But I was just thinking about that person on twitter who saw Matt and Harry filming outside for episode 9, and how she saw them kiss and hug.
Maybe it’s something about Alec’s hands on Magnus’ shoulders, but I think maybe this might be the scene she’s talking about! Someone on my twitter just now was talking about how this could totally be Alec’s reaction after realizing Magnus is safe from the Soul Sword, and now all I can picture is Alec seeing Magnus, maybe from the top of those stairs behind them, and coming down to kiss him like this, but then he holds Magnus at arms’ length, his eyes moving feverishly over Magnus’ face, as if he’s making sure that Magnus is all there, that he’s safe and standing in front of him. And then Alec pulls him into a tight hug, so tight that Magnus can feel his heart beating anxiously against his chest. Alec holds him so close to his chest, maybe resting his cheek in Magnus’ hair, as if he never wants to let him go ever again, and just whispers “I could’ve lost you,”
Hello internet! Yes, I have deleted ‘Night Owls part III’ bucause it was too angsty for what I had in mind for the finale so, I’m going to rewrite it. In the meantime, I have written this because I had an amazing idea the moment I saw the gifs that you’ll be seeing in a matter of seconds. Btw, the gifs are not mine; I found them on @bucky-plums-barnes but they actually come from @thenixcat . Anywaaay, enjoy! xx
SEBASTIAN STAN X READER
Summary: getting together with Sebastian at the airport after being apart for six months.
Warnings: tons of fluff, i guess. I tried to be funny, did I succeed?
Being far away from Sebastian has always been challenging, but I never thought it would increase so much. After getting married, we were definitely excited to start a new chapter of our life together, but obviously an issue came crossing our path in no time. I still remember the moment when, as we were chilling outside in the sun on our honeymoon, Sebastian’s phone started ringing and after a couple of minutes I found out that he would be leaving in a month to film for six whole months in Atlanta. Obviously I was thrilled for him but at the same time we were a little sad to have to put off our new ideas and adventures for even more time. Therefore we squeezed a lot of things we wanted to do in just one month before we gave up and decided that the best idea was to wait, then we would have been completely and happily free. We sadly said our goodbyes at the airport, promising that we would talk by Skype, Facetime and phone calls every single day and that we would immediately book a flight as soon as one of us found some time to visit the other.
And we did, we didn’t break the promise and succeeded to feel less lonely apart from each other. It had been a real nightmare sometimes to leave again after just a weekend together and with each passing day, even hanging up at the end of a phone call was getting difficult. One of the last weeks before Sebastian finally could come back home, we decided that the ultimate week apart, we wouldn’t contact each other. Maybe a text message, or if we were really really lonely, a phone call could fit in but, we thought the plan would help the excitement of seeing each other again after a long time. You know, like sleeping apart the week before the wedding to make the wedding night more special or waiting to open a present for a bigger surprise. Even if for Sebastian those examples meant the same thing on our wedding night..
Anyhow, in this exact moment, I’m waiting for Seb’s flight to land. I actually wanted this to be a surprise but my dear husband probably knows me too well to know that I’m here waiting. What he doesn’t know is that I’m quietly hiding in the back, a German family covering me from the fans that are in the front waiting for him to show up and ask him for photos. And no, I’m not wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses on the inside to “look like a civilian”.. okay, just the hat, but it’s just for fashion purposes..maybe.. When I hear over the speakers that the plane has landed, I move over a little, leaning over a wall nearby with my arms crossed. The position is perfect: I can see him as he walks down the stairs but he can’t see me. He’s looking around, searching for my familiar face, and he looks a little disappointed to not see me anywhere. Poor baby. The fans start to approach him slowly, they’re not a lot but it will take him a while to take all the pictures, and I’m sure he’s too kind to refuse. Sebastian starts talking with his fans and I slightly overhear a “Have you seen my dear wife somewhere?” with an almost sarcastic tone but I know that he’s really hoping to see me somewhere. The people around him shake their heads, shrugging their shoulders. It’s now that I decide to get into his sight.
Sebastian looks over, seeing movements behind the crowd, crossing his fingers mentally praying that I’ll show up in a matter of seconds. And he’s lucky, because I do. My figure slowly appears in the background, a few feet away, and I see everything: his brows furrowing in confusion, is it really me? Then his eyes shot open, the brightest and most familiar smile forming on his lips. I notice a few fans around him with the corner of my eye starting to record his reaction after seeing me, but right now I don’t care, what I only see is him, the world around me stopping. Sebastian starts walking towards me slowly as the crowd splits to let him pass and I mirror his actions, then his walk becomes a light jog and it’s in that exact moment that we start running, as if by looking in each other’s eyes we knew what to do. We meet in the middle with a bone crushing hug as I surround his neck with my arms and his go immediately around my waist with a steady hold, he has picked me up and my feet are dangling in the air. I smell his cologne again, feeling his face buried in my neck as a few tears fall from the both of us. And in that moment, in his arms for once more, I really feel at home.
if sep had a social media account he’d probably start it with the intention of just having it be professional since he’s an important figure in the castle and he wants people to respect him but it would eventually just devolve into weird selfies and photos of spit fyre
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x OC/Reader Word Count: 3,514 Warnings: SO MUCH CURSING. Descriptive smooching (not quite NSFW but like I wouldn’t wanna read this at work you feel me?). Summary: How often does a guy end up hanging upside down in front of you? Are you just supposed to ignore the opportunity to recreate an iconic movie moment? I think not. A/N: This was supposed to be a blurb about a dream I had. It… got out of control. Also I got really lazy and decided not to proofread. So, like, see if someone grows a third arm, I guess.
