls or not though, but damn they’d look adorable together. Chuck and Moose have been on their phones since they got here, only casually getting up for some drinks, and Reggie and I have been trying to keep our hands to ourselves for the rest of the night, well maybe only he is.

I thank god that the lights are turned off because if nor, everyone would have given us ‘what the fuck are you doing’ look and I would killed Reggie with my bare hands. Speaking of hands, his seem to be wandering around me quite much and it’s making me want him even more. 

Out bodies still lay beside each other, pressed and warm. His hands circle my waist an the other falls on his lap. I keep my hands to myself, intertwining them together not allowing them to fall to my stopach. Every other minute, he starts rubbing my hip as slow as posible and lowers his hand, teasing me with his fingers. His eyes stare at me, almost like he’s waiting for me to crack and jump him in a minute. 

I decide to play along with his unfair fucking game and un-intertwine my fingers from each other, slowly letting my left hand reach the hem of his shirt. 
I feel his stare burning thorough me but I ignore, letting my hands unbutton his pants and pull down his zipper. I hear his hot breath getting louder around me and I smirk to myself, dragging my fingers along the place his zipper was once zipped, making him shift in his seat. 

Interrupting my worrying thought, I feel his hot breathe circle around the back of my head beside my ear “You’re driving me fucking insane,” he bellowed. 
My lips twitch at his words and before I could comperhend what in the hell I’m doing, I tug on his shirt and stand up, motioning him to follow me. 

I make sure I get out of the lounge and down the kitchen as slowly as possible, knowing they’d question why the both of us leaving together. But in all honesty, I think everyone’s too busy to even care. I reach the kitchen and start pacing around. What the hell am I doing? I’m such a darn idiot, oh my god. There’s no backing out now, I’m doing it, I don’t care. I’m so damn frustrated. What am I saying? 

Cutting my thoughts, I see Reggie’s figure hop down the last step of stairs, running his hands through his hair and tugging at the ends. He comes towards me, which to me seemed like it’s taking forever for him to walk those steps. 
I roll my eyes at his smirking face and pull him by his shirt until we reach the middle of the kitchen, right in front of the counter. 

Catching me off guard, I feel his strength filled arms pulling my waist to his, wrapping them around me. One hand goes to my hair and the other stays safely on my waist, his thumb running over the exposed skin. His back is leaned against the counter table and my body is pushed against his, there’s no backing away now, huh?

I keep my eyes focused on his chest, not daring to look up at him, knowing well enough his piercing brown  eyes are looking right at me with a smirk plastered to his face in defeat. 
“Princess,” he whispers, his thumb and finger pulling my chin upwards to look at him. I melt in his arms the moment I do, making my knees go weak at his touch. “Finally?” his lips pull into a satisfied smile, leaning his forehead against mine, our nosing touching and our lips only inches away from each oters. 

“Shut the fuck up, Mantle.” I menage to whisper in his lips before he attached his to mine, cravingly. I almost immediately kiss him back, savouring the taste of his lips. His mouth works perfectly with mine, letting my hands go up to his neck and playing with the ends of his hair, tugging at them. 
Suddenly, I feel as if there is no one in this house and tonight might as well be the greatest night I’ve ever lived. The place goes muffled and the only thing I hear and feel is my hart racing and his hand all over, holding me in all the right places. 

Reggie’s lips feel like geather against mine, I feel them wanting and longing for more and I love it. I feel his smile on my lips, making it impossible not to smile back. He bites my lower lip and pecks my lips as soft as possible before pulling back with a grin on his face. He licks his lips and stares at me, waiting for my reaction. His warm hands don’t stop fiddling with my hair and resting on my shoulder. 

Both our hearts are beating hevily and anyone can tell by the heat between our bodies and our rising chest. I chuckle down to myself an bring my eyes to look up at his. “So, I guess no one wins.” I sigh

“I should’v bet something on this. I knew you couldn’t keep your hands off my for that long.” 

“My god, you just ruined a perfectly good moment, you dick face, and I just get you down here, you kissed me first, don’t make assumptions” I shake my head and shrug confidently. 

“No, princess, we both know you did.” 

“Don’t fucking argue with me, this is all your fault!” I throw my hands in the air. He laughs at my response, shaking his head. “You kissed me first and you know it, okay?” I conclude. 

“Hey,” he nods at me, “shut up.” before I could protest, his lips reattach to mine, this time harder and with more longing passion. I feel as if we’ve been doing this for eternity. His touch feels so familiar and his lips on mine feel like the simplest thing. I laugh in his lips, earning one back from him right away. 

Seconds later, his body pushes mine further into the center of the kitchen and kneels down enough for me not to have stand on the tip of my toes and struggle. His tongue licks my lower lip for etrance and I grant it the following second, wanting to feel him closer and stronger. 

He detaches his lips from mine for a second, still not leaving room for my lips to move or they’d be rejoined once again. “Jump,” he whispers, his hands sliding down in-between my thighs. I let out a shaky breath as his surprisingly good felt touch and do as he demands. I jump into his arms and wrap my hands arond his neck tighter, bring my legs around his waist. His scent flows over mine, irking of men’s cologne, and cold, he just smells like cold. 

His hands are supporting my body as if it’s the simplest thing in the world, not flinching nor letting out any sign of uncomfortable movement. He spins me around and settles me down on the counter table, his height still towering over mine by a few inches. Our lips don’t let go of each other, still battling and moving in synced action. My hands pull at his shirt from the back signifying I want it off. He takes no second to quickly let his lips pull away from mine to pull the shirt over head and onto the floor. I pull him closer, runnig my hands through his hair. Reggie’s lips reconnect with mine, kissing me slower. 

