i am going to do day two next!

8

- Are you having a hard time sleeping?

- What about you?

- How I can go to sleep when you are awake. I am right here so you can relax and sleep well.

- Maybe it is because this is not home.

- But you slept so well at the pawnshop.

- I always had nightmares. However, when I slept next to you, I was fine.

Being pregnant with Tom's child would include...
  • Finding out the very next day he left for his latest movie press tour
  • Panicking because you knew he’d be gone for at least five or six months
  • “Shit, what am I going to do?”
  • Telling your best friend first
  • “Shit Y/N, what are you going to do?”
  • “Why thank you for your help!”
  • Deciding not to tell him until he came home
  • Him worrying one day he called you because you were extra sensitive and missed him a lot
  • Your mom going to your scans and check-ups with you
  • “Congratulations, you’re having twins”
  • “WHAT THE F-”
  • Calling Tom like every two hours after knowing this
  • “Baby, when are you coming back?”
  • “I dunno, probably in like two months, why?”
  • “Oh… nothing, I just miss you so much!”
  • Crying everytime after hanging up
  • Except one time you didn’t
  • And Tom heard you sobbing your lungs out
  • And he got so worried he took the first flight home
  • He arrived late at night
  • Only to find you laying on your side on the couch, with a duvet, watching a movie and eating chocolate covered popcorn
  • “Y/N?”
  • Dropping the bowl
  • Looking at him with wide eyes
  • “Tom?”
  • “Yeah, it’s me baby, are you alright?”
  • You immediately standing up to run and hug him
  • Your five-month belly already showing under your pajamas
  • Running to his arms and him holding you, shocked, believing he was imagining things
  • But when you pulled away
  • And he saw you
  • He couldn’t believe his eyes
  • “Y/N what the fuck”
  • “…surprise?”
  • Him asking a LOT of questions
  • “How long have you known?”
  • “How far along are you?”
  • “Is it a boy or a girl?”
  • “TWINS?”
  • “Oh my I need to sit”
  • Showing him all the scan pictures you got
  • “Tom… are you crying?”
  • “No, I just, I got something in my eye it’s all”
  • Tom apologising for being absent for so long
  • And calling EVERYONE
  • “HAZ, I’M HAVING TWINS! Well, Y/N is, but, ya know what I mean…”
  • “Mom, guess what? We’re having twins!”
  • “Jacob, oh my goodness, I’m going to be a dad! TWINS!”
  • Him having to go back to work but promising he’d spend every minute with you as soon as the tour is over
  • But you offered him a different deal
  • And leaving with him for the rest of the tour
  • The whole cast of the movie taking care of you by Tom’s request
  • Especially Harrison
  • “Y/N why are you standing up you need to sit down here take my chair”
  • “I CAN’T SIT DOWN, HARRISON”
  • Going back home a month and half later
  • By then you were six and a half months pregnant
  • So, according to the doctor that left you like a month to prepare everything you needed
  • Tom refusing to let you carry anything heavy
  • Preparing and ensambling their nursery almost all by himself
  • You having to rest completely from the beginning of your seventh month
  • And just as the doctor predicted,
  • you went into early labor…
  • …a month and half early
  • “Tom, the babies are coming.”

anonymous asked:

Marichat "don't be fucking rude" prompt (your writing is great btw)

Thank you anon! I am glad you like my writing ^_^ (I should be writing more stories, but I am sniffly and finding doing long form hard so i am taking a break by doing drabbles. Hopefully it will clear my head enough to finish the chapter I wanted to get done today!) 


WARNING: Some strong language and suggestive themes! You have been warned.


“What are you staring at?” Marinette cried at last, whirling in her chair to face Chat Noir who was mere inches from her face. 

“hold still, I am trying to count your freckles,” he said completely unperturbed by either her close proximity or her glowering expression. 

“Have you ever heard of personal space?” she hissed, “Don’t be fucking rude!” 

Chat blinked but showed no other sign of being deterred by her wrath. “I can’t count your freckles accurately from across the room, now hold still.” 

Marinette groaned but did as he asked, figuring it was easier to just indulge his insanity and get him out of the way then try to argue with him. She had no idea what had lead to Chat Noir’s bizarre visit today, or his sudden unprecedented interest in her life, if his non-stop questions earlier were anything to go by. 

“Are you almost done,” she whined, trying not to think about why she was finding his closeness so unsettling. 

“Just about,” he grinned, and her heart gave a traitorous little thrill. He really was unfairly pretty. 

“You have 27 freckles across your nose,” Chat said leaning in even further until their noses bumped. “And just for the record princess,” he said his voice dropping to a sultry whisper, “I am not fucking rude. When I am fucking I am extremely accommodating,” and before she could move he darted forward, kissed the tip of her nose and hurriedly ran away, laughing. 

The next morning Marinette trudged blearily into class. Her night had been restless, in no small part to the flurry of daydreams brought on by Chat’s parting comment. Even her icy cold shower this morning had done little to stop her wandering mind or flushed skin. 

“Good morning my bestest best friend who I know far better than Adrien know’s Nino!” Alya crowed as she dropped down into her own seat. 

“Are you two still going on about that?” Marinette sighed, dropping her head against the desk and wondering if she could try sleeping through class, or if she ran the risk of subjecting herself to another Chat-infused dream session. 

“This is the last day of our epic battle,” Alya said with feigned shock at Marinette’s disinterest. “I am going to 50 Euro richer before class even starts. Where do you want to go for lunch?” 

“What if Adrien wins?” Marinette ask, cracking one eye open and looking up at her friend.

“Eh, he gets to pick my next 3 articles on the Ladyblog. But there is no way he is going to win. He would have to get my question right- doubtful- AND I would have to get his wrong, and there is no way Adrien knows anything about you that I don’t already know.”

“OK,” Marinette mumbled. Closing her eyes again. 

“Ah the man of the hour and his supposedly hertosexual life mate,” Alya cried. 

“We like to keep our love free from the tabloids thank you,” Marinette heard Nino say and Adrien let out a light laugh.  

“OK Agreste,” Alya said, “my final question, to see if you know my boyfriend as well as I do-”

“He does, you’re gonna lose babe.” 

“Shut up honey.” 

“Just giving you a head’s up.” 

“What,” Alya continued, “Is Nino’s favorite childhood ice cream flavor?” 

“Trick question- Nino didn’t have Ice cream till you took him to get some on your guys second date.” 

“Damnit! Still, you haven’t proven that you are the most observant person in this little circle, you still haven’t given me my question. Despite your impressive line of questioning thus far, I defy you to come up with something about Marinette that you know and I don’t.” 

Marinette was glad her face was plastered against the side of her desk to hide her flaming face. 

“OK,” Adrien said mischievously, “how many freckles does Marinette have across her nose?” 

Marinette’s eye shot open. 

“You don’t know the answer to that,” Alya said warily. 

“Just answer the question,” Adrien said smugly, “or do you admit defeat?” 

“19,” Alya said nervously. 

“Wrong, 27. Looks like I win.” 

Whatever response Alya was about to give was cut off by Marinette’s loud, piercing scream. 