Stiles Stilinski is hanging upside down from my roof like he’s a god damn fruit bat and I’m not even surprised at this point. He has always marched to the beat of his own drum and I can either fall in line, or stand to the side and laugh at him.
Like now, for instance.
“Yeah, laugh it up! Don’t help me or anything!” Stiles is flapping his arms like it’s going to help somehow (fruit bat).
“How the hell did you even get up there, Stiles?” He finally ceases his movements and narrows his eyes up at me. The way he’s fallen has the bridge of his nose at eye level with me and I can’t help but to grin in amusement.
“Your mom asked me to clean out your rain gutters last week. I didn’t lock the garage after I put the ladder back.”
“Dude, uncool. My bike is in there, what if it had been stolen? How would I get to school?” Stiles scoffs and lets his arms dangle by his head.
“You haven’t taken your bike to school since we got Roscoe,” he accuses. He’s not wrong, but I still huff and roll my eyes because it’s more fun (and incredibly easy) to get Stiles all riled up.
In the 3 hour long CCTV footage of the cafeteria, at the 53:39 time frame, you can see (who I assume is) John Savage running fast down the stairs in the bottom right hand corner, after his conversation with Eric and Dylan in the library, where Dylan let him go.
HI! LOVE YOUR IMAGINES SO MUCH! Can I request an Archie imagine where Y/N and him have been on a few dates and really close. One day, he asks her to come watch him on the upcoming variety show, she eventually accepts. And when it’s Archie’s turn, he’s nervous but he sees her in the audience and they smile at each other. And after the show, they meet backstage and just PURE FLUFF. Sorry if it’s long. And tag me when it’s out? :))
The Earth shifted when you started to date Archie Andrews. Everything about your budding relationship was easy, nothing too forced. You got along so well because you had been friends before you started your romantic relationship. You were very open with each other when it came to sharing how you felt. With Riverdale High School’s big variety show coming up, you and Archie had been focusing on his songs and supporting him. You would listen to him sing, loving every moment of it. Sadly, without a musical background, you couldn’t help him every much other than giving him support. He called on Valerie to aid him with his composition and you feel a little jealous.
You had only been on a few dates with Archie yet you found yourself falling for the talented boy more and more each day. The night before the big variety show, Archie invited you over to listen to the final draft of the song. You walked over to his house, conveniently not far from yours, and was greeted at the door by Fred.
“Oh, hello Y/N. Come in,” you smiled at Archie’s dad and walked into the house. “Archie’s up stairs getting his outfit soredt out for the big night.” You smiled at Fred, he always seemed happy to see you. You made his son happy, so how could he not be pleased.
“Is he nervous?” Your voice was quiet but Fred heard it. He nodded and you walked to the foot of the stairs. “I’ll go see if I can help,” you said and Fred gave you a smile. You walked quickly up the stairs and down the hallway to Archie’s room. You knocked lightly on the door and waited for the all-clear.
“Come in,” you smiled when you heard Archie’s voice and walked through the door. Archie’s face lit up when he saw you. “Hey babe,” he said, walking towards you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You blushed at the action, despite him having done it before. Your arms wrapped around his middle and you smiled at his warmth.
“Need any help?” He let out a chuckle as he pulled back to look at you.
“You don’t think I can dress myself?” You smiled at his teasing and he grinned. You tangled your fingers with his and walked towards his bed. He had laid out a nice pair of jeans and his favorite pair of sneakers. You let out a small giggle and Archie smiled.
“Going shirtless?” You gestured to the empty spot on his bed where a shirt would go. Archie’s smile widened and a glint of mischief shown in his eyes.
“I thought you’d like it,” you let out a laugh at his words. You leaned up a pressed a kiss to his cheek. When you pulled away, a soft smile rested on his kissable lips. Your eyes moved from his lips to his eyes and you saw that he noticed your glances. You swallowed hard, turning around to break the tension. Despite the many dates you went on with Archie, neither of you had kissed the other’s lips or uttered those three words.
The drunk call at 2 am that I never should have answered, led to this moment right now, sat on my best friends toilet with my eyes glued shut to scared to see what the stick says. “Y/N it’s been two minutes” my friend Rosie takes my hand in hers “fuck” I whisper looking down at the positive on the stick “what do I do?” I look at Rosie blankly, searching for an answer.
