i had to come up with something fast okay

heartbreak chronicles {1} | M

 PT 1 | PT 2 | PT 3 ONGOING

Contains: bad crack, smut {fuckboy!jimin}

Words: 10,164

Summary: Park Jimin had it all — good grades, a place as the soccer team’s captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campus’ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.

[img cr]

A/N: I tried out a “lighter” writing style for… whatever this is. Hope you guys like it! | This fic is based on the movie “John Tucker must die”SUB!BTS COLLAB

The girl’s request echoed on the warm air of your living room, dancing on silence as your body was covered in shock. For an instant, you truly believed you had misheard her words, replacing them for something much more unrealistic. Regardless, as the quietude fell like a blanket over the two of you, you noticed, at last, that your friend could not be more serious. “You want me to do what?” You finally asked, flabbergasted.

The night had started normally — and that was all that you could ever wish for. All that you wanted was to rest after an exhausting week, merely putting your your pajamas and watching shallow TV shows until your tiredness forced you to go to sleep. You wanted to get some pizza and gossip with your roommate about the most frivolous of subjects, allowing for the storm of stress and unfinished projects to disperse from around your head.

However, she had a different idea of how that night would unfold. “We want you to break his heart,” Lisa told you with utter serenity, as if the words that had left her mouth were no more than mundane. “Thought that was quite clear.”

Keep reading

Skulls and Roses ☠️🥀


The best way to get someone’s attention is to get a tattoo or hit someone with your motorcycle. 


Originally posted by sugutie

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” you sprint across the quad, pushing past students and jumping over bushes and benches like a track star doing hurdles. The chanting of the curse word only gets louder and faster once you looked down at your watch once again and saw that your class would start in less than a minute and you were a mile away from the science building.

You’re too distracted with staring at your watch that you don’t notice that you’re in the middle of the street until your face is touching the rough pavement and some random guy is sprawled beside you. At first, you think that it’s a boulder that had fallen from the mountains that surrounded your campus but when your vision focused on the black lump you realized it was a helmet.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Pssst. If you're still looking for Timmy prompts, I'm a sucker for sick!Tim. Bonus if he's in "work 'till I drop" mode. And actually collapses before anyone really puts together what's up with him.

I feel like this isn’t quite what you were hoping for, but I tried? Uni is stressing me out a bit at the moment and as a result I’m in a bit of a creative slump so this is a lot shorter than I would have liked and probably terrible but oh well at least it’s finally posted.

Probably set either not too long after Bruce adopts Tim or while his dad is in a coma.

He can hear Tim’s voice arguing with someone when he arrives at the front office, which is reassuring. Or maybe not so much, because Tim tends to get more snappish and argumentative when he’s not alright. Bruce takes a second to school his features into something resembling neutrality - if too much concern leaks through, Tim will either retreat into himself or lash out at him as well, both of which would be counterproductive - without looking disinterested and pushes the door open to step inside. 

Tim’s eyes are wide when they latch onto him, shimmering with frustration that nobody believes his claims that he’s fine. He opens his mouth - presumably to protest being taken home - but the school receptionist gets in first with a relieved, “Mr Wayne, thank you for coming.”

“Of course,“ Bruce says. He sits down next to Tim, looking him over. He doesn’t like what he sees; too pale, dark smudges under his eyes, cheeks tinted pink, a slight squint as he tries to glare past the headache pounding behind his eyes. 

“They told me you passed out. How do you feel?”

Tim lifts a hand to scrub at his eyes, prickling with heat beneath the sheen of exhausted tears he’s trying desperately to keep at bay. "I didn’t pass out,” he protests. “Just got a little dizzy ’s all.”

“That’s not the bit that was a question, Tim,” Bruce says firmly. He catches Tim’s hand and pulls it away from his face, pressing his own knuckles to his cheek to gauge how high his fever is. “And I expect an honest answer.”

Tim huffs, but he leans into Bruce’s touch, eyes closing as he admits in a whisper, “Not fantastic.”

It’s an understatement if Bruce has ever heard one, but it’s better than nothing.

Despite how exhausted he clearly looks, his pulse is racing when Bruce presses two fingers against the point beneath his jaw. Bruce frowns. “How much coffee have you had today?”

“I couldn’t miss school, B.”

“Tim. How many cups?”

“Four? Five? I dunno.” Tim leans a little more heavily against him. “Everything’s… hazy. ’S moving too fast.”

Way too much coffee and not enough sleep then. A bad enough combination on its own, but when he seems to be coming down with something as well…

“Okay. Let’s get you home and into bed.”

Bruce stands up and pulls Tim to his feet as well. The teen sways slightly and Bruce tucks him against his side, an arm around his shoulders for support. “It’s alright, I’ve got you.”

Tim’s eyes are focused on putting one foot in front of the other but he tilts his head enough that Bruce can see a smile playing over his lips. “I know,” he replies quietly, then adds almost to himself, “’S weird being picked up by a parent.”

Bruce’s heart clenches. Tim is clearly out of it, or he’d never let even that small detail about his crappy childhood slip out. He wonders how often Tim battled through school with a fever because nobody was at home to take care of him, or how often he felt a spark of hope when someone was called to pick him up, only for it to be crushed out when it was just one of his many nannies. Tim stumbles going down the front steps of the school and Bruce automatically hugs him a little tighter. He makes a vow to himself, as Tim smiles gratefully, open and lopsided with exhaustion and fever, that he’s going to be here for this kid more than he has been, make sure he knows that he’s loved and wanted no matter what. Starting with taking him home and letting Alfred fuss over him.

Nightmarish revelations

WARNING: mentions abuse and possibly some other triggers

Y/n hurried into the classroom and sat down next to her friend Damian. She had started coming in late a lot more, due to oversleeping. It wasn’t her fault that she had to juggle advanced classes, clubs, sports, her volunteer job at the shelter, and her *ahem* night job.

“Slept in again, didn’t you?” Damian said as she slid into her seat. She nodded and pulled her notes out.

“Father doesn’t make me go on patrol during school nights. Maybe you should stay home and rest tonight.” He suggested. Y/n glared at him.

“It’s bad enough that you don’t want me to be working with you in the first place, now you’re trying to get me to take time off. Not happening, Dami!”

“It’s not that I don’t want to be working with you, it’s just that it’s hard making sure you’re always paired up with someone. You haven’t been doing this job for a long time and you need backup. My brothers can’t always be there when I’m not.” He said. Ever since y/n had started trading to become a vigilante, Damian had made her follow one rule. Never go on patrol by yourself. It wasn’t that he thought she was incapable of handling it. Hell, in a fair fight she could have him down in ten minutes. He just didn’t want her getting hurt.

