i had to punch a pillow

anonymous asked:

Hi hello just curious how hatefuck!Harry and y/n are. Are they together yet, or still pretending to hate each other?

aghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! here’s a continuation to this blurb, i just wrote this rn and im v proud of it!!! anyways i hope u enjoy, here’s my inbox if u wanna give me some feedback bc it means the world to me :-)

It’s been a few weeks and Harry hasn’t gotten a moment alone with you since having been interrupted in his dressing room. He’s frustrated, and contemplates actually wringing Adam’s neck because, seriously, who in the hell could actually time a moment like that so poorly?

Harry had been right on the verge of confessing his feelings to you, only to be cut off. He’d punched his pillow multiple times once he’d gotten back to his hotel room, burying his face in the duvet and screaming until his throat was raw and itchy. He’d then queued up Music and Lyrics on Netflix (because if he couldn’t have you, at least he could watch Hugh Grant have Drew Barrymore–someone deserved to get their happy ending) and turned himself in for a night of self-pity and warm, toasty blankets.

The tour had ended. He’d gone home for the holidays to see his family and to receive some much-deserved relaxation. But throughout his little break, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

God, he was so fucked.

So he thinks it was smart, albeit a little cliché, to have invited everyone over to his home in L.A. just so that he could–hopefully–catch a moment alone with you. He could put Gatsby to shame, he thinks. Hosting a full-blown party just to see one person? Harry could smell the desperation dripping off of him.

You were much prettier than Daisy, though, he had to admit.

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pt1 | pt2 | (ongoing)

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: smut, fluff, slight angst + expecting parents au

word count: 11,035

request: sperm donor ex-boyfriend jimin

description: Okay, maybe in hindsight asking your ex-boyfriend, who you never really got over, to be your sperm-donor wasn’t the brightest of ideas.


six years prior.

“Do you wanna have kids one day?”

Jimin tilted his head as if to ponder the idea before tugging you across the bed until you were leaning against his chest, curious eyes catching your own.  

“Sure, I mean one day. One day, far, far away,” He said, pointing his finger off into the distance jokingly.

You laughed, hand skimming along the back of his neck. “Yeah, me too.”

“Any particular reason why you’re asking?” He said as he began playing with the strands of your hair.

“I dunno,” You shrugged. “We’ve been dating for a long time, just thought that it’s something we should know about each other.”

Jimin nodded, “No, you’re right. It’s kind of something you should figure out before things get too far in the relationship… Guess we waited a bit too long, but we’re on the same page, so that’s good,” He smiled, leaning down to place a short peck against your lips.

“So that means you think that information will be put to good use one day?” You asked, quirking your brow to insinuate.

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#eighth year #angst #bed sharing

Prompts: @the-yellowsubmarine
Author: @queenofthyme

Harry woke up to a half-naked Draco Malfoy standing over his bed. At first, he thought he was still dreaming, that is, until Malfoy called out to him.

“Potter,” came the whispered voice. And then more insistently: “Potter, wake up.”

In Harry’s dreams, Malfoy always called him Harry.

“What the fuck, Malfoy?” Harry said, letting his eyes open properly and take in the full (real) sight of a shirtless Malfoy.  He had been having the most delightful dream in which Malfoy – although known to Harry as Draco in the dream – had confessed his affections to Harry and asked him to take a ride on a unicorn with him into space.

True – Harry was pleased to wake up to the real Malfoy’s naked chest. But it left him with an inconvenient problem beneath the sheets which he couldn’t really take care of with Malfoy staring down at him like that. Well, actually, that was another fantasy of Harry’s, but he expected in the current situation, Malfoy would probably sooner punch him than join in.

“I want to switch beds,” Malfoy announced.

Harry frowned, looking over to Malfoy’s vacant four-poster. The sheets were thrown wide, the pillow on the floor beside it. “Why?”

“There’s something wrong with that bed. I think it’s haunted.”

“You think the bed is haunted?” Harry repeated sceptically.

Malfoy crossed his arms over his (naked!) chest. “Yes.”

“And you want me to sleep in it?”

Malfoy shrugged. “Better you than me.”

“Absolutely not.” Harry rolled away from Malfoy. He was tired. And he wanted to finish his dream.

“So, you believe me that it’s haunted then?” Malfoy asked, the challenge clear in his voice.

“No,” Harry explained into his pillow, “I just don’t see why I should have to be inconvenienced because of your paranoia.”

“You’re already awake, and I’m going to stand here until you agree.”

Harry knew he would too. Malfoy was persistent. And right now he was being a persistent pain in the -

“Fine.” Harry jumped up and scrambled over to the other bed, moving quickly so Malfoy wouldn’t see his flagging but still noticeable erection through Dudley’s old pyjamas. He retrieved the pillow from the floor, readjusted the sheets and settled in. Haunted or not, Harry could tell he was going to have a good sleep now. The bed smelt like Malfoy. That would complement Harry’s dreams nicely.

Malfoy didn’t say anything further - not even a thank you - but Harry heard him settling in as well. Harry wondered if Malfoy had similar thoughts about the smell of Harry’s bed. Probably not.

Sleep came quickly.

Harry was in the Department of Mysteries. At the end of one of the long corridors he saw it: a curtain. Sirius was right behind it. He glided forward. If he could just reach it. A hand pulled him back. Harry turned around to find hundreds of Inferi crawling towards him, the closest one with a grip on his arm that was tightening, bruising his skin, crushing the bone beneath. He tried to scream but all that came out was a hiss.

Harry was in Little Hangleton Graveyard. The tombstones were so large they towered over his head, engravings with big wiry letterings spelt out the names of the dead. Lily Potter. James Potter. Cedric Diggory. Sirius Black. Albus Dumbledore. Hedwig. Dobby. Fred Weasley. Collin Creevey. Remus Lupin. Nymphadora Tonks. Severus Snape. And the last – the biggest tombstone of them all: Tom Marvolo Riddle Junior. Beneath it, the earth was shaking, the dirt crumbling away. The Dark Lord was returning.

Harry was in The Forbidden Forest. A high-pitched laughter rang in his ears. The sky flashed green. The trees were whispering, telling him to turn back, telling him to run. But his feet kept walking forward. The trees grew sparse. He was almost at the clearing. And when he reached it, he was going to die.