As I am about to tug on my own shirt, I feel the front foor pushing open. Fuck, not this again. I pull away from Reggie, staring at him in horror. He quickly reacts, pulling his shirt over his torse. I jump off the counter and sit on one of the stools, still cathing my breathe. 


Surprise! I have another Reggie fucking God Mantle. 

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Request: Can you write a smutty mafia boss au where Yoongi is known to be the most heartless person alive and would kill anyone in an instant, but when he comes home he treats his wife like a queen and would do anything for her.

Yoongi adjusts the cuffs of his expensive designer suit as he steps into the elevator.

He catches sight of himself in the mirror of the elevator. He hair is parted at the side, the jet black strands contrast beautifully with his pale skin giving him an intimidating, almost ghostly look. His eyes are cold and unreadable and despite his rather small height, his overbearing presence is enough to make even the bravest of men cry.

He smirks at the younger boy next to him, Jungkook, who seems to be staring at the older in awe. Yoongi had taken Jungkook under his wing a few weeks ago when he’d found the boy battered and bloody on the side of the road. It was unusual of Yoongi to show such kindness, his reputation of being a cold hearted killer preceded him, and everyone had been surprised at his act of generosity.

Maybe Yoongi was becoming too soft.

He would continually insist that he was only using Jungkook for personal gain, the boy was proving to have a lot of potential after all. He could probably make Yoongi and the organisation as a whole a lot of money in the future. Yet, there was another reason Yoongi was so fond of the boy, he reminded Yoongi of himself when he was younger. Back when his final shred of innocence hadn’t been taken away.

When the doors of the lift open, Yoongi takes the lead, confidently striding down the hallway with Jungkook following behind like a loyal little puppy. When he reaches the right room, he swings the door open without hesitation and everyone sitting inside falls silent due to his powerful, intimidating aura.

The only sound that can be heard is Yoongi and Jungkook’s footsteps against the polished wooden floor as they enter. Out of the corner of his eye, Yoongi could see Jungkook’s face turning slightly red, he knew the younger hated being the centre of attention. One day he would have to get over his shyness, however, Jungkook always got the job done when it needed doing and that’s all Yoongi cared about for now.

Yoongi sits down at the head of the table, Jungkook sliding into the chair next to him.

No one dares speak.

Finally Yoongi clears his throat “So is anyone going to tell me what’s going on or are you all just going to sit there?”

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Goodbye Mr. English Guy (Newt Scamander X Reader)

Requested: Yes

@fangirl4mbct: Hi can you do a Newt X Reader where the reader is a muggle (her and newt are in love) and she and Jacob get their memories taken but they still become friends and open the bakery together a few days later Queeny, Tina and Newt walk in and see them smiling and the reader looks at the three before looking back at Jacob with a knowing smile and she says something like “finally you guys come in here how long has it been since we’ve last seen you” and it’s all cute and fluffy?

Word Count: 974

A/N: Yay, I finally wrote something! I’m sorry for the long wait, I just never found the time to sit my butt down and write a full paragraph, hehe.
I changed the plot a tiny bit but I hope that’s alright! I’m sorry if this sucks!


They all stared teary-eyed as Jacob walked away, not looking back. People passed, drenched from head to toe, their memories fading away.
The four people still sheltered from the rain, remained unnoticed. Millions of tiny water crystals fell onto the streets, the patter of the heavy droplets soothing and welcoming.

You knew it was your turn to step out and return to your normal life, you knew that it was the right thing to do. But your heart fought against you, not daring to move into the rain as if it were boiling acid. Acid that would strip away who you now were.

A gentle squeeze brought you back from your thoughts, you hadn’t realized that you were holding Newt’s hand.

“(Y/N), I…I can’t lose you,” Newt says, holding back tears that were threatening to fall. He had to be strong, for your sake. “We can make this work! You can climb into my case and I can take you to England and we can start a new life there without fear of being hunted by the ministry because they accept relationships with muggles and-”

He was stumbling over his words, something he did when he was extremely nervous. Oh, the things you already knew about the man and what he knew about you - and you had literally met over twenty-four hours ago! It was love at first sight, it was fate and now, it was being ripped apart.

You place your shaking hand on to Newt’s face and shake your head sadly.

“You know that’s risky Newt, I can’t have you get into any more trouble.”

“But-” he protests, desperately holding you closer.

“It’s…it’s alright, love. Jacob was right, I was never supposed to know any of this, it’s for…the best.”

He looks at you with sad but understanding eyes. A tear trickles slowly down his cheek.

“I love you.” he whispers.

“I love you too,” you say gently, tears also streaming down your face. You stand on your tiptoes and press your lips to his, savouring the feeling or his full lips against yours. You both tasted tears.
When you pulled away your body screamed for his touch, screamed to stay with him, but you fought against it, you had to.

You step back, face the streets and take a deep breath.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find her again,” Tina says gently to Newt. “We’ll find both of them, after all, they were friends before this whole thing.”

“But how will she remember?”

You smile sadly and turn your head ever so slightly and say, “I’m the same person, and I’ll find you attractive as soon as I see you. And if that doesn’t do anything helpful, grab me and kiss me, I won’t be complaining. Then…just be you, the one I fell in love with. Goodbye Mr. English Guy.”

With that, you step out into the rain and close your eyes. After a few seconds your head snaps up and you groan, quickly walking home.

“What kind of idiot am I for not bringing an umbrella?!” you scold yourself, bringing your hand up to rub your eyes with frustration.
Wait, had you been crying? You shake your head and tell yourself that it was just the rain.
“Damn the rain.” you mutter rather loudly before scurrying off.

“Damn the rain.” Newt repeats, watching you from a distance, hidden in the shadows.


“Okay, tell me again. You’re saying that someone just gave you a bunch of silver eggs to fund for this bakery?” you ask Jacob with bulging eyes and a smile as you stand with him behind the counter, serving eager customers from left and right.