“Simple solution. Let me do this alone. I’ll patrol with you on weekends but during school days I’ll do it alone.” Y/n demanded. Damian sighed.

“You’re not-”

“Not ready? That seems to be the only excuse you can come up with. I’ve been training for two years Damian. B usually lets you birdbrains work by yourselves after nine weeks. Is it different because I’m a girl? Or do you really think I’m that bad at my job?” Y/n said. She was boiling in rage. Some of her hair had fallen out of its place and Damian could see the bluish tint of a bruise.

“What happened? You have a bruise there.” He said, his voice surprisingly gentle. Y/n flinched away when he reached out to touch it.

“It’s nothing. Some bastard got a lucky swing.”

“You weren’t supposed to be out last night. You went out on patrol by yourself! Y/n, this is the fifth time this week. You need to stop doing this. It’s hurting you, can’t you see!” Damian whisper-shouted.

“So what? I’ve lost count of all the times I’ve had to patch you to keep you from bleeding out. It’s one bruise and I’ll never let anyone get that far in a fight again! Okay?”

“You’re coming over to my house right after school so I can talk some sense into you without anyone hearing. I don’t care about whatever excuses you come up with, you’re not getting off the hook this time.”


Damian couldn’t believe it. Y/n had fallen asleep in the timespan of two minutes. He had left the room to go get something for y/n to snack on before he read her the riot act, and he came back to find her fast asleep on his bed.

She looked pretty cute though… With her h/c strands framing her face, how she looked so peaceful. Damian just couldn’t ruin it by waking her up. Besides the girl had barely been getting any sleep lately. Now was a good a time as any.

A few minutes later, soft whimpers stole his attention from the homework he had started. He looked over at y/n and saw that she had a frown on her face and that she was thrashing about, as if someone was struggling with her. She’s having a nightmare, Damian thought.

He went to wake her up when he realized she was saying something. “D-dad don’t.. Don’t hurt m-me please.” She cried out. Damian froze, his hand right above her shoulder. Tears started to stream from y/n’s closed eyes. It soon turned into sobs that shook Y/n’s curled up body. He knew that he had to wake her up now.

“y/n.. Y/n come on, wake up please!” Damian said as he shook her harder than he should’ve. Y/n screamed and started clawing at his hands as her eyes opened, trying to break his grip on her. He let go of her shoulders and grabbed her wrists before she could hurt him or herself.

“NO! Let me go! Please!” She pleaded as she twisted away from him. He tightened his grip on her. “Y/n, it’s me. It’s Damian, you’re safe. She stopped fighting him but she was still sobbing. Damian let go of her wrists and put his arms around her. Y/n cried into his shoulder.

“I-I’m sorry. I never meant to-”

“Hey shhhhh, it’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re safe now.” Damian whispered as she sobbed. He rubbed small circles on her back to calm her down. He pulled back but kept her at arms length.

“Y/n, is your father hurting you?” Damian asked softly after y/n quieted down a little. She shook her head violently as she refused to look at him. He gently grabbed her chin and made her turn towards him. Her e/c eyes were filled with tears and he wiped away the ones that had already made their way down her cheek.

“Don’t try to lie to me. I’ll find out one way or another. It’s faster to just get to the point.” Damian told her. She hiccuped and ran her hands through her h/c locks.

“It’s all my fault. Dad is just disciplining me. It was all my fault, you see. He had caught me sneaking in late the other night after patrol. I had been smart enough to get out of my uniform before going home but he thought I had snuck out to a party. He yelled at me, and then he just snapped. He slapped me and the ring he wears bruised me. That was the first time and it’s been getting worse.“

“Y/n, why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped.”

“You were too distracted by all the cases we’ve been working on, so I did what we always tell kids that get beaten by their parents. I called the police and you know what the officer said? A single slap is only disciplinary, they deal with bigger problems than a brat whining about how mean their parents are. Then he called my dad and told him not to let me call the cops anymore unless it’s an emergency. That night dad beat me with the belt…”

“Damian’s eyes watered as he looked at the smaller girl. He pulled her against his chest and held her tightly. She gripped his shirt like it was her lifeline. "I promise, I won’t let him harm you ever again. Y/n, I’m so sorry that I didn’t know sooner. I could’ve stopped it.”

“Dami, you can’t promise that he won’t hurt me again. I still have to go back and I didn’t tell him I was over here, so you know what that means… Oh god, it’s seven o'clock! I was supposed to be home by six!” Y/n said. She grabbed her things and ran out of Damian’s room but not before he grabbed her wrist.

“Don’t go! Y/n, I don’t want you to get hurt.” He shouted. She broke his hold and was running out the door before he could stop her. He wanted to go after her, but Damian knew he could help y/n another way. He walked to his father’s office and rapped on the door.

“What?” Bruce said as he looked up from his papers.

“Father, we need to talk about Y/n…” A/n: So how was it? I’m thinking about writing part 2 even though all my part 2s suck. Leave a like and thanks for reading:)

anonymous asked:

(1) I find it hilarious that some people think Betty is "moving on too fast" while Archie was obviously attracted to, and even kissed Veronica while he supposedly had feelings for Grundy, all in one episode. Then, an episode after breaking up with Grundy, he is seen developing ~~something~~ with Valerie. Meanwhile Betty has had 4 episodes of her slowly coming to terms with the fact that Archie doesn't like her and moving on.

(2) So apparently it’s okay for Archie to jump from one woman to the next in quick succession, but god forbid Betty consider a relationship with another person who actually WANTS her. Nope, girlfriend gotta pine for Archie’s ginger dick until the day he decides he wants her too.

what is that strange smell coming from my computer…? ah! it’s the putrid stench of a double standard. why do y’all hate betty? archie treats her terribly and you want her to be hung up on him until?? he realizes he wants her?? elizabeth cooper is so much more than that. she’s not going to pine after somebody she now knows doesn’t feel that way about her. she deserves to find somebody that treats her well and makes her smile even while she’s kissing them. like, um…

look at how happy she looks 

i think queen reinhart really explains it best:

“[Archie’s] a confused teenage boy. He doesn’t know what he wants, romantically or for his future. He’s just lost. She has sympathy for him, but she’s trying to protect him. At the end of the day, she doesn’t want him to get hurt or wrapped up in something dangerous. I think her opinion of him, as a person, doesn’t change, but her opinion of him, as a romantic figure in her life, changes. She grew up with him as a best friend, and when you grow up with a guy as a best friend when you’re a girl, it’s hard not to see yourselves becoming romantically involved. You’re like, “We’ve been best friends. Why don’t we just be together?” That’s what she thought. Maybe she wasn’t really in love with him. Maybe she just thought she was because it felt like the right thing to do. It wasn’t easy, but it was easier than you would think for her to get over the fact that they shouldn’t be together, romantically. She just had an idea in her head of the perfect couple that was Betty and Archie, but in reality, it wasn’t there and it wouldn’t have been as good.” 

