i guess i should head to bed i have like a million things i need to do tomorrow

anonymous asked:

Have you ever thought of sugar daddy nursey?

Will: Tell me you didn’t buy me four tempur-pedic pillows, Derek.

The text comes while he’s in the middle of a meeting with some supposed up-and-coming author who’s apparently the next big thing in YA Lit, despite the fact that he exclusively writes all-white heterosexual love-triangle romances. He’s not impressed, and he doesn’t actually need to hear the rest of the pitch to know that the girl will end up with the Misunderstood Bad Boy With a Heart of Gold, so he doesn’t feel too bad about checking his phone and answering the text.

To Will: I could, but you hate when I lie to you, sooooo

Will: Oh my god Derek these things cost like $80 and my dorm has a twin bed there’s no way they’ll all fit

To Will: You were complaining about your neck always hurting. These will help with that. And if you’d let me set you up in an apartment you could have a king-sized bed with all the tempurpedic pillows you want.

Will: Stop trying to buy me an apartment.

To Will: You don’t buy an apartment, darling, you rent it.

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Mafia Boss (G-Dragon Scenario) - Part 36

I’d like to thank every deity out there that it’s finally Thursday, because I had so much fun writing this part. I hope you’ll like it too, people! Enjoy~

WARNING! Those who don’t handle violence and strong language well, be ware. This is not, I repeat not, a series suited for young and sensitive readers.

All characters in this series, aside from the members of BIGBANG, are fictional. Any resemblance to real life people, in name or otherwise, are purely coincidental.

Summary: The promise you’d made to Ji Yong, about helping him, was one you found yourself hesitating to keep. Was it really a good idea?

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Imagine Chris taking you to Rome for a romantic getaway. (Part E)

A/N: Part 5E! We’re so close, just one epilogue and we’re done! Thank you so much for reading, I love y'all. ❤️ You can read the previous parts here: (Little Ones - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C/5D) and (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts; Baby Fever; and Memory Lane - Masterlist)

Chris rose with the sun while you remained peacefully asleep in his arms. A lazy, satisfied smile spread across his face when he looked down at your pretty face, memories of the night before entering his mind. Dinner had been lovely, but what transpired after had been lovelier; there was no doubt the two of you were going to sleep incredibly well on the plane after the late night you had. Chris carefully pulled his arm around from under you, detangling his legs from yours. He sucked in his breath when you stirred, rolling over and pulling the mess of sheets with you. He quietly breathed out then gently kissed your hair before disappearing into the bathroom to have a much needed shower.

You were aroused from your sleep when you heard the shower, you rolled over and realized Chris had gotten up. You smiled and stretched, sighing when you realized today was the day your romantic getaway with Chris ended. It was a bit of a bittersweet moment; on one hand- neither or you wanted to leave Rome, on the other- both were very excited to get back to your son. As magical as the past week had been, it was time to head back to where your real life awaited- where your son awaited with photos and stories from his first proper Halloween. Checkout was at 1:30PM and the flight to take you back to Boston, Massachusetts was at 4:30PM; it was only 6:50AM so you still had plenty of time.

You could hear Chris singing in the shower; it was hard to make out what song it was, but his voice made you smile nonetheless. You stretched once more before you got out of bed, you scooped Chris’ shirt off the floor and slipped it on so you weren’t just wandering around in your underwear. As much as that would’ve delighted your husband, you wanted breakfast and you couldn’t receive room service without some form of clothing. You grabbed the room service menu then returned to sit on the edge of the bed to peruse the breakfast menu at your leisure. It was your last breakfast in Rome for- God only knew how long so you wanted to order something memorable.

The shower stopped running while you were on the phone, you looked up as Chris came out of the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. “Good morning,” he smiled then leaned over to kiss you on the cheek. “I thought you would’ve joined me in the shower, but clearly I wore you out last night.” He teased you and you tried not to laugh as you pointed at the phone.

“That’d be great,” you nodded as you spoke to the receptionist, “thank you so much. Yes, we’re in the penthouse suite. Mm hm, room number four-two-seven.” With that, you hung up and rolled onto your stomach. “One final room service breakfast before we go home and have to cook what we want to eat.”

“Drats,” Chris clicked his fingers, smiling when you laughed. “If I’m being honest though,” he said as he pulled a pair of Calvin Klein boxers on. “I kind of miss our pancake mornings, the way Jack would clap and giggle when I flip the pancakes.” You smiled; it was pretty cute. “But hey, this time tomorrow-” he pulled a pair of Under Armor shorts on. “We’ll be doing just that.”

“Yup,” you smiled, shuffling so Chris could have his spot on the bed. “I miss our little bug.” You told him, pouting as you sat up and leaned into his open arm. “As nice as the past childless week has been, I miss being a mom.” He chuckled softly, kissing your hair. “Who would’ve thought I’d ever say that, huh?” You looked back at him, giggling. “Remember me when you first met me?”

“Yeah, but I saw past that tough exterior,” he smiled. “If you really disliked kids as much as you said you did, then I would have never made you have Jack.” You rolled your eyes because like that child lover would give up having children for you. “Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he tickled you and you squirmed, laughing. “I’ve told you a million times, you’re all I’ll ever need.”

“But you’re really glad I don’t dislike kids as much as I said I did, right?” You quizzed and laughed when he nodded. “For the record, so am I.” You smiled and pecked him on the lips. “I don’t think I can imagine a life without Jack anymore, he’s so precious and God- I love that boy.”

“Me too,” he nodded, smiling. “And I can’t wait to see and hear what he got up to on Halloween.”

Your face fell a little when you thought about having to face your son after lying to him about how you had to go because it was for his dad’s work; you may not have known going in, but you did now and you felt horrible. You could’ve been there, but instead you were off having the time of your life with Chris; talk about mother of the year.

“What’s wrong?” Chris quizzed with narrowed eyes when he saw your face.

“I don’t know, I guess I feel bad about lying about this trip being a work thing,” you admitted, pressing your lips together when you met his gaze. “The moment I see Jack’s face, I’m going to feel like a complete monster.” He sighed; he knew your guilt would surface, if he was being honest- his was too. “We’re going to need to make up for this somehow, you know that right?”

“Yeah, I know,” he nodded. “We’ve got those annual passes for Disney World, right?” You nodded, smiling when you remembered; it was your saving grace. “I’m sure we can slot something in over the holidays, I think Carly wanted to take the kids before Christmas. We can all go together as one big, happy family, I’m sure he’d love that.”

“Somehow I feel like you’re going to love it more.”

“Sounds like a win win situation to me,” he said then laughed when you did. 

• • • • • • • • 

Your flight landed at Logan International Airport in Boston at 8:41PM; a little bit behind schedule, but got you home nonetheless. The airport was a lot busier than you’d both expected, so hats and sunglasses were used to get you through without attracting a mess of fans. You were both tired and ready to get home to see your son, the last thing you wanted was to be stopped and asked to take photos.

Chris hailed a cab and helped the cab driver load the luggage into the trunk while you got into the vehicle, clutching the renaissance painter teddy bear you got Jack from a flea market in Rome. You yawned as your husband and the cab driver got back into the car; it pulled away from the curb and you were on your way home.

“Homeward bound,” Chris whispered into your hair when you leaned into his open arm. “Sleep,” he instructed, knowing how tired you were after your restless flight; you were a frequent flyer, yes, but not all your experiences were smooth. “I’ll wake you when we get home.”

The drive was a few hours and you fell asleep within the first fifteen minutes, Chris had slept on the flight so he wasn’t as tired as you were. When the cab got close, Chris texted Scott to let him know that they were in the area and that he should open the door. It was 11:39PM when Chris woke you up, informing you that you’d reached your beautiful home. You got out of the cab and smiled at the three men that had helped with your son while you were away with your husband.

“Both your boys are asleep in his room,” Scott told you, referring to Jack and Dodger. “Here,” he took your bags from you and you smiled gratefully. “Let us handle the bags,” he offered, beckoning his head at Sebastian and Anthony; they both nodded, smiling. “The two of you go see him. Just try not to wake him? It took a lot of effort to put him down, really don’t know how you two do it on a daily basis,” he chuckled.

“Got it,” Chris chuckled, slapping the guys on the back as he walked past to join your side. “Thanks, guys. We definitely owe you big time,” he said and you nodded in agreement. “If you ever have kids of your own, we are at your disposal.”

The two of you made your way upstairs to your baby boy’s room, you quietly opened the door and peeped in. His Mickey Mouse night light illuminated his room, which was empty; neither Jack nor Dodger were present. “Oh my God,” the teddy bear dropped with your hearts. “Where is Jack?” You asked Chris and he shook his head, his lips parted in shock. You were both so tired that it didn’t occur to either of you that he was somewhere else in the house, the first thought was as you said out loud, “our son is missing.”

“Scott, where is my son?!” Chris cried out, scrambling down the stairs.

“We shouldn’t have gone away,” you mumbled to yourself, feeling your eyes well with tears.

“Mama?” A child’s voice laced with sleep turned your head and you let out a huge sigh filled with absolute relief. “Why are you crying?” He quizzed when you scooped him into your arms, hugging him tightly. “What’s wrong, Mama?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you.

You heard footsteps hurrying up the stairs; Chris led the troop. They caught sight of you with Jack in your arms and all let out a sigh of relief in unison. Chris walked over, wrapping his arms around the both of you and kissing the back of Jack’s head. Dodger padded out of the room, nudging his nose against your leg and you looked down at him with a smile.