Harry woke up in a sweat, his heartbeat threatening to rip the organ from his chest. He threw the sheets away and tried to calm himself with deep breaths, but the scenes from his dreams – no, his nightmares – flashed in front of his eyes over and over again. 

Maybe Malfoy was right – maybe the bed really was haunted.

Harry pulled himself up, dropping his feet to the solid floor and ignoring the heaviness of his head. As soon as he stood up, he felt instantly calmer. He could still remember the nightmares but they were no longer pinning him down with their weight. No longer crawling under his skin. It was no wonder Malfoy wanted to swap beds.

Harry looked over at his own bed. Malfoy was fast asleep. It wasn’t fair that Malfoy got to have the unicorn space dreams (Harry could only presume) in Harry’s bed, while Harry had scary death nightmares in his. He walked over.

“Malfoy.” Harry prodded Malfoy’s side. “Malfoy.”

Malfoy grumbled as he slowly regained consciousness. “Stop it, Potter. I’m sleeping.”

“I want my bed back.”

Malfoy huffed and rolled over to face Harry but he didn’t open his eyes. “I thought you said it wasn’t haunted.”

“I was wrong,” Harry said stiffly. He didn’t much like admitting it, especially not to an ex-rival he currently had the hots for. 

Malfoy smiled, his eyes still closed. “Say that again.”

“I was wrong,” Harry repeated with a tired sigh. “Can I have my bed back now?”

Malfoy opened his eyes, blinking up at Harry slowly. “I’m not going back there.”

“Well, neither am I,” Harry retorted. He didn’t fancy another trip to the Forbidden Forest anytime soon. 

Malfoy rolled back over, turning his back to Harry. “Get in then.”

Harry must have heard wrong. “Excuse me?” He asked Malfoy’s back. 

“Just don’t hog the covers,” Malfoy continued, “and you better not drool in your sleep.”

Harry hesitated, looking back at Malfoy’s abandoned bed by the window. He already knew he wouldn’t be going back there. Not tonight. He suspected someone had cursed it, and he’d already begun planning his revenge for when he found out who, but for now, there wasn’t anything else to do but sleep. And he wasn’t going to get much on the floor.

Not to mention, the thought of sleeping with – well, sleeping next to – Malfoy was all kinds appealing. Scary, and awkward and embarrassing of course. But still: very appealing.

He climbed into the bed slowly, careful not to accidentally touch or jostle Malfoy in any way. He didn’t want to seem like he was taking advantage of the situation. He had no idea what Malfoy thought about it. Thought about him.

Harry managed to orient himself in bed so no part of his body was touching Malfoy’s. True - it left him almost falling off the side, but it was a minor discomfort. A necessity to keep a healthy, platonic space between him and Malfoy.

When Harry fell asleep, he was pleased to return to a journey of unicorn space travel with Draco.

But it was nothing compared to waking up the next morning with Malfoy, the real Malfoy, snuggled into his chest, an arm tightly clinging to his torso.

And that, in turn, was nothing compared to when Malfoy sniffled in his sleep and mumbled: “Hmmm, Harry.”

Perhaps he wouldn’t be seeking revenge on whoever cursed Malfoy’s bed after all. 

Part Two: #eighth year #cuddles #first time

more like this l @queenofthyme

(This won’t end well…)

U////U anywho, a smol bday present for the ever lovely @fetchmythings / @mini-toaster . She came up with this crazy idea and it went downhill from there.

It was gonna happen at some point or another. This pillow design is so wrong, it’s right. Have a Happy Birff Day, chic :y

Saitama & Genos © ONE and Yusuke Murata 

Art © Jellybobsensei (aka @anjelzjelly129)


I’ve read so many fics lately my heart has been bursting with feels and i hAVE to share them with you! The writers below, god I love every single one of them and hope my writing is as good as theirs one day!!!

But in no particular order, here we go!

(** = favorites)


OK but honestly now, there’s a whole lot more so I recommend just following her and binge-reading her stuff cause they’re all so fluffy and heartwarming and gahhhhhh. Traci. You da girl. 


This scenario made me feel all kind of ways after I finished it. It was one of those fics that I couldn’t just forget. Her writing is absolutely beautiful and it’s like I’m reading poetry. 


  • run (college au) **
  • grow (fantasy au)

ok yes I’m aware that both of them are yoongi scenarios yes I’m yoongi trash ok? ok but god…dreamscript and your writings…FRICKING A+


no its not smut. It’s actually one of the cutest, most adorable jimin scenario’s ive ever read and I’m not joking, I legit squealed.


(is it just me or did I seriously just rec all her fics that start with an m….)



  • give you the world (streetartist au) **
    • God. GOD. THIS ONE. tHIS ONE IS BY FAR one of the best fics I’ve read. It held so much emotion and the plot was beautiful and honestly the story just felt so real to me, I’m amazed. Jen, you are the definition of writer goals. I LOVE YOU! <3


  • dearly beloved (2 parts) (READ IT) **
    • *SCREAMS* is an accurate represenation of me the whole time I read this, goshhhhhh Jimin scenarios are honestly my weakness and tie in the whole “I hate you and you hate me but I actually love you but my pride and ego won’t allow for that ha nope” 

@exoticarmy127 **

Yes I just gave her actual account stars because I have read (I’m not joking) every single one of her stories and loved every single one like her writing is beyond this universe and yet it’s so simple and beautiful at the same time. I can even say that Kaye was the reason I wanted to start writing because I wanted to be able to read my works one day and say that “i wrote that” and that wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for Kaye. THANK YOU SO MUCH KAYE for being an inspiration, an amazing and beautifully talented writer who manages to blow my mind every single time. 

For my followers who don’t know her, don’t even hesitate to read her works cause you will love them, a 100% guarantee from me. BUT I’ve still managed to compile my favorites from her writing below (probably the most difficult thing I’ve had to do lol)

  • cold & hold me tight 
    • these two were one the first scenarios I read of Kaye’s and they had pulled me in asdfghjkl it was just so cute and so angst and so ajdnififisn
  • as promised 
    • daddy taehyung has got me weak in my feels. 
  • you, me, & the little things in between 
    • I think I cried a good bit with this cause my heart was too fragile for all the angst and cutesyness. 
  • laws of motion and attraction
    • low and behold the holy grail of Kaye’s work. This one was a rollercoaster of emotions and there were surprises at every single chapter that I had never anticipated and in a honestly, this was a real piece of art. 