“You have to decide that yourself” she smiles softly at me “I’m going to take another test.” Three tests later with the same result I was sure that I was definitely pregnant. “You’re sure it’s Luke’s” Rosie asks handing me a cup of steaming tea “certain, the dates and everything match up. I can’t believe my ex boyfriend got me pregnant” Rosie rubs my arm comforting my as she offers me a biscuit I refuse and groan rubbing my hand over my forehead “I’m going to keep it” I confess “I want to” she nods “I’m here for you always Hun” we hug and I allow my head to fall on to her shoulder and rest. I take a sip of my tea mulling over what my future child will look like and what to do about Luke. “You going to tell him?” I shake my head taking another sip of tea “no” there’s a pause and I think for a moment “he doesn’t need to know, he’s got the band, other priorities” my eyes shot down to the floor “if you insist ” Rosie shrugs.
“I’m going to Skype my parents tell them the news. Wish me luck” I smile at her
“Break a leg” she beams back tugging her golden hair behind her ear.
~11 Months Later~
“Francesca please stop crying” I coo in my beautiful daughters ear I sigh a massive sigh of relief when she finally settled down after what feels like hours of constant crying and me rocking her back and forth. I smile as her sister Courtney sits sucking on her bunnies ear “right girls mummy has to go to the shops so I’m going to find you some shoes” I grab the pink booties my mum got them and slid them on carefully and carry them to their little fit. They both smile at my sweetly as I pull a funny face strapping them into their car seats, four dazzling blue eyes the same colour as their fathers shine back at me gleaming with happiness “I love you” I poke their Courtney’s tiny button nose the same as Luke’s and then I bop Francesca’s nose much more like my own, long and titled slightly downwards but they’re both perfect; half me and half the guy I always imagined myself having children with. I begin the short drive to the store glancing back at my girls playing with their toys. They look so much like Luke bright blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and I know just like him they are going to break some hearts when they’re older.
I grab a packet of cinnamon crunch moving on to the next aisle where just as I go to grab the hummus so does someone else. I instantly recognise the tattooed initial DSH and just as I thought I glance up and I’m stood face to face with Calum Hood. “Hi” I smile I don’t know why I say anything, frankly I’d rather avoid all conversation but that seems kind of rude. “Hi how are you?” He asks pulling on his leather jacket “good yourself?” I clear my throat certain that everyone else in the shop can feel the awkwardness. “Fine thanks” he nods he then looks at my trolley “who are they?” The shock evident in both his voice and face “these are my children Calum, Francesca and Courtney” I smile at the girls, watching as they stare at Calum wide eyed, eyes fixated on him watching his every move “wow they’re gorgeous…” there’s a pause “it’s funny cause they’re eyes are just like Luke’s” I shrug nodding my head purse lips “ohh Y/N you and Luke” there’s a slight pause whilst Calum puts the pieces together “these are his kids” I close my eyes nodding “let’s get coffee and I’ll explain everything” Calum nods glancing back down at the twins I hear him mutter twins under his breath and smile at him as I head to pay for my shopping.
I wrap my hands around the mug of hot tea “why didn’t you tell him?” Calum asks the inevitable question “he has other priorities, we’re not even together Calum” Francesca begins to stir so I gently push the pram back and forth. “They look so much like him and you” I nod taking a sip of my tea finding comfort in how the smooth liquid heats my insides. “Are you going to tell him?” I shake my head “Y/N I have to then, I can’t have my best mate not knowing he’s got children” Calum raises his voice slightly, I shot him a look “sorry” he murmurs taking a sip of his black bitter coffee. “I’ll tell him just give me time.” Calum and I sit putting the world to right just as we used to when Luke and I were dating for the rest of the morning before he has to leave to go do some band stuff.
I do some more general shopping in the early afternoon but when it begins to rain I decide to call it quits and head home. I push the gold key into my rose red door, taking the twins carefully out of their pram I carry them upstairs and place them in their cots, almost immediately after I placed them down the door bell rang.
My heart feeling as though it’s in my throat, stomach and on the floor in front of me all at the same time I stare into the bright, crystal, blue eyes I once knew so well “Luke” I stutter out, taking in his broad shoulders, longer hair with soft, small curls that he used to hate. “Y/N” he replied his voice much stronger than mine “Calum told you” he nods and I gesture for him to come inside “I told him, I’d tell you”
“Why didn’t you tell me 11 months ago?” I open my mouth to speak closing it again when I notice how angry Luke is. I guess he has a right to be. “Do you want a coffee?” After making Luke his favourite gingerbread latte and myself a green tea I sit him at the kitchen table. Luke takes a long sip of his latte “gingerbread latte anyone would think you were trying to win me over?” He jokes, I smile my eyes meeting his shining ones “is it working?” I shrug he takes another sip “maybe…” his voice trails off. “I just thought you wouldn’t want them, and I couldn’t handle that rejection. I couldn’t have my children be rejected by you too.” I pause
“Your parents?” Luke raises his eyebrows
“Supportive as ever” my voice laced with sarcasm. “Fuck I wish you’d told me” Luke whispers. “You have other priorities Luke, like the band!” I raise my eyebrows to emphasise my point. “I would have dropped all of them for you and our children” he emphasises the last part of the sentence. “Luke I do regret not telling you” I admit finishing my tea.