“Is that for me?” Jack caught sight of his teddy bear which was still lying on the floor. Chris pulled away and picked it up, passing it to him when you loosened your hug. “Oh wow,” he grinned, hugging it to his chest. “Thanks Mama, thanks Daddy.”

“Where were you?” You asked Jack, running a hand through his sleep disheveled hair. “Uncle Scott said you were asleep in your room, where’d you go?” You asked then answered your own question when you saw him smile. “Were you watching interviews in our room again?”

“No,” he giggled. “I knew you and Daddy were coming home tonight. I wanted to wait up, but Uncle Scott wouldn’t let me so I pretended to be asleep then hid in your room when Uncle Scott went downstairs.” He looked over at Scott, giggling when his uncle scoffed. “I wasn’t actually asleep, Uncle Scott. I was pretending so you’d go downstairs.”

“Yeah,” Scott chuckled in disbelief, “I don’t know how you two do that on a daily basis.” You and Chris chuckled at that. “He is a bigger handful than we’d expected.” Jack giggled when you tickled him. “We were discussing earlier and we wouldn’t be surprised if you told us you lied about the trip being a work thing to get some alone time. Right, guys?” He looked back at Sebastian and Anthony, who both nodded.

“Um…” Chris pressed his lips together.

“Yeah, about that…” You bit back your smile.

“Oh my God, seriously?” Sebastian chuckled.

“We’re going to make it up to all of you,” you quickly told them then turned your attention on your son, “especially you, buddy. I’m so sorry we missed your first proper Halloween, we really wanted to be here.” Jack just smiled, completely indifferent to the truth his uncles had just discovered. He had a lot of fun with the guys and couldn’t care less that you’d missed Halloween.

“I guess we’ll be expecting another Evans baby in nine months then,” Anthony teased and you blushed even though that wasn’t at all true or the reason you went away to Rome. You’d both decided to wait to have another so you were extremely careful when it came to sex and contraception, or so you thought. “Are we hoping for a girl this time, Mr. and Mrs. Evans?”

“I’m going to have a sister?” Jack gasped.

“No, you’re not,” you and Chris both shook your heads.

“You might,” Sebastian told him and his faltered smile regain momentum.

“As careful as you might’ve been,” Scott smirked, “you would’ve slipped up somewhere.”

“Okay, no,” Chris chuckled. “Stop it, guys. We’re not having another baby, not for awhile anyway.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “our hands are already tied up with Jack, we don’t need another just yet.”

Scott, Sebastian, and Anthony shared cheeky grins then turned back to the two of you and said in unison. “Guess we’ll know in a couple months, won’t we?”

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Yes, finally! The next part is the epilogue. X

Indecent Proposal - Chapter 2

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Thank you for such wonderful comments on the Chapter 1, I’m really flattered you liked my writing. 

Hope you’ll love this chapter as much as you did the previous one,

Much love.

Reader’s POV

“Knock, knock” I said and peeked inside Jamie’s hospital room, with a big smile on my face. He always got happier when I came by.

“Mely!” he squealed from happiness “You’re here.” he said with the biggest smile and his bright green eyes sparkled from joy immediately ”I already thought you might not come today”.

“Whaaat?” I said in a goofy way making a funny face ”How could I not visit my favorite man in the whole wide world.” I said and snuggled against him on the bed.

Jamie is my best friend. We’ve known each other almost our entire lives, but we’ve gotten really close after my parents died. Since I was a teenager when the accident happened, Jamie was there every step of the way, helped me to go through the horrible period and he became as close to me as an older brother. Unfortunately, Jamie was diagnosed with a kidney failure six months ago, so he started going to dialysis. When we finally though he could live like that for a couple of years, before we could get money for the transplantation, his other kidney started to fail as well, making his condition much worse. Money is the biggest issue, since just the transplantation costs over $200 000. Still, he’s an incredible optimist.  Jamie is always so positive, and convinced a miracle will happen and save him. He’s a true believer.

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#4 Auston Matthews

Hey! idk if you are taking requests but can you do one with Auston where his gf is studying abroad for 4 months and how he’s gonna miss her :) thank you

:(((( do ever just like :((((((( This MADE ME SO SAD so theres def gonna be a part 2 bc my heart.


Song suggestion of the day: Elevator by Holy Holy (YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO THIS SONG ITS SO GREAT I LOVE IT. Legit Holy Holy is the whole reason I wanted to learn electric guitar tbh)

ok but two today bc this one is more to the mood of the drabble.

Quick-tempered conquerer by Caleb Groh

Originally posted by werenskiz

Your boyfriend’s large hand was a warm and welcome contrast to the chill in the thin Toronto air. It was one of his rare off days and you’d deliberately chosen the dates for your flight so that you could spend the day with him before you left. Auston had been painfully quiet for the last half an hour, but, if you were being honest, so had you. You really weren’t looking forward to how much you were going to miss him these next few months, at the same time though, you were unbelievably excited about studying overseas. Beside you, Auston checked his watch and sighed gently. “We should start heading home, you should get some sleep before tomorrow.” You nodded moving to wrap your arms around his torso as you walked, his arm ‘round your shoulders. You hadn’t done much today, just gone out for coffee and enjoyed each other’s company while you still could. To be honest, you weren’t sure who was taking this harder, you or him. “I’ll drive.” he offered as you neared the car but you simply shook your head.

“It’s okay. I can do it.” you assured him as you slid into the drivers side. He glanced across at you as he buckled himself into the seat beside you. “What’s wrong?” you questioned.

He shrugged. “A lot of things, I guess. But I just want to be happy for you.” You smiled, a little sadly, moving to rest your hand on his knee as you drove.

“It’s only four months, Auston. I’ll be back before you know it.” you were assuring yourself as much as you were him. His fingers tangled with your own, causing a small smile to light up your features. 

“There we go.” he said. “there’s that smile.”

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The One With All The Yahoo’s

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: You and Stiles end up in a reckless ‘friends with benefits’ relationship after one drunken night - what’s worse is trying to keep it a secret from Scott when the two of you have no self control around each other

A/N: i’m so keen to write some cute christmas fluff imagines - hope you guys have been liking the recent ones! they’re about to get a lot more festive!!!

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As far as best friends went, you and Stiles were the textbook definition. You had grown up together, gone to school together, joined the lacrosse team together – you had done everything together – yes, that includes taking baths together as children.

But getting drunk for Stiles’ birthday and deciding to stay at a motel in the middle of nowhere had made things a little complicated.

You had never thought of Stiles in any other way than a friend but something about that night had made you see each other completely differently. As you can guess, it ended up with you both horizontal and naked on top of each other.

And while you had both agreed it was stupid and just a fun anecdote for a party you’ll have in 50 or so years, there was weird tension between the two of you now.

“So, Friday night?” Scott asks. When you don’t reply, he rests a hand on your knee, shaking it slightly, “Y/N?”

“Hmm? Yeah, Friday sounds good,” you mumble, distracted by the sight of Lydia talking to Stiles. Stiles turns to you and smiles, waving you over.

“Looks like Stiles wants you,” Scott says.

“What?!” you blurt out with wide eyes.

“He’s calling you over?” Scott points a finger at Stiles and narrows his eyes at you, “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah,” you shrug. Reminded of the fact that Scott could pick up scents and hear your heartbeat, you stop in your tracks, hunching over slightly, “Actually, I don’t feel so good,” you say, hoping it would account for anything he picked up on.

Scott places a soothing hand on your back, “Maybe we should get you home,” he says, his brows furrowed together in concern.

“I can take her.”

You straighten up to find Stiles looking at you with the same concerned expression, “I was headed home anyway. I was just calling you over to see if you wanted a lift.”

“Actually, I feel much better.” You clear your throat and move hair out of your face, “Must have just stood up too fast,” you shrug, “But drive safe – I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Well, if you’re not leaving then I’m in no rush,” Stiles ruffles your hair with his long, slender fingers, “I actually need to talk to you about something.”

“Can it wait? Scott’s party has unlimited booze and I plan on taking advantage of it,” you wink at him. Stiles rolls his eyes, pulling you alongside him, “It’ll only take a minute.”

You follow him into Scott’s bedroom and he latches the door, dropping onto his back on Scott’s bed and cuffing his hands behind his neck, “Scott’s bed is so comfortable. Did you know that?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, flicking through a book on Scott’s desk, “Sure.”

“How would you know that?” he asks, shooting up and sitting upright, “Have you been on it?”

“Yes? Like a million times, Stiles – every time we’ve slept over here Scott gives up the bed like a perfect gentleman. I tell you, Melissa did a stellar job in raising him.”

“Oh,” he nods, lying back down, “So you haven’t been up here, like, alone?”

“Uhh, sure I have. There was that time I passed out and the two of you left me here with a giant penis drawn on my face.”

Stiles smiles to himself, “That was funny!” he chuckles, “But I mean – the two of you… you haven’t…” he props himself up on his elbows and stares at you with raised eyebrows.

“What?! Ew! No!”

“What do you mean ‘ew, no’?”

“He’s one of my best friends!” you cringe, “He’s like my brother – he’s Scott! Oh my god – the mental image,” you shiver.

“Well, we were friends and we…” he gives you a knowing look.

“Yes but we were drunk. And I thought we agreed we weren’t going to talk about that?” you cock an eyebrow up, “Plus, why are you asking about me and Scott anyway?”

