i barely listen to what she said

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I don’t know what this is, it’s not going anywhere. It was just a thought I had after last night and that delightful little tidbit about Julius. This is entirely predictable, sorry.


It’s not until the third time that Grog goes to the brothel in Whitestone that the Madam who runs the house pulls him aside as he’s leaving.

“I paid up, I know I did,” Grog says immediately. “She counted it out for me and everything.”

The Madam - gray hair but not old enough for it to be anything but just the way most of the adult Whitestone residents are - laughs at him. “You’re fine, lad. You treat my girls right and you pay well. I’m not turning you away. I just had a question for you.”

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Bundle of Joy - Part One

Originally posted by yourlipbalm

Fandom: Marvel 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Parent!Reader 

Summery: While out for a morning run Bucky comes across the Reader who’s having trouble calming their baby girl and he comes to their rescue. 

Warnings: Attempted fluff and baby.



If there was one thing everyone knew about your baby girl it was that she wasn’t a baby to be put down, not even for a moment, not even when she was fast asleep. It’s not like anyone really wanted to put her down, though. There was no bonnier babe when she was being held. She’d gargle, smile and play the perfect ‘bundle of joy’ when in someone’s- anyone’s - arms. However, once that skin to skin warmth and subtle movement was gone she’d let out a horrific wail that made the neighbours come running - surely with a scream like that something had to be wrong. 

 It was rare when she’d start crying against your chest, wrapped up in the sling you had bought online merely two months after her birth, but there she was waving her tiny fists as you tried to soothe her on the park bench. She squirmed around in your arms like some large chubby eel as huge tears pooled in her eyes and rolled down her rosy cheeks.

“Hey,” You cooed, letting her take hold of your index finger. “Hey, it’s okay, baby. You’re okay.“ 

 Her large eyes opened at your calming voice, frantically looking up at your face as she continued her screeching. Leaning down you planted a kiss on her forehead and another on each of her cheeks, but nothing you did seemed to calm her. 

 "You’re okay.” You tried again.

Gritting your teeth, you looked out across the river as you rocked her in your arms, hoping that her tantrum would end soon so you could walk home without her carrying on in your arms. Perhaps when she was finished screaming she’d be tired enough to sleep and give you back the few hours of sleep she had robbed you of last night. You were sure you looked tired; with zombie-like reaction time and large raccoon-like bags under your slightly bloodshot eyes.

 "Hey, you alright?“ 

Jumping slightly, you turned around to face the man who had addressed you.

He saw the shock register on your face before you could hide it.

“Uh - yeah.” You said quickly, glancing down at you daughter in the hope that the presence of a good looking stranger would calm her. A small smile played on this strangers lips as you twisted around in you seat to properly face him, taking in his full appearance. He had long brown hair, which was thick and lustrous and gathered in an untidy bun, strands of it falling out and framing his perfectly chiseled jaw. His face was strong and defined, featured from granite. He also had dark brows, which were angled upwards in a kind, concerned expression. 

The stranger moved around the bench to stand in front of you, giving you a better view of his muscular body, which seemed to have been forced into a white tank (that must have been at least one size too small) and casual sweatpants. As your eyes gave him a once over, you couldn’t help but linger over his left arm. Where a usual arm of flesh and bone would normally be, there was instead a bionic arm that looked like it had come straight out of one of the sci fi films you had on your shelf back home.

“I’m Bucky,” He said, stepping forward and offering you his right hand to shake. “Bucky Barnes.“ 

Without moving from your seat, you rested your screaming babe in the nook of your left arm, gently releasing your finger from her grip and taking hold of Bucky’s outstretched hand, giving it a firm shake. 

 ”(Y/N).“ 

 Bucky flashed you a dazzling smile before his eyes dropped down to your daughter. 

“Hello sweetness.” He hummed. 

 She still hadn’t stopped crying, but her red face didn’t seem to put Bucky off at all. Quite the opposite, it seemed. The perfectly sculpted man before you moved to your side and waved at her, the metal of his arm reflecting the light of the sun and capturing your daughters attention and putting a sudden stop to her crying.

 "Can I?“ 

In complete shock at her sudden change of mood, you happy nodded in agreement and gently scooped her up and into Bucky’s arms as he took the seat next to you. She looked even smaller than she already was in his embrace. Her golden cheek was pressed up against his chest and her eyes followed the glint of his bionic arm, her hands reaching out from under her blanket to touch it.

Bucky gasped, a look for pure bliss coming across his face. “Hello, little one.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Aren’t you a doll.“ 

You weren’t listening to what he was saying - far to busy admiring the way the two of them were looking at one another. Bucky, with his eyes wide and his arms held securely around your child as if she could break as easily as a bubble, and your babe, completely mystified and as quiet as a mouse. 

"She likes you.” You smiled, meeting Bucky’s gaze as he looked over at you, his own smile widening. He looked as if he was about ready to cry. 

“I think she likes my arm more.” He laughed. At his words, your daughter looked up at his face and giggled. The sound was like bells compared to the nonstop wails from earlier. You and Bucky awed at the sight of her toothless grin and the way she gazed up at him with her big eyes as she squirmed around in his arms as to get even closer to him than she already was. 

 "I’m sure you have places to be, little one.“ Bucky cooed, tapping her on the nose. "I’d better leave you and your mommy to get on with your day." 

Still grinning from ear to ear, Bucky held your daughter out to you.

"Oh!” You exclaimed, breaking out of your little trance and taking her back from him. 

 Once she was happily wrapped up in the sling across your chest, you and Bucky both got up from the park bench and awkwardly exchanged goodbyes. 

“D - do you often walk around here?” Asked Bucky. “I’d love to bump into you again." 

You smiled up at him and felt your heart flutter.

"Yeah, actually.” You said, your hand reaching up to gingerly massage your shoulder. “See you around?" 

Bucky smiled shyly. "See you around.”

And with that he was off, jogging down the sidewalk and out of sight. Your entire body tingled as you watched him leave, and a deep blush coated your cheeks. 

Here’s hoping you’d see him again.

Part Two

Mr. Best Golfer Alive

Originally posted by jiminy-krispies

Request: @rt-fan-trash  Could you do an Ethan (Crank) where the reader and him go one a mini gold date and end up angry and screaming at there shit golf skills like in the Golf With Friends game and its hella cute because Ethan is like on the ground yelling at the ball to listen to the reader. Thanks!

Word Count: 946


“I’m really glad that you came today.”

“Yeah, me too! It’s been so long since I’ve played mini golf.” Ethan had just payed the man at the front and he turned to look at Y/N and saw the excited grin on their face. A smile played on his own lips and he didn’t notice that he was staring until they arrived at the first hole and Y/N shook his arm.

“Ethan? You ok?”

A small blush crept up his cheeks. “Yeah, I’m great! I’m in my natural habitat.”

They raised their eyebrow but smiled nonetheless. “Natural habitat?”

“Yeah, I’m the best golfer alive, this is my domain!”

They didn’t say anything else, but the smile on their face turned into a sly grin as they motioned to the golf ball. “Alright then, Mr. Domain, work your magic.”

He hesitated a little before grabbing the golf club and walking towards the ball. “Don’t mind if I do!” He swung the club around a little until Y/N cleared their throat, causing heat to crawl up his neck. After stalling for almost a minute, he finally lined up the ball and swung the club back, only to completely miss the ball when he swung back.

“That was fantastic! You’ll have to teach me that move sometime!” Sarcasm was dripping from every word they spoke as they slowly clapped their hands.

“Oh please, I’m just warming up.”

After another ten tries, however, Ethan had only hit the ball once, but by the thirteenth time, he finally hit it into the hole. The whole time he was violently groaning as he tried to stay calm. He didn’t want to look like an even bigger idiot than he already did. Y/N, however, was leaning against a wall with a smug smirk on their face.

“Ok Mr., I’m the Best Golfer Alive, step aside and watch the real champ show you how it’s done.”

                                       *five minutes later*

“YOU FUCKING BITCH. GET IN THE GODDAMN HOLE!”

The golfers around them were giving them dirty looks and on guy yelled over to them, “Hey guys, it’s just a game, calm down.”

Ethan looked up from his spot on the ground, where he had been yelling at the golf ball, his face as red as Y/N’s. “HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?”

Y/N hit the ball again and it passed right by the hole, just barely missing it. “GOD FUCKING DAMMIT. I TOLD YOU TO GO IN THE HOLE.”

“LISTEN TO Y/N, YOU BASTARD.”

They tried again and finally, it went in the hole and Y/N screamed out in surprise. They turned to Ethan and wrapped their arms around his neck.

“I FINALLY GOT IT IN!”

“Heh, that’s what she said.”

They gave him a deadpanned expression but it soon broke into a small eruption of giggles. Ethan looks at them and smiles but his smile falters, which Y/N notices.

“What’s wrong?”

He hesitated as he fiddled with his thumbs. “It’s just that, I brought you here because I wanted to impress you. I was going to show you how good I was at golfing, which I am, by the way! I don’t know what the hell happened today, but I am great! And then I was going to offer to show you how to get a hole in one, and I was going to do that cheesey thing like in the movies, you know the one?”

“Ethan,” They took a step towards him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, “I’m having a really great time. I believe that you’re good at golf, you were probably just nervous, I know I was.”

They both grin at each other and continue to the next whole, where Y/N motion Ethan over to them. “Go ahead.”

He raised his eyebrows. “What?”

“Do the thing.” It took him a few more seconds to realize what they were talking about but when he did, he squeaked out a small, ‘oh!’ and rushed over to them. He didn’t automatically put his hands around them, instead he hovered them over their shoulders until they chuckled and pulled his arms around them.

It only takes a few seconds for him to relax and wrap his arms around them tighter and rest his chin on their shoulder. They line the ball up with the hole but before they hit it, Y/N turns their head towards him so that their faces are only a few inches apart. They can feel each other’s breath as they both lean in a little until their lips connect.

When they pull away, they’re both smiling like idiots and Ethan buries his face in their neck. They stay like that for another minute before finally hitting the ball, only for it to go nowhere close to the hole. They don’t say anything but it seems like everyone at the golf course is waiting for one of them to blow up. Still in the same position, they look at each other and nod.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.”

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

“YOU HAD ONE JOB.”

“WE CAME OUT HERE TO HAVE A GOOD TIME AND I’M HONESTLY FEELING SO ATTACKED RIGHT NOW.”

“JUST GET IN THE FUCKING HOLE.”

“THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID.”

They’re both yelling so intensely that they don’t notice the employee walking over until he taps on Ethan’s shoulder and tells them that they have to leave. Supposedly they were being “obnoxious,” and “not appropriate for the children,” and evidently “you can’t cuss out the golf balls.” After flipping off the golf balls one more time, they leave the course with their arms wrapped around each other and happy grins on their faces.

princessfangface  asked:

I really hope this winds up a fic or something. It's amazing. Also I'm imagining the "Nooo! Mi torta!!" Scene from Steven Universe but with Kim and Trini's burrito.

Ask and you shall receive because we have no life and really poor humor


They gazed at each other, lovingly, over the top of the burrito. Kim takes another tantalizing bite. Trini stares longingly at the way Kim’s mouth moves.