BUT that’s all for now guys! Once I read any more, I’ll definately update the list and let you in on the great fics floating around on tumblr. But if you guys have any recommendations for me ( I AM OPEN TO ANYTHING SEND ME ANYTHING I LOVE ANYTHING ), just drop them in my ask or message me and we can fangirl about it together once I read it hahaha! 

Hope you guys enjoy the list and don’t forget to check out the other works of these writers too! They’re all amazing and truly talented!


Originally posted by ksjknj

Every Second of Everyday (Dan Howell x Reader)

Originally posted by shinyphan

Hey guys! I’m finally on break and finals are over! (thank lord jesus) so now I will be posting a lot more than I have been so I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

xxx Megan


Dan’s POV

 I miss her every second of everyday. I can’t help but wonder what she is doing and most nights I end up punching a pillow or screaming at the top of my lungs thinking about how I treated her. Thinking about how she left one night in tears. Thinking about the disgusting words that left my mouth that I would constantly throw her way. Guilt couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling that was devouring me when I thought about the fear in her eyes every time we were argue. 

 Y/N had left 2 years ago. I could never blame her though. I treated her with such disgrace and constantly regret everything I did to her. At first we were fine, an average happy couple, but then my career exploded and stress was running my life. And unfortunately I would take out all my stress and anger on her. Every night we bickered about something for a good 3 months. Then the bickering formed into top of the lungs screaming at each other until one of us ended in tear or had lost the will to fight anymore. The worst part is she was the one who stopped almost every single time. She was the one trying to desperately fix us and put us back together. And me being the dick I was just decided to ignore her and push her even farther. The night I came home and saw our bedroom only filled with my stuff didn’t surprise me at all. Hell I wasn’t even upset. That was until about a month later where I found the letter in her old underwear drawer.


 I bet you will either throw this in the bin, set it on fire or not even bother to read it but yet here I am writing it anyway. I’m tired. Dan I’m so tired of you complaining about shit and not even realize that the most important thing was broken. Dan Howell I love you so much and I feel like I always will but you are not willing to fight for the most valuable thing in my life. Us. If you’re not going to try to fight then I guess I should just give up too. I know it’s a shitty thing to just pack up and leave but I was already bawling writing this and I have to leave. If I talk to you in person you will make me stay and I can’t keep doing this. We’re broken. I’m broken. I’m done and so is our relationship. I can’t say I wouldn’t miss you holding me or kissing me or even looking at me cause we both know I’d be lying but I am doing this for you. You’re obviously caught up in work right now and I know how much stress and frustration you have bottled up and I know I’m just an obstacle in the way. I love you so much baby and I hope you have a good life without me getting in the way.

xxx Y/n

 I punched a hole in my wall that day. Anger filled my veins at the thought of her crying over an asshole like me, making her think she was justing getting in the way of my life. I loved her with everything I had and still do and yet I left her feeling broken and worthless. I miss her every second of every day. 

 I was currently laying in my bed, alone, staring at a picture of a beautiful couple. It was a tall, dark haired boy smiling down at a perfect girl with y/h/c. He gazed at her lovingly as her eyes were squeezed shut with a wide opened mouth on her face laughing at a dorky joke the boy had tolded her moments before. This was my favorite picture of us. We both looked so innocent and in love. So happy. My thoughts were interrupted as there was knock on my bedroom door.

 “Dan?” I heard Phil questioned on the other side of the door.

 “Yes?” I spoke weakly as I heard the door creak slightly. I heard a sigh escape his lips ashe walked over to me removing the photo from my hands.

 “Still thinking about y/n?” He spoke quietly as I nodded slightly. He frowned slightly looking at the picture shaking his head slightly. Y/n and Phil were so close when we were dating. Besides me she would tell Phil everything but since the letter neither of us had seen her. 2 years she had walked out of our lives and yet both of us remember it like it was just yesterday. Phil shook his head setting the frame down as he gave me a small smile. “Wanna go to the store with me? Get your head off things?” Nothing could make me stop thinking about her. 

 “Sure Phil.” I smiled slightly as I sat up from the bed.

Your POV

 I strolled down aisle 3 searching for eggs. pushing my cart slowly.  My eyes scanned as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I grabbed it quickly answering the phone call, not glancing at the caller ID already knowing who was calling. 

 “Hi honey.” I spoke still looking for the eggs.

 “WHERE ARE YOU?” His phone boomed through the phone causing me to wince slightly

 “A-at the store. We ran out of eggs and the recipe calls for 2…”

 “You knew all my colleagues were coming over at 7 and I told you to have dinner ready by then!” Ryan’s voice was demanding and loud as I reached down finally finding a carton of eggs.

 “All of it’s done except for the cake you specifically asked for!” I spoke harshly into the phone setting the cartons in the cart.

 “Don’t you dare use that tone with me young lady.” He hushed into the phone causing me to roll my eyes.

 “Okay Dad I’m gonna go now see you at home.” I hung up before he could say anything else. Ryan was my fiance, a well paid, intelligent doctor who thinks he is better than anyone who is younger or earns less money than him. Me being 2 years younger and a mediocre photographer makes him feel twice as powerful towards me. We had been dating for a year and a half and to say we weren’t in love with each other is an understatement. The only reason we were getting married was because his parents loved me and told him to “claim me”. Being the suck up he is of course he proposed. And me being the most awkward person just happened to say yes. I was so busy trying to place my phone back in my pocket I didn’t realize I was walking I ran face first into someone’s chest.

 “Sorry about that love.” A thick british accent spoke causing my breath to hitch. I’d know that voice anywhere. 

 I lifted my head up slightly to look at the stranger’s face as I met a pair of two familiar brown eyes.


Dan’s POV

 “D-Dan?” Her voice squeaked out causing me to freeze. It was her. Here. RIght in front of me.

 “Y-n?” She gave me a polite smile as she looked down at her feet, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, biting her lip, like she always did when she was nervous. I just wanted to pull her lip from her teeth and kiss her. But I’ll I could do was shuffle awkwardly and place my hands in my pockets.