Four Sentence Prompts: 

Warning- I will NOT be taking repeat prompts! Only one drabble per prompt! (See the list here: http://baneismydragon.tumblr.com/post/159474846531/reposting-so-i-can-edit )

staying productive during the summer ☀️

hello! i only recently made this studyblr but today i just decided to go ahead and make a post! i thought this particular post would be relevant now because the summer is about to start or has already started for many of us. so, here are some ideas on staying productive during the summer:

work on all your summer assignments

this one’s kind of obvious. if you don’t want to spend the last week/day of the summer frantically doing ALL your summer work, do a little bit each day. to help get myself organized, i printed out some calendars (see picture) and broke down my summer assignments so that way, i only have a little bit to do each day.

prepare for next year

it would be a good idea to see what you can do to help your future self do less work next year. for example: as an ib student, i am planning on using the summer between my junior and senior year to write notes for ib chem and ib bio for multiple reasons, but also because i won’t have to waste time doing that next year. as you can see, i also used my calendar system for this by assigning a section or two to cover each day!

s l e e p

although you can’t really “catch up” on the hours of sleep you missed during the school year, you can still get enough sleep each day! relax! you can go to bed early or late, but you should be sure to get at least 8 hours of sleep! try not to sleep too much, though, because you won’t feel too good when you wake up.

clean!

if you’re anything like me, then after finals your room looks like a tornado hit it!!! now, whether this is or isn’t true, i think it would still be a good idea to do some cleaning. clean your room, organize your closet, donate old clothes, reorganize your desk drawers, rearrange your bookshelf…you will definitely feel so much better after you’re done.

do something cool

why don’t you spend some time during the summer volunteering or picking up a new skill or hobby? you can learn a new language, learn some new recipes, learn to code, learn to draw realistically–you can learn anything!

but don’t forget:

actually have fun

while i believe it is very important to be productive during the summer and get  work done, it’s also important for you to spend time doing things you enjoy: read, draw/paint, watch tv shows, movies, documentaries, hang out with your friends, play video games, play with your pets, go to the beach, visit an amusement park! 

take care of yourself

  • work out a couple times a week. make or listen to a playlist while you work out, find an exercise buddy, and just devote some of your time to exercise! exercising has many benefits!!! it will make you feel good and fresh!
  • take care of your body. put on face masks, hair masks, moisturize…
  • honestly, just do what relaxes you! pamper yourself, you deserve it!
paperweight — pcy

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

park chanyeol. reader-insert. 5,2k words. fluff/angst. au

—it couldn’t hold onto those letters forever. Neither could he hold onto her.

this one is for Liv @xiuminsm

Dear Chanyeol, 

I’m not quite sure whether to classify you as dumb or cute. Seriously, Park Chanyeol? You sent a ring along with a letter with the words “will you marry me?”and a doodle of yourself kneeling, I can’t believe you!

Oh, and PS: Yes, I will.

Love, ____.


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A change in direction

When I was first locked up, my kh liked the idea of chastity, liked how I looked in it but had some reservations, which he is starting to shed. He didn’t really like how my locked cock felt against him when we slept, meaning he was happy with it coming off at night. I have been locked 24/7 since we came back from holiday on Monday and last night he said he loves how it feels against him because it reminds him that he owns my cock now.

At first, when he came and I didn’t, he felt a bit guilty and sad for me. He’s also changed his opinion on that, saying it’s a feeling he’s gotten used to and he’s determined “we’re going to do this properly” which is to say he wants us to progress to longer lock-ups every time. If we fast-forward six months in time, it’s feasible I’ll be locked not for weeks at a time, but months at a time. How do I feel about that? well, my cock is straining against the cage at the thought of it. 

It’s clear that he has really grown to enjoy this, the clincher being that next time I am allowed to cum, he’s going to lock me up straight away rather than let me out for a day or two. I have to agree, it’s for the best; as soon as I cum, I have 0% desire to be back in the cage, but this is chastity and I have given control away, so the best way to keep me in line is to keep me locked 24/7 unless I’m getting to cum. 

This is exciting!

juno steel really seems like the type of person to claim that he hates pets and that they’re too much work he is a busy lady he doesn’t have time to care for a pet and they don’t like him anyway so why 

but also like if he somehow ended up caring for like, a cat or w/e, he would love it. like not outwardly. but boy would he ever care for that animal and make sure it was safe and fed and probably talk to it like a completely normal voice (cat meows from the other room, and juno yells “WHAT” and when theres no response from the cat he gets up and mutters under his breath about this gd cat all the way to the other room so he can investigate what it found).

anyway with this in mind please imagine a stray cat following him home one day and he doesn’t really mean to end up keeping her but first he puts out water and some food and she comes back again and again. (“im not naming it” he says to rita one day, which is a mistake because she gets to name it then. “thats not what i meant” he says, but its too late rita gets to name the cat) and then it’s cold outside so he has to let her in, he’s not heartless, and suddenly its his cat and she sleeps on the bed next to him. he didn’t mean for this to happen but its too late. the cat loves him. he begrudgingly loves the cat back

Friend Zoned: Pt. 3

Pairing: Rebekah x Klaus x Reader x Kol

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1247

PART ONE | PART TWO


“Okay, Klaus. I think I’ve had enough fun. I’m gonna go rinse off this paint on my face.” You laughed and grabbed your t-shirt, heading to the bathroom to clean up and change.

“Y/N.” Klaus quickly stopped you by taking your wrist in his hand, then held your chin between his thumb and index finger, looking directly into your eyes. “Thank you.” He smirked and let you go, making you smile from that sweet gesture. Oh he was dreamy. You thanked him back then went to go clean up.

Klaus walked into the kitchen to grab a snack when he noticed Rebekah moping around on the countertop.

“Why the glum face, sister?” He grinned. Klaus didn’t exactly care, he was just being nosey.

“If I’m going to be completely honest with you, Nik. It’s our darling brother, Kol.” Rebekah sighed. She really was concerned about her dear brother.

“Darling? Don’t you mean, psychotic? Arrogant?” Klaus chuckled. Kol never really had an innocent agenda.

“Don’t be so thick, Nik.” Rebekah rolled her eyes at the original hybrid. “He’s upset. Very upset.”

“And what’s this all about, might I ask?”

“You see, he’s sort of in love with Y/N. She knows this. But when he saw you two earlier, it upset him. He stormed out of here and is up to god knows what.”

“That poor, poor lad.” Klaus joked.

“Nik this isn’t a joke.” Rebekah threw the hand towel at Klaus, which he tried to dodge with his arm.

“Oh alright, Rebekah. I’ll have a talk with him.”

“Yes, please do.”

You couldn’t help but overhear the conversation and were surprised that Rebekah & Klaus didn’t hear you since they have their amazing vampire hearing.

Knowing Kol as good as you do, you knew exactly where he headed to. Your plan was to go where ever Kol went, so you walked in the kitchen, lying to Rebekah & Klaus. “Hey guys, I’m going to head home. My mom made dinner & I’m starving.”

“You sure you don’t want to eat here, love? We’ve got loads of food.” Klaus did that crooked smile thing that you just loved.

“Thanks, but no thanks Klaus.” You revealed a half smile, then headed out. As tempting as it sounded to stay here with Klaus, you needed to be there for Kol.

There was an abandoned park that the two of you always go to whenever you needed to getaway. Whether it be together or just simply alone.

Arriving at the park, you could see Kol sitting on one of the creaking swings. He wasn’t swinging, he just sat there staring into the distance lost in his thoughts.

He heard footsteps approach, but didn’t have to turn around to see who it is. He knew it was you. A part of him even hoped you would arrive.

“Hey Kol.” You said, standing in front of him instead of sitting on the swing beside him.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but please bugger off darling.” There was a coldness in his voice while he didn’t make eye contact with you at all.

“Kol.” You kneeled down, resting your hand on his knee to assure him that you’re here to listen.

He quickly got up, walking just a few steps away from you, locking his fingers on top of his head. It was obvious that Kol was mad.

“What’s the matter with you?” You asked.

It took him a few seconds to calm himself before he could answer you. Kol walked over to you, standing just inches away from you face.

You swallowed, being slightly afraid that Kol would yell at you. But, you sighed out of relief hearing the calmness in his voice. “You. You know I fancy you. And seeing you with Nik…it just…makes my blood boil. If I wanted to, I could stab him in the heart with the bloody white oak stake, but that wouldn’t get me you. So I’ll just have to let him have you.”

You were at a loss for words. It hurt you knowing that you hurt him. “Um I-”

Kol stopped you, shushing you with his index finger on your lips, then held onto your upper arms. “Don’t say a word, love. Just let me have this-” Without a care in the world, he planted a kiss on your lips. You were left speechless from his actions.