Nightmare | John Murphy


 Hey could you write something with John Murphy (a modern au would be lovely but if not thats okay) about that you can’t sleep because nightmares but then he comes to comfort you and he helps you sleep again? Thank you xx  

(I did my best to write a modern AU, I hope it turned out like you wanted :) also I hope you don’t mind that it’s a bit of a shorter one!)

Originally posted by hundredgifs

You sat on your boyfriends couch, heart beating fast in your chest. Murphy was upstairs sleeping peacefully, unaware that you had left the bed.

You had woken up from a nightmare in a cold sweat, heart hammering and hands shaking. Trying to fall back asleep would be pointless- in this state you were hyper aware of everything. Every shadow, every noise. And it wasn’t helping you calm down. You had gone to the bathroom, splashing your face with cold water in an attempt to calm yourself down, but it barely soothed the adrenaline running through your veins.

Keep reading

Imagine...Dean calling to say good morning

Originally posted by gothamgirly

Pairing: Dean x reader

You let out a big stretch as you sat up from the middle of your bed. Ordinarily the other side was occupied by Dean, who wouldn’t dare let you out of his iron clad grip in the morning without telling you how beautiful you looked. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you heard your phone ring. Dean’s name appeared on the screen along with a picture of him mid-laugh.

“Hi,” you said sleepily as you picked up the phone.

“Good morning, beautiful. I didn’t wake you, did I?” he asked. You let out a yawn, twisting your back as you tried to will yourself to move from the warm space. 

“No, just got up,” you said. He was smiling on the other side on the phone, even if you couldn’t see.

“You’re still in bed, aren’t you?” he said. “Why don’t you sleep in? No one’s home anyways.” You shrugged.

“I wanted to do some chores before everyone got back. This place is starting to get a little dirty, Dean,” you said, tossing the covers off your legs.The cool air made goose bumps appear on them.

“Sam and Cas won’t be back for a few more days, take a day for yourself sweetheart,” said Dean, a little bit of sleep in his voice as well.

“When are you coming home?” you asked. He had left two days ago to go on a solo run, something you’d argued about in great detail, but it really wasn’t anything too dangerous. 

“Sometime late tonight. Finished up the case last night, nothing to do now but drive home,” he said.

“Alright. Be safe. I’ll have dinner in the fridge so no fast food, got it?” you said, pushing the covers all the way down the bed. He laughed, almost like a giggle. 

“Okay, mom. I won’t spoil my dinner,” he said. 

“Jerk,” you said.

“Beautiful,” he said back. You felt heat rise up in your cheeks and a slight jolt of butterflies in your stomach at his response.

“You know that’s not fair,” you said, biting your bottom lip to keep yourself from smiling.

“All’s fair in love and war,” said Dean, a smirk in his voice. “By the way, did I tell you yet how beautiful you look this morning?”

“Dean…” you said, waiting for him to interrupt you. As you realized he was taking too long to answer, your door opened to your surprise. Standing in front of you was a very tired looking Dean.

“You look very beautiful,” he said. He hung up his phone and kicked off his boots as you sat there, unsure of how he was actually in the room.

“You didn’t drive all night did you?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. Dean shook his head yes as he pulled off his jacket and jeans, socks and shirt, leaving him in just a gray tee and navy boxers. “I told you not to do that. You could get in an accident,” you said, crossing your arms.

Dean crawled into the bed, pulling your phone from your hands and tossing it on his pile of clothes on the floor. “Sorry mom, had to get home and tell this girl how amazing she looks when she wakes up,” he said. 

You were about to protest when Dean’s strong arms pulled you in close, his legs wrapping around yours, his sleepy eyes staring into yours. “I was going to clean today you know,” you said, knowing you lost that battle as soon as he stepped into the room.

“Let’s stay in bed,” he said, letting go of you just long enough to pull the covers up. “Not like you have much choice in the matter,” he said, gently pulling you closer so he could kiss your lips with his. “Unless you’d really rather not…”

“Jerk,” you said, reaching one hand up to play with his hair. “Go to bed. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He grinned and closed his eyes, just moments away from falling into sleep.

“Thank you, beautiful,” he said, slipping into unconsciousness. You lay there for a few moments before letting his slow breathing lull you back into sleep, gladly knowing you wouldn’t be waking up alone again.

I Won't Say I love You (Part 2- Final)

Characters: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader
Summary: Oh I guess we had an expiration date. So I won’t say I love you, it’s too late. Very much inspired by Nervous (The Ooh Song) by Gavin James.
Genres: angst
Word Count: ~1000
Warnings: induced vomiting due to alcohol
A/N: This is the last part!

Originally posted by iblamebuckybarnes

Masterlist here | Part 1 (prev) | Part 2

Keep reading

Please Part 2

Summary: After breaking off your engagement with Jinyoung, six weeks later you show up at his doorstep, needing to talk to him.
Genre: Angst with a touch of fluff
Length: 1712


You stood outside of Jinyoung’s door, and you couldn’t believe you were here again. It had been almost six weeks since you had broken off your engagement to him, and during that time all you had wanted was to come here and take everything back and tell him you loved him and you were stupid for letting him go. However, there was a reason you had left him in the first place. You didn’t want kids, and you knew he did, even though he had said he’d give them up for you, and you believed him, which was why you had to leave. You forced yourself to stay away, but after finding out this news, you knew you couldn’t stay away any longer.

Keep reading

Planet Earth: Chapter Five - The deadly Fog

This is Chapter Five of Planet Earth, read Chapter One, Chapter Two , Chapter Three and Chapter Four first!


Your name: submit What is this?

“AHHHHH!” You screamed as you opened your eyes and couldn’t breathe. 

It was the middle of the night, you had a nightmare and your wounds did still hurt. You heard that someone came upstairs as you tried to breathe normal again.. 

“Y/N, you’re okay, it’s all good.” Murphy said and ran over to you. He held you in his arms as you tried sit up. “Psssht, breathe..” Murphy said and tried to calm you down.

You were the only one on level 3 in the dropship, Clarke wanted you to be alone so you could rest.

Murphy recognized that you started to breathe normal again, “Shall I look for Finn?” he asked as you took his hand, you wanted to know if he’s real.

“No, don’t let me alone.. please.” You said and tried not to cry.

“I won’t” He smiled. “Nightmare?”