 “H-how you been?” She asked quietly as her beautiful y/e/c eyes met mine once again.

 “I’ve been better…” I gulped as I saw a streak of guilt fill her eyes. “How about you? How are your photos doing?” She smiled slightly as she nodded slightly.

 “I finally got a job. Somebody saw one of the pictures and fell in love with it so they asked me to join their company.” I grinned at her happily. She had always been struggling trying to get her dream job but I had always told her she could do it. That was until all we did was fight…

 “See! I told you you could do it!” I spoke happily causing her to giggle. Oh how I had missed that sound. “What picture was it?” I saw her face freeze before she whispered 

 “The one of you and I…” I opened my mouth to speak when I heard another voice chime in.

 “Dan I found the… y/n?!” I heard y/n squeal as I saw her jump into Phil’s arms


 I felt a pain in my heart as I watched them hug before she pulled away. Phil looked at her gleaming as he suddenly noticed something that I hadn’t.

 “Are you engaged…?” My eyes immediately darted to her left ring finger where a sparkling diamond ring sat. No. I thought to myself. She can’t be. That should be MY engagment for her. I felt my heart physically break as nausea took over my stomach as I saw her nod slowly. She looked down at her finger before looking up to meet Phil’s gaze again. I felt my eyes become glossy as I looked down at my shoes rapidly blinking trying to keep from crying. Phil seemed to notice my pain as he quickly spoke up. 

 “Congratulations! Well Dan and I should be headed out. We have a bunch of editing to do tonight and we have to watch some new anime episodes as such.” I looked up to see y/n gazing at me sadly as she nodded understandingly. She pulled Phil into another tight hug before turning to me and opening her arms slightly. I wrapped my arms around her petite figure as she hugged me tightly. Her vanilla perfume filled my nostrils as she squeezed me tightly. She pulled away slightly before waving a small wave smiling a little. 

 “Bye guys.” Her sweet voice filled my ears one last time before I saw her turn and continue walking the opposite way. I felt a small tear fall from my eye as Phil placed a hand on my shoulder squeezing in reassurance. 

 “I’m sorry Dan….” He spoke softly causing me to shake my head and wipe my tears.

 “Don’t be…” I spoke, “I’m the one who left her go…”

Your POV

 The radio quietly played in the background as I drove to Ryan and I’s apartment. My mind screaming Dan’s name over and over again. I had never gotten over him and the disappointment in his eyes when finding out I was engaged broke my heart. As I pulled into the parking lot of the apartments I felt my mind become cloudy when I tried to think about why I was with Ryan and not Dan. Dan and I had so much in common while Ryan and I were polar opposites. Ryan didn’t have the sense of humor like Dan did. Ryan didn’t care for me like Dan did. And even though all Dan and I did was fight and bicker, at the end of the day, I didn’t love Ryan the way I loved Dan. I carried the bags of ingredients up to the apartment where I opened the door to reveal multiple doctors and nurses filling up the living room. Sophisticated conversations were being spoken as laughter filled the room. I dropped the bags on the table causing a few to glance over at me and Ryan to notice my arrival.

 “Took you long another! Everyone I would like to introduce you to my friend y/n!” I stared at him blankly

 “Fiance.” I spoke angrily only causing Ryan to roll his eyes and nod softly before grunting out 

 “Yes… my future wife.” I scoffed before turning back to unload the bags when something caught my eye. The walls were empty. Nothing was hung or displayed on any wall of the house,

 “Ryan!” I spoke loudly over the voices making everyone go silent and turn their attention towards me once again.  

 “What?!” He spoke harshly, obviously annoyed by me interrupting his company for a second time.

 “Where did my pictures go?”

 “What pictures?”  


 A snotty brunette then piped up.

 “Job? Ryan I thought you said she was a lawyer not a picture taker.”

 “Photographer.” I gritted my teeth trying to calm my anger before turning my attention back to Ryan. “First you don’t want to announce me as your fiance and now you’re embarrassed by my job?!” I shrieked angrily as Ryan just chuckled. 

 “Y/n, I have a very important job and so do all these people. I didn’t feel telling them about your hobbies.” I felt my blood boil as he spoke.

 “Well you know what. I’m sorry I didn’t graduate from a fancy college with a perfect GPA. I’m sorry I don’t make as much money as all of your “perfect” friends but I’m not fucking sorry for who I am or what I enjoy doing. I like my “unimportant” job thank you and I know lots of people who support me.”

 “Oh yeah like who?” 

 “Like Dan…” 

 “Seriously y/n?! You’re bringing up that loser again! He doesn’t do anything either. Worthless piece of….”

 “Don’t you dare finish that sentence Ryan…” I spoke in a low, demanding voice. “Plus I know one thing Dan has that you will never EVER get.”

 “Oh yeah what’s that?”

 I looked down at my ring before sliding it off my finger and slamming it on the table “My heart.”

 “Y/n you’re gonna regret this…” I shook my head staring at him dead in the eye

 “Actually this is the best decision I’ve ever made. Have fun at your fucking party Ryan.” I pushed through the crowd grabbing my keys and open the door as I hear Ryan call from behind me.

 “You walked out that door y/n you can never come back. Do you hear me?! You can just send someone to get all your shit.” I stopped dead in my tracks before calling back.

 “Gigi will be here tomorrow to pick it up.” As I walked out slamming the door. I quickly rushed down the stairs as I reached my car hopping in and rushing down the street driving to the first place that popped into my head…

Dan’s POV

 “Phil make some popcorn!” I shouted from the living room as I searched through the TV for the episode we were gonna watch when I was interrupted by a knock at the door. Who would be delivering something at this hour I thought as I slowly stood up and walked down the stairs. I reached the door unlocking it slowly to be met with a petite girl. Tears filled her y/e/c eyes as her y/h/c hair was tangled slightly. I opened my mouth slightly as I stared at her standing at my door. I never thought I would something as beautiful as this moment. Even with her ratty hair and her makeup slightly smudged under her eyes she still managed to be the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. I felt a smirk creep on my lips before I let out one of my remarks trying to lighten the mood.

 “Long time no see.” She giggled under her breath before I heard her mumble.