“Good” Luke spits, these an awkward pause, the only sound been the large clock filling the silence. “Can I see them?” I nod leading Luke up the stairs. “They’re asleep so shush” I tell him as I open their door silently.
We both enter the room saying nothing, I watch Luke’s face as he peers over Courtney’s crib “she looks just like you. She’s beautiful” I watch as Luke carefully lifts her up, pressing her small frame against his large toned chest, “Courtney” I tell him “Courtney Love Hemmings” I give him the full name “if you want?” Luke rocks her gently as she begins to stir “she can take my surname?” The shock clear on his face, I nod “they both can.” He places a small kiss against her forehead before placing her back in her cot, smiling widely at her. “I will never let anyone hurt you”he whispered leaning over her cot “I love you and I cannot wait to get to know you.” I smile at him
“Francesca Mary Hemmings”
“You gave her your mum’s middle name?” I nod helping Luke hold her correctly in his arms “she looks just like you, has your eyes” the Luke of admiration and joy in Luke’s eyes let’s me know that nothing in the world will ever compare to this moment. “I’ll leave you have some time alone with them if you want?”
“Not now, when they’re awake. Perhaps tomorrow we could do something as a family” I raise my eyebrows
“You sure? You, your ex girlfriend and your babies the media knows nothing about”Luke nods
“I’m serious. And I want to help if you’ll let me, play a more active role in their life. You know pay child support and what not” I nod “thank you but I really don’t-“ Luke cuts me off “please I want to” I groan and gently leave the door a jar, “but I don’t want to get back together” I nod
“It’s just I’ve got a new girlfriend, and that night well I missed you but I’m over it, I hope that’s okay”
“Luke I said I understand”. I led Luke back into the kitchen and exchange details before hugging him goodbye, “I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N” he smiles at me.
A little bit for @fangirlforlife2448 who wanted Henry walking in on CS like Emma and Henry walked in on Snowing in season 2.
Crack-ish, semi-smutty fluff with a tiny dose of naval-gazing (literal and figurative) coming up, Hayley! I hope you like it!
1.8k, Rated M for nipple.
She burrows her nose into Killian’s chest, watching the gauzy white curtains flutter over their perfect view of the sunrise, curls her toes into the cool cotton of their bed sheets, and wonders when she got so lucky.
His arm is warm against her bare back and the beat of his heart is solid and steady under her ear and this is her life now. This is her life.
Killian wraps a disheveled curl around his finger, watching the play of light through the golden strands.
maybe i'm missing something, but why wouldn't you listen to a doctor's opinion of whether you're in pain or fatigue?
Okay, I’ve thought about this question for most of a day, because the obvious answer is “….why would I?”, but it’s clearly not obvious to you.
Now, I know exactly what you’re thinking. They’re a doctor. They’re a professional you’ve gone to for help. And pain and fatigue are, like, medical things, right? Going to a doctor about medical stuff and then saying “LOL NOPE” to what the doctor says is like hiring a plumber and then arguing about how to fix your sink, right? If you’re so smart, why’d you call the plumber over?
But now imagine your basement is flooding and you call the plumber. While on the phone, the plumber asks you what the problem is and you say that there’s a pipe in your basement that’s burst and it’s now flooded.
And the plumber—still on the phone—says “LOL NOPE.”
And you say, “Excuse me?”
The plumber says, “Look, a flooded basement is a really severe problem, okay? Usually, these calls, they’re a clogged toilet or a leaky u-bend under the sink. Trust me, this is better. Those are a lot cheaper to fix.”
And you say, “I’m sure they are, but I’m telling you, my basement is flooded. I’m looking down the stairs and I can see the water.”
“I’m just saying, there are other things it could be. It won’t hurt anything to eliminate them first,” the plumber says.
And you say, “But I need my basement fixed! Look, I can’t go down in my basement and do laundry right now, and I have important keepsakes down there in boxes… some of them are already ruined, but maybe I can salvage some if we can just fix the problem.”
“Well, then it will be in your interest for me to check your toilets and your u-bends,” the plumber says.
“The problem is not in my toilets or my sinks,” you say. “I am looking at the problem. I called you because my basement is flooded, and I need you to help me fix that.”
And then… now, I’m not assuming you’re female, but I just want to emphasize that this is a starkly though not exclusively gendered phenomenon, so if you’re not female then imagine you are.
“MA’AM,” the plumber says, in a way you recognize. It’s the voice of putting you in your place, the voice of unearned authority, and with this voice, this word, ma’am, is not a title of respect, it’s a reminder and a command. “MA’AM, if you’ll just calm down. I’m sure what you’re experiencing seems terrible to you, but the truth is, it’s probably not as bad as it looks from where you’re standing. And that’s a good thing! Trust me, have been a plumber for 27 years. Now, when can I come over to check your u-bends?”
"It’s not my u-bends!” you say.
“Ma’am, if you don’t want to be helped, I’ll start to think you’re calling for attention.”