“Just seemed like you two were getting a little cosy, his hand on your knee and all.” He tries to sound nonchalant but it sounds more accusing than anything.

“And what about you and Lydia? Her touching your elbow and giggling every two seconds and you totally sucking it all up?” you reply with a pointed look.

“It wasn’t like that,” he says, standing up, “I don’t even think of Lydia like that anymore,” he swallows hard, “These days my focus has been elsewhere.”

His close proximity sends goose bumps across your skin and you laugh nervously, leaning against Scott’s desk, “Really? Found yourself someone new?”

“She’s not exactly new,” Stiles says softly, walking over to you. He stops and reaches for your hand, taking it in his.


“That night was really something.” There was a small smile playing on his lips as he ran a finger across your knuckles, “I can’t stop thinking about it.”


His name comes out as more of a moan than you had intended and you straighten up, shaking your head, “It’ll make things weird.”

“Well, they aren’t weird now, were they?”

They were. You knew it just form the conversation you’d just had. You had never been worried about Stiles and Lydia hooking up but all of a sudden you were reading into the tiny gestures between them. And you knew Stiles was poking around about Scott for a reason.

It was weird but you stay quiet.

“I guess not,” you shrug, “But we were drunk last time.”

He nods thoughtfully, “Well, you know, the bar is fully stocked downstairs.”

How much could one more time hurt?

You were just glad that Stiles was first to bring it up. Admitting to him that he got you all hot and bothered would’ve been embarrassing.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he smirks, heading for the door.

“Wait, Stiles,” you mumble.

You see his shoulder slump slightly, “Hey it’s totally cool. You don’t want to; its fine. No pressure, we can just-“

You cut him off by kissing him, his shirt clenched in your fist as you tug his towards the bed, “Getting drunk would take too much time,” you mumble against his lips.

“Good morning y/n!” Stiles greets you and Scott in the carpark, handing you a latte, “Two sugars.”

“Where’s mine?” Scott frowns.

“Did you sleep alright?” he asks, ignoring Scott.

You nod, wrapping both hands around the cup and enjoying the warmth, “Mmm,” you hum, “I had this crazy dream though where we-“

You pause, watching Scott’s disgruntled expression, “Where we three go fishing – the end,” you lie hurriedly – it had a lot more nudity and no Scott.

“I’m sorry Scott, we’re totally ignoring you here,” you apologize. Once acknowledged his expression lightens a little, “I actually have the craziest story.”


“So you remember how I had that party last week?”

You and Stiles both nod, trying your hardest not to look at each other.

“I do recall it,” you say, “I don’t remember anything crazy happening.”

“Well, you know I have werewolf senses. I can pick up on scents and stuff,” Scott begins, “Well, I go up to my room and I’m pretty sure someone had sex in my bed!”


You feel coffee dribble down your chin and you wipe it with your sleeve, stopping in your tracks, “You can smell sex?!”

“Shhh,” Scott hisses, looking around, “Pretty much. Werewolves can pick up on anything,” he shrugs, “Anyway, the crazy part is that I think it was Liam and Hayden! My own Beta’s,” he frowns, “I mean seriously, how sick is that? Why would they do that in my bed? Could they not wait to get home?”

Scott grumbles all the way to class.

“I need something from my locker,” you say as Scott sits down, “I’ll be back. Stiles, come with?”

“Sure,” Stiles nods, following you out.

“He can smell sex?!” you hiss. Stiles shrugs his shoulders, “I didn’t know!”

“Well, we can’t let that happen again, okay?!”

He shrugs, chuckling and you nudge him, causing him to hold his side and wince.

“I’m serious,” you say warningly, “This is stupid. We’re risking our friendship – Scott’s friendship!”

“Oh please, Scott isn’t going to stop being friends with us because we had sex on his bed!” Stiles rolls his eyes.

“You almost stopped being friends with me because I drooled on your pillow once!”

“Hey, you have a gaping void for a mouth!”

“Bet you don’t hate that so much now, do you?” you laugh, poking a finger into his chest.

“Dirty humour,” he nods, impressed, “I like this side of you.”

“Well, this is the last time you see it!” you say firmly, “You’re going to have to get your yahoo’s somewhere else!”

“But I like getting my yahoo’s from you,” he says, nuzzling his face in your neck, “Your hair smells like strawberries and you’re amazing in bed.”

“If that’s all you’re looking for I could find you a girl by lunch,” you laugh. Stiles groans, pulling away from you, “Fine. If this is what you really want.”

“It is – we have this under control,” you nod, reassuring yourself more than him.

“Yeah, we can stop having sex whenever we want,” Stiles says, clearing his throat, “I’ll see you in class.”

“Your car,” you mumble.


“Your car and then we stop,” you say, linking your arm through his and dragging him to the carpark.

“I have to tell you something,” Stiles mumbles, running his fingers through your hair.


The seats in his jeep were oddly uncomfortable and you lean back, inhaling deeply.

“That first night we slept together… I wasn’t that drunk. I knew you’d only had fours drink and that you’re not lightweight so when we kissed I didn’t say anything but it keeps bugging me now because if you really were drunk and I wasn’t drunk then I took advantage of you and all this-“

“I wasn’t that drunk,” you admit, placing a hand over his, “And Stiles, I don’t think you’re capable of taking advantage of anyone.”

“So, if we were both not that drunk, why did we…”

You both knew why. That night when you had messed around and ended up kissing, it was as though something had fallen into place. Being together was so easy unlike most of yours and his previous complicated relationships.

There was a magnetic pull which was easier to blame on being drunk than to admit to each other – you both had feelings for each other. You wanted to be together.

You sit in silence, hoping he’ll admit it first, but he admitted wanting to be with you again – that meant it was your turn.

“I guess there’s something here,” you say quietly, playing with his fingers, “I just feel it – I don’t know how to explain it.”

His chest rises and falls a little quicker, “I know what you mean,” he says softly, “Does that mean we can do more than this?”

“I don’t do anal.”

“Shut up!” he scoffs, laughing, “I mean, can we be more than this? You know, can you and I be, like, boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“You want us to date?”

“Yeah.” You could hear his voice shaking slightly.

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” you hum, resting your head on his shoulder. You tug his jacket further around your shoulders, “Maybe we should get dressed and get back,” you suggest.

Stiles shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Let’s skip. Let me take you out on a date. Our first date,” he sighs wistfully.

“Soon,” you mumble against his lips, “First let’s get back to class. If we take any longer, Scott’s going to come looking for us and-“


Scott’s voice sent the two of you jumping apart, causing Stiles to hit his head against the roof of his jeep.

“SO IT WAS YOU TWO! YOU TWO HAD SEX IN MY BED!” Scott yells, a hand over his eyes.

“Shut up!” you hiss, “And yes but it was just the one time!”

“And this? You two – is this just a one time thing? Well, no, it can’t be because you had sex in my bed and here you are having sex now! What are you two… animals? How long has thing been going on?”

“About two weeks,” you admit, “But we’ve only had sex three times.”

Scott frowns with such disgust you inch away from the window, afraid he would throw up.

“I swear, we weren’t trying to keep it from you,” Stiles adds. He adjusts his shirt before opening the car door and climbing out before helping you out.

“Yeah, we only just sorted things out ourselves. We-“

“Stop saying ‘we’,” Scott grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose, “So, now, you two are a couple? My two best friends are having sex and dating and being a couple?”

“Yes,” you both reply in unison. Stiles wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to his side, “You’re happy for us, right?” Stiles asks unsurely.

Scott tilts his head and nods, “But let me be clear – if you two break up and the whole pack has to pick sides, I’m picking y/n’s!”

“WHA- WHY?!” Stiles exclaims, offended.

“Well, she’s obviously good in bed and if you two break up then… ya know,“ Scott smirks.

Stiles narrows his eyes, “You’re a dead man.”

No Sick Days

Pairing: Fred X Reader

Prompt: You’ve never missed a single day of classes, but a fever may stop you from keeping that perfect record. You have doubts on whether to continue to attend class and risk coughing into your cauldron or to take a day off.

A/N: Inspired by me, with a headache, taking my precal midterm. Hope you guys can enjoy this. Please take care of yourselves when you’re sick. And if you are sick, I hope this makes you feel better.

Originally posted by daniel-wellington

You woke up with a great sense of dread and a severely dry throat. You tried to groan out loud, but all that came out was a hoarse croak. You immediately frowned, hand snapping up to feel the temperature of your forehead. It was noticeably warmer, although you didn’t feel any pain yet. 

As soon as you stand up to get water, you regret even opening your eyes. You cough as pain slowly begins to enter your head. Out of all the times to get sick, it had to be right when your exams were coming up. You were in for one hell of a school day for sure.

You plonk yourself down on the bench in the middle of the Great Hall. Appetite already diminished, you pour yourself cup after cup of hot tea. If you were going to be sick, you might as well work on getting as better as possible as fast as possible.

“Slow down there, Y/N. We’re not stuck in the middle of a desert and I don’t think the tea is going anywhere,” Fred jokes. His laughter dies as he sees you frowning.

“You know I love your jokes, Fred but I have a killer headache right now and I just need some quiet,” you inform him. You fold your arms on the table and rest your head.

“Did you get sick?” Fred frowns. “You do seem a lot paler today now that I think about it…” He grimaces at your groggy state. It wasn’t that you were normally a morning bird, but normally you’d be fully awake and ready to joke around halfway through breakfast.