 “God I’ve missed you.” Before I could respond I felt her grab my shirt and tug me toward her. I felt her moist lips connected with my slightly chapped lips as the taste of her cherry chapstick invade my mouth. My hands found her waist as I tugged her inside with my closing the door by pushing her back against it. I tugged on her bottom lip as I pulled away smiling. She giggled resting her forehead on mine as I whispered.

 “I thought you were engaged?”

 “I was.” I grinned before reconnecting our lips

 I missed her every second of everyday. That was until she was mine again. I ended up marrying that girl. To ensure, that I wouldn’t have to miss her anymore.

I never meant to make you cry.

Originally posted by lance91leroy

This is a blurb inspired by this post by @secret-rendezvous1d, thank you so much or letting my write this! 

A blurb about a dinner where you flip out at Anne and are left to deal with the consequences. 

You had never been someone to yell at others or start pointless arguments, you could let most things go easily and move on, you knew this and everyone at your house sitting at the table celebrating Harrys tour selling out in Europe knew this too. You were all sitting around the table, yourself and Harry, Gemma and her partner and Anne and the conversation had shifted to grandchildren, you inwardly groaned and tried to avoid the conversation allowing Gemma to talk about their plans to have a few kids now they were married. Your eyes avoided that of those at the table, busying yourself with trying to clean some of the plates at the table, your heart sunk when Anne had said your name and asked you when you were going to give her grandchildren. You looked up and smiled slightly as she started talking about what your children would look like, if they would have Harrys eyes or yours, wether they would be tall like him or short like you. She had looked over to you and asked if you had thought about it and said if you hadn’t you should, “ you wont be able to have children forever my dear” she had said before launching back into various details about your hypothetical children lives, their appearances, their features and accents, things you had thought about continuously, things you and Harry had spoken about as you waited for pregnancy tests and being disappointed when they were negative. You hadn’t meant to scream at her to shut up, you hadn’t meant to slam down the bowl of peas you were holding or to yell at her to mind her own business and that you knew you wouldn’t be young forever and you knew she’d love to have grandchildren because she told you all the time. You hadn’t mean to slam the door to your bedroom so hard you could hear the photo frames on the walls rattle or sit against the door and sob into your arms. Truth be told you and Harry had been trying for the better half of a year to give Anne a grandchild, to have a baby that looked like you and Harry to love and care for, you’d spent the year trying for a baby unsuccessfully in and out of fancy specialists, getting blood drawn, crying over pregnancy tests, seeing fertility doctors and all they could tell you that you were physically fine, and yet a year on and you and Harry had nothing to show for. You had decided not to tell anyone you were trying for a baby, you didn’t want the added pressure onto of what you were putting on yourself, you had been more strict on keeping it a secret after two phantom pregnancies and a miscarriage at the beginning of the year that broke you so much you didn’t known if you could continue to try. So you knew you were out of line for yelling at Anne especially when you could hear her crying downstairs as Harry comforted her, he would be furious at you for the way you spoke to Anne. Despite being married for almost 4 years you’d never seen Harry be more protective over anyone as much as his mother, he never let anyone mistreat her or speak to her rudely, especially when it was his wife, but you wanted nothing more than to have a baby that you just lost it because you couldn’t stand hearing all those things out loud, couldn’t stand the questions of when you were having a baby, because you were trying so damn hard.

You had stayed in your room or the rest of the night, you couldn’t face anyone yet especially not Anne and Harry, despite knowing everyone was staying overnight to wait to hear if the US tour had sold too and that you would see them in the morning right not you just couldn’t do it. You had heard everyone head off to bed as you stayed in the same place in the corner of your room the whole time, next to a box of things you’d both brought for your future child, you had been stupid you thought to buy toys for a child who hadn’t existed yet and despite the sobs that rippled through your body as you held them hope was still present in your heart for a child of your own.  The door had opened letting light into the dark room that was only lit by a small lamp next to your bed, you knew it was Harry by the heavy footsteps that had come up the stairs and especially when he had slammed the door causing you to jump slightly.
“ Yeh owe my mother an apology” he spoke standing at the end of your bed a few meters from you even in the poorly lit bedroom you could see he was angry you didn’t speak to him just nodded scared for the fight that was inevitable at this point.
“Got nothing to say now huh? After you screamed at my mother to shut up and to mind her own business” Harry hardly ever yelled at you but the tone of his voice was filled with enough venom that you could feel the tears welling up again. 
“ What was I suppose to say Harry! Tell her I have been trying to give her grandchildren, that-that I’m filling my body with hormones and getting poked and jabbed at the doctors, that having sex with you is almost a daily chore and that I can hardly look at you with children because it hurts so much and that everyday I loose hope to ever having a baby with you and it hurts so much that having someone tell me that I wont be able to have children forever is enough to make me scream”  you were standing now and couldn’t help the tears that poured down your face or the fact you were shaking almost uncontrollably.
“ You were suppose to tell her that we were trying, not have so little respect for the woman who raised me and ruin everyones night by being a fucking brat” You were sure the hole house could hear your yelling now, you were practically screaming over each other at this point.
“ You will be lucky if she speaks to you again, what happened out there wasn’t right! You weren’t my wife there, you were unfair and harsh to her cruel even! My mother is a strong woman and it takes a lot to make her cry and you did” His words felt like a punch to the gut, you had always looked up to Anne as a strong woman and you felt terrible for what you had done to the woman who had taken you in with open arms, who had held you as you broke when your own mother had died and always kept you sane when Harry was on tour on the other side of the world and now you’d gone and treated her so terribly.
“ I cant even look at you, get out” he spoke walking towards the door before opening it and throwing a pillow and a blanket from the bed to the hallway, you felt like an animal who’d been sent outside after being naughty.
“ Harry please” you cried walking towards him grabbing his hand only for him to yank it away from yours almost in what looks like disgust.
“ I said get out!”