 Trini under her breath whispers out “god i wish that was me”.

Kimberly looks up, “Did you say something babe?”

Trini replies “Just asked how you were enjoying the burrito.”

Kim finishes her bite staring blankly for a second before tears started sliding down her cheeks. Trini’s face turned to that of concern, “are you okay babe?”

 Kim starts sobbing taking another bite. Through her chewing and crying she manages to get out, “it’s just.. so good..”

“Babe.. I’m glad you like it,” Trini said as she lovingly sighed.

Kim start sobbing harder, barely able to get through her bites.

“Um, are you gonna be okay?” Trini asked cautiously.

Kim continued to cry and chew, not listening to what Trini was saying. Trini backed away slowly from the kitchen counter, giving her girlfriend space as she broke down eating the burrito.


Trimberly Burrito AU, written by @tydal-waves. In theaters hopefully never

mupfingriffin  asked:

Hey! About the angst prompts. What about 'kissing me breaks the promess, remember?' Or 'you think you can fall in love with me again?'

thank you so much! i’m sorry that this took a little while, but here it is :)

i’m tagging: @cupcakeblake @marauders-groupie @blyedeeks 

wordcount: 1.8k


He thinks he’s loved her for a hundred years.

And now that she’s standing in front of him, the unforgiving rain making her golden hair stick to her face, the expression of a flood caught within her gaze, he suddenly remembers every moment: Every moment that makes him wish he’d told her a long time ago, when they were nothing but a pair of kids sharing strange dreams and peanut butter sandwiches.

He remembers her warm laugh as the sound of it burns through the back of his mind, filling every chamber of him until he is a paper crumbling at the edges, left blackened by the sweet memory. Oh, how he needs her to laugh like that again, needs her to be seven years old, holding his hand while giggles bounce on the fabric of their pillow fort.

“Clarke…” Don’t leave. Those words won’t emerge as they have stuck to the inside of his throat, too heavy to fly out like they were meant to. Desperate, he cups her face that is wet from the raindrops that have mixed with tears, so he can no longer tell the difference. It doesn’t matter. None of it matters, when pain is mercilessly tearing at his heart, determined to shred it to pieces.

Glancing at her mouth immediately has him squeezing his eyes shut. Breathe. Her lips are just a curve, just a small part of a masterpiece. She won’t crumble if you kiss them.

“Bellamy-“ Her voice a distant croak through the blur of his thoughts, Clarke puts an arm around his waist and her face to his chest. Then, she sobs, and he prays that his leather jacket will catch each of them as they emerge.

“Listen to me,” he begins, trying to mask the sound of his heart shattering as it threatens to make his voice crack. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he pushes her off his chest, which causes their gazes to meet in a nebula of blue and brown.

Suddenly, it all flashes back…

And he’s five, knocking at the glass of her window. She is sitting on the bed, eating cold lasagna off a paper plate while the tabby cat lies on her feet, warming them.

Mom and dad are fighting, she says. His eyebrows knitting together, he nods before crawling into her room through the window like he’s already done so many times.

It makes her feel better, so he lets her draw an orange dragon on his arm… Smiling at her, he hopes she knows that she can slay it if that’s what she wants.

Then, he’s nine, in the grass by her side. To her, the clouds in the sky all look like broken hearts and moving vans, but he assures her that they look like rabbits.

It makes her feel better, so he lets her embrace him, and finds himself holding on.

Next, he’s thirteen, playing his guitar underneath her window at an ungodly hour, and the words come flying out of his mouth like sweet nothingness. Of course, he’s trying to cheer her up the way that chocolate ice cream does, but once his song is finished, she tells him, with the shadow of a smile on her face, that he must never kiss her… It makes her feel better, so he makes the promise.

Time flies, just like her at seventeen, dancing her way across his room in nothing but a sheer white shirt and dark-washed shorts; the ones with the Starry Night pocket. He remembers being with her when she saw them in the store, and how she looked at them like he thought she’d never look at him.

From his bed, he’s watching her, amusement caught in his gaze, and when she looks back, only to find him shirtless, color rushes to her cheeks, but because it makes her feel better he convinces himself that it’s nothing.  

With that, he’s back to a moment that is drowning in the rain. “Listen to me,” he repeats. “I meant what I said. Please don’t… Please don’t run from me.”

At his words, her lips part as her hand grabs onto the fabric of his soaked shirt. Releasing a quick breath from the cage of her lungs, Clarke holds his gaze. “Kissing me breaks the promise, remember?”

“Screw the damn promise, Clarke!” To his surprise, she barely blinks at his sudden outburst, but when he starts to move away from her, her eyes fill with rage: She’s thunder impersonating a girl in a cobalt dress, but he’s always known it. “I didn’t mean that.”

“Oh, of course you did!”

In the moments that pass upon those words, it feels like everything is going to shatter, him having turned his shoulder to her, his gaze directed towards the ground. The water fills his lungs, and he’s gasping for air, but after all, it’s her that brings him back to the surface with a soft pull on his sleeve.

“…But I love you too.”

Time stops, which makes him five, nine, thirteen, seventeen and eighteen all at once when he slowly turns his head to look at her, the tears in her ocean blue eyes and closes the space between them. Yet, his lips aren’t touching hers, only the tips of their noses brush, because even after all these years, he still craves permission. “I don’t know what else to say, Bellamy…” She mumbles, the words ghosting over his lips.

“You don’t-“ What cuts him off is her hands on either side of his face, pulling him impossibly closer until the storm folds around their embrace. In that moment, he knows he’s loved her for a hundred years, without question, without hesitation - it has always been her.

As if hypnotized, he looks down at her, convinced that she has changed her mind. Maybe, the truth is that it was never really made up. All that escapes is her name again, broken like the promise before he bends his head slightly to capture her lips with his own - his hand tangling in wild waves of her wet hair and his heart beating a tattoo against his ribcage.

And she’s five, laughing as she chases him down the street. Nine, splitting her cookie with him during lunchtime while he talks about heroes and emperors. Thirteen, humming as he struggles to braid her hair and seventeen kissing his knuckles after anger caused him to punch his locker.

Yeah, this kiss is a whirlwind as her fingertips run through his hair, and he believes that they both broke the promise a while ago. Together, unable to fight something so powerful and now it becomes clear that they’ve lost the war.

“Clarke–“ Breaking the kiss, Bellamy tries to regain his breath, but it’s difficult when she is looking at him, pupils dilated to the point where he can hardly see the blue in her eyes. “Let’s go.”

“Are you telling me you want to ditch the rest of the prom?” Clarke asks, a teasing edge to her voice, and Bellamy groans, because she knows that the only reason why he went in the first place was because she wanted to go with him. “What do you want to do, then?”


It’s a question that clings the atmosphere inside his car as they drive to his house, the place where they spent most of their childhood together, playing pretend and building with Legos. Now, it seems as though that was centuries ago, because suddenly the sweet, freckled boy of her memories is making her skin feel unbearably hot; her cheeks and chest flushed as she fidgets with the end of her dress.

“You alright?” Bellamy inquires, glancing at her while parking the car in the driveway.

“Yeah…” But Clarke can only bring herself to look at his hands on the steering wheel. However, that is until she remembers how they were pressed against the small of her back a few minutes ago. She doesn’t have to look at him to know that his brows have furrowed at the sound of the nerves breaking through her voice, yet she still does her best to seem calm, stepping out of the car.

“Okay…” He starts once they’re inside, and she just about expects that word to be some kind of indication that he is going to push her against a wall to make out with her, but that isn’t what happens. Instead, he says: “I’m going to change into set of clothes that doesn’t stick to me like glue. Do you want to borrow a pair of my sweatpants? A shirt?”

Perhaps it’s a stupid reaction, but Clarke nearly tears up, and she doesn’t know if it’s relief or just utter, unexplainable love for him - Maybe it’s both. In attempt to mask her reaction, she nods quickly. Nevertheless, he gives her a reassuring smile before he disappears into his room to pick out clothes, which is something that reminds her that she can never hide anything from him.

While he changes in his room, she does the same in the bathroom, just like they usually do on their weekly sleepovers, but frankly this is the first time that she has borrowed some of his clothes: His favorite dark blue sweater and a pair of gray sweatpants. It’s way too big, but it makes her feel so warm and safe that her heart can barely handle it, as it flutters with affection.

Entering the living room, Clarke finds him already seated on the couch in his usual spot, and she settles next to him, curls into his side. For a few minutes, Bellamy lets her rest her head on his chest, running his fingers through her hair, then he simply murmurs: “Which movie do you wanna watch?”

“Bellamy–“

“What?” Once again, his eyebrows furrow, and as he looks at her, noticing the confused expression on her face, he signs, which manages to confuse her even more.

Chuckling warmly, Bellamy taps the tip of her nose with his finger. “Clarke… We’re just going to watch a movie, okay? So will you please tell your nerves that they aren’t welcome here?”

At the raise of his eyebrows, she laughs, leaning in to catch a wild, dark brown curl that has fallen into his line of vision. Their faces are so close that she can count the freckles that dust his cheeks, running her fingertip over them: Once it reaches the last freckle by his upper lip, he smiles and she wonders how she was ever afraid of loving him…

… It honestly feels like the easiest thing in the world.

That is what she breathes against his lips when she moves to kiss him. Their relationship, until this moment, was held back by her fear as well as his selflessness.

Not anymore… Never again.

Duality part 5 (J-Hope smut/angst) The end.

Summary: You treasured your friendship with Hoseok, until a drunken mistake changed everything.

Originally posted by hohbi

Part one Part two Part three Part four

Word count: 3.5k

Genre: Smut/angst


You paced nervously around the practice room. He would be here in any minute. It was the first time you were seeing him since you told him that you loved him. Since he left you alone. Since he chose her.

The door opened. Hoseok didn’t enter at first. He stared at you from the doorway, his expression unreadable. Then he cautiously approached.

Your heart ached at the sight of him. He was so handsome. You had come so close to making him yours. And now you could never touch him again.

A part of you hated him. You had seen a side of him that was selfish and cruel. Before that awful day, he was so idealized your mind. You had dreamt up such a perfect version of him and projected so many of your desires onto him, that now you wondered if you had ever met the real Hoseok. Maybe it was all a show. Maybe everything had been a game.

But a big part of you still loved him. Everything in your body told you to rush over and hold him, and tell him that you forgave him, and you wanted to be his. But it didn’t matter what you wanted. He had chosen her. You meant nothing to him. He said so himself.

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Possessive

Part 1
It takes them all night to clean the place; Tina’s tired and even so she reacts quickly when she hears a loud noise coming from the living room. Director Graves arrives frist to discover one of the potion dealers has hit Abernathy with a curse and is ready to escape. Graves steps towards him and tries to stun him, but his spell is met with a fire one and he has no option but to move aside. But the hex hits the potions and one of them breaks, its green steam covers Graves completely. Tina hears him cough.

She turns to the wizard and petrifies him in the spot, before taking away his wand.

“What was that?” She demands.

“It was just an experiment!” The man answers when he feels his lips again. “I was trying…”

Then Graves appears out of nowhere and takes the trembling wizard by the collar of his shirt.