“I don’t know, I think it was a memory.” You said and looked in Murphy’s eyes. “They don’t speak English and they have tattoos and weapons-” You stopped and thought about your pain in your stomach when they took you. “They wanted to kill me.” You said and Murphy hold you tighter when he noticed that you got afraid again.

“It’s okay, they didn’t kill you and they won’t hurt you anymore.” Murphy said with a calm voice. “Sleep now, I’ll take the guard tonight and make sure that no one is coming up here okay?” You nodded and Murphy went downstairs.


The next morning on the Ark:

“Did someone call for a Mechanic?” Raven asked into a microphone, as she stood in front of an old door.

The door opened and Raven stepped in.
couldn’t see anyone at first but then Abby Griffin came behind a corner and Raven tried to run away. The door closed before she could get out. Raven was afraid, because she knew who Abby Griffin was and she knew that Abby had known that she has helped you to get to Finn.

“Let me out!” Raven said angry. “Wanna float me now? Do it.”

“No Raven, I need you.” Abby said with a calm voice and walked around a corner, Raven followed her. “I need you to repair that.” Abby said and crossed her arms.

It was an old Exodus ship, a very old one. Raven couldn’t believe her eyes as she saw it. At first Raven smiled as she saw the ship. She thought about seeing Finn and you again but she didn’t trust Abby, so she stopped smiling.

“Why?” Raven asked and crossed her arms too. “You already send my family on the ground to die. Why should I do anything for you?”

“Because you want to see them again. Y/N and Finn right? I want to see my daughter as well and I now you heard what I said to Jackson yesterday.” Abby said with a short smile why Raven looked very confused. “I know that Y/N and you spied me for 6 months, I know what she wanted to do. Self-defense training after 3 people got into the prison? Not one attempt killing Kane? She planned something.”

“And why did you let that happen?” Raven asked and walked closer to Abby.

“Y/N’s trainer told me how good she was, I needed her. The 100 need her, without Y/N they won’t survive. My daughter won’t survive.” Abby said with her head down. “But now Jaha is the opinion that the earth isn’t survivable, the transmission bands say that they’re dying and I need to see it myself. I know that the earth is survivable and I can’t go into the-”

“Yes I know, the kicked you out of the big bad business after you saved Kane.” Raven said still with crossed arms. “I’ll help you but I’ll come with you.” She said serious and Abby nodded.


The next morning on the Ground:

As you woke up, you heard loud noises and wanted to see what was going on outside. You walked down the stairs so careful as you could because Clarke would kill you, if your wounds would open again. When you finally got into level 1, you saw your cousin Finn and your best friend Monty, sleeping on the floor with a knife next to Finn. You smiled and walked outside. As you came out, you breathed the warm air and felt the sun on your face. You saw that everyone worked to build a wall around the dropship.

“What are you doing here? Clarke said you should rest!” Octavia asked as she saw you walking around. “Are you okay?” She smiled to you.

“I’m fine.” You smiled and Clarke came to you. “What are they doing? And what’s going on between you and Atom? Jasper mentioned something last night, where is he by the way?”

“Y/N-” Clarke started.

“I’m fine, see?” You said and you lifted your shirt a bit so Clarke could see that your wounds started to heal. “Is this a tree?” You asked confused as you saw Murphy and another guy carrying a tree in a corner.

“That’s not what I meant.” Clarke said and Bellamy came next to her as he saw you.

“You need to tell us everything you know about the Grounders and why your stomach and wounds heal so fast.” Bellamy looked serious and crossed his arms.

Now a lot of people where around you, they were staring at you. After this horror day you had yesterday, no one thought you could actually survive the night.

“And I thought you stopped being a dick.” You said annoyed. “I don’t know okay? They gave me some red plants and I should eat them. I couldn’t asked them for you, Bellamy.. I was to busy with screaming because I had a hole in my stomach. And after they helped my they cut me again and hang me on a tree just with a bra.” You said pissed and walked away from them.

“Y/N wait.” Bellamy said.

“Well big brother, you always know how to deal with a girl.” Octavia said and started to help, building the wall.


Bellamy saw that you wanted to go into the woods, he followed you and wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t run away.

“Where did she go?” Bellamy asked himself as he stood in the middle of nowhere. “She was right here..?”

You were hiding behind a tree and when Bellamy passed by and didn’t saw you, you had pulled his feet so that he fell on the ground. 

“I don’t need a Babysitter.” You said serious and held your arm.. One of your wounds started to hurt again. “I can defend myself and I can hunt alone. I’m not your sister.”

Bellamy laughed and pulled you feet too, so that you felt on him. He turned you on your back and held your arms on the ground.

“Then don’t act like her.” Bellamy laughed. “You’re not so good as Jasper said, are you?” He said nearly flirty while he were still over you and holding your arms.

“When I’m completely again, I’ll show you how good I am.” You smiled short and looked him in the eyes. 

“What are you two doing here?” Atom laughed as he saw Bellamy and you.

“I showed our little Angel that she isn’t so good as she thought.” Bellamy said and helped you to stand up.

“We wanted to hunt, remember?” Murphy said annoyed to Bellamy while some other kids came into the woods too.

“I’ll come with you.” You said and walked with Atom forward.

“Murphy you’ll stay with Octavia, keep her safe.” Bellamy said serious and Murphy walked annoyed back to the camp.

“What was that between Bellamy and you?” Atom smiled as he asked you. “I thought you hated him.”

“I do, now shut up and look for my food.” You laughed.


At the same time in the camp:

“Finn wake up.” Clarke said as she walked into the dropship.

“What- Whats going on? Is Y/N okay?” Finn asked immediately as he stood up.

“Yes, Bellamy followed her and we need to find the red plants that healed Y/N.”

“Wait what? Bellamy followed her? Where is she?” Finn asked confused and worried as he heard Bellamy’s name.

“We asked her how she could heal so fast and then she got mad and went into the woods. Bellamy followed her, she’ll be okay. Her wounds are nearly gone and-”

“What is going on with you? You could have woken me up, she wouldn’t run away if I had asked her.” Finn said shocked.

“I’m sorry I wanted to get this stuff.. Because if something like this happens again we need to be prepared. I don’t want anyone to die.” Clarke said with her head down as Wells stepped in. 

“It’s okay I understand..” Finn said and calmed down. “I’ll come with you, I know where the plants are.”

“We need to go and search for Trina and Pascal, they’re gone.” Wells said breathless. 

“What?” Finn asked. “Maybe they’re on the hunt with Murphy.” He tried to calm Wells down. “Well I think I saw some seaweeds that were red, in a corner in the lake where Octavia swam.” 