(Now for bonus points, imagine the plumber refuses to help you until you lose a statistically improbable amount of weight just to rule out that this might be flooding your basement, or is acting on the subconscious but deeply entrenched idea that people with your skin color are less susceptible to flooding and in less need of help, or believes that as a feeeemale you’re more likely to be suffering from emotional distress than a physical problem and suggests the preferable course of action would be for you to take a nap every time the supposed flooding in your basement bothers you.)
As I said in that post, pain and fatigue — like dysphoria — are qualitative experiences. This means they happen in your head and they cannot be directly observed or measured by anyone else (which would make them quantitative phenomena).
The doctor talking to you about dysphoria —or pain or fatigue — is not a plumber in your house, they are a plumber on the phone. The only input they receive about the problem is your account of it.
And if they’re not willing to listen to what you say and aren’t willing to take you at your word, then all the expertise and experience in the world doesn’t matter. You can have the most powerful calculator in the world but if you type the wrong numbers into it it will still give the wrong answers. Someone can be the best doctor in the world but if they’re ignoring the information they’re not going to give you the right answer.
Another month of summer holiday had passed. To you, it went on agonizingly slow. To Sirius, the month was gone in a blink. Every time he entered a room with you in it, you immediately left without a word.
He knew his opportunities to talk to you were slipping away so, he made a plan. He left a note in your room ‘from James’ to ask if you could find a book for him in your family’s library since you knew every inch. You found the note later that evening, confused as to why he didn’t just ask you in person. You disregarded your confusion quickly as you remembered the exact spot the book was.
You headed down to the library, your mind so full of thoughts you didn’t feel your wand being swiftly pulled out of your back pocket. You walked through the grand wooden doors and straight to the shelf you knew held the book. As soon as you reached out to grab it you heard the doors slam.You turned suddenly, unconsciously reaching for your wand but finding gone. Your eyes found Sirius who was placing a Colloportus charm, locking the doors.
“What are you doing?!” You screeched, rushing over and pulling on the ornate doorknobs to no avail. You let out a frustrated groan and turned to Sirius,
“What are you going to do now?! Pour paint on me?! Make me puke slugs?! Well, then just do it! I’m so sick-”
“No! I- I just want to talk to you!” Sirius cut you off, matching your volume.
The frustration on his face confused you.
”I don’t want to talk to you, Sirius! Unlock the door now!”
“(Y/N), If you just give me 5 minutes to talk, I’ll never talk to you or even look at you again for the rest of my life.”
You thought for a second, your jaw locked. “Okay, five minutes.” You practically growled. Sirius took a deep breath, looking relieved.
“I met you September 1st, 1971, it’s been six years and I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since.”
You scoffed, but he kept talking.
“I first saw you while you were being sorted. Your hair was in a braid and your had dark blue nail polish on. You sat with Lily, Marlene, and Alice.You punched a boy in the nose for making a face at Lily and also yelled at Madame Hooch for not letting you tryout for the Quidditch team”
Your brows scrunched, that was true, you didn’t know he cared enough to notice. Sirius paused, his tongue darting across his bottom lip quickly before continuing.
“In second year, you started to wear that black stuff on your eyes and you always wore that big dark red jumper on the Hogsmeade trips. You tried out for chaser on the
Quidditch team but got seeker. In third year you dated Adrian Pucey and he broke your heart. The evening he broke up with you I found you crying in Astronomy Tower. I comforted you until we both fell asleep. When I woke up, you were gone.”
Sirius shook his head quickly as if to knock out the thought of that memory.
“Fourth year, on a trip to Hogsmeade some Slytherins stole your chocolate frogs and you hexed them to high hell. Then the Yule Ball…and bloody Lupin got to you before I did. I can still see you coming down the stairs in that dress. I was too nervous to tell you then but, you looked like an angel. Moony got mad at me after, pulled me aside and asked why I was throwing dirty looks at him all night.”
You felt your resolve weakening due to the look in his eyes.
“Fifth year, you got up and left the Great Hall when I flirted with Marlene in front of you. I noticed that got your attention so I dated a lot of girls…” He locked eyes with you, making sure you were listening.
“I’m not proud of that.”
He paused, looking like he was lost in thought. “I know you hate me because I’m obnoxious and a manwhore and an inconsiderate git. And I’m so sorry for making you uncomfortable or upset. But, you’re just so beautiful, and smart, and badass and I can’t help but fall in love with you.” He finished, looking up at you desperately waiting for a response.
You were at a loss for words. After a couple minutes of silence he looked down and whispered “I’m sorry, you can go. I’ll leave you alone.” He took your wand out of his pocket to hand it to you. You felt overwhelmed with emotion, before you could think you grabbed his outstretched wrist and pulled yourself to his chest attaching your lips to his.
He froze, your wand slipped through his fingers and clattered to the floor. You brought your hand up to his cheek and he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. He tilted his head deepening the kiss, his nose softly brushing your cheek. You pulled back, resting your forehead on his. “Don’t leave me alone.” you muttered. Sirius brought a hand to your jaw.
Past Abusive Relationship with Tony Perry. (requested).