“I don’t care what you were trying to do! I need to know what kind of potion it was!”

“I invented it. It doesn’t have name yet,” the man shivers when sees Graves frown. “But… It’s not deadly. It won’t hurt you either. It just… It makes you lose some of your inhibitions… to a degree and it will increase your worst defects.”

“How long?” Tina asks.

“He’ll be himself again within a day, I think,” the man continues and then looks at Graves even more scared “You are not an aggressive one, ain’t you?”

Graves ignores him, but Tina thinks he might have a point. They cannot risk the security of the people around. Her boss is a very powerful aurors and if his aggression increases then…

“I’m not aggressive,” he snaps at her. He must have read something of her concern on her face.

“We need to take you to MACUSA so the healers can check-”

“We’re going to take this lowlifes to an interrogation room,” he orders.

“But Sir…”

“He said it was an experiment, I don’t think the potion is going to work. I’m fine,” Graves insists and part of Tina believes him, because he looks like himself, just irritated.

So she nods and does as she’s told.

***

When they finish the interrogation and put every one of them in cells it’s morning. Tina forgets completely about the incident with the potion because her boss is acting just as any other day. She stops worrying.

She feels even better when she sees Queenie and Newt, waiting for her outside of her office.

“Tina! We were worried,” Newt tells her. “You didn’t returned home yesterday. Daisy and Pickett asked about you.”

“I’m fine,” she says and hugs them both.

“Oh boy,” she hears Queenie mutter.

And that’s when it starts.

“Goldsteins,” the words come out as a low and terrifying growl. “Get your hands off Newt this instant.”

Queenie moves immediately and takes her sister by the arm and yanks her away from the confused magizoologist.

But he’s not the only one confused, she’s too. Tina looks at Director Graves who’s now standing very close to Newt and looking at the sisters like he doesn’t like them very much.

“He. Is. Mine.” Graves growls again.

Newt’s face turns completely red then and looks at the auror almost in shock. Everybody around stops suddenly what they’re doing and stare at them with curiosity.

They’re not that surprised to be honest, not even Tina. It’s not a secret that the Director of Magical Security is crushing harder than a twelve year old girl, but at least he tried to control himself, even though he couldn’t help but smile at Newt every time he was in the same room or look at him with a ridiculous and besotted expression on his face, but he tried. He would never do something like that.

Then she remembers the potion. Beside her, Queenie nods, clearly hearing her thoughts.

So it seems Director Graves is…

“Very possessive,” Queenie chuckles.

“What is going-” Newt doesn’t finish his question because that very moment Graves decides to wrap himself around him.

“Oh Newt, you have no idea how lovely you are” the auror breathes, his hands like snakes circling the magizoologist waist.

“Mr Graves…”

Poor Newt he’s so flustered he can even talk.

“Stop calling me that, I hate when you do that,” he buries his face on the redhead’s neck. “It sounds too formal. That’s how my aurors call me. To you I’m just Percival.”

“Okay… Percival, could you please let me go?” Newt tries to step back, but the grip around him just tightens.

Percival chuckles and Tina’s jaw drops. She is definitely not prepared for this.

“I won’t,” he whispers on Newt’s skin. “You smell amazing. It’s so intoxicating it drives me crazy, do you know that?”

Newt seems absolutely lost. He looks back at Tina for help. She just shakes her while her sister covers her mouth to hide her amusement.

“It was a potion,” Tina tries to explain. “He didn’t drink it, but its steam affected him.”

“I told you I’m fine,” Graves snaps at her. He looks intimidating even though he’s still holding Newt.

Tina can see that Newt doesn’t believe him and suddenly something changes in him, there’s a look on his face, the same he has when he’s dealing with a very stubborn creature.

He has a plan and he’s determined.

“Percival,” he says, his voice sweet and kind. “I know you’re fine, but I think it’d be better if you go to see a healer… just in case.”

“I’m not going anywhere without you,” the auror argues, frowning.

“I see…” Newt stops himself from rolling his eyes and sighs. “Then let’s go together, shall we?”

Percival doesn’t look too convinced, but nods anyway. Newt manages to detach himself from Graves who lets him go reluctantly and seems to be fighting the impulse to take him in his arms again until Newt hold his hand.

“C'mon, Tina, lead the way.” He urges and she does it without question.

***

It is a nightmare. When one of the healers ask the rest of them to leave the room, Graves basically bares his teeth at her pulls Newt even closer to his body.

It’s worse than Tina had thought.

So she tries to explain the healers what happened as best as she can while Newt attempts to calm Graves down.

“I love your freckles,” Percival whispers, caressing Newt’s hair. “They look lovely on you. It’s like looking at the sky, you know…”

“T-thanks…” He says, flustered.

“His worst defects you said?” The healers ask her, arching their eyebrows.

“The man said it’d take away his inhibitions too.” Tina adds and thanks Merlin Graves is so distracted he can’t listen.

“I see,” says one of them, the witch. “So he’s possessive, huh?”

“It seems like it, yeah.”

“Mr Graves, could you please tell us when did you feel different? Do you remember what was the time when you started to act like this?” The witch asks.

Graves looks at her in confusion, his hand still on Newt’s waist.

“What do you mean? I’m fine. Nothing has changed.” He replies.

“Are you sure?” She presses.

“Absolutely,” he answers and turns to kiss Newt’s cheek, making him blush.

The witch sighs and looks at Tina.

“When?”

“An hour ago. When he watched my sister and me hugging Newt.”

“That was what triggered him…”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry auror Goldstein, but I’m afraid we can do nothing for him. We have to wait for the effect to go away.” She says after a few seconds. “He’ll be like himself again at the end of the day.”

Tina sighs, looking so tired already and it’s early in the morning.

It’s going to be a long day.

***

It’s horrible.

They try to reach Graves office, but Collins decides it’s the perfect moments to talk to Newt about the magizoologist book and steps a little too close for the director’s taste and he just begins to growl at him.

Collins trembles.

“I’m sorry, Sir! I didn’t mean to!” He apologizes even though he has no idea what he just did.

“He’s mine,” Graves growls more and everyone looks at them. Newt blushes and tries to hide his face in Graves’ neck.

“Erik please just go,” Tina tells Collins. The auror doesn’t hesitate and follow her advice, he’s too scared to ask.

After that it’s not so bad. They manage to reach Graves’ office and the director seems to be more at ease when he sits on his couch and put Newt on his lap and the magizoologist lets him. He then starts to talk about the proper way to get close to an hippogriff and the auror listens intently almost fascinated.

Tina stays because she feels like she has to, like somehow it’s her responsibility.

Of course just when she’s sure everything is going to be fine. When things are going perfectly that’s when Madam Picquery walks in the room with her guest.

A guest that makes the most terrifying look when he sees his precious brother sitting comfortably on Percival Graves lap.

Because of course that’s the day Theseus Scamander chooses to visit his brother.

Tina knows this is going to get her a headache.

“What is going on?” He asks and Newt tries to stand, but Percival’s hand keep him in place. “Get your dirty hands off him!”

Her boss seems to have no sense of self preservation because he growls and pulls Newt closer.

“No. He’s mine now.”

Mercy Lewis save them all.

Jughead & Reader: Wrath of The Blossoms

Summary: As Cheryl and Jason’s little sister, you have to put up with a lot of drama. Thankfully Jughead realized you were nothing like your siblings so the two of you struck up a romantic relationship. You kept your relationship quiet but soon after the secret got out.

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Length: 2,177

Listen to: Mess Around - Cage the Elephant


You’re a very private person. You don’t like everyone to know your business and you don’t like it when people anticipate what you’re going to do next. You lead a life very different from your siblings Jason and Cheryl. Well, you led a life different from Jason.

It’s been a few weeks since Jason’s body was found at Sweetwater River. You didn’t know about Cheryl and Jason’s secret plan to fake his own death so you were just as surprised as your parents. Feeling betrayed that your sister would keep something from you about your own brother, you sort of distanced yourself as much as you could from Cheryl. The only time the two of you spoke was at dinner when your parents forced polite conversation.

When you weren’t at home, wishing you could have your brother back, you were out with your boyfriend, Jughead Jones. The two of you started dating during the summer, before everything happened. The two of you were different yet the same. You had the same interests but very different backgrounds. You came from a family of wealth that held a certain weight on the town, while Jughead came from a very broken home. But your differences brought you together.

After everything with Jason, you wanted to keep your life private. That meant keeping your relationship with Jughead a secret. The two of you talked at school and hung out during lunch or gym but that was it. You didn’t kiss, you didn’t hold hands, you didn’t hug. If the people at Riverdale High knew that you were in a relationship with the school’s Boo Radley, you’d never hear the end of it. You’re already holding on by a thread with all of the drama and rumours going on about you and your family.

One of the plus sides about dating Jughead was that you were a year apart. He was a sophomore and you were a freshman. That meant you didn’t have the same classes as him, minus gym. So that eliminated almost all of the temptation the two of you might feel at school.

If people found out the two of you were together, you’d never hear the end of it. They’d wonder why a loner like Jughead would like a Blossom and they’d ask why a Blossom would ever stoop to the level of a Jones. You didn’t want to hear it. Neither did Jughead. The two of you liked each other and that was that.

“What are you thinking about?” Jughead asked as he stroked your hair.

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Love Triumphs Chapter 5: Awkward Conversations

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1050 Words

Story Summary:  AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Frozen to your spot, you watched the interaction unfold between Jared, his kids and his ex wife. Not wanting to intrude, you thought about heading to the kitchen, joining Jensen and trying to hide. Before you could make a move, Jared was calling you over, a kid hanging off of each arm.

Nervously, you walked over, hating this moment. Knowing that the woman he had first loved was sizing you up. She had a polite smile on, as she studied you closely. Stopping by Jared, you took a deep breath, before she held out her hand. “Hi, I’m Gen, but you probably already knew that by now. And you are?”

“Y/N.” You answered, shaking her manicured hand as the boys clambered all over their dad like he was a playground.

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Not A Bad Thing, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Your roommate has a too loud friend and you don’t know whether that’s good or not.

Word-count: 1,427

Warnings: Definite cursing. Also mentions of anxiety. 

Note: DAY THREE WHY HELLO THERE. 

Partly based on Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell and there were deliberate parallels. I also played around with the perspective so it’s in third person, just because I felt like it was more appropriate. I can’t tell y’all why I chose Fangirl for Lit Day, although the fact that the main character has anxiety was probably a huge factor. (I have it myself.) Also she writes nerdy fanfiction. It’s just perfect. 

This one WILL have a sequel. I left y’all off on a cliffie there, I would be cruel to not provide some closure. Enjoy! xx


There was a boy in her room.

“Hi!” the aforementioned boy said, getting up from his spot on one of the beds. Before Y/N could even move or say anything, the boy was in front of her, and holding out a hand. She only looked on helplessly (she couldn’t do much anyway; her arms were loaded with boxes).