“I guess I stayed up a bit too late these days to prepare for mid-year exams,” you hypothesize. 

“You got sick because of school?” Fred gasped. “I really think you should go back to bed, darling. I mean no offence but vampire white is not the best color on you,” Fred urged. He went ahead to pour you another cup of tea. 

“I can’t. Don’t worry about it Fred. I can make it through today and I’ll be all better by tomorrow. I’m sure of it,” you reassure him.

“If you say so, but take it easy. One failing mark won’t kill you. Not that you’ll fail anyway,” Fred warns. “I’ll at least walk you to class. Just in case.”

“Are you serious, Y/N?” Fred snaps as soon as you sit down for breakfast the next day.

In your defense, you looked slightly better. Some color had returned to your cheeks and your head only throbbed slightly now. In your eyes, that was ‘better’ enough to take the Charms test. 

“What? I told you I’d be better and I am. I’m not even coughing anymore.” Immediately after you said that, a cough escaped. “Okay well not coughing a lot.” 

“You’re insane, Y/N. Why can’t you just take a break?” Fred asks.

“Does mid-year exams ring a bell, Fred?” You retort. “These exams make up a lot of our grade and I can’t fail. You know that!”

Fred bites the inside of his cheek. “You’re making too big a deal of these dumb tests,” he tells you.

“Excuse me? Sorry for worrying about my future,” you shoot back at him with a glare. You shock yourself by being so snappy. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Fred takes a deep breath. “It’s alright. You’re sick and you’re stressed. I’m just a bit concerned, and can you blame me? I don’t think you should suffer all because of a few tests.”

“But they’re not just a few small tests. I care a lot and I don’t want all my studying to go to waste. There’s only one test today. I promise I will go to bed after that. Sound alright to you?” You bargain.

Fred runs a hand through his hair in frustration. You don’t like having to argue so early in the morning, but you weren’t just going to go back to sleep. You woke up today to do one thing and you were going to get it done.

“Fine.” He states. “But get rest today. No more late night studying for exams. At least not until you’re a hundred and twenty percent better.”

“Yes sir, Fred sir.” You use one arm to give him a small salute. 

“Don’t worry about dinner either. I’ll bring up food for the both of us and we can eat together. Sound good?” Fred suggests.

“Better than anything I’ve heard all week,” you confirm.

You carried on throughout your day, but exams and illness didn’t mix well and you ended up with a bigger headache every class you entered. Fred made sure to check up on you before you exited every class. You were fairly certain he sneaked out each time.

“I’m just walking you to class!” He defended himself.

“By cutting your own,” you pointed out.

“I never said that,” Fred pouted.

“Did you really have to?” You laughed despite your hoarse voice. 

At the end of the day, you were grateful for his presence. He managed to keep you awake and balanced. You wanted to leap into his arms and make him carry you to your room, but you obviously weren’t going to ask him. Besides, it would seem to weird to all the other students anyway.

“Wished you stayed in bed, huh?” Fred chuckled as you leaned closer to him.

“Shut up. I think I at least got an Excellent,” you tell him.

“You look awful,” he states bluntly.

“Hey, that’s no way to talk to your partner!” You frown.

“You know what I mean, Y/N. You’re staying in bed tomorrow and that’s final.” Fred gave you a stern look.

“Thanks for the advice, mom,” you tease.

He sighed and shook his head, but didn’t say any more. You were infinitely relieved when you finally got to bed. You wanted to at least finish your homework, but Fred insisted you rest first.

“I’ll wake you up in an hour and then you can start working,” he promised.

You felt more at ease and closed your eyes.

When you woke up the following day, you felt a whole lot better. You only vaguely remembered what happened last night after going to bed.

You remembered Fred staying by your side constantly. You could have sword he woke you up for dinner. You remember the soup you had, and how it made your throat feel a million times better. Now that you thought about it, you remembered quite a few meals. 

You smiled softly at his sleeping figure in the chair beside you. But your curiosity as to what happened and how much work you had left to do made you go into a panic mode.

“Fred! Fred!” You shook him awake.

“Ah! Wha-? Y/N?” Fred bolted upright and rubbed his eyes. “How’re you feeling love?” He asked with a sincere smile.

“Better,” you reply honestly. “But you promised to wake me up to do work! Gah, what day is it?” 

“Sunday.” He replied casually. “Relax, Y/N you didn’t miss any full days of class.” 

“I slept from Friday night to Sunday morning? I missed all of Saturday?” You screeched.

“Well technically it isn’t morning anymore. S’about two in the afternoon.” Fred was way too relaxed compared to you. You felt your stress already overwhelming you.

He noticed this quickly enough and eased you back down into bed. “Rest easy now, love. We don’t want you getting sick again. Don’t worry about school and stuff.” He tucked you in gently and kissed your forehead.

“Fred we went over this-”

“I did all of it for you alright?” He admitted. You stared at him blankly for a moment. Seeing the confusion on your face only made him chuckle. “I thought you’d be worried so I borrowed some notes from some people and finished your homework. Now you can rest all day.”

“R-really?” You were astonished. You knew Fred cared about you, but you clearly remembered needing to do at least rolls upon rolls of work. “But-”

“I mimicked your handwriting, I double checked all the answers, and I convinced the teachers to postpone your Transfiguration test until Tuesday. I got you covered,” Fred smirked proudly.

“I-I..Thank you..” You looked at Fred with such genuine eyes that he felt his smirk falter.

“I was just worried, that’s all…” Fred rubbed circles on the back of your hand. “I mean you always take care of me when I’m in trouble.”

“Well, now what do we do?” You ask. Sitting in your bed idle all day sounded nice, but it was a bit awkward feeling like a hospital patient.

“We could go back to sleep?” Fred suggested.

“We?” You giggled. “You’re not afraid of getting sick?”

“I’ve been hanging around you for three days straight, love. I think I’m immune by now.” Fred crawled into bed with you and kissed your forehead again. “Now rest easy.”

After you - Punishment (Part 2)

Guys, I’m finally and officially back now! I’m really sorry for being away and not taking in requests for such a long time. 
However, you guys wanted me to do the continue of my EXO Mafia scenario-reaction kind of thing, so here it is! 

I hope you’ll enjoy it. :) 
Warning: strong sexual content, definitely M rated.

He dragged you out of the building then into the car. He was rough and nothing like a gentleman and eventhough you did mind it, you couldn’t help it. You knew you did it wrong, you knew you shouldn’t have had to run away. All you should have done was to sit down with him and talk about it. True, it would have been useless, but would have worth one try, wouldn’t it?
You knew exactly how these things work in a Mafia. You knew it well, since you were born into one. Your father was the head of the Japanese Mafia or Yakuza, it’s called in Japan.
“But Father, please understand me. He’s not the one I want, he’s not the one I’m in love with. You can’t do this to me, please.” You cried for your freedom that day and eventhough your father said you’d discuss it later, you were in a big black car now sitting beside the one who’s going to be your husband.
As you sat in the car, you closed the door, then rested your head near the window. You were thinking. You were thinking of him, about all of this. “Maybe… what if he’s not that bad? I mean,  Mafia leaders have heart too, right?”
And then the argument came into your mind you had a few hours ago with your father. You probably fell asleep, because the only thing you remember after waking up in an unfamiliar room is that a couple of hours ago you were in Japan and now you’re probably a bit far from Fukuoka.


“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!” he’s sitting on the couch which is opposite the large bed you’re in. You’re still dizzy and the only thing you see is him standing up and taking his steps toward you. “I’m sorry about the handcuffs baby girl. I wanted to make sure you won’t run away again.” You hear the bed cracking a little bit as he crawls on top of you. He’s smirking while looking into your eyes and lifting your chin up a bit, so he could have the perfect view of your neck. He licks his lip whilst leaning in, and places a quick kiss on your lips. Then he goes down, he kisses you under your chin, on your jawline, until he’s finally at the very spot of your neck. “Now, you’ll be punished a little bit, but there’s a tiny rule you gotta keep. You can’t come until I say so, you understand?” he whispers into your ears before biting your earlobe.


You feel his arms protectively hugging you from behind while he’s whispering into your ear. “Oh look who’s just woken up.” he turns you around so now you’re under him while he’s on top of you. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head while entwines his fingers with yours. “Did you sleep well? I hope you did because you’ll not get any rest today” he’s leaning in until his lips are inches away from yours. “Today you’re gonna do what I want you to. And now I want you to kiss me” You move your head a little bit and once you can reach his lips, you kiss him. You’re biting and licking his lower lip, wanting more of him, but he pulls away and starts circling his thumb on your clit. “I’m gonna make you feel good today. So good that you’ll have the urge to scream my name. And you’ll beg for me to give you more.”


Some unfamiliar fingers found their way to your cheek and as you open your eyes, you see Junmyeon lying beside you, watching you sleeping and caressing your cheeck. “I’m sorry Pricess, did I wake you up?” he says while leaning in to peck your lips. When he pulls away, he pulls you with him causing you to sit on top of him. He cups your face with his palms as he sits up facing you. He lifts your head up and places kisses down on your neck through your collarbones to the place between your boobs. He looks up at you and says “I need you to be quiet now. My family is over and I don’t want to let them know how beautiful you sound. Will you obey to Daddy?”