You had stood in the hallway your bedroom door locked closed you were trying to hold your cries in but your sobbing was probably loud enough now that there was no way anyone in the house could not hear you. You had grabbed your blanket and pillow and headed to the lounge room, your cries not slowing at all as you walked through the pitch black house, you couldn’t even work up the energy to place the bedding onto the couch and instead you curled up into a ball on the soft material on the floor and let out the cries you’d been holding in. You weren’t sure how long you had laid there with your eyes closed shut before a light above you was turned on and Annes all too familiar perfume filled the air as she sat next to you on the floor.
“ Come here my darling, it’s okay” her arms brought you into her chest where you wrapped your arms around her like a small child crying as she patted your hair shushing you.
“ I-I’m s-sorry Anne, I was so rude” you could hardly get words out you were so hysterical.
“ I know your sorry my dear, If id known I would’ve never pushed you like that” You didn’t understand how she could be so lovely to you despite you reaction to her earlier.
“ I never meant to make you cry”  You laid there for a while in silence, your sobs and cries becoming less frequent while she continued to rub your back in a soothing motion.
“ Harrys hates me” you spoke quietly a while later you had sat up on the couch now the two of you still sitting close together.
“ I know my son love, he’s upset and angry, but he could never hate you” Something about her words reassured you a bit, but you knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

You and Anne had spoken for about an hour after that you apologised a dozen of times and she assured you continuously she forgave you. You walked silently back to your room and opened the door to see Harry laying facing away from you on his phone the light illuminating the otherwise dark room. You didn’t know what to say to him, you wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms and for him to hold you and kiss your head goodnight, but you weren’t stupid enough to realise it wasn’t that easy. Your head reeled with thoughts that you’d go near him and he’d tell you to get out, that he hated you and that he didn’t love you, and although you knew they were in your head, it didn’t stop the fear from creeping up, You pulled your clothes off replacing it with one of his shirts from the floor and placed the pillow he’d thrown out for you on the bed softy not wanting to disturb your husband too much.
“ I said I didn’t want to see you” his words weren’t laced with anger this time but he still stayed facing away from you as you pulled back the blankets and slipped in facing your back to his.
“ Do you still love me?” your words were softer than you thought they’d come out, your voice had cracked at the end and you were almost scared to hear his answer. He turned around in the bed to face your back you couldn’t see him but his brows were furrowed at why you would ask such a question.
“ I will always love you, you drive me crazy y/n, and sometimes you make so mad that I say harsh things but I love you” his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you in close and he placed a kiss on your head.
“ I hope our babies are like your mum, strong and forgiving” You wrapped your hands in his kissing his knuckles softy, you would never have thought that night would result to anything good, but in a few months time you laid in that same position and said the same sentence this time 5 months pregnant.

This is one of my favourite pieces Ive written so I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did. Please reblog if you liked it, it helps my little blog out a lot. Feel free to request things it makes me super happy! x ohsweetkiwi 

Jimin’s runaway daughter. pt.4

Jimin’s DaughterAU!

Genre: Angst

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.4] [pt.5 Finale]

Warning: Sensitive Content (mentions of abuse; read at own risk)

Originally posted by ciutae

This morning was somewhat peaceful, in comparison to other days anyway. Dad was here to stay for breakfast and maybe even lunch before he had to head out for late rehearsals again. Now, I say somewhat peaceful because mum would still give me death glares when dad wasn’t looking and when I was helping out in the kitchen, and mum would walk into me on purpose and because she did it as I had a knife in my hand, I ended up cutting my finger. Yelping out in pain, I dropped the knife I was holding. I turned and saw dad looking at me as he walked over to me.

“What happened?” He asked me, with concern in his eyes and a glint of something else. Something else that I couldn’t read. Mum rushed over from behind me at this moment calling out in panic.

“Baby, what happened?” The fakeness in her voice was thick, but only I would notice that.

“Grab the first aid box.” Dad said to mum, not taking his eyes away from my bleeding finger.

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“I bet your dad is as much a loser as you are-UNF”

The sound the boy created was one of air being forced from his lungs as a small fist  forced it’s way to his diaphragm.

The kid doubled over and started coughing as his friends came in to push away at the short boy with brown curly hair.

“You fuckface!”

The next few minutes was full of grunts and yells as the kid they were picking on suprisingly held his own against three bigger kids than him. But it was just a matter of time when the punches started to descend, and he finally fell to the ground.


The pile on paused at the voice. Yelling, insults. Then the three kids were gone and not a second later worried hands were on the downed kid, gently checking for any serious injuries.

“Max, are you alright? Do you feel any pain anywhere? I can call an ambulance-”

“I’m fine.” Max moved off his side and started to sit up. David’s hand came up instinctly to help the boy but he brushed it away with his arm.

“I said I’m fine. Those idiots don’t know how to punch a pillow let alone me.”

Despite the situation, David smiled, but didn’t back away from the kid.

“You’re so tough, Max. But really now, are those boys bullying you? I got a good look at their faces, but if you know their names-”

“It doesn’t matter.” David looked down to see Max rub below his eye. Whatever the fight was about, it seemed to have rubbed him the wrong away. David could tell that something had deeply upset Max. Sure he could be a provocative kid who didn’t hold back his opinion from others, but perhaps it had been something else to cause this fight.

David straightened up to

“…I have to say, for three against one , those boys looked pretty banged up! I didn’t see one, not three, but two black eyes!”

A grin crossed Max’s face, still facing away from his adopted father.

“Yea, well, like I said, they were chumps.” He shrugged. “If I had Nikki with me it wouldn’t even be a fair fight.”

“Boy do I know that.” David then kneeled down, procuring a band aid from his pocket. Taking one of Max’s arms, he began to apply it to one of the cuts,  more likely procured from the fall then the beat up.

“Say Max, the next time you want to rough house it, maybe come get some help first?”

“What, like from you?”

“Well I can certainly help try to calm things-”

“Right, just like I thought.”

“….Or I’m not above helping dispel unruly characters by force.”

“I don’t you could even handle a pinch let alone a punch.”

“Hey! You know, I got stabbed twice in the hand, and I only cried for ten minutes for each!”

Max couldn’t help but chuckle, sitting up more as David put on a couple more bandaids. “Huh, I guess even with your blubbering, that was pretty badass. Those assholes would cry for weeks.”

“L- uh, Max, how about we go and get some ice cream.”

“…alright, but you’re paying.”

“Of course! That’s what parental types do, right?”

“…pfft, you're  a nerd.”