Sadly on his end, it didn’t change your feelings whatsoever and you know that he knows that, so you still let him have this moment.

Kol soon made direct eye contact with you, compelling you. “You are going to forget that this kissed happened and you are going to go home. You are also aware that I know about you and Nik, but for whatever reason, I am not hurt by it. I have moved on from it.”

You smiled. “I’m going to head home now. I’ll see you soon.” You did exactly what he compelled you to do by walking to your car and headed straight home.

(The next day…)

Kol texted you asking you to come over so that the two of you can finish up season 5 of American Horror Story. Of course you accepted his request.

Arriving to the Mikaelson mansion, it was Elijah that opened the door. “Well hello, Y/N. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Oh noble Elijah, he was always so charming and elegant.

“I’m here for Kol, actually. He invited me over.”

“He’s around here somewhere, come in.” Elijah smiled, revealing his dimples. Once you were inside, he closed the door behind you, then you walked around looking for Kol.

It was a bit difficult to find him, he was nowhere downstairs, so upstairs was the next place you looked. Roaming the halls, you could hear two familiar voices in the room ahead of you. They’re talking in a tone not loud enough for you to hear from far away, but enough to hear the closer you get.

The door was cracked opened, so you stood on the other side of the wall listening in.

“I promise you brother, I mean no harm to Y/N. She is very dear to me.” You hear Klaus say. It warmed your heart knowing that Klaus felt the same about you. Your cheeks blushed red. You know it’s bad to eavesdrop, but you couldn’t help it.

“Do right by her or so help me, I’ll put a dagger to your heart.” Kol said firmly to Klaus. He was dead serious.

Damn Kol, that’s a bold statement. Especially saying to someone like Niklaus. And knowing him, his temper is insanely short. But you were surprised that Klaus didn’t act out on that threat. He just kept quiet.

Finally, you made your presence known by knocking on the door frame. It was amazing to see both of their faces switch from serious to happy seeing you.

“Hello, love.” Klaus greeted you.

“Hey.” Leaning against the door frame, you waved hello, then moved your view to Kol. “So Kol, let’s get started on finishing season 5. Yes?”

“Indeed, Y/N.” Kol responded.

Hearing his response was your cue to head downstairs to the living room where the tv was. Seeing you on your way, Kol followed you.

As hurt as Kol is thinking about you with his brother, Niklaus, he still wanted you in his life as a friend. You’re the only person in his entire existence that understands him and genuinely enjoys his company.

Our experience at Dashcon 2014

I’ve been trying to decide whether or not I actually want to talk about our Dashcon experience.  If you know us IRL you’ll know that my wife and I recently went on a trip to Canada/Chicago purely to attend Dashcon.  And following what happened with the convention, I was in two minds.  Do we simply wash our hands of the whole situation, or do we talk about what happened?

Given that my wife received an anonymous message on her blog telling her to go and hang herself, I was leaning more toward the former.  I almost wanted to pretend like we were never there.  But after reading almost everything about the disaster, I think there are a couple of things that need to be said from our perspective.

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#47 The Interior Designer (Harry Styles)

Word Count: 2560

Summary: A girl with a cheating boyfriend and a new client. 

“And, you know I don’t know why she was so mean, I did everything on that list. It’s just me she picks on every time. Riley, she didn’t even finish-” I was cut between my upset rant, with my tears falling down my eyes.

“Look, Victoria, do we have to this right now?” He looked at me like I had spilt coffee over all his papers.

“What? My crying?” I asked, feeling so upset with what happened at work today.

“Yeah, this complaining! Why don’t you go and talk to Noah or something?” He said, going back to his computer.  

“Noah, is not my boyfriend you are, and I want to talk to you-” I said, wiping my tears.

“Victoria!” He yelled. “I have four people on call waiting to talk to me once I finish this document. I swear I have better things to do that hear you crib here. Please go do some work and leave me alone!”

I flinched as he yelled at me, and looked away from his face. Looking everywhere but him, embarrassed and slowly going numb, I picked up the coffee mugs in front of me and walked to the kitchen. “No wonder she gets shit at work,” I heard him mutter. I frowned at his words, filling water in the cups, feeling this was not needed.

“You know, I told you to leave him! He ticks all the ‘don’t touch this human” signs on my list!” Brittany explained sucking on her straw.

“Don’t touch this human?” I asked.

“Yeah! He has no time. He wakes up and looks at his phone. His phone is always ringing. He doesn’t listen to you, talk to you, be with you. He knows the important dates of his clients than you! These are all signs of running Victoria!”

“I don’t know what to do! He wasn’t always like this! And I have been with him forever. Like forever Brit, how can I just leave him?” I explained. “It’s his job, you know. He wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t! And you were talking about dates? I was reading online that couples who live together don’t really have to go on dates to keep their relationship alive!”

“Does he? Does he live with you?” She raised her eyebrows.

“Brittany…” my phone pinged. “Oh look,” I said reading the message, “He wants to take me out tonight!” She gulped her drink and came close to read the message.

“No, he is ordering you.” She said. “There is no ‘will you?’ ‘would you” or even –”

“But, it is something. It is an effort. I knew something good will happen,” I smiled to myself, and she smiled.

I dressed in a really nice black dress that accentuated my curves. Looking in the mirror, I smiled to myself. It was a long time since we went out and I wanted to make myself look the best for him. “Are you ready, Victoria?” I heard his voice call out from downstairs. I took a deep breath and walked down the stairs, making sure to make him see my legs, but his eyes stayed glued to his phone. “Let’s go.” He didn’t look at me even once, but I still tried to keep my hopes up. A dinner date was a good attempt and, I was going to give him that. “Sit in the car.”

I saw a bouquet in the back seat and frowned. If it was for me, shouldn’t he give it? I didn’t say anything as he started driving. He switched off the music in a minute of it playing, talking loudly to his clients on his Bluetooth. I sighed and looked outside. We pulled into a huge mansion, and I knew this was not a dinner date. “You bought me to a party?” I looked at him in shock and disappointment.

“Take the bouquet out,” He ordered still typing away on his phone, “and Vic, please. On your best behaviour today? This is an important party for me,” Best behaviour? What did he mean by that? When was I not on my best behaviour? I handed him the bouquet, and he kept the phone away, before fixing it and walking away leaving me behind to follow him.

Kisses, hi’s and hello’s took place as soon as we walked in. A lot of how have you been, I hope you’re well, come enjoy as people danced on the floor to soft music, and then, held glasses of wine or champagne talking to each other in small groups. I saw as different women came and kissed his cheek and he kissed their cheek back, asking them about their work. Did he know about mine? He introduced me once, and then left me to talk to more people. Feeling abandoned like a little child and trying not to pout, I walked towards the bar.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.

“Whisky please, a little water and ice, thank you.”

I sat there was a long time, sipping my glass with my back straight, phone on the side for it wasn’t very proper, trying to locate where my boyfriend was and failing. Sighing, I asked for another drink.

“Long night?” I heard a deep voice ask, as I looked up. I knew who he was. He was everywhere these days. His album has just released.

“It’s getting longer than how I expected it to be,” I said, taking another sip.

“Oh same, I came here with my manager and he is well managing. It’s not a lot of fun when you just have to show your face from faraway,” He said and I chuckled. “Are these parties always this boring with slow music and pretentious conversations?”

“Yes, always,” I said. He smiled and sat down next to me. “So, who are you here with?” he asked.

“That guy,” I said finally finding him.

“Mr Douchebag?” He said, and I frowned. “I didn’t see you as the type?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” I said.

“No, I mean. Why are you here with him?” He asked again.

“I am his girlfriend,” I said, trying not to take offence.

“What? Since when?” He laughed.

“Since 5 years, what do you mean by all this?” I asked, trying to figure out what was happening.