Can you do a Tony perry one where you were an a abusive relationship and your dad used to hit you too but now dating Tony. And you accidentally broke his guitar and he yells “what the fuck” and you go in the corner and cry then when he comes to see you, and you beg him not to hit you then he tells you he loves you and would never hurt you?
I’m cleaning up my apartment; it’s a mess. Mainly because my boyfriend, Tony, had just moved in a couple of months ago. Currently, he’s over at Vic’s house or something, who’s another member in his band: Pierce The Veil. He creates mess everywhere he goes, and I mean everywhere. Dirty clothes are left, rubbish, paper, and I can’t forget: his guitar. It was his prized possession. Much more valuable than I was. He had a bunch of others but he loved this one. It was black and had green oozing over it, I had no idea what type it was; I’m not really a ‘guitar’ person, completely the opposite of Tony. He loves it so much, he’s owned it for ages, it’s always been his favourite. Soon enough it’s going to get broken, especially because of the way he leaves it around the house everywhere. This time, it was displayed nicely over my living room floor. I sigh out loud to myself. I specifically moved a bunch of stuff out from my old spare room so that he could put all of his music equipment in there. Does he use it? Of course not. Wires and such are wound round my stairs, lamps, tables. Everywhere. It’s like he uses every room apart from that one.
I grab the neck of the guitar and hoist it from the floor. The amount of times I’ve had to manoeuvre this lump of wood is unreal. Admittedly, I carry it clumsily out of the living room. Jeez, cleaning up after your boyfriend should be a sport. I mumble to myself as I drag my feet up the stairs. Stupidly, I don’t watch where I’m going. “Fuck!” I curse as I trip over one of the higher up stairs. Releasing Tony’s guitar, it bashes itself down the staircase. I see chips of paintwork jolt off of it. My eyes widen as I see it lay, practically shattered, by the bottom of the stairs. I can see about three strings split. I freeze at the top of the stairs. Uh oh. I rush down the stairs then sit in front of it on the floor. As I said: some paintwork is missing, strings have snapped, and I notice a crack in the guitars neck. For a moment, I’m speechless. I sit there in silence. Then the thoughts pour in. W… What if he gets angry? Just… Just like Ryan did… Just like my father would… What if he… he… hits me? My thoughts stutter. Both my father and Ryan would get angry if I smashed one of their alcohol bottles my accident and they had tons. This was Tony’s one and only favourite guitar… Tony’s never done anything like that to me before, he’s gotten angry but he’s never hit me. Regardless of that, I freeze as I feel my past almost becoming my present. The fear of someone growling in your face, the look of complete disgust plastering their own. Seeing someone’s fist lunge at your face… He… He’s going to hit me… He’s not going to love me… or want me… As I said: that guitars more valuable than I am. I feel my eyes shatter like glass. I sit there and stare at the guitar. What can I do?
Just my luck, I hear a key enter the front door. It’s Tony coming home… I scatter back a little, so I can see him walk through the door. Flicking his hair, I see his eyes are drawn to me, he sees the tears. Hurriedly, he makes his way over to me before crouching down. He doesn’t notice his guitar… Yet. His luxurious eyes meet mine. “Y/N, what’s u-” His mouth drops open as he looks to my side. He stands up tall. “Y/N, what the fuck?” He growls at me. “What the fuck have you done to my guitar?” He yells at me. “I… I’m sorry…” I whimper, shading myself. My body whelms up. “For fuck sake, Y/N.” He shouts, his hands dart outwards. I prepare for what I’m used to happening. Planning my escape, I sprint off as quickly as I could like I would with my father and Ryan. I hide behind the curtain in my living room. I curl up into a tight ball, clutching my knees firmly to my chest, my head rammed to my thighs. Tears claw their way down my pale cheeks. Sitting here, petrified, is a familiar feeling which I wish left me a long time ago. In my own house… I’m afraid, scared. “Y/N?” I hear Tony’s voice call my name. I can’t recognise the tone; my ears are muffled with the amount of tears that I’m choking on. Fully knowing what’s going to happen to me, I keep quiet. But I see a dark shadow look in front of the curtain. Drawing the curtain, he reveals me to him. “D… Don’t hit me.” I plead as I cry into my thighs. “Y/N…” Tony pats my thighs, trying to break my sturdy ball. “I… I’m not letting go.” I murmur to myself in a whisper, I don’t know if he can hear me or not. “Y/N, I’m not going to hit you, come on, come here.” He coos to me. Reluctant to move, I shake my head. Scooping my hunched body in his arms, he places me down on his sofa. He rests himself up against the arm of the chair, then he slides my body up next to his. His left arm supports my back as his other hand strokes my thigh softly. “I… I’m sorry.” I stammer, tears still dripping faintly off my eyelashes. I can’t seem to calm myself down, my breaths are still quick and unsteady. “It’s okay, Y/N.” He whispers in my ear. “But… But I broke it.” I sob, not being able to look into his eyes. “Hey, I can get it fixed. It’ll be good as new, don’t you worry about it.” He nuzzles his nose to mine. I know he’s lying, it will never be as good as new, but he successes in making me feel better. Breathing slower, I finally relax in Tony’s grasp. “Now, Y/N. Why would you ever think that I would dare to hit you? Your past makes you feel uneasy, I know that… But honestly, I will never, ever hurt you. I wouldn’t dream of it, no matter now angry I ever get, I won’t hit you, Y/N. I promise.” He says innocently, before laying benevolent kisses on my neck. I cosily snuggle against his warm body as he does so. His lips trail up my neck to my face, before finally reaching my lips. Passionately, he brushes his soft lips against mine. “I’m sorry for thinking that Tony, I really am.” I apologise guiltily. “Don’t worry.” He coaxes me gently. “I love you.” He whispers in a sweet, loving voice. “I’ll do anything to prove it.” He adds, squeezing my body tightly to his.