“Oh yeah, that’s kind of a stupid move, you have all those stuff in your hands.” the boy rambled, gesturing quite aimlessly to the shit still in her arms. Y/N wondered whether he’d leave, or move or something. Her arms were starting to hurt, and she had more boxes downstairs still. “Oh!” Mystery Boy exclaimed and suddenly, half of the crap in her arms were taken. “Do you have any more boxes? You must have more boxes,”

This didn’t make any sense. She knew that Pound was a co-ed dorm, but were there co-ed rooms?

Y/N could only watch as this dude, whoever he was, placed down her stuff on the empty bed, confused and a little afraid. Hands now kind of free, she fumbled for the paper in her pocket, wrinkled with use and constant handling. She looked at her roommate assignment and balked. Was this Karen?

“Lin,” someone said from behind her, and in surprise, Y/N jumped and moved into the room, practically bumping into the Mystery Guy, who now had a name. He had looked up sharply at the voice, all the while catching her from her embarrassing stumble.

“Sorry,” Y/N mumbled and moved out of the way.

“No, it’s okay,” he said, smiling and then, louder, “Karen! Your roommate is here!”

Karen was tall, with long black hair, and exceptionally hot. “Hi there,” she smiled. “I’m really sorry that I’ve left you to fend for yourself with this dumbass.” She pointed at Lin, who pouted.

“That’s unfair, I’m fabulous!”


They left soon enough, and when the door closed behind Lin, Y/N felt like collapsing.

It’s fine, she kept screaming in her head, trying to stuff down the anxiety that had risen like black static behind her vision. Breathe. It’s fine. You’re not crazy. It’s fine.

Karen’s side of the room was already decorated, although it was as sparse as yours, with only a few posters for a bit of personalization. Her bed was still loaded with boxes, but she was downstairs, with Lin, with a few others, with normal people who didn’t feel like immediately upchucking their breakfasts when encountered with social situations.

(This would have been easier had Julia been here. But Julia didn’t want Wesleyan; she wanted to go to the bigger colleges back in New York, and wasn’t that just typical of your sister? Always the braver one. )

Her mom was somewhere in the building, probably talking to everyone and everything, befriending enough parents that would almost absolutely guarantee Y/N some friends. (Not that she wanted any, she couldn’t help but think, somewhat disdainful. She wanted Julia. She needed Julia.) Her dad had already come by, dropped off the rest of her boxes and kissed her on the crown of her head, promising to be right back, I just have to look for your mother, she’s off wandering again.

Y/N curled up in the sheets of her new, new bed, feeling the tears come quick and hot down her cheeks, the tight little roll of anxiety somewhat calmer now, but not any less disarming.

How in the hell was she going to survive this?


She had managed to find her own little corners throughout the campus, her own little writing corners. She found that she couldn’t quite write in the dorm room yet; it all still felt too new, too manufactured, too soon. Karen was nice enough, but she was rarely around, always jumping around with someone new on her arm, off somewhere auditioning. But it seemed like no one was part of her solar system like Lin was, who stopped by their room more often than Y/N would like.

That was another thing; she couldn’t write when they were there.

Their dorm room was tiny, just wide enough to fit two single beds and to squeeze two desks in the middle, and just deep enough to accommodate the length of those two beds. When there were more than two people in there, it all felt far too crowded and far too stuffy and far too suffocating. She could write with Julia there, she didn’t take up so much space. (Headspace. Julia didn’t feel like company.) Y/N couldn’t get anything down because her brain was stuck on ‘Intruder Alert!’.

So she did what she was best at; she avoided the situation entirely and looked for compromises.

This was her compromise.

Her legs were crossed underneath her, laptop open and propped in her lap, and for the first time in a long time, everything felt right. A pair of headphones hung around her neck, and although she had music on, they had slipped down sometime in the past hour, but she was in deep enough that she didn’t notice.

She was still typing when someone approached her.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were a Kanye fan!”

She looked up at the voice, slowly going from the tips of a pair of weird shoes (periwinkle wingtips) to a face. It was Lin. And he was smiling down at her like she was something special. (He always smiled at her like she was something special. He seemed to smile at everyone like that. Y/N didn’t know how to feel about it.)

“Oh, I forgot to pause my music.” she said, pressing down on her spacebar and the action caught Kanye mid-verse. To her absolute confusion, Lin sat down next to her.

“I actually wanna discuss this with you.”

“What?”

“You listen to Kanye—“

“And?”

“And you’re a writer! I more or less pegged you as the mopy indie type.”


This shouldn’t be bothering her this much.

“Lin!” Karen called from next to her, although she sounded as though she was yelling from far away. Y/N barely registered Lin looking up at the sound of his friend’s voice, waving frantically at the sight of the two of them. There was a really pretty girl next to him, who looked disappointed at the loss of Lin’s attention. A rare surge of confidence took over Y/N, and she met Lin’s cheerful grin with a smile of her own.

“Hey,” he said, walking over to meet them. He turned to her with a face of sincere surprise. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you ‘round this parts, ma’am,” he said in a mock southern accent. “Are y’all lost?”

She rolled her eyes, fixed him with a smirk, and said nothing, letting Karen talk.

There was a lag in Lin’s eyes when he glanced from her to Karen, a perceptible pause when he took his sweet time looking at her, the confusion practically radiating from him, and then turning to Karen.

Y/N realized belatedly that she had given him a Julia smile, the left side of the mouth quirked just so, chin jutted out ever so slightly, eyes coy and a little frisky.


“You like him,” Julia said without looking up from her nails, which she was painting a bright teal.

“No, I don’t. I don’t like anyone.” Y/N insisted in the least petulant voice she could manage. She only partly succeeded.

“Yeah, but you like him though,”

“Who likes who?” Karen said as she walked in from the bathroom.

“Y/N likes Lin,” Julia said, not missing a beat.

“Oh, yeah, totally.”

Y/N glared a Karen fiercely. Traitor. “For the last time, I don’t like Lin!”

The two other women looked at her, eyebrows raised and unconvinced.

Y/N groaned, arms flapping up helplessly. “And anyway, he doesn’t like me!” The thought made her sadder than she would have liked to admit.

To her surprise, Karen laughed. Actually laughed.

“You’re more clueless than I thought.” she said in that way that she had, like she knew more than you ever would. And in this situation, she did know more.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked, damning the hope starting at the edges of her stomach.  

But Karen only shook her head, chuckling. “Nah, man, I’m letting you figure this one out on your own.”

And then she left, leaving Y/N with her frustrating predicament and Julia with her wet nails. In the wake of Karen’s absence, a silence stretched on for what felt like forever. It was Julia who broke it.

“I like your roommate.”

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a/n: not edited yet, i’m way too tired to do so rn and i had major chris feels whilst writing this :-(

request: yep!

summary: in which you’re william’s younger sister and have a major crush on chris.

pairing: chris and female reader

word count: 2,3k!!!!

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Being William’s little sister was hard and it was even harder when you had a major crush on his best friend. Y/N had had a major crush on Chris since the day she had met him. She found him extremely attractive (like most of the girls did), but he wasn’t only a good looking guy. The way he talked to everyone was somehow so fascinating, which made her sure of him being an attractive person also personality wise.

The only problem was that she couldn’t make a move on him. He was her older brother’s best friend, he was a senior and she didn’t know how he felt. It was all so frustrating to her, having to constantly bottle up her feelings towards the boy was tiring.

Little did she know, Chris felt the same way. He found Y/N pretty and he thought she had the cutest little personality. If she was any other girl in his school, he would’ve have made a move on her a long time ago but she was William’s little sister. Chris would bet good money that William wouldn’t be so happy of him going out with his little sister when he knows his reputation and how he had treated some girls in the past. Also he didn’t know if she liked him back and Chris didn’t know how to take rejection since so far in his life it had never happened.

Chris did his best to push his feelings aside, but it was hard when Y/N flirted with all of the guys in the bus. They all came up to him to talk about it, shutting up as soon as William came. It made him feel unbelievably mad, it was only about time when he’ll snap.

Y/N was doing her homework, when suddenly William barged in her room. She gave him a quizzical look, since he was almost never home nowadays.

”Listen, I’ll have a party here. You’ve got to leave and go to a friends place.” He said calmly looking around in her room, he looked like it was the first time he had seen her room.

”I don’t want to go, I’ll stay here and join the party.” Y/N didn’t like when he told her what to do, especially when it came to social events. Or events in general where she’d have the chance to see Chris.

William was taken aback by her words, since she barely spoke up for herself when it was the right time. Usually she did it afterwards. A smile crept on his face, feeling low-key proud of his lil sis.

”You won’t drink too much then? Or hook up with someone?”

”Nah, but by all means William you’re not my mom so it’s not up to you to decide that for me either way. You have a party, I’ll be here. Kind of a package deal you know?” She said and poked her tongue out at her brother. They were both really stubborn from time to time.

”Yeah I know, but I swear to lucifer I’ll kick some ass if I find you in bed with someone else than the girls you usually hang out with.” He mumbled out and left the room, Y/N grinning like an idiot since she had just won a small argument that was with William.

It didn’t take her long to take her phone out and text the bus to come over to this party, her homework now long forgotten. They all agreed, Noora seeming more skeptical than the others but agreed on coming anyway. Y/N felt happy, going over to her closet to pick out an outfit for the night.

After about thirty minutes, she had settled down on wearing a basic black skirt and a long sleeved top. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, examining it. She had to admit that she looked really fucking good.

Time flew by, the house now fully packed with horny teenagers who were looking to get drunk. Y/N had had a couple drinks too, nothing major though. Eva, Sana and Vilde disappeared moments after they had walked in, Y/N not putting too much thought in it.

Then she saw him. It was like a scene from a romantic comedy where the boy sees the girl in a crowd, joy immediately taking over only this way it was the other way around. Y/N was so deep in her thoughts that she didn’t notice that Vilde had sat next to her on the couch.

”You’re staring at him you know?” Vilde took a sip from her drink, trying to cover up her smile. She didn’t succeed in that.

”Definitely not! Just looking at his shirt pretty sure it’s William’s.” Y/N laughed nervously at the girl sitting next to her, anxiously chewing on her lip.

”I don’t like to see you like this, especially when it’s a party! You should loosen up, go make out with a guy or try to gain Chris’ attention by doing so?” Vilde suggested and gave Y/N a sympathetic smile. Y/N liked the thought of trying to gain his attention, no lying needed there. In fact, in the last few parties she had only done some stuff to get his attention (which was pretty dumb), but it didn’t work out the way she wanted to. This maybe was her chance to finally succeed in this little ’project’ of hers.

”You’re right, thanks Vilde.” Y/N got up and made her way to the crowd trying to find a guy that she already knew. She bumped into someone, the drink that previously was in her hand now on the floor. Y/N mumbled out a ’sorry’, not daring to look up.

”It’s okay, don’t worry about it that much.” The voice was soft but at the same time quite deep. Y/N was about to walk away when the person spoke up again. ”You’re William’s little sister, right?”

She turned to look at the guy and nodded slowly.

”Man you’re much prettier than I imagined you’d be. Nice to meet you by the way.” He said and sent out a wink in her way. She could feel her cheeks slightly heat up before confidence took over and she stayed there to talk to the random guy.