David took Max below both armpits and helped him back on his feet with ease.  Max crossed his arms infront of him, absentmindedly picking at the bandaids on his arms.

“Anything else you want to talk about, Max?”

Max glanced up at David then back away.
He thought back on just why he snapped in the first place.

“Naw, just thinking about what kind of ice cream I want. Rocky road or superman?”

“Why not both?”

“That’s disgusting, dad.”

It slipped out but the two didn’t even bat an eye. It wasn’t the first time. And once they were out onto the street with barely anyone around, Max’s hand somehow found its way up to grip David’s.

At least until they were in sight of the ice cream parlor.

Edit: Holy shit I did not expect to get this much attention.

Just wanted to say this drabble was also inspired by a doodle by @themarleymango They don’t have it up quite yet but go follow for future camp camp content! And more!

anonymous asked:

I love your rivals stuff! What about rivals who wake up after getting married while drunk the night before?

1) “This is your fault!”
“How can you possibly say this is my fault!?”
“You proposed.”
“You said yes! What’s wrong with you?” 

2) “I think I’m going to throw up.”
“Yeah, being married to you is nauseating.”
“I meant because of that last tequila shot you prick!” 

3) “…so I think we need to talk.” 
“Can’t you just smother me to death instead?” 
“We both know that, even drunk, nobody marries someone they completely hate.” 
“Are you accusing me of liking you?” 
“Accusing!” they spluttered. “No. I’m saying I like you, you-” Maybe they should have just smothered their rival to death instead. Their head hurt. They lurched to their feet, before their rival caught their wrist. 
“Wait. I think - yeah. We do need to talk. You like me?”
“I mean, right this second I kinda want to punch you in the face.” 

4) “…Well, I maintain that my proposal was better and that I, therefore, win.”
Their rival hit them in the face with the pillow.

5) “Did you mean what you said, yesterday?” the protagonist asked softly. The hangover headache had faded, helped along by copious glasses of water, two paracetamol and their rival’s fingers soothing along their scalp. 
“Yes. The marriage was probably a mistake so quickly, because you deserve better than a Vegas trash wedding, but…yes. You’re remarkable.”
The protagonist swallowed, throat thick, and buried their face in their rival’s…partner’s…neck. “Just because we’re married now don’t think I’m going to go easy on you.” 
The other laughed. 
They probably should get it annulled though. 

Falling for you

This is a gift for @avelyst who came with this genius idea of Chat sneaking in Mari’s room and Mari decking him. 

Chat Noir took a deep breath as he opened the skylight to Marinette’s room. Now, one may wonder why he did that. Well, there is a funny little story. Earlier that day they had been at Marinette’s place, working on homework. Which was a wonderful experience of bonding and mutual suffering. Only if Adrien didn’t use most of the time to write Ladynoir fanfiction. And after they were done, he had to rush out because otherwise, he would have been late to the piano practice. And he forgot the page with Ladynoir fanfiction on it. And he wanted to get it back before Marinette reads it. If she hadn’t read it already. It would have been bad if Marinette discovered it, given how much she didn’t ship Ladynoir. He glanced down to make sure Marinette was asleep. Her blanket was thrown off entirely, she was sleeping in a position that looked rather painful and she was drooling. Yes, certainly in deep sleep. Now time to be as sneaky and smooth as his alias.

What he didn’t take in consideration was the fact that he just managed to be as unlucky as his alias. Which, he certainly was given he managed to trip over himself and falling over Marinette’s sleeping body. For a few seconds, he didn’t move and neither did she. Chat almost thought she kept sleeping even thought that. But before he got the chance to thank his lucky stars, he was decked in the face.

“Wait, I’m… “

He didn’t have the chance to answer as he was hit with a pillow multiple times. By the time the pillow attack ended, Chat was so dizzy he didn’t even register a piece of cloth being shoved in his mouth. What he did notice however was being lifted up and thrown over the side of Marinette’s loft. And just when he thought he would face plant the floor and wake up the whole building, Marinette caught him by the tail and left him hanging over.

“What do you… mon dieu, Chat Noir?!”

He was immediately yanked back and fell on his back on the bed. Marinette immediately began fussing over him.

“Oh my god, Chat, I’m so sorry for punching you in the face and hitting you with a pillow and gaging you and… “ she squeaked, realizing he still had that piece of cloth shoved in his mouth. She took it out and threw it aside.

“I’m so sorry. Chat?”

His green eyes were fixed on her. “You have one hell of a right hock, Princess.”

“Are you bruised? I can bring you some ice if you need. My God, Chat, don’t you ever sneak up on me like that, I could have seriously hurt you and… hold on.” she narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing sneaking up in my room in the middle of the night?”

Chat pulled the best innocent look he could muster.

“You see, it is quite aa funny story.”

Marinette crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh, I’m simply dying to hear it.”

Chat gulped. He was fucked.

Colored Pills (Richie/Eddie) 1/5

Definition of Amaranthine

1: undying

2: dark purplish-red


Edward Kasprak has no friends, and this does not surprise him. Richie Tozier has 5, and that surprises everyone (Except all of the friends who love him and would do anything for him.) Eddie’s mom cares too much, Richie’s too little and both of their fathers are gone in some capacity or another.

In a life stuck in black and white, their mental health both in tatters, colored pills are supposed to save them.

But maybe, if they try hard enough, they can save each other instead.


Bad Language, depression, mental illness’, ANGST, fluff, homophobic slurs


Hi, so this my first tumblr fic, and I’m excited slash nervous. If anyone wants to ever be on a taglist, and i have one so far, I am willing to add. Comments are so appreciated. This is also if Pennywise was never real, and the boys are 17. I really hope you like it, and I hope I post this right because I have no clue what I’m doing. Thank you!

In Derry, Maine or rather everywhere on Earth, people had soulmates.

When you first see your soulmate, when you meet them and touch them, your world turned from black and white to color.

In Derry, your soulmate was the person you had to be with, no question, and if you weren’t with them then you were outcasted, but most people wanted to be with their soulmates anyways, and they were with them from the moment they met them.

For example, when Bill Denborough met Stanley Uris, because he had accidentally bumped into him, the world turned to color.

Bill had just jumped back, and Stan stood there, shocked.

The boys, at the age of ten, had found their soulmate.