“Yep, crazy isn’t it?” he replies laughing.

“Where’d you get your ideas from, Mr. Kowalski?” a woman with a smiling face asks, admiring the baked goods.

“I don’t know! I don’t know…They just come.”

Suddenly the bell on the door jingles and three people walk in. However one, in particular, catches your eye.

“Hullo,” Newt says, walking up to the counter where you and Jacob stood. Your eyes never left the handsome man’s face. Wait, did he just flicker his eyes towards you too? You didn’t know why but he seemed awfully familiar…

“Hello, there mister! How can I help you today?…” Jacob’s voice trails off as he sees a pretty blonde haired girl walk up beside the man you had eyes for.

“Oh, I can’t take this anymore.” the one with dark hair yells. “Do something!”

Newt blinks a couple times and swoops in and kisses you on the lips, taking you completely off guard.

Everyone stares at him in shock.

When he pulled away, he shrunk back, as if he expected you to slap him or anything. To be completely honest, you enjoyed it, a lot and you weren’t going to complain. But suddenly with a pang in your chest, it all came rushing back. A flood of memories filled you with warmth a and you ran around the counter and jumped into Newt’s arms, startling him this time.

“Oh Newt, I’ve missed you!” you say, hugging him tightly and burying yourself into him.

Jacob seems to snap out of the whole memory loss thing too and says with a knowing smile, “Finally, you guys showed up! How long has it been since we’ve last seen you?”

But you barely heard him, the sound of his voice being drowned out and overpowered by Newt’s presence. All you wanted to feel, hear and see was Newt, and all he wanted was you.

“So it wasn’t goodbye after all.” Newt murmurs into your ear, gripping you tightly as if you would slip out of his reach again.

“Yeah, although it was fun saying ‘Goodbye Mr. English Guy’.” you reply with a laugh.

He rolls his eyes and presses his lips to yours once more.

Mo Leannan

Chibs x Reader where Chibs stands the reader up on their one year anniversary.

A/N - Mo leannan means my love/my sweetheart in Scottish Gaelic x

Originally posted by journeyslegend

You curse under your breath, promising to what ever God is out there, that if the moron outside doesn’t stop pissing you off, you’re not going to be responsible for your actions.

A further two minutes, and the banging continues. Slamming your book shut, you make a loud noise of agitation, stomping your way over to your bedroom window and throwing it open. “Stop throwing rocks at my house, you twat!”

“I will once you let me explain!” Chibs retorts, a small stone being tossed from one hand to the other. His ass is plonked comfortably on his Harley, his sunglasses over his eyes as he looks up at you, a slight smirk on his lips at your rage.

“Come back when Hell freezes over!” you shout, slamming your window shut forcefully, the vibration rumbling through your house. You close your eyes, breathing deeply as you try to calm yourself, your body shaking with anger.

“Fucking Scottish prick.” you mumble, another small boulder bouncing on the brickwork of your place. You knew he wouldn’t give up, that you’d eventually have to go down and talk to him before he started howling Gaelic love songs, but you’d be dammed if you didn’t leave him stewing for as long as you could manage.

You see, last night was yours and Chibs’ one year anniversary of being together. You hadn’t wanted to make a big deal, knowing that things with the club were hectic. However, your idiotic yet totally romantic boyfriend had told you he was taking you to your favourite restaurant in town, so who were you to deny him?

Wanting to look and feel your absolute best, you’d spent most of the day yesterday prepping and getting ready. Your hair was perfectly curled and your makeup as flawless as could be, the red lace dress you’d brought especially for the occasion adorning your figure. If only it hadn’t gone to waste.

You’d sat in your house, waiting ever so patiently, from seven pm to eleven pm, just waiting. Nothing. No phone call, no text. Nada.

By the time you’d took all your makeup off - well, mainly cried it off - it was around one in the morning, your phone bleeping loudly just as you’d curled up into your sheets.

Only, it wasn’t your apologetic boyfriend on the phone. No, no, no. It was your highly intoxicated boyfriend, who’d rang you to tell you he was going to stop at the clubhouse, the celebrations from locking down a difficult deal interfering with his inability to drive.

After you cussed him out and told him what a complete asshole he was, you’d ended the call and somehow fell asleep, waking up this morning to thirty seven missed calls, twenty eight messages and a heavy banging on your front door.

Pulling yourself back to the present, you decide to try and distract yourself, grabbing the basket of dirty clothes from your room and trudging down the stairs.

You almost jump out of your skin when you see Chibs leaning up against your washing machine. “How many times have I told you to lock the back door, love? You never know who might get in.”

“Thanks for the lecture. Now if you don’t mind, piss off.” You move around the kitchen, completely ignoring his presence, which is easier said than done when you can feel his eyes watching your every move.

“How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?” Chibs says softly, like he knows how easily you break when he sounds so down. “I’m an idiot, I know I am-”

“You can cut the whole ‘feeling sorry for yourself’ thing, because it’s not gonna work.” He sighs deeply from behind you as you aggressively scrub your cutlery clean, your eyes threatening to cloud over out of anger and frustration.

You throw the scrubbing brush into the bowl of soapy water, turning to face the man you wish you could dislike, your fingers gripping the wooden edge of the counter. “I sat here for hours, Filip. I was so excited to spend some proper time with you, and I just waited and waited-”

You place your head in your hands as your eyelashes dampen with tears, heavy breaths leaving your mouth as you try to control your emotions. A shuffle of feet sounds in the room before you feel calloused hands on your elbows, gripping gently, attempting to move your hands away from your face.