“Woah. My god. I am sorry, I am Harry,” he said, pushing his hand forward.

“Victoria,” I said, shaking his hand. “Why did you call him a douche bag?”

“Umm, that is a story for another day. What do you do Victoria?” He said, trying to change the topic.

“How do you know him?” I asked, staring into his eyes.

“Umm, he has been to many of my parties,” he said. “Your drink is over, let’s get you another?” He asked the bartender to make my drink.

“He has?” I hadn’t heard of any of these parties. I had heard nothing. I thought he only worked all the time…like me.

“Yeah, known him for quite some time.Anyway, you didn’t answer my question…Victoria? Victoria?” He pulled me out of my thoughts.

“I’m an interior designer,” I told him.

“Oh, that’s nice! That’s great. I have awful taste in furniture though, I have never designed any of my houses. I sold my old one because it felt to impersonal and shifted again, and I am literally now living in an almost empty house cause I don’t know how to just make it personal, you know?” He explained.

“Yeah, but you need to get a designer and then spend time with them, so they know how you are and then, be absolutely involved in the process of buying and installing and designing to get that personal touch and favor,” I told him since, I faced cases like these on a daily basis.
I’m going to quit my firm though, start my own designing,” I said, thinking loudly now.

“Oh then, can I be your first customer?” He asked.

“You’re very nice,” I smiled.

“No really, I am serious. Please don’t let me search for people. I hate it. Please design my house?” He looked like he really meant it.

“Okay, so here, give me your phone?” I took it, “I’m putting my number in with my name and designation. Contact me when you are absolutely sober, and we’ll talk?”

“Splendid.”  

Harry and I just talked for the evening, until it was time to leave. “I’ll call you, designer.” I looked back and smiled at this goofy look on his face. The ride back home was suffocating. I was suffocating. I knew I had to break up, but we had been together forever. And, relationships aren’t made in a day. You have to work on them and keep working on them.

He left in two days for a business trip. In these two days, we had said four sentences to each other. Harry and I, on the other hand, had met two times and he kept chatting with me for some reason. I didn’t mind it. I needed a friend. This week was quite hectic as I left my job, and signed my new papers for opening my own firm. Everything was ready since I was planning it for a long time, and Brittany threw a small party with my closest friends to celebrate it as well. My boyfriend knew nothing about it. Now, I didn’t even have anything to tell him.

“Just leave him, bro!” Mike said, whining, quite drunk now. “He is like this Airbnb person living in your house.”

“It is our house, you know.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t live in it? Does he buy veggies and those wine glasses and those cheerios? No. He does not. He paid for half the price, and that is it. Kick him out!” He said, imitating the kick with his legs.

“Mikey, calm down, here have some water,” I said, bringing it to his face.

“Brit, Oscar…tell her that I AM RIGHT!” He yelled, and everyone cheered.

I met Harry for lunch, the next day, “So, where do I sign to go into this intense procedure with you?” He asked, taking a long sip on his coffee.

“Here,” I took the page out. “Are you sure you want me to do this? You haven’t seen all my work yet?”

“I have enough. And you designed Nick’s house, and I love it so, yeah…there we go,” He said signing it. “I’m free for the next two months before I get busy again. I’d like to do this! And! And! I am your first client! So, cheers to that!” he giggled, and we almost banged our coffee cups.

The long designing procedure started the next day. It was my first project with my company name, and it was a huge one. I wanted to give my best to it. I spent time in his house, working on each floor and then talking to him. I wanted to know him properly, his tastes, his dislikes to be able to come on a nice theme for his house. I could see Harry enjoyed it. I like to know that he enjoyed everything that was new to him. My boyfriend wasn’t back yet, and the only conversation I had with him was a guy who came from his office to collect a few files. It had been three weeks now, and I was almost done with the theme. We had set a budget, even though Harry was pretty lenient with it and we went looking for things on the list.

“I like this,” He said looking at a ceiling attached sofa chair. “I’d like to put to in the balcony,” he said.

“Near the trees, the opposite side, first floor? I guess, it’ll look nice there and a perfect spot to sit as well because of the sunlight?” I asked.

“Yes, perfect!” He nodded.

We looked around more, picking up a lot of things that we liked. He wanted to go room by room so, he could individually pay attention to it so, it took a longer process, but I didn’t mind it. I was absolutely enjoying my work with no politics being played like my previous workplace. I was at his house, setting up the master bedroom when my phone rang. It was Oscar, but he cut the call. He then sent a picture. It was my boyfriend…I sat down. He was on the beach with a girl, lying on the sand with him. I read his message.

Was here off work after a meeting. Saw him and wanted to go say hi, until I saw her. I’m sorry Ria. I had a chat with the girl as well, just to confirm when he left for a while. They have been seeing each other for quite some time. Five months…I’m sorry.

My legs failing to hold my weight, had me sitting on the bed, just looking at the pictures. “Hey, do you want to have lunch from this nice Italian place, I know?” Harry walked in. “What happened?” He asked, as my tears just fell. Five years for this guy. Two years before that and this is what it led to. Harry sat on his knees in front of me and took my phone from my hands. “I’m sorry Victoria…”

“Why did you call him a douchebag?” I asked.

“What? Umm…Victoria…it doesn’t matter now.”

“Just tell me, Harry!”

He closed his eyes, “He had a reputation. And, I saw it at work. He came to each of my parties with a different woman, and then Jeff knows him. He told me how he went on these holidays and Jeff once went with him –”

“You knew?” I stood up, looking at him with accusatory eyes. “You knew he was cheating on me?” He nodded, still on his knees. “And you didn’t tell me! In these three weeks, when I told you how sad my relationship was making me, you didn’t say anything?”

“Vic, I –”

“Don’t call me that! I hate that name!”

“Ria, I didn’t know what to say! I saw you at the party, and you were so beautiful. And your eyes were so innocent and full of love, and when you told me that it was for five years, I didn’t want to see your heart crushed.”

“It had been crushing for years, Harry! I thought you were my friend! I treated you like my friend! A friend tells!”

“I didn’t know what to say, Ria!”

“Say that Victoria, Wake up! He is cheating on you! He came to my parties with different women every time!” I yelled.

“Victoria, he is cheating on you. He came to my parties with different women every time,” Harry repeated. I could see the guilt in his eyes.

“I know that now, you – you –” I couldn’t even curse. I knew he was not to blame. But, my world was crushed now. “I have to leave. I am taking a break for a few days. Please don’t contact me.”

“Ria, I’m really sorry.” He said, coming forward and holding my hand, while I just looked at him with defeated eyes.

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Sweet Tears Pt. 2

Jungkook x Reader { Cat Hybrid Au! } (a)(f)(eventual smut)

Warnings: Mature themes, Language, Abuse, Violence

Who could have known that taking home a hybrid would change ones whole life? How could y/n have guessed he would affect her so much? All she wants to do is help, but she doesn’t even know if he’ll let her.  

Wordcount: 4k+ 

**Thank you so~ much for reading! I really hope you enjoy this chapter plus the rest to come. This chapter is definitely longer, and more calm, but it’ll speed up again soon. I hope to make all of my writing long, and entertaining for you. Please send me feedback and your thoughts, I would love to hear from all of you.

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Previously: “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Were the only words you were capable of saying, over and over again, softly without fault. It was like a lullaby to both you, and the boy who’s name you hadn’t even had time to ask. Him falling asleep to the sound of your voice, and you falling asleep to the rise and fall of his chest, ended the first night of many more to come.

His screams had stopped, but his hands still firmly clutched the covers. His face was dry of rain, but drenched with sweat and tears. You let your head fall lightly on his stomach, head still pounding as a dizzying nausea spread over you. Soft sobs and gasps for air left both of your mouths, chests shaking up and down in unison with every breath.