“Yes, Bellamy and the others wanted to hunt.. I forgot. Y/N is probably with them. Maybe we’ll meet them in the woods.” Clarke said and looked to Finn. “I think Trina and Pascal could be with them too. We need to find the plants.”

“No, they’re gone since last night. Murphy told me a few minutes ago. We need to go now.” Wells said, walked out of the dropship and Clarke and Finn followed him.


2 Hours later after walking around, Finn and Wells found under Trees and dense undergrowth an old car.

“Hey Clarke, look at this!” Finn shouted because Clarke where already keep moving forward.

“That’s amazing! An old Van.” Wells smiled.

“The car is here for 100 years, it will wait.” Clarke said serious. “Come on now, it will be dark in 3 hours.”


Meanwhile on the hunt:

“Did you hear that?” Bellamy asked Murphy and turned around.

You noticed Bellamy and the other guys behind you stopped walking, you went to them and heard a noise.

“Come out or I’ll kill you!” A guy shouted and held his knife tight.

A little blond girl came out behind a tree, you saw that she was very scared. You walked forward and knelt to her.

“Who are you?” You asked her with a smile.

“I’m Charlotte.” She nearly whispered and looked afraid to the guy with a knife.

“He is not going to hurt you, okay?” You said and Charlotte nodded. “What are you doing her so alone? It’s dangerous.”

“I saw how you beat this two guy’s over there…” She pointed to the guy’s who came with you on the hunt. “…and I wanted to learn how to defend myself.” Charlotte said with a short smile.

“Well, you can’t defend yourself without a weapon.” Bellamy said and leaned forward to Charlotte after he took the knife from the guy who threatened her and gave her the short knife.

“Okay let’s go.” You winked and took Charlotte’s hand.


Same time by Clarke, Wells and Finn:

When the trio locate the seaweed, they hear a strange horn sound and suddenly wind up face-to-face with orange fog. 

“Here it is.” Finn said with a smile as he jumped into the water and tried to get the red plants in the water.

“Clarke I think we should run!” Wells shouted. “Hurry, Finn!” He said and Finn got the seaweed as fast as he could.

“Come on now, we need to hide!” Clarke said as Finn came out of the water and ran with them into the woods again.


At the same moment on the hunt:


“What was that?” Atom asked behind you and you turned around.

You saw an orange fog behind Bellamy and stepped a bit forward. As you saw how fast the fog came you stepped back.

“RUN!” You yelled and everyone followed you.

You ran as fast as you could with Charlotte. As you noticed that you were separated from the others you stopped.

“Damn..” You said to yourself still holding Charlotte’s Hand.

“Y/N come here!” You heard Bellamy shouting in front of you and ran to him with Charlotte.


Meanwhile by Clarke, Wells and Finn:

Clarke, Finn and Wells hide out in the old van they found earlier after they locked the door, Finn found an old flask of whiskey.

“Finn, careful. It could be-” Clarke tried to say as Finn opened the bottle.

“Whiskey I think.” Finn said and smiled. “Good stuff, want something Princess?

“You know, you shouldn’t drink that. Alcohol is toxic” Wells said to Clarke and Finn.

“This is Earth. Down here everything is toxic.” Finn argued.

Clarke wanted some of the whiskey to and took it from Finn with a smile.

“Clarke you- you should not drink that.” Wells said again.

“You know what Wells? I was nice to you, well I tried but I can’t pretend this anymore.. shut the hell up.” Clarke said annoyed and drank.

“I made a Mistake, I know but-” Wells started.

“What did I say?” Clarke asked Wells and raised an eyebrow.


In the meantime by Bellamy, Charlotte and you:

After Bellamy found cave, Charlotte felt asleep and you were waiting for Bellamy who checked if the cave was save.

“Maybe I should stop calling you Angel. I saved your life twice now.” Bellamy smiled as he looked down to you while you were sitting on the ground.

You laughed too and covered your self with your Jacket up. It was cold in the cave and Bellamy wanted to sit next to you but-

“AAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Charlotte screamed in her sleep and Bellamy ran over to her.

“Charlotte? Hey wake up.” Bellamy said gently.

“I’m sorry.. I always have nightmares when I sleep.” Charlotte said with a sad face to Bellamy.

“What scared you off?” Bellamy asked and Charlotte looked to you, she knew that you screamed last night too. “You know what? Doesn’t matter.” Bellamy said and looked short over to you. “The only thing that matters is what you do about it. Fight the Demons when you’re awake and they won’t follow you in your dreams.” Bellamy took the short knife on the ground, that he gave Charlotte earlier, and gave it to her again. “Down here weakness is death, fear is death. When you’re afraid, hold tight to that knife and say ‘Screw you I’m not afraid.’ okay?” Bellamy asked her with a smile and she nodded as she took the knife. “Now say it.”

“Screw you.. I’m not afraid.” Charlotte said softly.

“Scream it out.” You told her with a smile and Bellamy nodded.

“SCREW YOU, I’M NOT AFRAID!” Charlotte shouted and Bellamy smiled at you.

“Slay your demons and you’ll sleep.” Bellamy said and Charlotte got back to sleep.

You were really wondered about Bellamy, how he acted with Charlotte and with you today. You started to like him in a friendly way.

“That was cute.” You said with a huge smile as Bellamy walked over to you.

“I told that Octavia, whenever we needed to hide her. She’s afraid of darkness.” Bellamy said as he sat next to you. “You’re cold.” 

“Well, we’re in a dark cave.” You laughed short.

“Come here.” Bellamy said while wrapped his arm around you and covered you up with his Jacket too. 


At the same time in the camp:

“We’ll survive this, we’ll survive this, we’ll-” Monty said to himself over and over again.

“Anyone help me! Jasper got hit by something!” A girl said as she tried to held him.

“AHHHHHHHH!” Jasper shouted, his stomach was bleeding.

“How did this happen?” Monty asked after he brought nearly everyone in the dropship as he saw the fog in the woods.

“I don’t know help me!” The girl nearly shouted and Monty helped her to bring his Best friend into the dropship.

“Everyone get out of the way!” Monty shouted and laid Jasper on the ground. “Jasper can you hear me?”

“Grounders.. Groun-” Jasper said weak.

“You’re not allowed to die, do you hear me?” Octavia said as she walked over to Jasper too. “Clarke will come every moment and she’ll help you okay?”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Jasper shouted again after he nodded to Octavia.


After the fog were gone by Clarke, Wells and Finn:

“Hurry, after this probably someone got hurt in the camp.” Clarke said nearly pissed as she finally got out off the car.

Finn ran after her and tried to calm her down, “You know that Wells didn’t betrayed your father, right?” He asked Clarke.

“How did you know about that?” Clarke asked annoyed.