You open your eyes to face a really horny Baekhyun. He’s already on top of you licking his lips and leaning in to place a hot kiss on your lips. He immediatelly deepens the kiss and once you let him dominate, he bites your lower lip. He’s playing with your nipples with his right hand and down there with his left hand while kissing you like there’s no tomorrow. Your heart beats faster than it should and soon you realize that you’re moaning silently the word, more. “Oh no baby, that’s not enough. I’m not giving you more until you apologize and beg for it.”


“Come on girl, get out of the bed, we have things to do.” he says while throwing a pillow at you. You roll on your back to see what the heck he’s doing and you see him half naked, only in his boxers standing in front of the bed. Your eyes widen and all of a sudden you’re fully awake. “Good girl. Now let’s get to the thing, shall we?” He smirks as he’s crawling on top of you and pinning your hands above your head forcfully. He leans down to kiss you and damn his kisses are rough. Then he pulls away and places two fingers in your mouth and you immediatelly start sucking on them. “We have two rules today. First, you can’t touch me. And second, you’re exposed to me like 100%. I do what I want to do and you can’t argue unless you don’t feel good. Got it?”


“Morning baby girl!” he woke you up with a kiss on the forehead and you looked at him with a questioning look. “Oh, the ropes? Don’t care about them. Just in case you’d want to run away.” He forcefully but gently grabbed your neck and lifted you head up to look at him in the eyes. “I know I said I’d fuck you next time where I find you but I just realized you look 100 times sexier like this than against the wall. Now, baby we have this and this and this too. Which one do you want to try first? Oh, you know what? You’ll be blindfolded and I’m gonna try these sexy things on you by chance. You’ll have to guess what I use to drive you crazy over and over again.” he said, then he attacked your lips and pulled you into a passionate, heated kiss while blindfolding you.


You felt weird. Waking up has never been your favorite thing to do, but today was a bit different. As you opened your eyes, reality hit you and you felt your legs being spread out and something wet teased you on your clit. You exactly knew what was going on and eventhough you wanted to pull away, you couldn’t. Your climax hit you unexpectedly fast and after that you were welcomed by Minseok’s lustful look while he was licking his lips. “Thanks for the breakfast but it turns out it’s not enough.” And with that he puts two fingers inside you while leaning in to kiss you and let you taste yourself.


You were woken up by millions of kisses placed on your neck from behind. “There you go, you’re finally awake.” You could feel his smile on your skin and in a few seconds later you found yourself lying underneath him. He leant in and whispered into your ears “I want to get you out of that unnecessary pyjama. Will you let me? We’re gonna make sweet-rough love baby girl.”


You opened your eyes and rubbed them, still sleepy and dizzy from yesterday’s chaos. You got out of the bed, now searching for you clothes, as you’re in your underwear and a loose grey shirt. Suddenly someone comes up and grabs you from behind. One of his hands are pullig you backwards by your waist, while the other is squeezing your butt. “Stop searching for your clothes. You won’t need them today, besides you have too much clothes on anyways. How about we get rid of them?” And with that he threw you on the bed after taking your shirt off.

So that’s it. It’s kinda long, isn’t it? I hope you enjoyed and once again, I’m sorry for keeping you wait^^

You can make requests here and you can find all my scenarios and gif reactions here. Enjoy them! :)

“When I was a kid, before my mom died…” Dean confesses in a quiet murmur. “There were two things I was drawn to in particular. One of them was angels. The other was stars.”

The night is quiet and presses into them, but does so in no way that is suffocating. The metal of the Impala is cool under their hands where they sit on the flat hood, both looking toward the sky. Castiel directs his gaze to Dean.

“Angels and stars?” he asks, imploring.

Dean nods and shrugs with an air of causality, though he can’t quite meet Castiel’s eye. He doesn’t elaborate.

Castiel smiles a soft smile and adds the information to his already collected pile of things he keeps about Dean in the most intimate part of his mind.

Dean Winchester: the boy saved by an angel and sown together with stardust.

It’s all very fitting.

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Unintentional: Part Two - Intentional


Word Count: 4210 (whoops. this is much longer than i originally planned.)

Warnings: None.

Summary: Simon can’t take back what he said. And Baz can’t get it out of his head.

A/N: well, hello. yes, this story is still alive. i’m sorry for the delay in uploading this. but now it’s done. it’s here. and i really hope you guys like it!! (also, this is the final part. there will be no more continuation to this story.)

@ollyhooper :D



I watch Baz go.

He just… walks away from us, like he doesn’t have a care in the world, like nothing even happened here two minutes ago. And this would be almost normal for me, watching his retreating back the way I’ve done hundreds of times after we’ve had a spat. It would be almost normal, if I didn’t currently feel like someone has reached their hand into my stomach and is violently twisting all my organs around one another.

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Fisherman’s Knot Chapter 16


[Title Songs]

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5][Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14] [Chapter 15]

Content warning for abuse. 

Many thanks to @thesnadger for betaing–always, but especially for chapters like this where I throw them at her shouting “I’m too angry at my own villain to tell if this is good! Help me!” She is the best. 

Also thanks to @marypsue for helping me work out Serinam’s motivations and the plot snarl I was stuck in so I could stop worrying and actually write this thing.

We Sang Them Up The Beach

“You’re going to a party?”

“Well, not really a party, it’s—”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

Mabel glared out from the laptop screen, hands on her hips.

“We just decided last night, pumpkin,” said Stan, his tone somewhere between soothing and defensive.

“Yeah, but do you know how much I could have done since last night? Grunkle Ford needs a makeover, and Nuala needs an advanced course in Humaning, and where were you planning to get an outfit for her, hmm?”

Stan looked across the table at Ford and gave him a one-shouldered shrug. “At . . . a store?”

Mabel rolled her eyes. “You two are hopeless at fashion. No offense, but I think it’s time to bring out the big guns.”

She pulled out her phone, dialed, and stood there tapping her foot while it rang.

“Yes, hello. Pacifica? We’ve got an emergency!”

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Betrayed- A Sehun Angst

HONEY, BABE I need angst (and I only trust you to write it cause *winks* you’re my favorite writer) can you pretty please write something where Sehun is your boyfriend and you catch him in bed with you your friend, make me cry! LOVE YOU

Part 2

You smiled, as you got off from work early, and stared at your phone, observing the background picture of you and Sehun smiling, with ice creams in your hands, on one of your last dates. You debated whether you should call him or not, but decided not to, since you wanted to surprise him.

You missed Sehun, he had been so busy at work, with the new comeback, and the recording, and the choreographies, you had barely had time to spend together lately. He came back home late, completely exhausted, if he ever came back at all, and you never had the heart to ask him to do things with you, knowing he deserved the little rest he could get.

But now that he had a free day, and you could go home early, you wanted to spend some quality time together as a couple, and quite possibly get intimate. Your body tingled with just the thought of his precious skin on yours.

Just as you were making your way to the store to buy some ingredients to prepare Sehun’s favorite meal, and some of his favorite snacks, your phone vibrated in your pocket. You pulled it out, and saw a text from D.O. you smiled, opening the tab, and laughing as you saw the derpy selfie he had sent you, with the caption “I finally have a free day, and I don’t know what to do with it.”

You quickly stretched your arms forward, and snapped an equally embarrassing picture of yourself, adding the caption of “You could rest. Or learn to cook something nice for me.” And sent it.

D.O was your best friend in the group. You met through Sehun, once he decided you were serious enough to be introduced to friends, and you instantly hit it off. You both had similar personalities, and you loved how whenever you were around D.O would do his best to prepare nice meals for you. You really did appreciate him, especially since he was always there to listen to you when you were down, and to comfort you and pick you up when you were breaking.

You paid everything at the till, and shoved the groceries in your car. You started the engine, and drove to your shared apartment with Sehun. You were beginning to grow excited. You might have sped a little, but always within safe limits, and as you approached your apartment complex, you felt yourself practically bouncing on your seat.

You started running through all of the possible options in your head, you could cuddle and watch movies, you could eat together, you could make love again, you could just joke around, you could talk, oh God how you missed talking to Sehun, although he had always been one to listen more than talk.

You parked, and went up to your floor with the elevator, your hands playing nervously with each other. You reached your door, and pulled your keys out, opening the door quietly, just in case Sehun had decided to take a nap.

The house was awfully quiet, and for some reason, you had begun to feel uneasy. There was something definitely off here.

You walked through your apartment, and just as you opened the door to your room, you felt your heart rip out of your chest, roll down your body, and smash into a million pieces at your feet.

There he was, the love of your life, the man you had given 3 long years of your life to, the man you had fought for, dealt with insults, hate, and crazy fans for, just for his love, completely naked, with his body hovering over none over than your best friend. Your BEST friend. You almost laughed at the word.

You had done everything for her, you had lent her money when she was running low on cash, and never even asked for it back, you had driven to clubs at 5 am on a work day, to rescue her from her drunken state, you had saved her ass multiple times, and helped her get over her ex. And now she was fucking your boyfriend.

You felt bitter, salty, painful tears roll down your cheeks, as you stared at them in horror, and the worst part was, you felt as though you were interrupting something you shouldn’t have.

“Y/N! I thought you were at work…” Sehun exclaimed, as he rolled off your friend, and covered himself with the sheets. You shook your head, but your eyes were still fixated on your friend. You couldn’t believe she had betrayed me like that.