“M'so sorry, mo leannan.“ he whispers, his expression full of guilt as you let him pull your arms down, silent teardrops slipping down your cheeks. He wipes them away carefully, his hands cradling your face. “I fucked up, but I promise I’ll spend eternity making it up to you.“

You sniffle, looking down at the floor and refusing to meet his eyes. “It feels like I never see you anymore. I don’t want to lose you.”

He shushes you quietly, as his arms wrap around you and pull you into his warmth, you letting him as you rest your head on his shoulder. “You’re not gonna lose me, lass, I’ll never let you go.”

You don’t respond, instead choosing to snuggle in further to his chest as he rocks you slightly, eventually calming you down. “How about you go run a bath? I’ll be up with a cuppa in a few.”

“Get me something stronger, please.” you ask, pulling back and resting your hands on your boyfriends chest. You smile shyly, placing a soft kiss upon Chibs’ lips. “You gonna join me? The bath is big enough for two.”

“Aye, princess. Bit of wine and a cuddle sounds perfect to me.”

A/N - Hey guys! Hope you liked this, I wrote about half of it a while back and finished it a day or so ago :) not sure whether I’m going to post a dean winchester imagine or a happy lowman one next, I’ll see how it goes :) thanks for your support!!! Xxx

Just Ask - Part 10

Originally posted by naih-reedus

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers would’ve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing.

A/N: Last part before the epilogue! I hope I don’t frustrate you guys too much HAHA. 

Part 9

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EXO’s Reaction to their 5 year old protecting you in an argument



*It’s hard to imagine Minseok yelling at you in anger but if he did, his daughter knew it wasn’t good. Seeing his daughter near tears mad him stop and rethink the situation. He’d then tell you he was going out to give you two some air and to calm down.*

“Now, I just gotta do something to make them forgive me…Flowers? Food? Both..?”

Originally posted by katherine8595


*He went to sleep that night with regret all over his being. Not only did he make you cry, but he also made his son mad at him. He wanted to apologize so bad but he knew he needed to do something big because a simple ‘Sorry’ is not going to cut anything.*

Gosh, I really messed up now haven’t I?”

Originally posted by daenso


*It’s also hard to imagine Yixing ever making you cry, so it must’ve been bad when he daughter came running in. He immediately told her he was never going to hurt you and opened his arms. It hurt him to see his baby girl hesitating and he knew it was going to take more than a hug to get you both to forgive him.*

“A song? Two songs, one for my baby and one for my littler baby…”

Originally posted by drawien


*The moment he heard his daughter’s little footsteps getting closer he immediately stopped yelling. She latched herself onto his leg to try and stop him from making you cry even more. He felt horrible and decided to just sit on the kitchen chair, head in hands and thinking over the situation.*

“Honey, will you take your mother up to her room while daddy figures out how to make her forgive me? I’m sorry you had to come in sweetheart, but you should know daddy would never hurt her, okay?”

Originally posted by katherine8595


*He knew he screwed up when he saw you wipe your tears, just as he was going to apologize, his little boy came running in and standing in front of you. He let out a small smile before crouching down. Allowing the kid to hit him before he apologized.*

“Look buddy, I was a little bit mad okay? You can hit me as hard as you want for making your beautiful mom cry….*ouch*….Alright, now, how about you show us what you learned on your piano?”

Originally posted by sjabe


*He’s still angry but this time, at himself. He didn’t want your daughter to hear the fight but he knew she was bound to anyway. He watched as his daughter brought you upstairs to your room and he fell back onto the couch, running a hand through his hair in frustration before closing his eyes.*

“How the hell am I going to fix this now…”

Originally posted by scartic


*He’d be disappointed in himself the moment he saw his daughter come running out to stand in front of you. Her little fists clenched as she stared at him. He backed away from the two of you while his daughter tugged your arm down to wipe your tears.*

“Baby..? Daddy’s sorry he scared you and mommy..He’s an idiot an dis really, really sorry, is there any way or anything I can do to get you to forgive me??”

Originally posted by kyungsuhos


*He messed up, big time. When his son took your hand and brought you to the next room, he quickly went to his room and slamming himself on the shared bed. A sigh left his mouth as he tried to find ways to amend this.*

“What the hell am I going to do…?”

Originally posted by theweak-nd


*He’s be shocked but he wouldn’t show it. He knew he went over the line this time because his son came running out. Although he’d admit, he felt proud with the little boy because he instinctively went to protect his mother.*

“Look, I’m really, really sorry for hurting you both. Just give me thirty minutes and I’ll come up with something for us all to do together and hopefully, you can forgive me.”

Originally posted by sehunicorne



Everybody’s Fool.

Pairing: Damon x reader

Titled: ‘Everybody’s Fool’ 

Warnings: the usual, minor language, fluff, Damon feels, brief moment of nudity, and slight angst. 

A/N: I am experimenting with this one shot. I have never written with Damon before so I’m seeing how this goes. This is also my entry for @mamapeterson ‘s album challenge!

How can you see into my eyes like open doors? Leading you to down to my core, where I’ve come so numb. 

Whoever he was though, you weren’t leaving until you at least knew his name.  It was a ball for your mother, the new mayor in town. It was her inaugural ball and everyone from town was intended to be there. You live in a pretty small town. 

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Kiss It Better (Lams)

CHAPTER ONE: “Can You Kiss it Better?”

summary: They felt less like two individual people, and rather two hearts that beat in time with each other, bound to the same rhythm. And with such a calm and blissful future ahead of them, why not shake it up? Family isn’t a home, it isn’t making small talk over dinner. It’s love, the genuine kind that could rarely be found, and how lucky this family was to have found it in such an unlikely place.

word count: 3008

“Can you kiss it better?”

John Laurens tore himself away from his computer, eyes meeting the six year old’s helpless gaze. “I’m sorry?”