“Y/N told me how you got into the prison.” Finn said and looked to Clarke. “And I can see how he looks at you, he loves you Clarke.. He would never done that.”

“No one else knew about that:” Clarke argued.

“Really?” Finn asked and raised an eyebrow. “Y/N heard something else.”

“HELP, HELP!” You shouted and Finn recognized your voice.

“Y/N!” He shouted too and ran over to you with Clarke.


You knelt on the Ground next to Atom who looked terrible, he didn’t found a save place and got burned by the fog.

“Y/N don’t touch him.” Bellamy said as he saw Atom and you on the ground, after found some of the other guys who followed you on the hunt. 

You leaned over as he saw that Atom tried to say something. “Kill me, please.. Kill me.” 

You stood up, walked over to Charlotte and took her knife. As you walked over to Atom again, a tear rolled down your face and Bellamy followed you. Clarke and Finn saw Bellamy and you.. They wanted to go to you both but Wells stopped them as he saw Atom.

You couldn’t bring yourself to do it and Bellamy saw that, “Together..” Bellamy said softly as he took your hand with the knife in his. 

You started to sing softly so that Atom would focus on your voice and not the pain. 

After you killed Atom you started to cry, you thought about Octavia who started to like Atom and about how funny he was.

“Y/N?” Finn asked as he walked over to you and knelt to you. “I’m here, it’s okay.” He said as he wanted to hug you.

“No it’s not, wee need to go now.” You said while wiped your tears away. “It’s already dark we should hurry.” You said and walked forward with the knife with which you had killed Atom.


In the Camp:

After you finally got in the camp you heard Jasper screaming in the dropship.

“I’m going to kill him!” Murphy said serious and walked over to Jasper.

“Open the gate!” Wells shouted and knocked.

The girl that carried Jasper in to the camp, opened the gate and you ran in it. As you saw the others afraid in some corners you realized that they were looking to Murphy because he held a knife and as you hear Jasper screaming again you ran over to Murphy, jumped on his back and you brought him to fall.

“Are you nuts?” You said as you stood up and beat Murphy so that you could take his knife and threw it out of the dropship.

“AHHHHHHHH!” As you heard Jasper you turned around and saw him bleeding.

“CLARKE!” You shouted as you ran over to Jasper. “Jas, I’m here.. Can you hear me? I’m here and you’re not going to die.” You said as you knelt to him and tears rolled down at your face again. 

You stood up as you saw that Murphy stood up to, “Psycho” Murphy said and you held the knife tight and wanted to kill him.. but Bellamy stopped you.

“You’ll be her nightmare as well.” He said as he held you and looked to Charlotte. You tried to calm down and as you were, Bellamy turned around and held Murphy against a wall. “If you ever try something like this again or call Y/N a psycho, I’m going to end you.”

“Well’s give me the seaweed!” Clarke said as she ran to Jasper and lifted his shirt up.

She laid the seaweed in his opened wound and he stopped yelling.

“I told you, you’re not going to die.” Octavia said with a smile to Jasper and kissed his forehead as he smiled weakly back.


After you told Octavia why Atom were not coming back, she felt crying to sleep next to Jasper in your arms like Monty did as well.

“Wells I need to talk with you.” Clarke said as she walked over to Wells who was had guard outside.

“Yeah sure.”

“You didn’t told your father about mine right?” Clarke asked him as a tear came down on her face. 

“No.” Wells said softly. “I wanted to-”

“You wanted to protect me and so you let me hate you.” 

“Pshhht is okay.” Wells said and wiped Clarke’s tear away. “What are friends for?” He said with a smile.

“How can you ever forgive me?” She asked him. “I blamed you for my fathers death and it’s my mother’s fault.”

“Already done.” Wells said and wrapped his arms around Clarke.


My lovelys, Chapter five of Planet Earth YEEEEY! How was it? 

So I don’t know if I really want to kill Wells because I read the book as well.. What do you want? Shall I kill him or shall he live? 

Let me tell y'all about how I played myself.

Last week I was a mess. Stressed, tired, on the verge of collapsing mentally and physically. I finish one of my last projects and get ready to go home. My cousin calls, asks me if I’ll come to a campus event later. I tell her I’ll talk to her ass tomorrow.

I go home, nap, wake up for a snack and check my phone to see the time. I have three messages from her and one says “It’s not too late to come to the thing. Your professor is here.”

I hopped up off the sofa so fast I scared my mom. She asked me what happened, what was wrong, was I okay, etc. I told her I had to get to school to take care of something, got dressed in about seven minutes, and was on the way out of the house.

Because I’ve been half in love with my Spanish professor since last semester.

I drove so fucking fast. I weaved back and forth between lanes passing like five cars driving downtown (speed limit: 35 mph), almost broke my neck finding a parking space, ran in my skirt to the event (which I was almost an hour late for), found my cousin, narrowly dodged sitting on dog shit, and asked her:

“Where is he?”

“Where is who?”

“Girl, my professor!”

She gives me this confused look and says, “Oh I wasn’t talking about him. I was talking about your other one. The one who wears jeans all the time. There she is over there.”

The event ended five minutes later.

I am still…so angry.

I'm So Glad You're Here (ReaderxDean)

Request: Could you do a smutty part two to I really wish you were here ;) where Dean gets home and throws her on the bed and the fuck like the whole night and she won’t let him out of the room the next morning haha I feel so bad for asking that. AND Can you do part 2 of “I really wish you were here”??? destielcuzican

Warning(s): basically all smut, swearing, oral sex, lots of dirty talk, fluff at the end

Words: 2500

Note: I am really happy you all liked I Really Wish You Were Here, so here’s part 2! Dear anon-don’t feel bad about asking for smut because I LOVE IT.

Keep reading

So Wrong It’s Right (Final) - A.I. AU

Summary: Ashton takes Y/N on a final date before she leaves for good.

Pairing: Teacher!Ash x Female Reader

A/N: I needed a name for the best friend, so I went with Charlotte. Sorry if that’s your name oops. 

“I wanna take you on a date. A real date, not just drinks and sex at my place again. I want to dress up real nice and go out and do something.”

Ashton’s words rang through Y/N’s head as her best friend zipped up the back of her red dress, a smile growing on her nude-stained lips. “Do I look okay?” She asked her friend, a nervous glimmer in her eyes as she examined her reflection. Ashton would be picking her up soon, and this would be his first time seeing her in such fancy attire. She wanted to impress him.

Keep reading

Master of the Dungeons

(Sorry if this submitted twice, my computer was being weird and I wasn’t sure if it got through. Edited a few words in this version anyway.)