“I got allowed to go home early. I thought… I thought… I thought we could spend the day together. I bought… I bought stuff to make your favorite meal. I wanted us to watch movies and cuddle… But I guess you have better things to do, so I’ll just go.” You managed to stutter out, and although you fought your hardest to keep a straight face, the tears dripping from your chin gave away all the pain you felt inside.

For a second, you thought you saw guilt and regret cross Sehun’s face, but it could just be your heart misleading you again. Clearly it didn’t know to recognize when someone had already stopped caring about you.

“No, don’t go.” Sehun called out, as he stood up, sliding his underwear up his legs. You saw your best friend throw a tshirt on. You snorted.

“No, it’s okay. Really, I don’t want to interrupt. I’ll leave the ingredients on the kitchen counter, you can fix yourselves something to eat when you are done.” You told him, as you began walking away towards the front door. Sehun stopped you.

“Aren’t you going to shout at me? Get mad? Scream? Break up with me? Or ask me to redeem myself somehow?” Sehun asked, his eyes burning with guilt, as his hand wrapped tightly around your wrist. You smiled at him, a sad smile that broke his heart into pieces, as you pulled his hand away from you gently.

“Sehun… What would be the point? You already broke me beyond repair. There is nothing left for me to say. I wasn’t good enough. Perhaps it’s my fault. Perhaps you are just a cheater. But in the end, the deed is done, and you betrayed me. There is no redeeming, there is no chance to make this better, but I forgive you. You should have told me you didn’t love me. I would have moved out of your way before you could break me like this. It would have saved me the humiliation… I wish you well Sehun. I hope you are happy.” You told him sincerely, with a broken smile, as you begin to open the door.

“Wait! Where are you going?” he asked you, trying to close the door in front of you again. You scoffed, he was acting stupidly for someone who had just betrayed you in the worst way possible with your best friend. He had no right.

“Well, that shouldn’t matter to you, since we are no longer together. But I’m moving out. I’ll have someone pick up my stuff tomorrow.” You told him, your eyes turning to a cold stare, as you glare at his hand on the door.

“Who are you staying with?” Sehun asked again, this time his tone becoming harsher.

“Don’t pretend to care now when you had no trouble getting her into our bed Sehun… I’m sorry but I don’t want to see you ever again. Just let me go, and be happy with your choice. I hope you have a happy life. Goodbye Sehun.” You told him, with a deep sigh, before opening the door and walking out, not looking behind.

You held your composure, until you reached your car, and you started hitting the steering wheel viciously, screaming as tears blurred your sight. You grabbed your phone and dialed the number of the only person you wanted to see right now.

“D.O? I need you… Please I need you…” You cried into your phone. You heard him take in a sharp pain, and mumble to Kai beside him, telling him to leave.

“Okay, come over, I’ll make a hot chocolate. Just walk straight in, the door will be unlocked.” You heard D.O tell you, as he stood up from the couch, and walked towards the kitchen. You agreed, and began driving, to the only person who could prevent you from doing something stupid right now.

“Take My Jacket, It’s Cold Outside” - Jay Park

Originally posted by jaywalkerzz

“You should take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

Jay turned around to see you looking at him with a toothy grin, proud at the cheeky comment. When he turned his back at you though with a small forced smile and without a witty remark back, you knew immediately something was wrong.

After finishing your nightly routine, you went out to check on Jay who had promised to be by your side in a couple of minutes only to find him in the balcony chair, an empty glass on the table. Jay wasn’t really the type to drink outside of social gathering where alcohol consumption was mandatory. He preferred protein shakes and healthier options, taking care of his body and staying in shape. You’ve had your fingers crossed on the glass containing water but based on his demeanor that didn’t seem to be the case.  

“Alright then,” you walked over towards his sitting figure, closing the distance between the two of you as you wrapped him in a back hug, arms draping around his neck as your body served as a warm blanket. Jay tensed under you touch, your scent – always tainted by the strong smell of antiseptic, enveloping him in familiar safety coaxed him to relax and melt into the hug, leaning backwards, fingers automatically interlacing with yours. “Warmer?”

“Warmer.” Jay leaned towards your right arm draped around his neck, leaving a trail of warm butterfly kisses, tugging a smile to your lips. “Thanks.”

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Three’s Company- Part 3

Sam is the reader’s Alpha and true soulmate, but her affection is also shared with Dean (a Beta), and Sam is surprisingly accepting of this. The three of them catch a case and head out on an adventure.

Part 1

Part 2

Summary of Part 3: Tensions rise between the Winchesters and the reader as they continue their hunt at the Beaumont Hotel. Is Dean going too far?

Warning: Smut, a/b/o dynamics

Word Count: 2300ish

A/N: This is an A/B/O series. For those of you who haven’t read that before, this refers to an AU where everyone falls as an Alpha, a Beta, or an Omega. The dynamics between them are very primal, and very similar to those of a wolf pack, although everyone is still very much human. (If you want to know more, just google it.) This particular AU can get a little kinky, but since this is my first time writing it, I stuck to the basics when it comes to the smut. No knotting or anything else like that. Let me know what you think! This AU is new to me, so feedback is MUCH appreciated. 

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand. Sam grunted and rolled over, not bothering to open his eyes before settling back into sleep. You reached over to check the text, surprised to see Dean’s name.

*Breakfast downstairs?*

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Joe Sugg imagine || Exposed. ||

Anonymous said:

I don’t know if you’ve done this yet but could you write one where the reader is dating Joe, and they’re keeping their relationship a secret so they can have privacy, but Oli accidentally leaked a footage of the reader and Joe {holding hands/kissing/a picture/etc} in one of his vlogs and Joe gets really mad, because he knows the reader wasn’t ready to have their relationship in the open. Sorry for such a long request lol 🙈 love ya! 💕

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“And I wanna thank Joe and (Y/N) so much for helping me move to London! I’m not gonna thank Caspar because he’s just basically sat around doing nothing.” Oli said to his vlog camera as he stood outside his childhood home, he spun around and pointed the camera at Caspar who was sitting on the driveway, he looked up from his phone and gave him the finger.

“Did not Oli! I did all the work – you just sat around holding packing tape like you were actually doing something.” Caspar commented, standing up.

“That is such a bloody lie!” Oli snapped at him a little before he turned the camera in your direction, you were leaning against the back of your car, Joe was standing sort of beside you with his hand on a box he’d just packed.

“Those two!” Oli pointed at them, “did so much! I owe them … Well, I dunno – something.” Oli laughed.

“You owe us the alcohol and Nandos you promised.” Joe laughed, looking over the camera at Oli.

Quickly Oli turned the camera away and back on himself; “I never promised that and you can’t prove it!” He called behind himself as he walked forward quickly away from the car.

You laughed a little, looking at Oli disappear before you looked at Joe with a smile. “You’re so strong – lifting all those heavy boxes today.” You said in a seductive voice, winking at Joe, jokingly.

He grinned, “I’m such a manly man – come on touch my big muscles.” Joe flexed his arm and you couldn’t help but laugh as you raised your hand to touch his muscle and squeezed it carefully, still smiling. “Ohhh – sooo big.” You joked with him, letting your hand slip away, you both were smiling at each other.

Leaning in you both kissed quickly. Still being in a ‘fresh’ relationship of a month and a half with Joe, every time you kissed you felt giddy and your cheeks would turn a pale pink colour – it was a feeling you hoped never stopped.

“Awh you two love birds.” Caspar had come up beside you and you looked down biting your lip. “Awh, I made you uncomfortable.” He teased you and Joe rolled his eyes. “Caspar, stop.” He pushed him lightly as Caspar laughed.

Only your close group of friends knew Joe and you were together, you weren’t ready to be public just yet, you weren’t sure how people would take to you, they liked you enough on your own channel but you were nervous they’d turn on you or something.

“Come on Oli! WE WANNA GET BACK TO LONDON!” Caspar suddenly stopped laughing and yelled in Oli’s direction who was just putting his camera away, “okay – okay, sorry.” He said rushing over.
“All set?” You looked up at Oli, who nodded. Your trunk and a third of your back seat was filled with a second car load of Oli’s things.

“Yup! Thank you again.” He smiled from you to Joe and Caspar. “Of course buddy – that’s what friends are for!” Joe patted his back before he mad-dashed to the front passenger seat.

“I wanted shot gun!” Caspar whined, looking as Joe was pulling his seat belt on. “Sorry mate, perks of dating the driver, shot-gun forever.” Joe laughed Devilishly and Caspar groaned, sulking his way to the backseat.

“It shouldn’t matter – you’re so compact, you should be back here with Oli and his crap.” He muttered getting into the back.

“Hey, no bitching or you can walk home.” You got into the driver side of your 2008 black Ford Focus looking at Caspar in your rearview mirror.

Looking back at you, he crossed his arms and pouted…

… Sitting in bed you were reading your favourite book despite reading it what felt like a million times, it never got old.

“GUYS!” Caspar said out of breath bursting into the bedroom, the door hitting the wall and bouncing back a little bit making both Joe and you look up quickly. “What’s wrong?” Joe asked confused, seeing Caspar wasn’t bleeding or missing an appendage. “You’ve been outed, the internet is going CRAZY!” He said holding up his iPhone waving it around manically, you looked at Joe who had looked at you quickly and you felt your heart sink.

“How? No one’s seen us in public – Caspar stop joking around.” Joe said seriously as Caspar shook his head, he walked over to the bed and crawled over you to sit in the middle, holding his phone out so you could see the Twitter feed talking about how adorable Joe and you were together and hashtagging with a ship name for the both of you.