Waking up was harsh. Your neck had cramped up due to the position it had been in for, who knows how long. Your hair, and clothes, were damp, sticking to your skin in the most uncomfortable ways. Your legs had fallen asleep from the weight of your body being rested on them. Moving your ankles and toes cause little prickles to sting your skin, encouraging you reach down and rub your legs in an attempted to stop the feeling.

Getting up was a struggle, as you grabbed onto the bed post, using what strength you had left to pull yourself up. All your muscles were sore, and you started stretching in multiple ways, trying to get some relief. Looking around you at your surroundings in the midst of rubbing a knot in your neck, you realized you weren’t in your room, but one of your many guest rooms.

Confusion flooded your mind as you looked around. White and grey curtains draped from the top of a large window directly in front of you, the part down the middle of them revealing a dark and starless night. Tops of buildings, and the light of the city, filled what you could see.

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Self-indulgent little headcanon: The Guardians singing together.

Like, since GotG 2, it’s become very clear that multiple of the Guardians actually like Peter’s music, such as Rocket requesting it as background music when escaping and Kraglin listening to it while waiting for the others to come back. The Ravagers kept backups of that music in their ship’s system – at least a few of Peter’s ragtag family actually love the awesome mixes.

Just imagine – the team is bustling around the Quadrant, trying to get the Milano back in shape while simultaneously looking for jobs that are not too stressful (they still need some rest after all that shit that went down). Groot tugs at Peter’s pants leg, hoping for some music, but Peter is currently working at the Milano’s engines and has both hands full. Can’t reach his Walkman, so he starts singing softly instead, one of the older songs that he knows by heart.

“Ooh-ooh child…”

“You distractin’ some jerk again, Quill?!” Rocket bellows down from somewhere up on the M-ship’s roof. Trying to add some kind of shield up there, he said. “Or just scarin’ rats away with your singing?!”

“… things are gonna get easier … Fuck you, Rocket!” Peter doesn’t miss a bit to shout back up, smiling over the hoarse bark of laughter he gets for that. “Ooh-ooh child, things are gonna get brighter…”

Groot sways along to the song, cheerfully humming to himself as he holds up the flashlight to help Peter see into the engines.

“Yo, Pete, that that old song ye loved so much?” Kraglin’s voice drifts up from under the ship. He rolls backwards on the board he has been laying on, whipping his hands on his pants as he goes. “Still got it stuck in my head, I have.”

..Ooh-ooh child… then sing along, if you still know it!”

“Oh by the stars,” Rocket’s exaggerated groan doesn’t really sound convincing. “No friggin’ chance, I ain’t gonna listen to two of you jackasses. One is bad enough.”

“Okay, wait just a second - Kraglin can sing just fine, alright, you don’t get to insult him, you panda.”

“Errrr, Pete, it’s been a while since I last tried it, so…”

“Quill, I aint’ gonna stop insulting anyone, I’m having fun with it.”  

Peter pulled his head out of the opening he had been leaning into, looking down at Groot, then leaning around the ship’s wing to glance down at Kraglin. “Okay, guys, that was a challenge that we’re going to accept.”

“I am Groot!”

“Pete, really ain’t sure…”

Taking a deep breath, Peter starts singing again, “Some day, yeah!”

“He’s really doing that, I can’t believe,” Rocket starts laughing, but not loud enough to interrupt the singing. Even stops tinkering for a second to listen.

There is a pause, filled only with Peter’s voice for two more lines, before Kraglin’s rougher voice joins in, hesitant at first, then more firm, “When your head is much lighter…”

“… Some day, yeah… you’re doing great!” Peter laughs as he calls down, hastening to get his head back into the game for his next part.

“I am Groot, I am Groot!” Groot jumps up and down, dancing over the expanse of the open hatch, clapping along merrily.

 

When Gamora walks into the hall a bit later, coming to tell the boys that Drax has prepared dinner, she’s greeted with three voices joined in a familiar song, mixed with Groots happy cheers and the occasional laughter from all four of them.

She stops, tilting her head to listen. As much as she knows about Peter’s love for music, she’s never heard Kraglin or Rocket sing before – is actually surprised that they could be convinced to do so freely.

Then again, Peter had this certain something that made it difficult to say No.

“Oooh, that sounds wonderful!”

The exclamation next to her doesn’t startle Gamora, since she has already heard the light steps behind her, and she turns to Mantis when the girl stops next to her, the empath’s eyes wide and smile much less tense than usually. “It does, doesn’t it?”

“Everyone is so happy! The whole room is glowing!”

“I would love to be able to feel that, too.”

“Ah, but you can! … I think.”

“Hm,” Gamora looks over, to where Peter is throwing his head back in laughter, Rocket loses track of which line to sing and starts cussing with a wide grin while Kraglin wheezes with laughter but still tries to help out.

A tiny, soft smile spreads on her face at the sight.

“I think you’re right with that.”

You Should Know Better Pt.1

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part Seven) (Part Eight) (Part Nine) (Part Ten) (Part Eleven) (Part Twelve) (Part Thirteen) (Part Fourteen) (Part Fifteen)

Summary: *Throws Professor Joe Merriweather at you* Here, enjoy this precious human being conversing with one of his students. This is also a little something for the Red Velvet prompt as well. 
Request Summary / Song:  Guys My Age - Hey Violet  - @xdaddy-neganx (Okay, since this is just part one, more lyrics of the song will be included throughout the fic.) 
POV: Natalie
Characters: Joe Merriweather, Natalie
Word Count: 1732
Author’s Note: Okay, well even if you guys don’t like it, I enjoy writing it and Joe is such a sweet, low-key asshole to write out. Give me some ideas on how you want the next part to come out. Joe leaning against anything is my sexual orientation now. To be honest, some of the conversation pieces and stories I’m going to say in this fic are real stories from my professors and some might be sad or some might be disturbing, but this stuff is real either way - to an extent. I think for every new chapter, I’m going to have a new gif. 
Quote:  “You should know better than to lie to someone such as myself who has extensive experience in reading people.” 

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hello friends, someone (me) hit 7.5k yesterday and honestly i’m squealing and grinning from ear to ear with shock and surprise. how can there be that many people who want to witness my rambles and follow my lil blog? all i can say is that thank you so much to each and every single one of you. now here is a small something that i wanted to do for you guys. 


and there you go, i will be working on these over the next two weeks that i am in japan. i will try to hopefully get batches of five-ten done twice a day, if i can. but i will be sending these out privately so I do not spam everyone so please be patient with me! thank you for everything guys! 

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Jughead had planned the perfect night to ask for Betty's hand in marriage, but their best friends made things complicated. Meanwhile Betty is trying to figure out a subtle way to tell Jughead that she's pregnant, but her day is awful, as is her mood.

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Jughead was pacing around the living room, tugging on his suspender. Where was she? He thought. 

He had made reservations at the new Italian restaurant downtown an hour ago. Betty was usually home two hours ago.

He had called her cellphone, but she hadn’t answered. He was starting to worry.

He took another lap around the living room, then shuffled into the kitchen.

Either way, he was doing this tonight.

He took a cutting board from the cupboard and gathered garlic and onions from the fridge, placed them on the board and started to chop.

A few minutes later, they were sizzling on the stove as the front door swung open.

“Bets?” Jughead called, peering out into the hallway.

“Ugh,” Was her reply. 

She took off her boots and placed them into slippers waiting by the door. She walked into the kitchen to find him.

“You wouldn’t believe the day I had,” Betty leaned towards to Jughead to give him a kiss. Her mood didn’t change that.

“What happened?” Jughead replied cautiously.

“That stupid prick Mr. Smith parked in my spot again, and then I have five late students to first period. Five! How do five students - anyway, then a couple decided to break up in my next class. Right in the middle of class. Nobody was paying attention. Then I spilled milk all over myself when I went to get lunch.” She took a deep breath.”And then, just to top off my day, two huge guys get in a fight in the hallway and I’m the only person around trying to stop it. Me! I’m p-I’m, uh, this tiny little person, y’know? How am I going to stop them? So I had to stay late to give them detention.” 