So.  There I was, working on a far more angsty Dipper-and-Toby fic.  Then Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons happened, and ideas formed, plus I’d been wanting to write Toby’s friends instead of just referencing them, and I thought, Okay, I can just hash out something short and submit it before the next episode airs.  Easy-peasy.

In other news, I’ve learned that I apparently a) cannot write fast, and b) cannot write short.  Once again, this got completely away from me.  But I’m reasonably happy with it, and I hope you enjoy it.

Oh, and forgive my attempts at coming up with future slang that in no way represents the true level of change the English language would realistically undergo in over a thousand years.  I had to keep it at least somewhat understandable.  (And they don’t seem to speak that differently in 207̃012 anyway…)

“All right, we’ll see you in a couple hours!” Dipper called to Mrs. Cross as she waved to him and got into her car, waving back with an affable smile.

He stepped back into the house and closed the door, smile instantly and seamlessly exchanging itself for an exhausted grimace.  He slumped against the door, exhaling loudly.

Keep reading

Fracture - 2 (The Flash)

Part One

Originally posted by barryscaitlinn


“Dad!” You shot up shooting across the room at full speed.

“Whoa! Hey hey, easy.” Someone stopped you from running holding you in place. You felt their worry for you as they tried to calm you down, “Easy…you’re safe. You’re safe.”

You looked at him your eyes getting wide staring at your younger father, “What…the fu…ahh…” You clutched your arm as pain shot through your arm.

“Yeah, let’s get you back to bed.” Barry told you putting a hand on you back helping you. You let your father help you back toward bed.

“Barry, what happened?” Caitlin came rushing in. She looked so young…they all did. You teared up as they both helped you into bed, “She shouldn’t be moving.”

“She woke up screaming and bolted. I had to stop her before she ran headlong into a wall.” Barry frowned looking at you, “I’m sorry…I might’ve re-broken your arm. I just didn’t want you to crack your head open.”

You stared him unable to speak. What the hell was going on?

“We heard yelling, is everything alright?” Cisco came running into the room, “Dr. Wells, wanted met to check on you all.”

“Our new friend here woke up.” Barry smiled at you as he talked to Cisco, “I think everything’s going to be okay. Right, Caitlin?”

“I have to check your arm out.” She told you gently as she lifted it making you wince. She felt for broken bones, “Well…she is healing like you, Barry. She should be fine, I don’t feel anything broken. It’s probably muscle tears.”

“That’s good-ish.” Barry looked at her then to you. Concern rushed over you as you shut your eyes, “Are you okay?”

“Just…could you all just…back up…it’s too much…” You made a face squeezing your eyes shut tightly.

“Barry…” You heard Caitlin speak in a low warning tone. Everyone backed away and the emotions rushing through you slowly ebbed away, “What are you feeling? What can we do to help?”

You shook your head opening your eyes as tears fell down your face. You hated crying. It seemed like that was all you did the last few months. All the pain and loss…but right now it was caring and concern. Things you only felt when around family. 

“Nothing…there’s nothing you can do…I just…it’s my ability…” You told her to taking deep breaths.

“Wait…speed isn’t your only gift?” You looked at Cisco smiling. No worry lines and long hair. You’d only ever seen him like that in photos.

“Let’s give her a second, Cisco.” Barry told him watching you carefully. His curiosity was evident, but he knew not to be pushy. It was something he struggled teaching you when you were little, “Let’s start with her name.”

“Y/N…” You stared at him, so young and no grey hair. You couldn’t get over how much Malcom looked like dad. Everyone had said so, but you never really noticed, “Where’s Malcom?”

“Whoa…” You started to get up and Barry stepped forward, “stop, you’re not fully healed yet.”

His hand landed on your good shoulder and you felt a surge rush through your arm. His hand recoiled a little as he looked at you shaking it off, “Who is Malcom?”

“He’s…” The feeling of strange kept washing over you. You’ve never had to explain things before…everyone just knew who you were, “…well…my brother…my twin. We were together but then…he launched me to get me out of the blast…”

Barry looked over at Caitlin as you started to cry more, “We’ll help you find him, don’t worry. Can we call anyone for you? Your parents?”

You shook your head, “I think…they’re dead.”

Caitlin couldn’t contain herself anymore, “What? What happened?”

You couldn’t take it. You didn’t know what to do, so you ran. You were a teenager not an adult. How were you supposed to react? You stopped in a hallway sliding down a wall crying. Everyone was gone. Everything…but…

“Hello.” You looked up hearing a deep voice. A man in a wheelchair was stopped a few feet away, “You must be our new friend. What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” You said wiping your face not thinking, “Allen.”

His mouth dropped open a little, “Allen?”

Your eyes got wide, “Uh…no..I…”

“You’re Barry’s daughter?” He moved closer to you. You stood up looking at him, “How?”

“…I…” You stared at him getting a strange sensation in your chest, “I don’t know…he told me to run…and we did…I think…I think he’s dead…”

Harrison looked at you and sighed reaching out taking your hand in between his trying to get you to calm down, “This is a unique situation. From what I can gather you’re about…16?”

“Yeah…” You nodded wiping your face for the hundredth time.

“Which would make your father 9…when he had you.” He smirked, “I think it’s safe to assume you traveled in time. Normally one would try their hardest to not mention this…I’m not sure if we can avoid it in this case. Too much time…and you’re too young to be expected to be held responsible.”

You didn’t know this man, but he seemed like he wanted to help, “I don’t know what to do…dad…and Malcom…”

He could see you getting worked up again, “Okay, deep breath…just…we’ll figure it out. Come with me and we’ll let everyone know. We’ll take it a step at a time.”

You followed behind him rubbing your arm trying to make the pain stop. You felt so alone. Your dad said it had something to do with being a twin…you didn’t know how to be on your own and you empathy didn’t help.

“Oh thank god…” You looked up as you walked back into the hub of STAR Labs. Your dad was leaning over in relief, “You’re fast…I ran around the entire building twice.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Wells beat you to it, “I think we all need to have a discussion and Barry you should sit down.”

Barry looked at him then to you, “Dr. Wells?”

“Just…sit Barry.” He told him and looked back at you, “Everyone…this is Y/N…Allen.”

You stared at Barry watching the slow realization ripple over his features as Cisco spoke aloud, “No…way…”

“Now I understand that this is a sensitive situation.” Dr. Wells looked at them all, “Time is…fractured as it is, but because of how young our guest is I’m making the executive decision to let her tell us what happened. As long a she doesn’t reveal certain facts we should be okay.”

Barry finally took his eyes off you, “…How…” He stopped clearing his throat, “How does that work? How is she here?”

Wells looked at you, “I don’t know…I think we deserve a story, Miss Allen.”

You looked at them all staring at you, “Right …now?”