“I don’t understand how…” You felt anxious even more now that Caspar wasn’t kidding around.

“Because…” Caspar said opening Youtube, he brought up Oli’s daily vlog and while he was talking about how he was going to miss his home and family, London was goingto be amazing, he just happened to move slightly which in the very corner behind his shoulder you could see Joe and you exchanging your quick kiss after you’d felt up his muscles.

“Oh my god.” You whispered covering your face. “Oli.” Joe growled lowly, picking up his iPhone he called Oli, it rang and continued ringing until Oli picked up. “I’M SO SORRY!” came out of his mouth instantly.

“You should be! Look what you’ve done.” Joe’s voice was dark, he put Oli on speaker phone.

“I’m sorry!” Oli said again in panic. “I didn’t see it! If I had saw it I wouldn’t have posted that part in the  vlog – I’m removing it right now!” He said.

“Fat load of good that’ll do Oli it’s already blown up.” Caspar joined in.

“I said I’m sorry. I feel so horribly, guys.” Oli said as the video Caspar had on his phone stopped, refreshed and an error box popped up.

“You should feel horrible, you exposed the second biggest secret relationship in Youtube history, you’re just like Jim!” Caspar nodded.

“Joe… I’m sorry.” Oli muttered and you could tell it felt horrible about the situation.

“I don’t know if I can forgive you.” Joe said sharply and you sighed, rubbing your forehead. “Don’t be mean to Oli – what’s done is done and it isn’t going to change, there’s no need of being mean to Oli.” You pointed out and there was silence.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry, I know you didn’t want to be public yet…” Oli’s voice was low. “It’s okay Oli… What’s done is done.” You whispered in thought trying to plan your next move.

“I’m sorry.” He said again, “I’m really sorry, I’m such an idiot for not seeing that.” He murmured over the phone.

“We’ll get back to you.” Caspar said, reaching over it ended the call and Joe looked from the phone to you.

“What do you wanna do babe?” He wondered, reaching across Caspar he took your hand into his and squeezed it carefully. “I dunno … I guess we’re gonna have to be honest about it.” You were biting the inside of your cheek. “We could ignore it… Hide for a few days?” Joe offered.

“Maybe.” You said, looking at him, he was looking back at you. “You could deny it…” Caspar pointed out still in the middle of you both.

“No… I don’t think that would do any good.” You figured and Joe nodded. “I say we avoid the internet for a couple days, think about things and go from there.”

“You guys should sleep on it, I mean – I’m sorry you got exposed that way, I’m just glad it wasn’t me who did it.” Caspar pointed out and Joe rolled his eyes, “not the time to be concerned about yourself, Caspar.” He pointed out.

“Oh right – yeah, sorry.” He said, putting one of his arms around your shoulders and the other around Joe’s pulling you both close into him.

“The family is exposed though.” He pointed out. “Can we get a puppy now, huh can we mom? Can we?” He begged looking at you and you cracked a small smile. “No, Caspar.” You shook your head, before Caspar looked at Joe, “can we dad?” He asked quickly. “You heard your mother.” Joe muttered. “Awh damn it.” Caspar muttered.

You couldn’t stop a little laugh in the moment, “tomorrow, I think I’ll post a video… Right now, I just wanna sleep.” You felt a bit better but still anxious.

Laying down you felt the blankets coming off your body. “Night guys.” Caspar said bubbly from the middle, pulling the blankets back up after he got into them with you both.

“Uhm – Caspar, go back to your room.” Joe muttered now, the bed sleeping cramped.

“Noooo.” Caspar had rolled onto his side, putting his arm around you. “Mom loves me, she’ll let me stay, right mom?” Caspar asked and you rolled your eyes. “I guess,” you muttered through a yawn.

“Fine … Just for tonight, this isn’t going to become a regular thing.” Joe warned in a stern voice and Caspar nodded. “YAY!” He exclaimed…

With Me

Will lingered in the hallway, watching the firelight lick over Hannibal’s arms, his face, the book in his hands. He made no motion, did not go to him and sit beside him on the sofa. He stood, breath held tight, wrestling with himself. He wanted to go sit there, but-

“Will,” Hannibal’s eyes looked up, then flicked towards him, turning his head to find him in the doorway, “come, sit down.”

And he’d been trying so hard to avoid detection, standing down wind and everything. Still, Hannibal had invited him, no point resisting now. He stepped forward gingerly, making his way consciously into the room. Here came the tricky part.

There were many seats to choose from, a sturdy rocking chair, a winged arm chair with its own ottoman, and the sofa, of course. Without looking too deliberate, too tense, without warning Hannibal, he hoped, he measured his steps and sat down next to Hannibal. He sighed with the cushions, making himself lean back in the posture of relaxation and stared into the heart of the fire, unblinking. He felt Hannibal start, pause, felt his eyes skip over the page, onto him, then back, afraid of being noticed for his watching.

“What’re you reading?” Will asked when he was sure Hannibal had read the page fifty times but not taken in a word of it.

Hannibal’s fingers hesitated over the page, trying to read for him. “The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám,” he let the pages fall open towards Will, “In translation, unfortunately. I plan to learn Persian to read it properly.”

“All that for a book of poetry?” Will mused, tilting his head back.

“It is beautiful,” Hannibal explained, “and deserves to be understood in its native tongue.”

Will nodded thoughtfully, “Well, that’s one project for the future.” He winced; they hadn’t discussed the future yet. At all.

“Yes…” Hannibal hesitated, feeling the elephant in the room, “if I find myself with enough time on my hands to-” He silenced abruptly as Will’s arm came down around his shoulders.

Will gulped, feeling like a high schooler on his first date, all stilted movements and anxious energy. Keep calm, relax; it wasn’t as though they weren’t both mature adults who had done this a million times before with other consenting adults. There should be no problem, no awkwardness, and yet… his heart beat in his throat like a bird thrashing at its cage.

Cautiously, Will stroked his thumb against Hannibal’s shoulder, almost to remind himself it was there, real and solid. Hannibal jumped, nearly dropping his book, “Will, your arm-” he fumbled, trying to turn to Will without turning in to Will and finding the proximity made this almost impossible. To look him in the eye he’d have to get closer.

“I’m nearly healed,” Will swallowed, his voice sounding high and foreign, “besides I should be stretching it anyway, so I’m not so sore. So the muscles… heal the… the way they’re supposed to.” He tried not to watch Hannibal, curving into him, pressing against him. He tried to focus on the fire as Hannibal gave in to the position Will had put them in with the softest sigh. It couldn’t be done.

Hannibal turned his head to reply and found his cheek brushing against Will’s shoulder. His eyes closed instantly, his lungs involuntarily inhaling. Will felt his bicep tense with nerves, there was a painful yank at the still closing wound, but he gave no sign of pain, transfixed on Hannibal.

“Physical therapy,” Hannibal returned abruptly, lifting his cheek, voice rough and low, “will be the hardest part of the healing process. It will be… lengthy and very painful for some time.” He licked his lips, trying to open his eyes all the way and failing, “You should still be resting.”

“I can sit here.” Will felt his hand come around Hannibal’s shoulder, palm flat against his arm. His body decided before he did that he wanted Hannibal closer.

“Could we… just… come here,” he mumbled, squeezing Hannibal to him with one long pull.

Hannibal’s last restraints broke. Before Will knew it he felt arms wrapped around him and a face pressed into his collar. Stunned, he put both arms around Hannibal and held him. Hannibal fit into him like a warm, heavy blanket, pressing against him everywhere he felt lonely. Though he’d been alone, he’d never felt lonely… until Hannibal. Only made sense that being with Hannibal could soothe that ache, maybe the only thing that might.

Hannibal’s hands skirted the edges of his bandages, wary of pressing too much, of being too much. Yet, he held tight, squirmed half into Will’s lap, as close as he could possibly get. Will could feel his heart beat, a skittering patter in reckless time, and he was sure Hannibal had no idea Will knew about it. The moment reeked of desperation, and yet… his arm curled tighter around Hannibal. And yet he pressed closer and yearned to feel Hannibal melt against him, melt completely.

Hannibal gave, he shuddered, he kept perfectly silent, but he shook like a leaf. Will held him close and never once thought about letting go. Hannibal gave so beautifully, he pushed and melted and succumbed so perfectly in his arms. This… this was nice. It was actually… really nice, holding Hannibal. He hadn’t expected that.

Will let his head fall against Hannibal’s, let himself breathe in his hair, press skin to skin, rest together like this. He listened to Hannibal breathe and slowly their breaths fell together. He lost track of time and was on the point of sleep when Hannibal murmured something in his ear.


“The fire’s all but gone, we should go to bed.”

The words struck a bell and cracked Will’s eyes open. He was still holding onto Hannibal, smushed together in one corner of the couch. “N-No, don’t go,” his voice croaked, groggy. The implications of it didn’t register immediately, too tired to remember to care too little.

Hannibal paused. “I won’t. But wait here, I’ll get some blankets.” His legs hit the floor and he slowly rose, untangling himself from Will’s arms with unfair grace. Will whimpered, freezing where his Hannibal blanket had been. He closed his eyes and curled onto the sofa completely.

Hannibal returned. He knew he returned because he felt warm again, he felt welcome pressure and weight on the sofa, covering him, slipping up beside him and into his waiting arms. Will’s lips lifted, pleased to be embracing Hannibal once again.