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Out of all the parties Chris had attended, this must’ve been the most uneventful for him. He hadn’t even bothered to try to flirt with girls, when all he had in mind was Y/N. He knew for a fact that she was here, since William had told him before hand to kick the ’living crap out of the guys who make a move on her’. Chris couldn’t imagine her hooking up with a stranger, since it didn’t seem like a thing she would do.

He was wrong, really wrong. All night he had heard from his friends how she was shamelessly flirting with them and dancing with them. It made him angry, but there was nothing he could do. She wasn’t his girlfriend even though he wanted it more than anything at the moment.

Chris wanted to get his mind off of her, deciding that getting super drunk would be the best way to do it. He was walking towards the table where all the drinks were, when he saw Y/N making out with someone who wasn’t worth her attention. He tried to look away, but he couldn’t. The final straw was when the guy’s hands made their way on her butt and roughly squeezed it making her yelp.

Before he could think of what he was actually doing, he ran towards the guy and forcefully pulled him away from Y/N. Chris threw the guy on the floor and started punching him, doing his best to not yell at the guy right there.

Chris got out of his trance thanks to a sweet voice which he always recognized; it was Y/N yelling for him to stop. So he stopped. He looked at the guy who he had just beaten up, his face already all swollen up. He looked at the crowd surrounding them, before he got up an leaving the scene, signaling Y/N to follow him.

Y/N followed him, walking in her room and closing the door behind.

”What the fuck was that about Chris?!” Y/N yelled, feeling disappointed in herself. Her plan backfired, because of her stupid games the poor guy had probably a broken nose.

”You’re actually asking me that?!” He yelled back at her.

”Yes! You just punched someone repeatedly in the face for no apparent reason!” She was looking for an explanation for his behavior.

”That guy just squeezed your butt and you yelped, you really thought I’d be cool with that? Your brother would’ve killed me if I’d done nothing!” The mention of William reminded him that he hadn’t seen him at all in there.

”So what?? It’s not your problem, damn it Chris I’m not yours to control!”

Chris felt hurt by her words, even though what she said was true it felt bad to hear it out loud.

”That’s the thing Y/N, I’ve had a crush on you for so long and I’ve done nothing because I respect William! It’s killing me to hear that you’re flirting with all my friends and I don’t even stand a chance here.” He was doing his best to keep his calm, he wanted her to know how he felt.

Y/N was silent due to pure disbelief. Chris actually liked her? All this time they’ve had mutual feelings for each other but neither one has done anything to it because they both respect William?

She could feel tears on her cheek, not bothering to stop them. She stepped closer to Chris, wrapping her arms behind his neck to hug him. He was taken back by her actions but quickly relaxed into the hug. At that moment they both felt somewhat complete. Their bodies molded perfectly together. Chris could feel her tears wet his shirt, but for once he didn’t give a damn.

”You’re so dumb.” She said in between sobs, most likely sounding like a dying whale. ”You’re so incredibly dumb Chris.”

Chris just hugged her tighter never wanting to let go of her. He barely managed to whisper out an answer, when her lips were on his. Her lips were soft and plump, the combination driving him crazy. He was happy. Y/N was happy, too.

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It had been a few weeks since the party, Y/N and Chris had agreed on not telling William or anyone in general about their little thing. They didn’t know how William would react and if they’d tell anyone else, news would probably spread which would end up in William knowing about them.

In-between classes they’d meet up somewhere privately, either talking about stuff or making out. In the end, they were both horny teenagers. This day was no different from the others. Chris was looking at Y/N his brows furrowing together at her expression, something clearly was bothering her.

”What’s up princess?” He asked caressing her cheek gently, earning a faint smile from her. She loved the pet name he had given her, it made her feel so special and well, like a princess.

”I was just wondering if we should tell William. I don’t want to sneak out the house to meet you or hide from my friends.” Y/N said with a sigh. Chris’ other hand was on her lower back, softly drawing circles with his thumb to calm her.

”I know. We’ll tell him later, okay?” Chris looked into her eyes, she just nodded at him. He had already planned on telling him, without her being present. Chris honestly thought it was for the best. Chris let go of Y/N, looking at the clock on his phone. ”I have to go to class now, I’ll see you later.” He kissed the top of her head and left, making his way towards the classroom.

That was until someone pulled him into an empty classroom. Chris was ready to punch the person who did so, quickly noticing that it was William.

”What the fuck was that?” Chris was annoyed, he for once was feeling inspired of going to class.

”You tell me what’s going on with you and I’ll let you go after.” William said, his arms crossed over his chest.

Chris’ breath hitched up. William was close to finding out.

”Nothing?” Chris said, unsure of himself.

William sighed loudly. ”Then why the fuck am I hearing rumors about you in which you have settled down? I’m imagining it?”

”Ah, fuck.” Chris mumbled, William rising an eyebrow at him. Chris thought of telling him for a few seconds, before deciding that it would be the best to just tell him now.

Chris took a deep breath. ”I like your sister, she likes me too. We’re kind of a thing now. I’m not just fooling around with her you know, I’ve felt this way for a really long time. Pretty sure I’ve lost count.”

William’s eyes widened, he was in shock. Out of all the people Chris could’ve been with, his sister was the last one on the list. He didn’t know how to feel about it.

”When did this start?”

”Few weeks ago, kinda beat a guy for making a move on her.” Chris was awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. It turned out Chris had broken the guys nose, but the guy was too drunk to even remember it was Chris who did it.

William was silent for a few more minutes, before he let out a small sigh. ”You better treat her great or otherwise I will break your nose and a few other places too.”

A huge smirk appeared on Chris’ face, he couldn’t help himself. ”You know I treat my girls really well. Actually, your sister hasn’t had the chance to scream-” Chris was interrupted by William grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and his fist close to his nose.

”Don’t make me regret trusting you.”

”Trust me, I won’t.”

Fic Update: Courtship (2/7)

Fandom: Mass Effect: Andromeda

Chapter Title: Sexually (read on Ao3!)

Pairing: Jaal Ama Darav/Skylar Ryder

Rating: Teen

Summary: Jaal’s family comes to Meridian, ready to ask questions and get some answers about the relationship between Ryder and Jaal.

Notes: Endgame spoilers here.

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Hello, Jaal.

At the sound of SAM’s voice, Jaal looks up from his workstation in Ryder’s room, even though he knows there will be nothing to look at. Habit. “How can I help you, SAM?” he asks, picking up his datapad. His family wanted a rest after the lunch they just shared, so he took the chance to do some work. He will finish this gift to the Tempest crew, an epic poem of their adventures together, if it kills him. At this rate, it just might if he doesn’t find a rhyme for ‘intelligence’ soon.

I have been researching the tavoan. From the texts I have discovered, I see that the true mother is responsible for organizing the family and that Ryder should not be a part of that. She was not aware of that and planned on undertaking the responsibility herself.

“Of course she did,” Jaal mutters under his breath. No one will ever describe his Ryder as uneager.

She is now aware that someone else needs to take the lead and accepts this. As you know, Ryder’s mother is incapacitated. I was created to help her mother and prolong her life span. Because of this, I feel it is my duty to organize the tavoan for Ryder.

“That is very kind of you,” Jaal says, meaning every word. It makes sense, in a way. The only other person he imagines might offer is Scott, and Ryder’s brother is still recovering from his various maladies.

So I must ask you, does Ryder satisfy you sexually?

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TalesFromTheFrontDesk: My contract is not with you. A DOS tale.

Some days work is fun. I’m a sales director for a major brand in a major city. Today I happened to be helping out at the front desk when a call came through. The agent took the call and I could kind of hear the conversation. The guest on the phone wanted to expand his team block coming in a few months for a major tournament and we were sold out. FDA explained that she simply didn’t have rooms to sell and that’s when all hell broke loose. I can hear him clearly now, through the phone microphone, that’s 10’ away from me. He will be Jack(short for jackass).
Jack: What the Fuck do you mean you can’t expand it? This isn’t rocket science, do your fucking job!!
FDA: I’m very sorry sir I don’t have.. cut off
Jack: You don’t have a brain in your head? (I shit you not, at this point he goes on a 5 minute rant about how dumb the FDA is. She barely said 3 sentences to him, all of which were correct) let me talk to someone who knows up from down!

At this point I put my hand on her shoulder and tell her to transfer him to my office and I’ll handle this, and if she wants she can listen in.

FDA(wearing a wry grin): Right away sir. transfers call

Me: Thank you for calling blah blah this is thatsmistersir, how can I help you?
Jack: Your front desk doesn’t know what the fuck they’re doing and you better be able to do what I want.
Me: I’m the Director of Sales at this property and completely authorized to do just about anything, what is it you need?
Jack: I need 3 more rooms added onto (name of block) for my team (name of team).
Me: I see, and to whom am I speaking?
Jack: I’m Jackass, coach of (name of team)
Me: Thank you for that, and were you informed that we are sold out for that weekend?
Jack: You aren’t sold out! Expedia and Booking.com still show that I can make a reservation and (at this time he’s on speaker phone and I’ve pulled out my desk vodka and poured a shot for the abused FDA who’s listening and seems like she’s in shock) I demand that you add three more rooms. Do you have any idea how much money I’m spending there?
Me: They don’t always have the most up to date information and I’m looking at it in real time. We are sold out. I see you have 10 rooms booked for 7 days at a rate of $140 so.. give me a minute… looks like you’ll be spending $10829.00. That’s a pretty good deal considering the time of year.
Jack: So are you going to do it or am I going to call corporate and have you fired?
Me: You’re always welcome to call corporate but please allow me to explain what I am going to do first. I’m freeing up some room in the block by cancelling your reservations. The way you’ve acted today is unacceptable and I’m adding you and your team to a DNR list. I’ll also be talking to the tournament director and explaining what I just went through and the conversation where you abused my FDA for doing their job correctly. The contract I have for the room block is with (tournament director) and not you, I’m not obligated to do anything on your behalf. Also, be advised that this phone call was recorded and copies will be made available to the tournament and my corporate office.
Jack: But, wait, I, Um…
Me: I’m ending this call now, have a nice day.

I look at the FDA who had knocked back her shot and I ask her if she needs another to calm down. She declines and starts to get up but I wave her back to sit down and I call the tournament director, who I’m friends with, and put him on speaker.
Me: Hi (name of tournament director), I’m calling to let you know that I just cancelled the reservations for (name of Jack’s team) and wanted to let you know I have 10 rooms open now for the tourney.
TD(tournament director): sigh Well I have this team from blah blah trying to get rooms and they’ll fill the block back up. What’s the deal with Jack, we’ve had complaints about him before.
Me: Well he verbally abused myself and the FDA that was unlucky enough to answer the call. I put him and his team on a DNR list. I’d be willing to remove the team if they get a new coach, but not him.
TD: This isn’t the first time I’ve heard that about Jack, I warned him last year actually. I’ll reach out to the school and tell them that their team is uninvited and why they’re uninvited.
Me: Would you please BCC me on that email? I’ll buy the next round.
TD: Ha! No problem.

I see the email 5 minutes later just laying into the unacceptable behavior and how the tournament has standards for character and expects everyone to act like a mature adult. It also mentions that their deposit is non-refundable.
Had a good laugh with the FDA and told her to tell the story. The team needs to know that I got their back.