It has been about a month since the vacation. I now live in an apartment not to far from the college Bridgette and I will be attending. We both made our schedules similar so we can ride in one car to campus unless we don’t need to. In just a few weeks we will be attending our first class of college. Bridgette studying Architecture and I’m studying Creative Writing.
I guess Jungkook and Jimin had gotten accepted into a frat house so they’re now a part of that with five other guys. I haven’t spoken to them in about a week since we have all been getting settled in.
and I into our apartment and them into the frat house. I plop on my bed and sigh as I undo my hair from its ponytail. I just got out of work and want to sleep. It’s only two o'clock in the afternoon.
I get up and change into a t-shirt and some shorts and climb into bed. I connect my phone to the bluetooth speaker and start to play music. I put my phone on the nightstand and close my eyes, laying on my back.
I’m partially wake up when I hear the music on turn off. I groan softly and cuddling deeper into my pillow. I feel hands grab my waist and squeeze softly causing me to squirm. I grab the hand in mine and throw it off of my body, begging them to let me sleep.
“Wake up! I’m the one that’s supposed to be asleep at unreasonable times!”
I open my eyes, roll onto my back and glare at
. She smiles sweetly at me and lays down next to me. I close my eyes again and cuddle back into the pillow I’m holding to my chest.
“How long have you been home?”
“About an hour. I let you sleep now I’m bored. Entertain me.”
“I let you sleep, let me sleep.” I roll my eyes but sit up and stretch.
We get up off my bed and go to the living room. We start to watch a movie and order pizza. We’ve been watching the movie for about an hour and a half, it’s almost finished and so is our pizza, when there’s a knock on the door. I get up and walk to the door after
and I had a mini argument about who was going to open the door. I open the door with a small sigh and see Jimin waiting patiently in the hallway. He smiles and walks in after I open the door wider for him.
He walk deeper into our apartment and smiles and waves at
before turning back to me, leaning against the couch. He crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow up and I do the same.
gives me a confused look before getting up and walking next to me.
“What’s up Jimin?” She asks and he looks to her. “Why are you here?”
“When was the last time you guys went to a party?”
“About six months ago, why?” I cross my arms over my chest and
looks at Jimin patiently.
“Get ready. I’m taking you guys to a party.” He smiles brightly like he came up with the brightest idea.
“My frat’s.” He shrugs and leans back all the way so he can fall onto the couch.
looks to me and I shrug. “Give us half an hour.”
gets dressed a maroon long sleeve crop top with high waisted black jeans with black combat boots. Her long wavy hair hitting her lower back, her everyday rings on and her everyday makeup.
I get dressed in a black long sleeve turtle neck crop top and high waisted light jeans. My hair was already straightened, as always, so I just fix it a bit. I add some rings and do my makeup the same as always. I put on my timberlands and walk out of my room.
and Jimin are standing by the front door talking. When I close my door they look at me and smile. “Ready to go?”
I nod and we walk out of the building to Jimin’s car. I sit in the back while
and Jimin talk in the front.
“Is Jungkook going to be there?”
“Yeah, he should be.”
When we get there I get out of the car and walk side by side
It’s been about an hour since we’ve gotten to the party and I’ve yet to see Jungkook. There was a side bar along the wall of the living room that’s connected to the main entrance, so I can see the stairs leading upstairs, the kitchen and other rooms.
and I are sitting there as we continuously get drinks from the bar tender. I’m on my fourth drink, she’s on her sixth.
“Don’t you think you should slow down a bit?” I asked her as she downed the rest of her drink.
“Jimin said he’ll take us home. I’m fine. You should lighten up and stop looking around the room, Jungkook probably isn’t here yet.”
“Who said I was even looking for anyone? Jungkook at that.” I roll my eyes and look around the crowded space again.
“Yeah, of course you aren’t.” She rolled her eyes and turned so she was facing the crowd and stairs. My chair was facing hers.
“And he lives here
, he would already be here.”
She shrugs and looks around. “Maybe he was working or something. Just because he lives here doesn’t mean he was here from the st-”
She stops talking when he eyes land on something. I go to follow where her eye’s landed but she quickly turns to me with wide eyes.
“Are you sure you don’t like Jungkook anymore?” She asks hurriedly and starts to bounce her leg up and down.
“I told you
, He only wants sex. I’m not going to keep liking the boy if he only wants-”
“That doesn’t answer my question, yes or no?” She asks again looking back and forth between me and the stairs.