“You’ll regret sleeping like this in the morning,” Hannibal muttered into his chest.

“Won’t,” Will grumbled, one hand stroking idly at Hannibal’s back.

“We could sleep on the bed… still together.”

Will heard the request in his pause. His arms tightened, “Too tired. Drag me to bed tomorrow.” And he hunkered down, pulled Hannibal close, and silenced him for the night with a kiss.

5SOS - He cheats and regrets it (his POV)

I’m really sorry this took me forever to write but I hope you all like it and also sorry if they’re not all the same length but anyways tell me what you think or request stuff that’d be hella awesome! x

[his P.O.V.]

Calum: I was walking. Just walking and listening to the sound my feet made every time they met the ground. I had absolutely fucked it up. A car drove by as I stuffed my hands even further down my pockets. But it had only been an accident. Right? Even if it was, would she forgive me? I put one foot in front of the other, not caring about what people thought when they passed by and saw my face. I must’ve looked terrible. I was so sorry.

I didn’t mean to do it. But I and the boys had been on tour and I had missed (Y/N) so much, so the boys had decided to take me out to a club to take my mind off things. That hasn’t exactly been the best idea. Of course we drank something at the club. Maybe it was too much, yeah it definitely was. Then this girl came over to me, she looked exactly like (Y/N). Her hair was the same beautiful colour and when she smiled her eyes crinkled exactly like (Y/N)’s always do. She had the same eye colour and the same dimples that always make (Y/N) look absolutely adorable. When I took that girl home that night, I didn’t think a lot, the alcohol had taken over my brain and I guess she hadn’t been less drunk than I had been.

But the next morning had been the worst of my life. All the memories came back, flooding my brain. I had never felt so much regret in my entire life.

I felt a rain drop hit my nose and another one on my cheek. I just kept walking, what else was I supposed to do? I still remember (Y/N)’s face when she had found out. I remember her mascara running down her cheeks and I remember that it didn’t make her a single bit less beautiful. Her facial expression was a mix of hurt, sadness, anger and pain and the sight of it made my heart feel like it was breaking into a million little pieces. I hadn’t seen her since that day, it must’ve been at least a week ago now.

By now my clothes were sticking to my body and my hair wasn’t as fluffy as it normally is anymore, but I just kept walking. Some rain drops hit my eye and my vision got blurry. I regret everything about that night so much. I need her in my life and I need her to know that. The wind blew my soaking wet hair in all directions as I took the three steps to the familiar front door I had walked through so many times, it felt weird having to wait for someone to open it for me.

I looked up as it opened slowly, revealing (Y/N) standing in front of me. Her hair was a complete mess, she had no make-up on, her face looked extremely exhausted and her eyes were red and puffy. At the sight of her I wanted to do nothing more than have her back in my arms and hug her, tell her everything’s gonna be alright.

I looked directly into her eyes, as I saw a tear roll down her cheek. “(Y/N), I’m so so sorry”

Ashton: I stumbled over the doorstep of the house I shared with the boys, threw my jacket in the corner, took my shoes off and threw them away as well and took a deep breath. I made my way towards the living room as I tried to hold back my tears, but after what had happened it was impossible not to cry. “Ash? You’re back?” “How did it go” I heard Michael and Luke’s voices as I shuffled towards the couch, where calum was sitting, eating out of a bowl full of cereal and milk.

As he looked up and saw my face, his expression changed in a matter of a second. “Hey mate. Didn’t go well, huh? Come here have some cereal” he said, holding the bowl in front of my face. I just turned away and sat down next to him. My mind was completely blank. “Ashton, it’ll get better, you just have to wait a little” Mikey said, letting himself fall down on the couch next to me. “Yeah, I know you guys, you can’t live without each other. I know she’ll forgive you” Luke tried to cheer me up, but all those words didn’t really reach my brain. All I could think of was the fact that (Y/N) and I weren’t together anymore and it was alone my fault.

I couldn’t manage to say a single word but instead I just put my face in my hands and pulled my knees to my body. Calum rubbed my back comfortingly while my three best friends looked at each other, trying to figure out what to do. “I think you should sleep over it, Ash. I’m sure tomorrow everything will be much better already” Luke reassured. I felt another tear escape my eye. No, it won’t be. Without her it will never get better. Never in my life I’ve felt this empty.

“Should we call (Y/N)? Maybe if we explain things she’ll forgive you.” Mikey asked, already reaching for his phone.

“Thank you so much, really guys.” I finally managed to get out with a weak voice. I was so glad they were here, who knows what I would be doing right now if they weren’t. “Of course, mate” Michael said while dialing (Y/N)’s number. “Hold on, I’ll get you some cereal and it’ll get better” Calum jumped off the couch eagerly and walked towards the kitchen.

“You know Calum, cereal doesn’t solve all problems!” I shouted after him, and I even felt a weak smile appear on my face.

Luke: “Luke? C’mon mate, you need to eat something at some point” Calum sat down on your bed next to you, holding a plate with some food on it. “Go away calum” I grumbled, burying my face in my pillow. “Only if you promise to eat something” Calum insisted. “I’m not hungry” I murmured.

Maybe I was hungry, but the emptiness inside of me has made me practically emotionless. It was indescribable, I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted to disappear from all the pain or turn back time to the point where everything was okay and (Y/N) was still happy to see me and be around me. It was my own fault, but I regretted what I had done so incredibly much. I had cried all night and I didn’t get any sleep at all. My lack of sleep didn’t make the situation any better and Calum didn’t either. I know he just wanted to make it better but he wouldn’t be able to do that anyways.

I pulled the covers over my head and a second later I heard Calum groan and the shuffling of his feet as he left the room.

I cuddled even tighter into the pillows as I felt another tear escape my eye and I caught myself wondering how much a person could cry before there’s no tears left anymore.

Suddenly someone pulled away the covers from my body, making me shiver. “The ‘Bathing - yourself - in self – pity-time’ is over now!” Mikey shouted as he took my arm and pulled me towards the edge of the bed. “C’mon Luke, we’ll get your mind off things now and don’t you even dare saying no now!”

I pulled myself up with the little power I still had left and carried my body downstairs behind Michael. As we reached the living room I saw Cal and Ash sitting on the couch, a big bowl of popcorn in front of them and some drinks standing on the couch table. I felt a little smirk appear on my face. They could be such idiots, but when I need them they’re always here and that’s what I’m thankful for.

I sat down next to Cal as Michael put in a movie to watch. “You’re gonna eat something now, aren’t you?” Calum asked, shoving the bowl of popcorn into my hands as I chuckled quietly.

Michael: “Goodnight! And don’t think too much about it mate” Ashton shouted before driving off with his car and I made my way up to the front door of (Y/N) and my shared flat. I had fucked up so bad and this time there was no explanation and I had no idea how to make it all good again.

As I unlocked the door I heard the shuffling of feet from upstairs. She had left this morning when she found out about it, but I supposed she was back now. I took one step after the other and went upstairs to where the noise came from. The door to our shared bedroom was slightly opened and I could see (Y/N)’s figure inside of it.

“Hey…” I started as I pushed the door open, but when I saw (Y/N) shoving her stuff into a giant bag I immediately went quiet.

“Michael… I can’t…” she managed to say, but then she stopped talking too and I noticed how red her eyes were and how exhausted she looked. I felt nothing but regret at the sight of her.

I thought back to when we moved in this flat and we didn’t have a bed for three days because none of us could figure out how to set up the bed and we had to sleep on the mattress on the floor, but we both didn’t care because we had each other. I still remember us standing in the kitchen in the middle of the night, I was only in my boxer shorts and she wore my flannel over her underwear, and we tried to make pancakes, but we failed and they burned, but all we did was laugh. I still remember how every night we would be laying in our bed, whispering sweet little things into each others’ ear before falling asleep.

And that was the point where I realised how much I needed her in my life. I can’t manage my life on my own I need someone as weird as me to be with me all the time.

“(Y/N)…I’m so sorry. I don’t know how to make it better” I said quietly, looking down on the ground.

“You can’t make it better, it has already happened. I just… I just need some time on my own, okay?” she said as she wiped away a tear from her cheek. She closed her bag and picked it up, walking towards the stairs. I followed her slowly. In that moment I just wanted to turn back time and start all over, but I couldn’t.

She was right, it has already happened. Before she could walk out the door I called her name and she turned around. “do you think you’ll ever be able to forgive me?”

Her face looked so hurt I just wanted to hug her and make it better but after all it was my fault right? “I don’t know Mikey… I just need some time okay?” she replied unsurely.

“I love you, you know that?” That was the last thing I said before she left the flat and my world.

Pleasant Surprise

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Explicit Language (as per usual), and Use of Alcohol.

Word Count: 2.6k+

A/N: In honor of a certain ray of sunshine’s birthday, I wrote this! Yes, it is platonic and not romantic. I hope you enjoy!  x. T

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Rome, Italy  |  7:13 P.M (19:13 P.M)

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               You were laid out on your stomach across the white covers of your hotel bed, staring into the bright screen of your laptop. The browser was open on airline tickets and you were opting for the cheapest selection, though if you were being honest you really didn’t have to worry about the price, but good deals are good deals.

               It was pretty hard finding a decent seat on a plane the night before, but you booked one in the end, and right as you were entering your card information, your phone started buzzing next to the laptop. You scooped up the device and sat up, answering once you were settled against the headboard.

               “Hey, Seb.”

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