“Can you kiss it better?” she repeated in a small and shaky voice. Eyes flicking down to the floor, she continued, voice growing stronger as she carried on. “That’s what my daddy does when I get hurt. He kisses it better.”

Her eyes told no tales of sorrow, yet she looked up at him in such a manner that John felt as though his heart was being ripped from his chest. “Martha.” He knelt in front of the first grader and placed his hands on her trembling shoulders. “Can you tell me what happened?”

Martha kept her gaze fixed solely on the ground instead of looking at John. “I fell off the swing.”

“Did Theo push you?” John asked, keeping his voice soft and gentle in hopes that it would make her feel better. “I saw you arguing with him at lunch.”

“I…” Martha trailed off, biting her lip anxiously. She still refused to meet John’s gaze, keeping her eyes on anything but her teacher.

“What were you arguing about?” John waited for a few moments for her to answer, but no response came from the first grader. “Martha, I want to help you, but I can’t if I don’t know what happened.”

Her voice was barely a whisper as she finally spoke. “He doesn’t like me. He… he hates me.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t hate you,” John assured her, unable to fathom how someone could possible hate another person at six years old. “I know you’d probably rather not talk to me, but you’ve got to tell someone what happened. A friend, your mom-”

“I can’t tell anyone.” Martha’s eyes watered but John pretended not to notice. “Everyone will call me a tattletale. And besides, I don’t have a mom. That’s…” She stopped mid sentence, cheeks growing pink. “That’s why they don’t like me,” she finished quietly.

“Because you don’t have a mom?” John couldn’t quite fit the pieces together. “Trust me, Martha, you’re not the only kid at the school who hasn’t got a mom.”

“Yeah.” Martha bit back a sigh as if to directly tug at John’s heart. “But I’m the only one with two dads.”

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I feel like I’ve seen a few peeps in the Jonsa fandom comment about a lack of angry!sex and I definitely agree.

So I did a thing….

Please note:  description of rough sex.  You’ve been warned!

A small group of lords and knights from the Vale had gathered around the training yard.  Sansa watched them carefully.  They were clearly impressed with Jon’s talent.  She was annoyed that he still devoted so much time to training when there were so many matters that needed attention.  They were hearing strange rumors out of Pike and the Stormlands. He needed to focus on gathering intelligence and building a navy, not knocking Waynwoods into the dirt.  

The match finally ended and the men cheered.  Lord Royce asked Sansa what she thought of the match.  

“My cousin is quite skilled with a blade.  If he spent half as much time with a quill, the North would want for naught,” she said loudly.  

A silence fell over the crowd.  They were stunned that Sansa would speak to him like that in front of them.  They looked to Jon.  His face remained neutral.  He forced a laugh.

“If only my sword were as sharp as my cousin’s tongue, the North would have no enemies,” he said as lightly as he could.  The crowd laughed, and eventually parted.  

Jon didn’t have the chance to speak privately to Sansa until after dinner.  He had only gotten angrier as the day went on. As he climbed the steps to her chamber, he so angry he thought his teeth might crack from grinding them.  

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Warning(s): Swearing
Author’s note: This was a prompt that had to do with finding love letters. I can’t seem to find it, so I’m unable to give credit to the prompt creator. I’m sorry. (Also I’m sorry this is short I promise I’ve got a long one coming out soon.)
You found the letters hidden in Sebastian’s desk drawer. You honestly hadn’t meant to find them, you were looking for a pen so you could write a grocery list down, but in the left top drawer, sitting in a neat pile was a stack of papers. You probably wouldn’t have paid a bit of attention to them had your name not caught your eye on one of them. You looked around the room and bit your lip deciding if you should read them or not. You really didn’t even mean to, but you picked up one of the squares of stationary and noticed another one right underneath it that looked almost identical this happened over and over again until you no longer saw the decretive stationary, only the dark wood of the desk. You gathered the stack in your hand and sat down in the large padded chair and decided that you would just read the first one. It was only a couple lines, what’s the harm?

Dear (Y/N),
We had our first date yesterday. You looked like a piece of artwork. You always do.

It cut off there and you let out a little laugh. The handwriting was clearly that of Sebastian’s. You could picture him sitting at his desk writing it and cringing at his own work before shoving it into the top drawer of his desk to never be seen again. The next pad of stationary beckoned you.

Dear (Y/N),
I’m not a photographer but I can picture you and I together.

That one was crumpled. You moved to the next one.

Dear (Y/N),
I heard that writing letters is more romantic than texts so here I am. I don’t know enough words to possibly convey how much you mean to but I’m going to try and this is the stupidest letter I’ve ever written in my fucking life.

You kept reading them.

Dear (Y/N),
I didn’t even spell your name correctly in this one. Something is telling me that I should start writing these in pencil.

Dear (Y/N),
I was wrong this looks stupid in pencil.

Deer (Y/N),
I wrote the wrong dear in this one. I hate myself.

You could almost hear him as if he was reading these to you. The picture of him now hunched over his desk with a hand on his forehead trying to formulate the words to say was ever present in your mind as you read on.

Dear (Y/N),
It’s the day after our first date. This should’ve been the day I was mailing this to you, but alas, I am an idiot who never plans ahead.

A big glob of dried black ink punctuated the end of that one. You could picture his frustrated groan as the words flowed just wrote but the aesthetic of the white stationary was ruined. Another piece of the ruined paper was stuck to the back of it.

Dear (Y/N),
You know what, I think I’m just going to buy you a card. I don’t know what I’ll say in it, but I guess I’ll figure it out.

He did buy you a card. You remembered it, it was packed away somewhere as you had yet to totally unpack all your things from the move. It was the first time someone had ever bought you a card to thank you for going out on a date with them. It was a pink gradient color with some cheesy thank you joke written on it and you remembered knowing he was for sure “The One” the day that he slipped it into your hand. You smiled at the memory and carefully placed the letters back into their drawer, making sure to neatly fold them as they were when you’d found them. You were still smiling as you left the room.