I just furrow my eyebrows and look to the stairs.
My heart aches a bit when I see Jungkook walking down the stairs, his black shirt wrinkled, his hair a mess and a hickey or two occupying his neck. A girl following down the stairs behind him. Her blonde hair in waves down her body with her white tank top and booty shorts. A hickey noticeably on her neck as well. I breath in quickly and turn back to the bar and down the rest of my fifth drink. I ask the guy behind the bar for another which he gladly gives me. After about two more drinks I feel enough buzz and look to
who now looks a bit sober and is looking at me with worry.
“I’m gonna go to the kitchen, get a different drink."I shrug nonchalantly and get up. I wobbled a bit but caught my balance with the chair then quickly smiled at
who looked at me curiously.
"Alright, I’ll come with you.”
said as she got up from her seat. I started to protest but she turned me around and guided me to the kitchen. “I know what you’re going to try to do, and I will help you.”
I smiled and gladly started to walk to the kitchen. When we got there, there wasn’t a lot of people. A few people talking around the island counter and drinking out of red solo cups.
leads me to the counter and pours us each a drink. I lean against the counter and look around the kitchen. I gladly take the cup from
’s hand as she hands it to me. When I turn back around I see a guy staring at me. I sip on my cup as we stare at each other. His curly hair slightly messy but sexy, his green eyes staring at me and his all black outfit. He smirks slightly when he sees that I’m staring back. I gulp my drink down, ignoring the sting, and slowly walk towards him. He does the same and we meet each other half way.
“You’re cute.” He smiles as he looks down at me.
I laugh and blush a bit. “Getting straight to the point, huh?”
“Hey, a pretty girl like you should get told the truth.” He smiles and takes a sip out of his cup.
We talk for a bit more. Flirting, laughing.
started to talk to a guy now they’re deep in conversation. After I look away from
and the guy she’s talking to, I look around the room when I see two familiar figures standing at the doorway of the kitchen. Jimin and Jungkook are standing in the middle of the doorway, talking. They look between me and each other and my smile slightly fades when I see that. I look at
, who raises one brow at me, indicating she noticed too. I look back at the guy I’ve been talking to and put a smile on my face and start to listen to him again. He goes to a university not too far from here, but one if his best buddies goes to this college and invited him to come along. I take a sip out of my new drink and watch as he starts to lean in. I lean in too and my cheek brushes his as he leans in to whisper in my ear. His nice cologne fills my senses, and I’m not complaining.
“Do you live around here? We can head back to yours or mine?” He whispers in my ear. His lips brush my ear and I bite my lip.
I pull away slightly, our faces mere centimeters away as we stare into each others eyes. His eyes filled with curiosity and lust. I look down at his plump pink lips and lean in. He kisses back immediately, his hands resting on my hips as mine are on his biceps. The kiss starts off slow but rough, then he slowly pulls away, biting my bottom lip in the process. I bite my lip with a small smirk as he smiles and laughs as his nose brushes my forehead, since he stood up tall again.
“Wanna get out of here?” He asks.
I grab his wrist and start walking backwards towards the other exit of the kitchen. I look to
so she knows I’m leaving to which she sends me a wink. I wink back then turn forward and he wraps his arm around my waist as we walk through the crowd. I feel his hand squeeze my hip and his lips kiss my earlobe.
I turn to look at him to which he smirks at me, I laugh and look forward and continue the way to the front door. I turn to the side for a bit and see Jungkook. He’s staring at me from the bottom of the steps but his attention is brought to the girl who’s tugging in his shirt. He looks down at the girl with a smirk on his face.
I look forward, my mind buzzing as we leave the party, get into his car and he leads the way to his apartment, then to his room.
Roman smiled to himself when he opened the front door to
find you hopping from one foot to the other as you waited to be let in the
giant mansion. You let his take your coat and hurried up the stairs to Shelly’s
room, his eyes followed you until you were out of sight, causing him to let out
a harsh breath.
Summary: Sam really messed up their last hunt. He’d had multiple chances to take out the werewolf they’d been hunting, the werewolf who’d been killing people for almost a month, and yet he never once pulled the trigger. Now, he’s left conflicted and desperate to try and work through whatever hold it is she has over him, while trying to keep her off of the radar and wean her off of human hearts. Why? Well… only time will tell. Pairing: Alpha!SamxOmega!Werewolf!Reader Words: 715 Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics. None beyond this. AN: This is the final part written for A/B/O Appreciation Day. There is more to this series!!! It will be written and posted at a later date! I gotta say a massive thank you to @winchesterprincessbride for this one, as a few months ago she gave me a lot of help fleshing this series out. Seriously, I wouldn’t even have attempted this without her help. Also, a shout out to @skybinx-blog for reading this over (and over and over and over…) for me! Pretty sure I’ve been nagging her about nothing but this series for at least two weeks… probably more XD
This part is written in the form of text messages. The reader’s texts are in italics and begin with ‘-’. Sam’s texts are in normal font and begin with ‘~’. The ‘to’ and ‘from’ should also help you keep track of this. Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!