By: thatsmistersir

Weeb in metorology class

I am taking metrology class this semester. Its great and I love it. But one issue Weather weeb. Weather weeb is this weeb who is just a pain in the ass. She talks about hetalia (cause as I found out hetalia weebs are still a thing) and some other anime. Also she’s a big britaboo. Once in class she tried to show me anime. The professor told her to put her phone away. But she never listens. Since I sit next to her I can see she looks up USUK fanfics on her phone. She found out I was going to UK with my sister over break. Weather weeb said and I am not kidding here, “I wanna go.” Ok first I barely know you and secondly this is a trip I am taking with my sister. I told her no. Then she asked for me to get her something. When I returned she kept bugging me for her present. Told her I forgot. No interest in what I did aside for the doctor who museum in Cardiff. She wanted something there. But back to the weeaboo stuff she did. 

So we were given a project where we were to present about something that had to do with weather. I chose the great smog of London. She found out and insisted we work together. Now we did not need a partner and even if we did I would not work with her. She some how convinced our professor to allow her to do the same thing. So skip to the project presentation. People liked mine. Weather web’s project was Hetalia England pictures and minimal info. People were asking her questions and she was like, “I don’t know!” Yeah. When we got grades back she complained how unfair it is that her grade was bad and mine was good. Yeah cause clearly the project that was bad should get a higher grade.

Another note a friend of mine said no one in anime club likes her cause she won’t shut up about hetalia.

Puppy Love

Growing up, I always had everything I wanted. The prettiest clothes. The nicest dolls. The greatest toys. Servants who fulfilled my ever need. Every weekend I had a party where I was the princess, and danced in our great ballroom while sipping ‘champagne’, which was really just sparkling apple juice.

But I didn’t have one thing, and that was friends.

Papa says that albinism has run in the family for many generations, giving us fair skin, fine hair, and either icy blue or rose pink eyes. I have the rose pink. My hair has always been so thin that I began wearing wigs when I realized why people looked at me differently. I always had nice wigs, of course, but the other kids always stared and kept their distance. Papa said they were jealous of how pretty I was. After a while I learned that was a lie. They thought I was a freak.

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Take Me Home — Klance

“Take Me Home” — Klance


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– Furry Mobster



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“Suck it up, Buttercup.” Pidge grumbled, “A little headache’s never killed you before.” She said almost in unison with the rumbling of her lion, Green. Lance had only continued to complain until he was dizzy, only then did the whining cease. Blue senses something terribly wrong going on with her pilot and laid lower than the others. Just until she was too low.

“Lance! You’re gonna crash!” He was stirred to his senses to Hunk shrieking right as he felt a bump, and everything abruptly spun.

Lance yelps a bit as the “very-secure” belting came looser over his lap, he felt himself being lifted up off the seat, in fact. He felt a cold sweat chill his spine, and responds with a shudder and a stifled whine.

There were plenty of things to go on about, this only being one of the few, but preferred to solve it himself.

The armor was almost stiflingly warm, if not burning. It came with a prickling heat sensation  against his fevered skin, (which he hadn’t known at the time). He pulled off his helmet and tried his best to dry his face off from perspiration, and let the fogged helmet sit in his heated lap.

“Yo—there? Lance— ‘ts Ke–th? H—o?” Lance could hear snippets of someone speaking, but very brief sounds and tics. It sounded like Keith.

Lance slips his helmet back on, “Yeah, yeah. I’m here.” He spat, as he did this, sighs of relief and exasperation follow. This brought a little reassured smile to his face. “That’s good!” Hunk shouts triumphantly into the intercom.

Lance felt a sudden pulsating pain in both temples, he took the helmet off again and massaging both temples while letting Blue drift for a little while. “'Atta girl.” He said affectionately, and brushed his hand over some collecting space dust. Blue’s creaks in gratitude made his smile a bit wider.

Blue creaked and groaned as she rose up from the hard desert-like ground once more, this sound didn’t take it easy on his throbbing head.

“Hey,” Lance heard and quickly puts his helmet back on, once again. “Yeah?” He replied. “Okay, we were wondering if you were still there.” Shirogane stated firmly. “I…” Lance swallowed thickly. The words were getting caught in his throat as he opened his mouth to speak. “I–I’m sorry.” He choked out.

Blue bumped again and this time, it began to nauseate Lance. Blue didn’t seem to be losing stamina, but more like he was. He didn’t expect her to know, she was only a robotic lion after all. He switches the controls to lift her up again.

“Finally came to join us?” Keith mused. Lance did not reply quickly or enthusiastically. “…Yeah, sure.”

Keith wasn’t entirely assured by this oddly weak and simple reply. “You… feeling alright? You seem a bit off…” He asked with a hint of concern laced in his stern voice. This question caused Lance to gulp. He hesitates before deciding on a response. “….. Uh….. Yeah, everything’s fine, I’m just getting a teeny-tiny headache.” He couldn’t actually lie to his friend, his rival, that someone he loves.

“If you say so,” Keith didn’t sound convinced. Lance didn’t feel like arguing to make him believe his white lie.

Lance’s head continued to throb, if anything, getting worse. “Quiznak,” He groaned under his breath. 'This is getting bad, very bad,’ His stomach even began to ache.

“Breaking the silence.” Pidge said after a long time of silent concentration. “Anyone still there?” She asked. A chorus of “Yes’s” and “Yeah’s” follow, although lacking Lance.

“Lance? Hello? Lance?” Silence. “Hey, I’m sorry for snapping at you, it wasn’t appropriate of me.” Silence. “Lance?” She heard something, and asked if someone else had said something.

“No, I haven’t moved.”

“Nah, I’m waiting just like you are.”

“Wasn’t me.”

Pidge sighed.

Meanwhile on Lance’s side, he hadn’t spoken in what felt like forever and knew it. However, the pain was getting so bad he could barely look up, listen or speak. He felt his eyes tearing up and his face growing more heated than before. He felt his lips quiver and forming a deep frown.

Lance felt his arms trembling as he gripped the controls tighter and tighter. With every pulsating throb his grip tightened, if he didn’t have gloves, his knuckles would be permanently white from how firmly he was gripping the knobs and trinkets.

Meanwhile, (once again,) on the intercom, Coran and Allura were now speaking.

Blue drifted below again and this time too quickly to bump, but to stumble and cause a metallic racket all around Lance. The Blue lion continued to swerve. He shut his eyes to reduce the spinning, but it rattled his brain and further riled up his stomach.

“Why does Blue keep doing that? is something wrong with Blue?” Shiro asked sternly. The only reply he could manage was a long whine.

“Lance, calm down. Is Blue functioning properly?” Shiro said in a much sweeter, assuring voice. “Y–Yes—” Lance squeaked timidly, the essence of his fellow teammates silence somewhat pleased him.

Before Lance knew it, he was holding back sharp heaves. It had come out of nowhere, and he knew this wouldn’t be pleasing to Blue, or the others for that matter.

'Mind over matter,’ He thought, the movements ahead of him were blurs that never ceased to move, the cockpit became a steaming hot sauna, and his body became a battleground.

Eventually, the vomiting started and he couldn’t control himself. He heard a rumble of displeasure ripping through Blue, no surprise there. Little did he know he hadn’t turned the intercom on.

“G–Guys…? A–Are you there…? You’re a–” He gagged. “Awfully quiet…”

After what felt like an eternity, Lance reached for his helmet to turn it on, only to hear the loud cries of concern and confusion amongst the other four paladins and the two Alteans.

All the loud shouts and bickering caused the throbbing to spike up and everything else to get out of hand. He desperately pried the helmet off as the retching started over. The intercom went silent.

“Lance!” Keith was audibly both concerned and relieved to at least hear Lance over the intercom. But, not in the way he’d hoped to. “Lance, buddy, you okay?” He lowered his voice as not to disturb him much. No reply, but it wasn’t silent.

They could all hear him hacking up a lung or two clearly, but they weren’t visibly or audibly disgusted, they were worried.

Once Lance had gained enough strength and control to speak, he said:
“It hurts.” Before breaking off and crying out weakly.

“Lets land here, it looks safe enough as a refuge for now.” Shiro directed clearly. A chorus of: “Yes, sir’s” and “Alright’s” come back. Except one.

Blue was already stopped on the foreign planet. Meaning Lance had been apt enough as to land before everything spiraled out of control.

Keith was the first to get out, sprinting out of Red and started for Blue.
Prying the passage-way in and sliding into the cockpit, seeing Lance curled up insecurely with shaking hands clinging to the bottom of the seat. “Come on, Lance.” He picked him up carefully. “Lets go.” He carried him out of Blue and kept him secure in his arms.

Keith felt a shaking sensation against his chest and arms, Lance was beginning to cry. He held him closer as he walked quicker towards Red.
“Shiro! Take Blue, I’m taking Lance with me in Red!” He shouted across the area. He felt Lance stirring and looked down to see his usually bright face to be pale and worn out. His eyebrows  knitted together and his eyes shut tight. Keith shields his eyes from the odd amount of light coming from this planet, kinda closer to the sun.

Red looked down at Keith disapprovingly, but didn’t hesitate to open up her jaws to let him and his ailing friend in. “Thanks, girl,” Keith sighed and pats one side before making his way into the cockpit. He sat in the seat and positioned Lance in his lap. 'Cradling someone while piloting isn’t the most comfortable, or the safest idea.’

Once everyone was situated and ready to go, they left the planet without stirring anyone possibly housed there.


{ T I M E F O R A T I M E S K I P }


The very moment everyone had gotten back, Coran and Allura were demanding answers as to what the sudden delays were for.

“You see… Lance was falling behind,” Hunk was cut off. “May I speak to him?” Allura said, this wasn’t a question, it was a demand. “A-About that… he’s unconscious, he must’ve collapsed while on the mission…” He finished. Allura sighed. “I see. Where is he?” She interrogated.

“Keith took him to his room.” Pidge chimed in excitedly.

“I’ll go check on him, then.” Allura replied calmly.

“Hello? Keith, Lance?” Allura looks around to find only Lance, who was awake, shot up and choking on panicked sobs as he softly whimpers incoherent nonsense. The poor boy was way beyond delirious. She emerged with a deep breath, and lets it go as she snuck toward him. She listened closer and heard him barely choking out: “I–I–I wanna–g–go home—” Between gasping hiccups.

As Allura came closer she was met with a dry shriek and Lance scrambling for his bayard. “Whoa! Calm down, Lance! It’s just me, Allura. It’s okay.” She huffed in a shaky voice. She saw Lance stand up shakily and fumble around clutching the side of his head. She helped him out of his room to find him some kind of remedy, and she wanted to keep an eye on him.

As she helped him out, she just felt this raging heat radiating off Lance, she felt his cheek. “Quiznak, you’re boiling.” She cursed under her breath. “Follow me,” She made sure he didn’t collapse, until he sat down somewhere while Keith searched for something to cook him down.

“There’s nothing here!” Keith exclaims.

“We can freeze a liquid?” Allura suggests.

The fumbling Lance made his way over to Keith and blabbered on about nonsense once more, almost crying with laughter about something. Keith found something cold and pressed it to Lance’s forehead.