Jughead rubbed a hand up and down her arm, trying to calm her.

Betty shook her head slowly. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to take a quick shower.”

Jughead smiled and turned back towards the fridge. “I’ll finish dinner.”

Betty just nodded and trudged up the stairs. Then, her stomach lurched and she was running towards the bathroom. She slammed the door and heaved the contents into the toilet - why did they call it morning sickness if it happened all damn day?

Her stomach heaved again and she threw up into the toilet once more. She waited to see if she was going to vomit any more, but she seemed to be in the clear. She turned the shower on and stripped her clothes away, warming herself under the water.

She finished up, wrapping herself in a towel and padding towards the bedroom. She changed into warm cotton pants and a hoodie, throwing her wet hair behind her.

She took a deep breath to steady herself. She could do this - she could tell him.

Betty walked back down the hall, peering into the dining room. Jughead had lit candles and poured two glasses of wine. The table was set, and delicious smells were coming from the kitchen - well, they would have been delicious a few months ago. Now they were making Betty want to vomit.

“Jug, what did you put in that?”

“It’s chicken and bacon in blush sauce, your favorite.” 

Betty was about to say something else when the doorbell rang. 

She took a deep breath through her mouth and padded down to the door. 

Archie, Veronica, Kevin and Cheryl were standing there expectantly. 

“Uh, hey?” Betty asked confused.

Jughead poked his head out of the kitchen, shaking it furiously. 

“Jughead, are you cooking? Didn’t you-”

“Betty got home late, guys. I’m making dinner.” 

Jughead had made the mistake of telling his friends he planned on proposing tonight. He had forgotten all about it, instead worrying about the love of his life. 

“Well, it smells delicious.” Veronica said, making her way inside. “Make enough for us?”

“Yeah, Jug, you always make enough for an army.” Archie said, following Veronica.

Their friends figured he would be planning to propose another night.

Kevin and Cheryl made their way inside too, brushing past Betty.

“You know, I’m not really that hungry anyway.” Betty said, joining the group. “Feel free to have mine.”

A look of concern brushed Jughead’s face.

Betty took a deep breath through her mouth, trying to keep the nausea down.

Jughead grabbed the glasses of wine off the table and passed one to Betty. “Well, here. Lets toast to our friends ruining our Friday night.” He laughed tightly.

Betty took the glass but didn’t raise it to her mouth.

“Oh, shit, Jug, I just thought -” Archie started to say, smiling apologetically. 

Betty set her glass down beside her, hoping nobody would notice that she didn’t drink any.

Betty Cooper never said no to a glass of wine. Of course her friends noticed.

“Oh my God, Betty!” Cheryl screeched. 

“Can I talk to you?” Betty grabbed Cheryl none-too-lightly by the elbow, steering her towards her bedroom. Veronica followed behind them.

Betty shut the bedroom door.

“You’re pregnant!” Cheryl said beaming.

“Oh my God.” Veronica smiled. “Are you!?”

Betty smiled slowly. “Okay, yes, I’m pregnant, but you have to shut up because I haven’t told anybody else yet.”

“Jughead doesn’t know yet?” Veronica asked.

“He’s got to be pretty stupid if he hasn’t figured it out. You look like you’re about to throw up and you just turned down wine. You never turn down wine.”

“What she means is you’re glowing.” Veronica interjected.

“Well I was going to tell him, but you know, we kind of got interrupted.”

“Shit, right. Sorry. We can gather the others and go.” 

“Thank you,” Betty said, closing her eyes. Finally, something was going her way today. “I love you guys, though.”

Veronica squeezed her hand, smiling. “Congratulations, beautiful.” She murmured.

Cheryl smiled as well. “You’re going to be a great Mom, Betty.”

They hugged and left the room, padding down the hall together.

“Alright boys!” Cheryl called. “Let’s go hit a club.” 

They didn’t need much convincing, and a few minutes later, Jughead and Betty were alone again.

Jughead had forgotten about the food and gripped Betty’s hands.

“Betty, I have to ask you something.”

“I’m going to throw up.” Betty said quickly, taking off towards the bathroom once more.

Jughead followed her and held her hair back and she vomited again. He rubbed her back, trying to soothe her. 

Betty leaned back and closed her eyes when she was done, propping herself against the tub. 

“I’ll make you some tea, okay?”

Betty nodded her head as Jughead left the room. 

She got off the floor and walked to the kitchen a moment later.

Jughead was in the hallway, knelt on one knee. “Betty Cooper, I’ve been trying to do this all evening. But it doesn’t matter where I do it, or what I say. All that matters is that we’re together for the rest of our lives. I love you so much. It’ll be the two of us against the world.” He popped the box the he was holding open, revealing a ring. “Will you marry me?”

“Three of us,” Betty murmured, transfixed by the ring.

“What?”

Betty ran a hand over her stomach. “Three of us, Jug. It’s going to be the three of us against the world.” 

“Oh, God, I’m an idiot.” Jughead laughed, thinking of all the obvious signs in front of him. He got off his knee and closed the distance between himself and Betty. “Is that a yes?”

Betty wrapped her arms around Jughead’s neck, leaning forward to kiss him. “Yes! Of course it’s a yes. I love you so much, Jug.” She kissed him again.

Jughead leaned back, placing a hand over Betty’s abdomen. 

“Are you… okay with this?” She murmured, nodding towards her belly.

“Are you kidding? Of course I’m okay. I’m more than okay, Betty, I’m so excited.” He knelt down again, lifting Betty’s sweater to touch her bare skin. “Hello in there,” He murmured. He placed a kiss on her stomach. “Me and your mommy are going to have a shot gun wedding!” He said in a baby voice. “Yes we are!” 

Betty laughed and hoisted Jughead back up. “Shut up.” She said, smiling. “I love you, Jughead.”

“I love you too,” He murmured.

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“Hello.” You answered the phone with no enthusiasm, you were worn out and on the brink of tears. Your once nicely curled hair was now up in a ponytail. Some strands had been pulled out by Ki-Tae. He was the youngest of your troublesome duo.

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Tom Hiddleston Request

Can I ask for a Tom Hiddleston imagine? him and YN were cast to play Adam and Eve on the movie “Only Lovers Left Alive” (AWESOME MOVIE ! ) and both fell in love. they become the golden couple of hollywood.


*2012*

You were walking across the lot with one of the stage managers who was showing you around what would be your second home until production wrapped up. You had just been casted on the new production of Only Lover Left Alive as the one of the main characters, Eve. “Oh look, your husband,” the manager said jokingly as Tom Hiddleston appeared on set. “Tom,” he called him over. “This is Y/N Y/L/N, as I’m sure you know she’ll be playing Eve.”

“Nice to meet you,” he smiled and offered to shake your hand.

“You too,” you shook his hand.

“I’m being called to a meeting with the director. I’ll see you both on set,” the manager said and left the two of you alone.

“So, are you excited to start filming tomorrow,” you asked.

“More excited for that than having to sit and try on all the clothes and wigs today,” he chuckled.

“Ah, the clothes are my favorite part. Speaking of, I better get going or they are going to kill. I have a wig that weighs, like, 20 lbs to put on,” you smirked.

“If you want, we could try and meet up and rehearse lines later this week, when we get closer to our scenes together.”

“That’d be great.”

*2016*

After about 4 months of filming you two finally allowed yourselves to start dating. You two kept it secret until the movie premiere, you two accompanied each other as dates and released an official statement the month after that you two were dating.

Now, nearly four years later, 11 movies, two of which you two did together, and countless red carpet events you two were about to attend the newest movie premiere for Tom’s latest Thor movie.