My Girl: Draco x Reader

Request: Imagine being Draco’s girlfriend, his friends hitting on you or like commenting on your looks or maybe looking a little bit too long at her cleavege or ass while she’s walking away. And Draco completeley snaps and she has to calm him down after

Warnings: sexual harassment


Originally posted by slytherin-through-life

Draco and (Y/N) had been dating for almost three months before she started noticing it; the way his friends would all stare at her. She’d never been aware of how attractive she was, despite Draco constantly reminding her. She’d heard him go off on his friends before, but always put it down to him just being jealous, overprotective, and imagining things.

It wasn’t until one day in the Great Hall that she realized it was actually happening. She’d been sitting with Pansy and some of Draco’s other friends; Theo and Blaise, and a couple others, but Draco was not present.

“Where’s your boyfriend then, love?” Theo asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Quidditch practice,” she responded. “But it should’ve ended a few minutes ago. I should probably go meet him.”

She took the napkin off her lap and placed it on her plate before getting up to leave the table. As she turned around she heard Theo say, “Yeah, don’t want to keep the Slytherin Prince waiting, eh?” and felt a hand slap her ass. She turned back around sharply, and seeing his smirk, quickly slapped it off his face.

Pansy’s jaw was on the floor and Blaise was laughing his head off, and (Y/N) stormed away before anything else could be said or done.

(Y/N) stormed back to the Slytherin common room, fighting back tears the entire way, overwhelmed with frustration and embarrassment. Good lord, I’m such an idiot, she thought. What am I supposed to tell Draco? He’ll lose it if he finds out.

For some demented reason, she blamed herself for what happened, and knew that was ridiculous. But she opted not to tell Draco about it. I can handle this myself, she thought as she pushed open the door to the common room and found herself face to face with her boyfriend.

“Hello, love,” he said, looking down at her. He placed his hand under her chin, tilting it up for a quick kiss which she gladly granted him before jumping into his arms. He stumbled backward for a second, catching him off guard, before wrapping his arms around her waist and chuckling. “What’s gotten into you, love?”

She released her grip around his neck and looked down at her shoes. “Nothing,” she replied quietly.

“Hey, look at me,” he said, tilting her head back up to him, and noticed her tear-filled eyes. He quickly led her over to the couch, sitting down next to her, “What happened?”

She looked into his grey eyes that were filled with concern, and immediately had to look away again. “I just–” she began, but the door of the common room swung open making her jump as Theo and Blaise entered. Theo caught (Y/N)’s eyes at that moment and shot a wink at her. She turned red and looked back down at the leather of the sofa, suddenly very interested in the detailed silver studs embedded in the fabric. Draco looked back and forth between the two of them and easily put two and two together. Out of all of his friends, Theo was the one constantly making comments about (Y/N), and he caught him staring at her all the time. Draco leapt off the couch toward the wizard, taking his wand out of his pocket.

“Impedimenta!” Draco yelled, pointing his wand and a blue beam shot from the end, knocking Theo back against the wall.

“Draco, stop!” (Y/N) yelled, pulling him back. Draco yanked his arm away ignoring her, and stuck his wand against Theo’s throat, right under his chin.

“You stay the hell away from my girlfriend, you hear me?”

Theo gulped, his usual smirk and all humor gone from his face. “I hear you,” he squeaked out after a moment. Draco lowered his wand and Theo let out a small sigh of relief. Draco shot a glare back at him, a slight snarl escaping from his throat as well. (Y/N) grabbed his bicep, puling him away, and Theo took the opportunity to scurry away like the little rat he is, Blaise chuckling behind him.

Draco continued shooting daggers at the back of their heads when (Y/N) turned his head to face her. “Hey, look at me,” she says, when she felt the resistance as he glared after them. When he finally gave in and turned to look in her eyes, his gaze softened. “I’m alright,” she says, taking his hand and squeezing it lightly.

He sighed, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest. He held her tightly and she breathed in his aroma of mint and expensive cologne, relaxing at the growingly familiar scent.

He placed a kiss on the top of her head, and she sighed, squeezing him gently around the waist, pulling him even tighter to her and never wanting to let go.

The Contest-Part 15

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only red, @oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

I had tried calling Nikki several times, but she wasn’t picking up.  Jared and Jensen had both tried Misha, and he wasn’t picking up either.  

“What should we do?” Jared asked me.

“Nikki just texted me an address.” I commented, peering at my phone in the dim light of the bar.

“Misha just texted me one too.” Jensen said, looking at his phone.  He showed it to me.  It was the same address that Nikki had sent me.

I let out a groan of frustration.  “I guess we had better find a cab.  This had better all be a big, fucking joke.  They are probably both drunk off their asses. I swear, I am going to wring her neck!”

“What if they are serious?” Jensen asked, rubbing his hand across his face tiredly.  “Those two idiots deserve each other.”

“No…this is so not happening.” I snapped.

Jared threw some money on the table to settle our bill as we hurried out to find a cab.  “You know Y/N, they are consenting adults, so if they really want to do this we can”t stop them.”

I took a deep, calming breath before speaking.  “Jared Padalecki, there is only one person on this planet I am afraid of….one.  If I don’t stop this, she will come here, and destroy us all.”

Jared and Jensen both looked confused.  I smiled ruefully.  “You two think Nikki is a handful?  You haven’t met her mother.”

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The End of All Things (A Preview for the upcoming Antisepticeye X Reader Series)

(( AN: Preview Cause Im Really Nervous 😂

Okay well this takes place way before the story starts and it’s kinda a tester and advice for how I write Anti cause I want it to be decent?