“Well we’re certainly not going to wait until the events happen again.” Wells smiled at you.

“Uh…I…” You looked at them all and sighed. You shut your eyes taking a deep breath, “Well…I was at school with my brother when the sky turned black…”


So @nycswiftie gave me wonderful AU to write a coliver fic and I didn’t let her down for once also enjoy

Oliver thought everything in his cute little life would feel different once he got diagnosed, but he was wrong. The next morning at work after he’d spent his night with tears and alcohol, he thought everything would have colossally shifted, and that he’d been thrown into a life of enternal dispair and all that jazz.

But there was that same chair at that same desk. Same picture of a a family with more dogs than cousins, more hugs than necessary, more smiles than bickering. Same old unpredictable copy machine right behind his desk.

Same cute boy at work.

Keep reading

drappersky  asked:

Hi, I voted on your new url name though it seems like most people like the one you have :). Could I please get a Senator!Hux Jedi!Ben AU. Anything you want just a light side version of kylux.

Thank you! And of course you can! Although it turns out that I’m really bad at these drabble things. This one is ~700 words. I hope it’s okay (P.S - here’s the first one I started. It got far too long!)

Kylux - Light Side AU - 708 words - AO3


Hux turned, annoyed at being halted in the middle of a downpour. He should have known better than to forego an overcoat - spring weather was notoriously temperamental - and was now paying the price for his optimism. He desperately wanted to make the welcoming doors of the senate building.

“What is–”

A hurtling figure almost collided with him, a wet brown cloak the first thing Hux saw before the deep hood was pushed back just enough to reveal a grinning Jedi. A grinning idiot.

“Here, let me,” Ben Solo said, lifting his arm, and with it his cloak. He held it aloft over Hux’s head, in offering of protection. Well, it would be an offer if Ben didn’t move even closer, giving Hux no choice in the matter. He found himself far too close to the inviting, even if rather damp, smell of the other man, and huffed, trying to find it in himself to be annoyed.

“I’d be inside already if you hadn’t called out,” he pointed out. They started walking by unspoken agreement to the looming building, and Ben shrugged.

“You’d still have gotten wetter before you got there.”

Their pace was slow, Ben holding the cloak a little differently now, tenting the pair. Hux let his hand help keep the thick, wet fabric in place.

“You really should carry a cloak. You know what the weather here is like,” Ben chided, although he sounded rather fond of Hux as he said it, a grin breaking out as he looked over at the other man. “You were hoping for sun again, weren’t you?”

“Shut up,” Hux huffed.

“You were!” Ben smiled. “You really want more freckles, don’t you?”

An arm lowered, causing the cloak to sag, as Ben stood still and brushed his fingers lightly over Hux’s reddening cheek.

“I like the ones you have.”

“Shut up,” Hux bit out, his face now crimson. Ben continued grinning beside him, his mood far brighter than anything else Hux could name.

“I have some free time tomorrow,” Ben continued, ignoring Hux’s words as usual. “Do you think you could take the afternoon off?”

“What for?”

They were approaching the building now, and as they climbed the steps, they paused again, Ben turning to face Hux. He gave a small, dismissive shrug, which told Hux that what Ben wanted was significant to the other man.

“I thought we could take a picnic out on the lake.”

“What if it’s still raining.”

“It won’t be.”

Hux was pretty sure Ben was just guessing, and raised an eyebrow, challenging.

“And even if it is,” Ben added in a rush, “I know somewhere we can go.”

Hux considered him for a moment, and then gave in, finding the pleading brown eyes and soft hopeful smile on Ben’s pleasing features too much to resist.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Ben’s face split into a grin then, his expression lighting up again alarmingly. He then leant in, far too unsteady to be thought of as a Jedi in that moment, and pressed a quick kiss to Hux’s lips.

“I’ll come find you at midday.”

Hux struggled to reply, blinking and simply nodding, his heart rate suddenly far too fast. Something very much like happiness bubbled up within him, and he was sorry to realise that they were actually at the building. Ben had to go.

“Okay,” he said simply, and rather stupidly. Hux was supposed to be a master of words. Nothing intelligent came to mind. He settled on a rather bland: “thanks for the shelter.”

“Anytime,” Ben smiled, already taking half a step back and taking the protection with him. This close to the building, Hux was protected by the eaves. He didn’t need to, but he stood there, giving a small, awkward wave and then watching as Ben turned and ran off into the downpour, quickly disappearing into the distance.

Moments between them were always too few and far between, but they were precious, and despite the way Ben had teased him for his desire to soak up the sun and let his too-pale skin freckle, Hux was smiling to himself.

He was still smiling when, at lunch the following day, Ben appeared in his doorway, the sun shining strongly outside.

anonymous asked:

Prompt (if your looking for them): Oliver helps Felicity find her g-spot/have first orgasm.

You’re the Only (Olicity, High School AU, Explicit)

They were supposed to be studying. That was why she’d come over, because studying was important, and her boyfriend needed all the help he could get. Alright, no, not really, he was one of the smartest people she’d ever met, but he was really bad at applying said smarts to anything related to a passing grade.

The night had started out with good intentions: she’d come over for dinner with the Queens, like she normally did whenever she was over, and they had gone into the library to study. That had lasted about half an hour before Oliver’s wandering fingers were distracting enough for her to forget that there was a math textbook in front of them. Soft kisses over her shoulder and neck had turned into demanding kisses that left her fingers tingling.

They’d been interrupted by the sound of a clearing throat and she’d shoved Oliver back so hard and fast that he’d nearly fallen off his seat.

“We’re heading out to the benefit gala,” Robert said from the entrance of the library, his eyes filled with amusement. “I told your mother that Felicity was heading home now.”

“Oh, right,” Felicity said, gathering her books. “I’ll just be… I’ll go.”

Robert’s only response was to pinch his lips to keep from smiling again before he turned, his loud voice carrying throughout the foyer as he greeted his wife, and then the fanfare of getting her wrap on, the driver announcing the car was ready… and then they left.

“We didn’t get much studying done…” Felicity started as she tucked her books back into her bag. Oliver stopped her when she was about to zip it up, his hand covering hers, his arm wrapping around her hip, pulling her closer, tucking his face into the crook of her neck. “Oliver… I have to go.”

“No, you really don’t,” Oliver had replied, his voice muffled, the start of stubble on his chin and cheeks scratching at her. “They’ll be gone for hours.”

“Your mother thinks I’m going home,” Felicity hissed, and Oliver chuckled.

“Yes, she thinks you are.”

And now here they were, lying on his bed, watching Mission Impossible on his impossibly large television, their hands doing much more than was appropriate for an action film.

Keep reading