“You need to lie down.” Keith whispered.

“I need to lie down.” Lance echoed dazedly.

The way he repeated made Keith chuckle, but it was soon forgotten when Lance hunched over and retched. He guided him to a trash disposal and let him to it. Gently rubbing between his shoulder-blades and occasionally stroking his hair awkwardly, even Lance could admit Keith wasn’t the worst at care-taking, whether or not he knew how to. Perhaps he did rely on instincts rather than skill alone—to this day still much to Lance’s dismay.

By the time something managed to come up, the tears started again. That was where Keith was stopped dead in his tracks. Living alone hadn’t earned him care-taking experience. This went on for about 10 minutes.

“Please— make it stop—” Lance whined and fidgeted, whipping tears from his eyes and stood, staggering.

“Not so fast, Lance.” Keith firmly held his arm to prevent him from falling flat on his face in his condition—Otherwise, he’d just laugh.

Keith took a basin-like object back into Lance’s room so he didn’t have to get up as much. He brought the cold object back too. After managing to get Lance settled down for the night, Keith stayed with him as everyone else had gone off to eat dinner.

“You don’t have to stay here the whole time.”

“I know—I’m choosing to.”

Lance sits up and turns to him. “But why?”

Keith sighs and sat next to him. “Because you’re like family to me, all of us are. You’re sick and needed some help.” He replied awkwardly.

There was a brief silence before he heard a sniffle. “Lance?” He reached his hand out as he saw Lance recoiling and stifling sobs. “What’s wrong?” He gulps.

“I–I want to go home…!” Lance erupts with intense emotion, bursting into tears and occasionally coughing or weakly heaving from the sheer force of each cry. Keith was left almost speechless, he didn’t want him to leave, he didn’t want to be left behind again. All he could do was hold out his arms as Lance collapsed into them and secured him. Within minutes he was limp and dead asleep.

Keith laid him down on his bed and covered him up, noticing the feverish boy quivering from head-to-toe. Putting the still-cold compress on Lance’s forehead, he fixed some things up, and turned around to see Lance sleeping soundly with a smile on his face.


Keith felt an odd surge of glee.


“Goodnight, homebody.”



WHOO! Only took me three hours to complete! I am actually really proud of this work of art (Dud you mean: Work of augh)! This book has been updated, cleaned, edited, and revised to fit my schedule. Enjoy upcoming updates!
Edit: Revising typos.
- Furry Mobster

Cause you're mine Pt II (Tyler Joseph x reader)

Hello frens. I’m back at it again with a second part to my Cause you’re mine imagine. A couple people asked me for it so here it is and I hope you all enjoy.

Also remember to send me any requests. I’ll do anything with Tyler Joseph or Josh Dun (not smut though)

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It had been a week. One whole week of no contact with Tyler. He hadn’t called, texted, stopped by, anything. He had been completely cut off and you couldn’t blame him. You found yourself unable to make the first move too. So there you were again, laying in your small, crappy apartment, crying your heart out over the boy with the brown eyes and tattoos. You weren’t saying that night wasn’t great, but it certainly wasn’t worth it. You had lost your best friend of years due to a stupid mistake. Although, screwing your best friend wasn’t just one little mistake. It was a huge mistake and it caused your world to crash and crumble around you.

You loved Tyler. Genuinely loved him. He was your best friend. He was the person you could rant to, talk to, joke with. You told him everything and supported him. You’d surprise him during the tour. On late nights, you two would play video games or watch TV, laying on the couch, sometimes cuddling. Your heart swelled with joy whenever he accomplished something or was happy. His sly smile he had when he saw you always made your day better. The way his hands fit yours so well when he would hold them when you were nervous or lonely was perfect. Maybe there were feelings. Maybe the whole reason you talked to Tyler all those years, back in high school, was because you had a crush on him. But he had grown on you and you guys formed an unlikely bond.

As you laid on your couch, staring at the random show on the tv, you heard your doorbell ring and slowly wiped your tears away. You had washed Tyler’s hoodie and you were wearing it, again, because it still smelled like pine needles like him. You wore sweats and your hair was pulled into a bun. You were an absolute wreck. You slowly slid the door open and was met with Josh, who looked at you with a small, sad smile on your face. “Oh, um, Josh, this isn’t the best of times.” You lamely said, sniffling.

“What happened between you and Tyler? He won’t tell me anything but he has been sulking around for the past week and I know you two haven’t talked at all.” Josh said, a concerned look painting his face.

“I’d rather not talk about, to be honest.” You muttered walking away from the door as Josh walked in, closing it behind him.

“(Y/N), come on. I’d never seen him like this. He is beating himself up for whatever happened. He feels so guilty for it. He is so afraid he’s lost you and you haven’t contacted him all week.”

“He hasn’t contacted me all week either.” You throw yourself down on the couch, looking down at your feet. You heard Josh sigh.

“Okay, you two are so fucking stubborn. What the hell happened?” Josh said. You looked up and were shocked to see Josh almost looked mad. Josh was a happy guy overall and you didn’t see him mad often. But right now he looked annoyed and exasperated.

“We went to his place the night we went to the night club.” You looked down at your feet, too ashamed to look at Josh.

“So what? He usually takes you to his place and watches you.” Josh said with a hint of confusion in his voice.

“Josh, we slept together.” You let out, feeling tears prick your eyes as you continued staring at the floor. Not only had you lost Tyler, but here you were, loosing Josh while you were at it.

“As in, like together together?”

You looked up at Josh who met you with a soft look as you started to cry. “We were both so drunk and he said some stuff and next thing I know, I’m waking up in his bed, naked. I don’t want to lose him, Josh.” You felt your body start to shake and Josh walked over to you, holding you as sobs left your throat.

“(Y/N), you aren’t gonna loose Tyler. He couldn’t last without you. He loves you to death and he hates himself for what happen. He feels so guilty. You really need to talk to him.” Josh said, stroking your back with his hand.

You collected yourself and sat up softly, looking at Josh and giving him a small smile. “You’re right. I’ll do it. I promise.”

“Good. I’ve gotta go but I’ll hopefully see you later, okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks.” You said as Josh got up, heading towards the door. He looked back at you and smiled, giving you a small nod before he left you alone.

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TYLER POV

I looked up, seeing Josh standing there, looking at me. “I just paid (Y/N) a little visit.” He plainly said and I looked back down at my feet.

I felt like a monster. What happened was my fault. Usually I protect her when we go drinking or partying or anything. I watch her all night, make sure nothing happens, make sure no one bothers her. I usually take her to my place and give her my bed to sleep in. But this time, I completely lost all inhibitions and I hurt her. I couldn’t protect her from myself. Tears pricked my eyes.

I was in love with her. Every bit of me loved her. The way she snorted when she thought something was hilarious. When she was having anxiety, I would hold her and sing to her and she would calm down. The way her eyes sparkled when she was excited or inspired. She was my all and everything since high school and I fucked it up.

“Listen, why didn’t you just tell me? I’m sure it will be fine if you just talk to her.” Josh said in a soothing tone but I didn’t think I could say anything to make things better.

“Josh, leave me alone.” I barely said but he sighed in response.

“I know you are in love with her. I know you didn’t want to hurt her. But you ignoring her and not talking to her is hurting her a whole lot more than what happened that night. She is blaming herself, Tyler, when it’s not her fault or your fault. So what? You got drunk. You had sex. You messed up.” Josh said, sitting next to me and patting my back. “Things could go back to normal if you talk to her. Or maybe you could tell her about your feelings.”

“I took advantage of her. I saw she was vulnerable and I proposed the whole entire thing, Josh. It’s not her fault but it certainly is my fault. What happened that night shouldn’t have happened.” I spat, hating myself.

“Man, I don’t know what to say anymore. You are beating yourself up way too much over this. It takes two to tango and you both fucked up. Make sure it doesn’t happen again. Just talk to her.” Josh got up, walking out of my apartment, leaving me alone.

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(Y/N) POV

You slowly brought your hand up the door, timidly knocking, afraid of the reaction you’d be met with. Would it be anger? Annoyance? Sadness? You had no clue but it had taken every fiber of your being to exit your car and ride the elevator to Tyler’s floor. It had been two days since Josh has paid a visit, and those days had been full of you planning what you would say. But, as you stood in front of his door, you remember nothing you rehearsed and turned into a trembling mess. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes and your hands clutched at Tyler’s clothes that you had in your hands. It shouldn’t be this hard to talk to Tyler. He was your best friend.

The door opened and you were met with Tyler’s face. His hair that he shaved was starting to grow back a little and you could see he looked tired and broken. Your heart twisted in your chest, knowing you were part of the reason why he was hurting inside. You hated seeing him like this and wanted to hold him in your arms. But that wouldn’t exactly be appropriate in this situation. “Hey.” you timidly said, giving a nervous smile to Tyler as he stared at you in shock.

“(Y/N), what…what are you doing?” He asked. Of course he wanted to know what you were doing. He probably didn’t want you here in the first place.

“Well, I told y-you that I’d bring your clothes back that you let me borrow.” You looked down at the hoodie and sweats in your hands and Tyler’s vision also looked there before meeting your eyes again.

“Well, come in.” He said, opening the door wider for you as you timidly walked in. He closed the door behind the two of you and you turned around, standing in the entry way, staring at each other. “So…” Tyler quietly said and you shoved your hands out, offering him the clothes. He took them out of your hands and held them, this time looking at the clothes instead of you. “Thanks.”

“Tyler?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, tears escaping as your head hung low.

“No, (Y/N), it wasn’t your fault at all. I shouldn’t have pressured you. I’m so sorry.” Tyler dropped the clothes and walked over you, grabbing one of your hands and stroking it with his fingers as you cried.

“You didn’t pressure me. I practically threw myself at you that night. I don’t want everything to be ruined though. I can’t loose you. Please don’t leave me, Tyler.” You begged. You felt Tyler’s hands grab your cheek, raising your head so you were staring into his eyes which were full of tears. He smiled at you softly, stroking your cheeks with your thumb. You felt at home for the first time in over a week. You had missed Tyler so much and in that moment, you realized how much you loved that adorable goofball.

“Nothing could make me leave you or ditch you. I care for you too much to leave you, (Y/N).” Tyler said, only love in his eyes as he smiled even brighter. His face looked completely different than the man who opened the door and you smiled. Tyler wiped your tears away and pushed your hair behind your ears before pulling you into a huge hug. His arms wrapped around your whole body and you put yours around his neck. He smelled of pine trees as always and he was warm. You clutched on tighter and Tyler chuckled, pulling you closer to him.

“Why are you so good to me?” You mumbled as your pressed your head against his neck and you felt his body rumble as he laughed.

“Cause I’m in love with you.” He nonchalantly said before realizing what escaped his mouth. You both froze in the moment before you slowly pulled away, Tyler’s arms still loosely wrapped around you. His face was covered in shock, much like yours as you both stood like that for what felt like hours, staring at each other. “I’m so sorry. I am so-”

“Tyler, how long?”

Tyler finally pulled away from you, still staring into your eyes as he nervously played with the hem of his shirt. “Since high school, to be honest.”