But I guess I can start getting some feedback and my other ones as well since I don’t plan on releasing any until October….

So let me know if you wanna see some NateMare, Gear or Dark previews as well :)

Cause I am way too far ahead in most of these series.

It’s kinda based on what I think these things are. A smol heads up 😬

And soooo this is gonna be nothing like the story… it’s kinda like a little trailer.

And yeah I misspelt things on purpose. Give it more of a child vibe and it’s also supposed to be taken kind of like you’re intruding.

At first, anyhow.    

So yeah! Sorry I am crazy about dramatic details and overuse of extreme detail!!

I would love to get some feedback!!! Both on my writing and the characters!  So lemme know what you think :D

And most importantly  @justwritingscibbles who is first of all, an extremely talented writer but also just a rad human being who agreed to give me feedback! So again, thank you so much!  So go check her blog out!!!

Sorry for the long A/N

And without further ado-))

E N J O Y  T H E  S H O W

Originally posted by lum1natrix

“Happy birthday!”

He chuckled bitterly, swinging himself into the room as he stared at the sleeping figure in darkness, tear stains still remain on her cheeks from the past two hours of sobbing before she fell into her slumber. He even mused how you still sniffled slightly as she turned as he twisted the blade in on his palm, not digging into the flesh but creating a small circle as he pondered his position and options.

So many times he had desired nothing more that slit her throat, deep enough so that you wouldn’t wake back up from the impact of the blade and would die in slumber, blood staining your bedsheet. Or perhaps he would drag it through your arm, cutting out the trace were he once held.

The other half of him, the half she had brought out, screamed at him to just hold you again, feel your flesh, warm and gentle and comfort her. Her to apologize. Beg. Hold him. Comfort. Turn away from your world and back at his with the same wonder you once held.

But he knew better.

It was over.

She didn’t need him.

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What Matters - Dean Winchester x Pregnant!Reader

Title: What Matters

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Hi love! May I request a deanxpregnant!reader where it’s all fluffy,& protective daddy!dean? But they fight, he leaves& reader has to go to the hospital bc she’s not feeling well& he runs back to her apologetic? But all’s well at the end. Thanks!xx

“You know sometimes you’re just infuriating.” you growled at the hunter, crossing your arms over your chest as he only mocked you.

“So I am infuriating because I want you to protect you huh?” he scoffed and you glared at him.

“You call keeping me inside the bunker 24/7 is suddenly called protecting me?!” you shrieked and he shrugged.

“Is it not?” he raised an eyebrow so calm it got you all the more angry.

“Hell no it isn’t, Dean!” you growled “I can’t even remember the last time I didn’t have to sneak my way out of here after I got pregnant because you are so freaking scared of something happening to me?! Hell the last time I got out was just to go to the market and that happened because Sam was here and not you. And when you found out, you sent Cas after me!”

He rolled his eyes “Is it suddenly that bad of me to want to make sure my child is safe?”

Our child Dean! It’s our child, and I am just as responsible for it as you are. Do you think I’d ever want anything to happen to it?” you couldn’t stop yourself from creaming at him and he let out a small growl, pushing his chair back roughly.

“Is that so? So how is you jumping in the way to save me, risking both of yours lives, for me?” he growled and if it had been anybody else they would have taken a step back at how scary Dean looked at that moment.

“So that’s what all of this is about? That vampire?”

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anonymous asked:

“are you stupid or stupid?” with nurseydex bc obviously

This is one of my favorite prompts for nurseydex. 

Thank you for the prompt!

“You forgot, didn’t you?”  Dex is at his suite door in a suit and tie, with sunflowers.  His smile has fallen, but his cheeks are a happy flush.

“Uh… Honestly, I didn’t think were you being serious?”  Nursey lets him in and takes the flowers to put them in some water. “No one brought me flowers before. How did you know to get sunflowers?”  Dex is giving him that ‘are you stupid or stupid?’ look. God, He’s such an ass sometimes. “What?” Dex just shakes his head. 

“I know you haven’t gotten flowers before because you told me.” Nursey looks confused. “Last week.” Nope, he is drawing a blank. “At the kegster, after Brad, or Dan, whatever his name was, stood you up.” Jesus. He really needs to chill on the tequila when he is having boy troubles. 

“Which explains why you offer to take me on date the next day, so, I could get my first date with a guy out of the way.” Nursey said nodding his head. He arranges the sunflowers. Figures, No guy has ever actually followed through with the whole date thing.  Dex clears his throat. 

“Uh… I asked you because I wanted to go on a date with you.” Dex is looking at fridge behind him. His face start go an anxious red. He chews on his bottom lip, like he does when he is thinking of the best way to say something.  “But, If you don’t want to, I’ll just go.” 

“Why?” Dex shifts his focus to Nursey’s face and furrows his brow. 

“I am not going to make you go on a date.”  Nursey groans with frustration.

“No, idiot, why do you want to go on a date with me?” Dex is back to staring at the fridge. He takes a deep breathe like his trying to psych himself up to answer that question. Dex hold one of Nursey’s hand between both of his hands. 

“Derek, you are incredible person. You deserve to be taken out and treated like you matter,” Dex is looking very intently at him. It’s intense. He never look more serious, “because you matter a lot to me. I like the man I am becoming because you.”

“Oh okay.” Nursey says very quietly. 

“Okay. Now if you still want to this, you should change.” Dex is giving him an out, and that just won’t do. 

“What should I wear?” Dex smiles.   

“Maybe, that green sweater Ransom got you for christmas? It looks really nice and matches your eyes.”  Nursey nods. 

“Sw’awesome.” He pecks Dex’s cheek with a kiss before breezing quickly out of there to change. 

After all, He has a date. 