After a year of dating Hollywood and the fans lovingly referred to you two as Hollywood’s Golden Couple. Ever since then, whenever another beloved couple would break up you and Tom would be tagged in thousands of posts about how you two were one of the reminders that love still existed.

“What do you have planned for today, Love,” Tom walking into your shared home freshly showered and dressed for the day.

“I have to go for my final fitting today and pick up my jewelry for the premiere this next week. Other than that I am all yours,” you grinned.

“Perfect. How about after your fitting we go to our favorite Italian place downtown and take a stroll around the park?”

“Only if you let me finally go in that new adoption center,” you had been begging him for weeks to go to the new animal adoption center to adopt a new puppy.

“Fine,” he played it off, “but we are only looking,” he said sternly.

“Fine, fine, ok. Only looking.”

“I mean it,” he pretended to be stern and pointed a finger at you.

“Ok, ok, looking only.”

Your fitting went well, everything looked perfect. You and Tom went and picked up the jewelry that was being lent to you for the premiere. As you ate your linguini and munched on the bread in front of you, you held hands with the one Tom wasn’t using. With a semi-loud slurp you sucked in the noodle. “Why are you looking at me like that,” you blushed slightly seeing Tom watching you from across the table.

“Just thinking about how lucky I am,” he smirked. “Somehow I’m with a woman who can look gorgeous even with pasta sauce over her chin,” he chuckled. You hand flew to your face and wiped the sauce from your face.

“Oh, whatever,” you smiled and looked down.

“It’s true. I feel lucky every day when I’m with you.”

“I feel the same way, babe,” you leaned over and gave him a quick kiss.  You left the restaurant and walked around the park, smiling and saying hello to the fans and paparazzi that you came across.

“Oh look,” you faked surprise and pointed to the store across the street, “a new animal adoption place that I have never seen before,” you said very monotonically.

“Oh look,’’ he copied you, “how interesting that that new store is there.”

You pulled him along as you jogged across the street and into the store. You let an “Aw” escape your lips as you looked at the dogs and kittens in their cages. “Oh my Gosh,” you excitedly gasped. In a little cage by himself was a small black lab. Over the past month you had been bugging Tom to get one. “Tom, can we play with him? Please,” you whinned.

“I guess one won’t hurt.” You were shocked at how easy he gave in but went with it. With a grin he called a worker over and asked to play with the lab. You squealed from excitement as the worker came back with the puppy and placed him in your arms.

“There are rooms right over there that you can go into,” they told you. You and Tom picked a room and sat the puppy down who happily ran around you, jumping, and pulling on Tom’s shoe strings.

“Come here boy,” you called and waved a toy rope in front of him.

“That’s a weird collar isn’t it,” Tom asked.

“Collar?” You looked down and saw a little blue collar around his neck with a small heart tag hanging from it. “4 years ago you walked into my life. Here’s a paw for each year…if you say yes?”

You read the tag and were confused, “Say yes to what?” You turned and looked towards Tom and stopped when you saw him in front of you, kneeling on one knee, with a open box in front of you.

“Yes to me. These four years of you have been the best years of my life, and I want them to continue until the day I die. Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, make me the happiest man alive and say you’ll marry me.”

“Yes, yes, of course yes!” You jumped into his arms after he slid the ring on your finger. “How did you get the tag on him? How did you know I wanted to come here?”

“You’ve been talking about this place nonstop since it opened. And, I know you’ve always wanted a black lab. I saw they had this little guy up for adoption so I had the tag made and brought it here ahead of time.”

“You’re the sweetest.”

“So, what are you naming him?”

You looked at the little lab in front of you and it hit you. “I like Wade.”

“You’re naming him after a Marvel hero and it’s not even mine,” he laughed.

You shrugged, “You know Deadpool is my favorite.”

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That weekend, the night of the red carpet, every question, interview, and picture made sure to pinpoint the diamond ring on your finger and the smiles of Hollywood’s golden couple.

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Request: The twins magically handcuff the reader to Professor Snape.

Note: Sorry I didn’t do two days like you asked, but I got carried away with just one day. I very much enjoyed writing this, sorry it took so long and sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted. Thanks for your request, keep them coming!


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What on earth was coming down the corridor?! No, it wasn’t ‘what’, it was who…then you realized.

“Professor?”

Professor Snape was skipping down the hall with sparkeling pink robes billowing behind him. His black hair was bouncing up and down in tune with his skips.

You woke with a sudden jolt. What a weird dream. You had to tell your best friends. You got dressed quickly and went to your first class: advanced potion making.

“Hiya Y/N” the twins said in unison.

“Hey Fred. Hey George.” You sat between the two of them.

You and the boys had been friends since first year, you were one of the only ones who knew them apart.

“We’ve got this new spell that we are totally gonna try,” Fred started.

“And you’re the victim.” George finished with an evil smirk on his face.

“No. You. Will. Not.” You emphasised every word.

“But it’ll help with our plan,” Fred quickly whispered the plan in your ear.

Potions class went pretty normal, as a seventh year you were pretty good at potions. At the end of class, like every other day you went to give Professor Snape your notebook to be graded, but as you did so Fred as well as George  came up behind you mumbled something and the next thing you knew there was a handcuff around your left wrist, the boys ran and Snape looked livid.

“Get back here!” Snape started to walk after them.

“Ouch!! Professor stop!” You yelled as his steps jerked your wrist and the rest of you body forward.

You were handcuffed to Professor Snape. The twins would pay for this, big time.

“Well don’t just stand there Professor, get it off! I have other classes to be at.” You said pulling your hand up as if to remind him the handcuffs were there.

He narrowed his eyes at you, “Do not talk to me in such a disrespectful way Ms. Y/L/N.” He said cooly and then looked down to examine the uncomfortable handcuffs.

You waited silently as the class started to laugh and whisper.

“Well?” You asked impatiently in an annoyed tone, “are you going to get them off or not?”

“Stop using that tone with me, I’m not the one who did this.” Snape said and sighed heavily. “These,” he raised his wrist so the handcuffs were in your face, “will be part of our lives for the next two days, there is nothing I, or anyone, can do.”

You stood there, shocked, and getting very mad.

“You’ve got to be joking.” You deadpaned.

“I am not one to joke. Now, I have to get supplies for my next class.” He said and started walking.

“Oh no you don’t! I have classes I can’t miss. You’re coming with me to my classes.” You said trying to keep up with him.

“I think not.” He said and kept walking.

You stopped, causing his arm to jerk back and he stopped.

“I will drag you along if I have to.” He said as he raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Well put them on hold. I’m not having detentions because you won’t go to my classes.” You said angrily turning toward the way of your next class.

He huffed and started walking toward Professor McGonall’s classroom. You smiled triumphantly.

“Of all students why did I have to get cuffed to you. You’re so stubborn and not at all intimidated me. Most students would do what I say.” He said irritated as the two of you walked.

You rolled your eyes and walked into the class, took a seat and waited for McGonall to come in.

“Students today…Severus? Why are you sitting in my class?” She looked at the man beside you.

You raised your hand with the handcuff and Snape’s limply followed, his face in a scowl.

“What the devil?!” McGonall came over and closely examined the handcuffs, “Well, it will be an awkward two days for the two of you.” She said resuming her class and passing out a test you had to take.

You started the test and you could feel Snape looking over your shoulder at your work.

“Can you not?” You asked not looking up from your test.

“Shhh.” McGonall said.

“I was seeing if you were as bright in this class as you are in potions, but you’ve got number three wrong you dunderhead.” He whispered to you.

“Oh shut up.” You said in a more sarcastic tone so he thought you were joking.

“A simple ‘thank you’ would have sufficed.” He said looking away.

“Severus, Y/N, if you both keep talking I will give you a detention, and Severus, don’t make me bring up the birthday incident! This is a test.” McGonall said in a harsh tone.

Snape huffed. You looked back at number three, and sure enough you saw that you’d made a mistake. You rolled your eyes not wanting to thank him and not wanting him to say ‘I told you so.’