“Tyler?” You nervously let out.

“Yeah?”

“What would you do if I told you I love you too?” You couldn’t bring yourself to look away from him as his jaw dropped a little, giving you an awry look.

“I’d probably kiss you.” Tyler responded and your cheeks flushed.

“Well, in which case, I love you too.” Tyler smiled as he stepped forward, pulling you back into his arms and softly letting his lips meet yours. They both danced together, much like that one drunken night in the cab that now felt so long ago. But this time it was true and genuine, and you felt yourself smile against the kiss. This was bliss.

You both pulled away, letting out deep breaths as Tyler ran his hand up and down your back. “You are never allowed to leave me again.” He said with a smile.

“Why?”

“Cause you’re mine.”

Fix You || Conor (pt 2)

Conor masterpost found here

Word count - 1,764

Summary - The one where Conor is broken, part two.

(part 1)

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What was supposed to be a week at your sister’s turned into two, which turned into three, which turned into a month and eventually, you lost track of time. Your sister told you it had been too long, but you had stopped noticing the sunsets and rises. To you, it was still the day you left.

It was true, you had commitment issues. You tried and tried to get over them, but you couldn’t. And while you and Conor could usually just talk through you worries, this time was different. This time, these insecurities and fears weren’t just coming from your head, they felt real. His fans had attacked you. He didn’t notice, and you didn’t expect him to, but you didn’t want to bring it up yourself. On your latest Instagram picture with him, the comments were outrageous. Finding a kind comment in the sea of insults was, for lack of better terms, like searching for a needle in a haystack. You didn’t know what had gone wrong. His fans usually had no problems with you. Or maybe they always hated you and you were just too blind to see it. Regardless, it was the moment where you thought, this is it. He’s going to leave me.

You were too dependent on him. The idea of him leaving you scared you so much, which only caused you to freak out more. You couldn’t get attached to him because he would leave, it was inevitable. So, you had to get out before he had the chance to get out first.

You had your sister go to Conor’s to get all your things and you ignored all of his calls and texts and any message from the buttercream boys. You couldn’t remember the last time you left the house except for work. You even asked your boss to change your hours because you knew Conor would just stop by work and force you to talk to him.

One day you were laying in bed, still in your pajamas even though it was 2:00 in the afternoon. You noticed your phone buzz with a text message so you picked it up to see who it was from. It was Jack. He hadn’t attempted to contact you in almost a month, so you were curious as to what he wanted. The text read Please listen to this with a voice message attached. You were scared to listen to the message. A huge part of you was planning on ignoring the message, maybe deleting it altogether, but you pressed play before you had the chance.

“Mate, I need you to get up,” Jack said. “It smells rank in here.”

“Get out,” Conor grumbled back, his voice barely audible.

“I’m not going to let you keep rotting in here!” Jack said a little louder. “You’ve got to get up, take a shower, and do something. You’re killing me.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Conor said back, sounding weak, almost ill. “She won’t answer my calls, she’s never at her work when I go, and I’ve stopped by her sister’s twice and she won’t let me see her. Says (Y/N) would have her head if she let me in.”

“I know,” Jack sighed, his voice calm again. “But you’re really freaking me out, man. This isn’t healthy. It’s been months. When was the last time you ate something?” Conor mumbled something inaudible. “Two weeks? Conor, you’re actually starving yourself. You’re gonna kill yourself.”

“You know, sometimes I feel like she’s still at my side,” Conor said, ignoring his younger brother’s concerns. “Like I wake up and I reach out for her and she’s not there. If I could just know what happened, I could try and move on. I just feel so fucking empty, like I’m waiting for her to come back even though she probably never will.”

“I’m so sorry, Conor,” Jack said gently. “I don’t know how to help you.”

“Just leave me alone,” Conor said, his voice cracking a bit.

That was when the message ended. You had tears falling steadily from your eyes and you were shaking violently. It was clear Jack had recorded the conversation without Conor knowing, and hearing him speak made your heart break.

Suddenly, you stood up from the bed and walked out of the bedroom. Your sister was home from work as it was a Saturday and was shocked to see you out of bed. “How’s it going?” she asked, trying to hide her astonishment.

“I’m going out,” you said, slipping on a pair of Toms. You were sure you looked ridiculous- leggings and a t-shirt that said I’d rather be sleeping that was about two sizes too big on you- but you had to go. If you didn’t leave now, you would change your mind and never leave at all.

“Are you okay?” your sister said. “Do you want me to-”

“I’ll be back later,” you said, cutting her off completely. “I’m fine, just gotta go do something.”

Not waiting to hear your sister’s response, you grabbed your keys and your wallet and rushed out the door. It didn’t take long for you to get to Conor’s flat and you rushed up to his door, taking the stairs two at a time instead of waiting impatiently for the elevator. Finally, once you stood in front of his door, your brain had time to catch up to you. You took a deep breath, holding back any tears that were threatening to fall. You raised your hand to their door and knocked on it three times.

Seconds later, Jack came to the door. “Oh my god,” he said, his voice quiet. “You actually-”

“Please,” you said shakily. “Is he in his room?” Jack nodded and stepped aside so you could rush in. Josh and Caspar were there, both staring at you with dropped jaws as you rushed past them towards Conor’s door. Very gently, you knocked on the door frame.

“Go away,” Conor mumbled, clearly sounding like he had said those two words a million times. You closed your eyes, took another deep breath, and opened the door.

Jack was right, it smelled awful. It was pitch black because the lights were off and the blinds were closed. There were clothes scattered all over the ground and his trash was overflowing with tissues. Conor was laying in bed, wrapped up in his blankets with his back to the door. “I fucking said go away!” he said sternly.

“Conor,” you breathed out. He immediately sat up and looked at you. When it registered to him that you were actually standing there, he put his face in his hands and broke down. You had never seen him like this. He looked sickly thin and pale and his whole body was shaking. “Conor,” you said again, tears falling from your own eyes. You walked over to him and sat by him on the bed, throwing your arms around him and holding him close to you. He continued to cry into your chest, hardly taking any time to breathe.

“I don’t know what happened,” he said, finally attempting to stop his own sobs. “Why? You just shut me out. I tried and tried and tried to fix this and you just shut me out. I don’t understand.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, crying now as well. “I just, it got too much Conor. It was too much.”

“You could’ve talked to me,” he said. “We always talk about it when you’re feeling overwhelmed or like we’re moving too fast. Why was this any different?” You didn’t say anything, just bit your lip and looked down at your lap. “What are you not telling me?” You just shook your head, not wanting to speak. “(Y/N) you need to tell me,” he begged. “You’ve left me like this for months and I deserve to know why.”

“Your fans just attacked me!” you said, putting your forehead in your hands. “It sounds so stupid when I say it now, but I couldn’t do it! Every fear I’ve ever had they wrote out for me, and it felt so real. I just knew you were going to leave. I could feel myself getting attached to you which was so bad because I knew you were going to leave. I didn’t want you to leave so I left before you could. I just, I didn’t know it would hurt so bad, Conor. I didn’t know it would hurt you this bad and I didn’t know it would hurt me this bad. I’m so sorry.” You were crying again, tears falling from your eyes and sliding down your arms. “I know you won’t forgive me because I really just fucked everything up but I’m so sorry. I was just so scared and I didn’t know what else to do. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

Conor wasn’t saying anything which only made you feel worse. You willed yourself to look up at him and you once again realized how ill he looked. “Conor you look so sick,” you said, placing your hand on his forehead. “You’re boiling too. You look like you haven’t slept in days. I’m so sorry.”

“Stop,” he said, shaking his head. “Stop apologizing.”

“It’s all my fault,” you protested.

He sighed, “I just wish you had told me. I could’ve told the fans to lay off. We could’ve talked this out.”

“I know,” you said. “I just fucked everything up.”

“Well, not everything I guess.”

You looked up at him again to see that he was already staring at you. “I don’t want this to be it,” he said, reaching out to wipe some tears from your eyes. “I want to work this out so bad, and if you want it too, we can move past this and fix everything.” You nodded vigorously, but he spoke again, “But that means you have to stop being so afraid. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Ignore what everyone else says and you just gotta trust that everything is going to be okay. I can’t have you shut me out like this again. I physically cannot do it.”

“I know,” you said quietly. “I won’t. I mean, I’ll try. I’ll talk to you more. I won’t run away. I won’t leave. I can’t do that again either.”

Conor leaned closer to you, pressing your lips together gently. You laid a hand on his cheek, having missed the feeling of being close to him so much. “I missed you so fucking much,” Conor said when he pulled away.

“I missed you too.”

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secret admirer taehyung asking you out on valentines!!!!! like during that week everyone's preparing for valentines and he's like 'hey I like chu girl ;)'

I Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Really Like You

Summary: Taehyung plucks up the courage to finally confess (college!au)


“I’m gonna do it.”

Jungkook nonchalantly lifts his eyes to look at Taehyung, who’s just slammed his hand on the table in front of them, determination covering every inch of his face.

“Do what?” Jungkook asks, slightly disinterested, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest, peeved at the way he’s been disturbed.

“I’m gonna tell _____ I like her.”

There’s a beat of silence before the younger bursts out laughing, heads turning towards the source of the loud raucous in the busy campus cafeteria. Taehyung watches with an unchanging expression as Jungkook wipes tears from his eyes while he struggles to catch his breath. 

“You’re joking,” Jungkook says, breathless; when he sees the look on the elder’s face, his laughter dies down, face morphing into an expression of surprise. “Oh. You’re not joking.”

“Why would I joke about that?” Taehyung asks, reaching across to pick up a bunch of fries off of Jungkook’s plate; Jungkook is too shocked to even care.

“You can’t be serious, hyung.” He scoffs when he’s given no reply. “You’ve barely spoken to her. The last time you did talk to her, you said some crazy nonsense about rabbits on the moon.”

“But she actually listened to my explanation about why I think there are rabbits on the moon. Unlike you.”

“She’s Yoongi hyung’s little sister, in case you’d forgotten that small, but vital, piece of information.”

“That doesn’t bother me.”

“It should.”

“But it doesn’t.”

“I can’t believe you’re the older one,” Jungkook sighs, scratching his head with frustration. “Fine. Fine. Do whatever you wanna do. Just let me know what music you want me to play at your funeral so I can get to work on sorting out a playlist.”

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A Small Flame || Jungkook || Pt. 5

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 //

Word Count: 2099

Genre: dystopian/utopian!au, angst, drama

Summary: In this colorless world, her vision was painted with streaks of the rainbow whenever she saw him and that was enough to start a rebellion.


…There are boring details of in stories—the flowery moments that bloom just when you need them to; petals that open and reveal a completed canvas of emotion with each small line, adding color to further complicate the picture. We have our basic framework now: our characters, our setting, our situation. It isn’t long until the colors will be added, obscuring the bland shades of black and white. Our first color will be red, the bright passionate red. In fact, it’s appeared several times already—during school as a crushed pill or in Y/N’s room as pills in a jar. But the color was contained and in the background. It hasn’t been released and spread around yet. And if we add take a hint of black that’s always hanging to our surroundings and splash it into our red, we’ll get a new and fantastic shade of blood.

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