Just friends ~ Part seven

Originally posted by s-tttop

A/N ~ Ok here we go, this is the beginning of the heart break. Get your tissues ready.

Theme ~ Best friends

Pairing ~ Choi Seung hyun x Reader

Featuring ~ Bigbang

Rated ~ Angst/Fluff

Series Masterlist

“Alright that’s enough, get up” Jiyong said coldly as he ripped the blankets off you.

“No, I just want to stay in my cocoon where I’m safe from the world” you snapped as you reached out for the blankets but Jiyong threw them on the floor, you laid back with a huff and nuzzled into your pillow.

“Come on Noona, you need to get up, you’ve been hulled up in here for days” he said as he brushed your hair away from your face, the action only making you nuzzle further into the pillow. “Please, I don’t want to leave you on your own but I have to go to this party, Yg is making me”

“Go, I’ll be fine” you replied nonchalantly, there was no point in pretending you were happy in front of him, he already knew you weren’t. He had been with you almost the whole time since he found you crying at the top of the stairs, taking care of you and bringing you food that for the most part went uneaten. He tried to cheer you up but nothing seemed to work, the only thing left to do was to just sit with you and wait until you were ready to talk, like Seung hyun used to. But his good intentions only seemed to be making things worse, his behaviour causing you to think about Seung hyun more and all the missed opportunities and what ifs that went by.

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Upside Down (part 5)

Intro: We are getting there folks - ALMOST THERE.  The last part, this part, and the next part are my favourite, I think.  So I hope you enjoy (mua ha ha)

Notes on this part: GET IT TOGETHER

Pairing: Scotty x reader (and best friend!Jim Kirk)

Word Count:  902

Warnings: totally 100% fake engineering everything, (I was too lazy to actually come up with proper terms so I just made up words), eventual injury, swears.

Summary: The starting point for this fic was Scotty x reader who loves engineering as much as he does.  So that’s where I went with this fic.  You are second-in-command engineer and Scotty one day ends up being in charge, much to your chagrin.  You butt heads.  Scotty gets hurt.  Feelings get hurt (mostly my own).  Welcome to my trashcan.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4


It had been two weeks since the crash, and Scotty hadn’t come to see you, and you hadn’t gone to see him since you told him about the letter.  He was finally released from the medbay, but not cleared to work yet, that started tomorrow, so you thought you’d best find him before you had your first shift together.

You found him heading into his quarters.

“Hey.” You said, your hands nearly shaking from nervousness as you wrung them, “Can we talk?”

Scotty pursed his lips, his eyes meeting yours fleetingly before gesturing you to go into his quarters.  When the door slid closed behind you, you almost stopped breathing, and you turned slowly to face him.

“Listen, Scotty…” You started, having practiced the speech that you would give him over and over the past two weeks.

“No, you listen.” He interrupted, his eyes boring into yours, “You were never supposed to see that letter.”

“I know…”

“Lassie, will ye shut up for a minute, I’m tryna tell you something important.” Scotty snapped and you gulped, staying silent so he could continue.

“From day one you have been nothin’ but a pain in my hide, a misplaced cog in a sea of gears, a nuisance t’say the least.  But after the first time you nearly tore my head off over the tiniest string of programming, I knew you were something special.  And then I was done for, lass.  I wrote that letter because I couldn’t keep all my feelings inside, I needed to get them out, and maybe then I could go back to hating you, but I never stood a chance, ya see.  I never stood a chance because every time you waltzed through those doors, with your big brain and… and that look of determination on your face, every time you looked at me, I fell further.”

He took a breath, you had stopped breathing.

“And then I go and get hurt and who is at my bedside?  You.  So you cannae blame me if I thought for a wee second that you might actually may have returned those feelings.  I poured my heart into that letter and you basically told me it meant nothing t’you.  What am I suppos’ to think abou’ that?” Scotty’s tone was a mix of frustration and desperation, and his eyes raked your face as if searching for something.

“You’re supposed to think I’m an idiot.” You blurted, and his mouth pressed into a tight line, his eyes falling to the floor.

“Which I’m pretty sure you do.  And I’m pretty sure I am.  But you have to know why I reacted the way I did because I can’t stand the thought of you hating me, Scotty.  I just can’t.” You shook your head, emotions flying through you at the speed of light, barely controllable.

“Nobody has ever said anything like that about me before.  And it scared the hell out of me, Scotty.  The things you wrote… I-I never thought anyone would ever write such beautiful words about me.  Especially not you.”

You paused, wringing your hands in front of you tightly, your eyes now falling away from him.

“I tried to force myself to hate you, tried to tell myself that you were just something in the way of me becoming chief of engineering one day.  Because that would have been easier than feeling the way I do about you.”

Scotty’s eyes flicked up and you met his gaze, his mouth fell open, “And how’s tha-”

“You almost died.” You looked at him desperately now, tears perched on your lids, and you wanted to reach for him so bad, but you were still scared.

“You almost died and I thought my heart was going to grind to a halt like a C3 engine with no pipe oil.  And that’s when I realized how I felt.  That’s when I realized I wanted you looking over my shoulder and criticizing every thing I do, I wanted to hear your insane yelling when something wasn’t working like we wanted it.  We should be a team. We are the exact same, you and I.  We should be inseparable. And I’m sorry it took me so long to figure that out, but here I am, now, all figured out.”

You shrugged your shoulders, your hands tucked into your pockets, feeling  like he could see each and every emotion written on your skin, like it was that easy to express all the things you wanted to.  You were surprised to find a look of confusion on his face.

His brows furrowed more than you’d ever seen them furrow, and his gaze was hard, distant,  "I need some time to think.“ The words fell out of his mouth and suddenly you were staring at his back.

"Scotty, wait…”

And he was gone.

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