You finally finished the test and McGonall took it. You realised the worst thing possible. You motioned to Snape like you wanted to tell him a secret.

“What?” He said, his voice and face void of all emotion.

“Get your head down here I’m not saying it out loud.” You said getting irritated.

Snape gave in and put his ear by your mouth. You whispered to him.

“You what?!” Snape’s horrified look and louder than needed tone caught everyone’s attention, even McGonall’s.

“I have to pee.” You repeated just above a whisper, your face turning bright red.

McGonall choked on a laugh and put her head down, probably to hide her smile.

You got up and Snape followed, his eyes looking to the floor. You came to the bathroom and stopped outside a stall.

“Any ideas about how to go about this?” You asked.

“Just go I’ll stand at arms length and stare at the wall.” He said and walked in the stall behind you.

It was the most awkward minute or two of both your lives. You relieved yourself while Snape stood by the wall shifting his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

****

You’d gotten through your classes and three horrendous trips to the bathroom (him having to go was way more awkward than when you had to) and it was finally time to eat….this would be weird, would he make you sit at the head table or would you sit with your friends? You couldn’t stand the thought of him sitting with you and your friends.

The pair of you walked to the Great Hall. He kept walking past the rows of students up to the head table.

“Wonderful.” You mumbled under your breath.

“I will not sit with your group of so called 'friends’ they’re all dunderheads.” He said as if reading your mind, “also they would do nothing but stay silent.” He finished as you sat uncomfortably close to him at the table.

“They’re not all dunderheads. If you’d take the time to realize that not everyone is as smart as you then you might actually see some of them aren’t that bad.” You sassed off to him as though he weren’t your professor.

“You’d better watch it young lady.” He said in a low growl.

You didn’t mean to come across as rudely, it was just your defense mechanism. You kept everyone you knew at arms length so to speak.

“I didn’t mean it as rudely as other came out, but I won’t apologise for the truth professor sir.” You said as you reached for the potatoes.

You didn’t eat much at dinner, which wasn’t abnormal, you never ate much, just enough to fill you up, and that didn’t take a lot. You sat through the boring conversations and the every now and again tease from one of the professors, some said they were so sorry about you being handcuffed to Snape others found it hilarious.

You shuffled out of the Great Hall. Tired from the days events.

“Merlin’s beard!” You said rather loudly.

Snape stopped in the hall and gave you a puzzled but annoyed look, “What is it now?”

“You….I….oh God.” You stuttered as realisation of what was to come hit you.

“Well?” Snape said impatiently and began walking again.

“We have to…sleep together.” You said in a somewhat disgusted tone.

Snape stopped. His face deadpaned, “this hadn’t crossed your mind ealier?”

“No. I didn’t give it any thought. Oh my gosh this is gonna be weird.” You said and began rambling about what others would think and say.

Snape continued walking at his normal fast pace toward his private rooms, practically dragging you along.

“Can you slow down? One of your strides is like four of mine.” You half panted.

Snape huffed and rolled his eyes, but he did slow to a pace you could keep up with.

He opened a large wooden door. Inside was a rather messy sight. Books were stacked in every corner, potion bottles were in no order on a desk in the corner of the room. The fireplace looked as though it was never used, and it looked as if Snape had never dusted.

You followed Snape down a hallway into his bedroom. The walls were stone, just like in the room you’d just been in. There was a four-poster in the middle of the room with a little table on both sides. The left side had a thick book and candle on it. The right table had another book, it was a very small book and a quill on top of it.

“D'you have a diary?” You asked teasingly and pointed at the small table to the right.

“No.” Snape said rather quickly.

“Yeah sure. Look I’m really tired can we just…” You stopped not know how to ask to lay down without it sounding awkward.

Snape nodded and you both layed down on the tall bed. It was rather hard and the room was cool. You pulled the blankets up to your neck.

“G'night Professor.” You said trying to get a bit of a rise out of him.

“Stay on your side.” He commanded.

You fell asleep rather quickly.

****

You woke with a jolt the next morning. 'What the?!’ You were cuddled up next to your potions master, your head was on his chest and your arm aroud his tourso. You looked at your sleeping professor, who at this moment was starting to stir. His eyes fluttered open he looked at you in confusion for a moment. “'Morning sunshine” You said with a devilish grin.

“I told you to stay on your side! Get off of me!” His voice deep and laced with drowsiness as he scooted away from you.

He scooted nearly all the way off if the bed before both of you noticed that his wrist no longer handcuffed to your own.

“They’re gone!” You said in amazwment, “how?!”

You looked over at Snape who still looked shaken by the fact he woke up with your head on his chest.

“I’m gonna tell everyone I know you slept with me, and that even though you seem like a cold man, you’re pretty warm.” You said trying to get his attention, your mouth twisted into a wicked smirk.

“If you breath a word of this to anyone…” He started, his face getting a hint of pink.

“You’ll what? You can’t expell me for telling the truth professor. And if you give me detention I’ll find other ways to annoy you.” You said triumphantly, you’d finally embarrassed the professor who never showed emotion.

“I’ll find something to do.” He said, “now that we are no longer handcuffed you can leave.” He gestured to the door.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t enjoy my company. You love it and you know it.” You said as you got up and walked to the door of the bedroom.

“Thanks for the cuddles!” You yelled as you ran out of Snape’s quarters before he could say anything.

*****

“Well,” George’s voice brought you out of your thinking.

“Did it work?” Fred asked as he sat down beside you in the Great Hall for breakfast.

“Like a charm.” You smiled and handed Fred a large bottle of powdered bicorn horn you’d managed to grab on the way out of Snape’s room.

“Did he know?” Fred asked, looking over at Snape who looked over at the three of you as if he knew you were talking about him.

You gave an exaggerated wink to Snape, his face flashed a look of embarrassment and he quickly looked away.

“He’s got no idea, he think I have a crush on him, and that’s how I’ll return the bottle.” The twins looked at you confused, but they knew you always had a plan.

After you made the Polyjuice Potion the twins wanted you found yourself walking back to Snape’s private room.

You smiled and knocked on his door. He opened it and you quickly walked past him.

“Oh how I’ve missed your cuddles!” You said overly exaggerating every word.

Snape’s face contorted into a look of disbelief.

You opened your arms and ran toward him, purposely knocking down a table in the room. You acted as if you fell, quickly reached in your pocket and tossed the bottle to the side.

“GET OUT! This is totally inappropriate.” Snape’s voice boomed.

He came over you and to your suprise, offered you a hand to help you up. You took it and quickly walked to the door.

“As you wish sir.” You stated and winked at him, spinning on your heels to walk out the door with a triumphant smile on your face. You had finished your mission for the twins, now they owed you.

In the room you just walked out of stood Severus Snape in utter shock, had a student actually liked him? He didn’t mind her, he had indeed enjoyed her company. But he couldn’t believe a student would like him, especially when he treated every student illy. What was the world coming to?

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NEW beginning of the Sprousehart roundtable interview via Hollywood New Source

Cole: “And now its just hipster fashion. Oh how we have declined.” You are the biggest hipster of them all Cole. Its hot how he knew that fact tho lol #nerdkink.

“So how are y’all doing?” Its a simple question dudes, wouldn’t you say? WELL NOT TO SPROUSEHART IT ISNT. Whaaaaat is going on? Why are they eye fucking each other while looking like they’re finally gonna out their secret marriage next week? Or that Lili’s pregnant?

“Edgyyy….Edgy braids.” Oh god. Cole why are you like this? Repeating everything she says? And lol @ Cole taking a glance as if he hadn’t stared at Lili’s hair all day when she got that comment. 

Recap: I totally get why those reporters were convinced these two are dating after leaving this table. I am fucking blushing, and it feels like I’m watching something I am not supposed to you know? Like I am intruding on their moment? They are just growing and growing for me every single day.