Things like this weren’t uncommon, like when Ben and Beverly brushed hands at the library and when Ben saw color he became so excited he just kissed Beverley right then and there.

Or when Mike met Alice, and he knew before they touched and she thought he was crazy so he just grabbed her hand and everything turned into color and she screamed.

These things were normal and expected.

And there were the two boys who hadn’t met.

Eddie had a system.

He would get up, take a shower, brush his teeth, get dressed, and eat.

Then he would do the whole thing over again, flicking the lights twice as he entered or left a room and turning everything on twice.

He would lock the door twice, make his bed twice, turn off the water twice.

Edward Kaspbrak did everything twice and he did that because he had a case of moderate OCD.

As for Richie, his predicament was different but just as debilitating.

The losers club, which were what Richie’s friends Bill, Stan, Beverley, Mike, and Ben, called themselves, had been calling themselves since they had become a group.

They were the ones who noticed something was off with Richie. One day he would be running at 4 in the morning, getting shit done, kicking everyone’s ass and just as quickly the next day, he wouldn’t talk or eat or get out of bed no matter how much you coerced him.

He also talked of the clown, the one that no one else saw or heard.

But all of that was common in people with bipolar disorder, the mood swings, the hallucinations which felt so real, the suicidal thoughts.

Only problem was, Richie had no clue he was even bipolar

His mom didn’t care, she was a drunk and a bitch. His father didn’t care because he was never even home.

But then, when Richie councilor noticed that Richie would either be unable to keep his attention in class or he just wasn’t there, his parents cared because they had to pay attention to him, and whatever problem he probably had.

So go deal with it, they sent him away to some fucking medical center that he was going to spend a year in.

And this was when Richie and Eddie would meet and they’re world would translate it to something bright and colorful.

And it was going to suck for them both.

Pennywise had an annoying obsession with red balloons, and Richie of course couldn’t see the color red but after knowing that was what the clown carried with him, he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to see it. Pennywise would carry the stupid ass balloons around with him, and he would make this creepy smile through his face paint, and Richie hated it.

Richie’s fear of clowns definitely stemmed from the dancing clown who followed him around.

The clown, Pennywise, also liked eating children.

“Richie.” Pennywise chuckled, watching as Richie sat in his bed, which was encapsulated in the small white room he now resided in.

Richie turned his head to look away from the ball he had been previously smacking against the wall and looked at the clown.

“Pennywise.” Richie mulled in response before the ball hit the wall again with a thud and then landed back into Richie’s hand.

“You want a balloon? That would cheer you up wouldn’t it!” The clown gave a high pitched laugh before extending his arm forwards, balloon in hand.

Richie had to fight the urge to punch the clown in the face.

It was in this moment, the one right before Richie yelled, the Eddie turned the corner with his freshly washed blankets and pillow and into his new room.

“No jackass! I don’t want a fucking balloon, why the fuck would you ask me that?!”

Eddie stopped in the doorway and looked at the boy before speaking up.

“Wow trashmouth, this is a nice thing to walk into your new room with,” Eddie muttered, and he could already feel the tension. It didn’t help that he could feel the dirt from in the walls. He looked around the room for a moment. “Who are you even yelling at?”

Eddie dropped the blanket and pillow on the bed and wheeled his suitcase to the wall before pulling out his hand sanitizer and putting some on his hand.

Richie could tell the young boy was analyzing the room around him.

He began rubbing it in and Richie could practically feel the burning in his own cut and bruised skin, but he ignored it.

“No one. It’s not real,” He said, and he was mostly saying it for himself. Eddie knew it would be rude to push, especially because he didn’t even know why this boy was here, so he kept his mouth shut, instead, beginning to put his stuff away.

Richie eyed him from afar, and he was almost certain he knew the answer to the question he was about to ask, considering he was now turning on the lamp for the second time in a row, but he had to ask anyways because he had to know what his roommate was like.

“So what did they put you in here for?” Richie asked.

Eddie looked at the boy, and he knew this question was gonna he asked so he should have been prepared but he really wasn’t. He took a deep breath before responding.

“Obsessive Compulsive Disorder,” Eddie replied simply and Richie raised his brows like he hadn’t known.

“Ah,” Richie replied simply, and he waited for the other boy to ask him back but Richie realized he may be too polite for that, so instead he told him. “They say I’m bipolar, moderate to severe. The whole nine fucking yards, mood swings, wanting to die, hallucinations. All that fun shit.”

Eddie nodded his head, and the yelling made more sense, but he figured it had been a hallucination in the first place.

So he asked about the hallucinations because even though he didn’t know this boys name, he seemed pretty open.

“What do you see?” Eddie asked, and Richie laughed lightly.

“You’re gonna think is weird, all of my friends do.”

Eddie had thought about saying something along the lines of, well at least you have friends that think your shit is weird because I don’t have any, but he didn’t.

“I don’t think anyone here has the room to judge anyone else, including me,” Eddie told him. Richie nodded his head.

“Well I see this thing,” He started, and Eddie shifted to sit on his own new bed, placing his slippers down on the ground and sitting crisscross. Richie sighed. “His name is Pennywise, the dancing clown. He’s creepy and he carries around red balloons and he eats children.”

Eddie thought about commenting on the eating children, but something else was pressing more in his mind.

“You can see color?” Eddie asked him. Richie tilted his head, in confusion.

“Why would you ask that?” Richie asked, wondering what that had to do with Pennywise.

“Well you said he carried around red balloons, so you can see them as red?” Eddie asked. Richie’s confusion melted away from his face.

“Oh. No. He’s just told me they are because it represents the blood of the children he eats,” Richie replied. This time Eddie had to say something about the children.

“That’s fucked up,” Eddie said, and Richie hadn’t really expected it for some reason. “Eating children, that’s so fucked.”

“You’re right there, Mr. Clean,” Richie said, pushing his glasses up on his nose and then looking back at the smaller boy who was now frowning “It is damn fucked.”

“Okay Trashmouth, my name is Eddie, so don’t call me Mr. Clean.” Eddie replied, already becoming annoyed by the curly haired boy with the coke bottle glasses, but for some reason, he was also so drawn to him and Eddie didn’t particularly like the feeling.

“Oh, I’m sorry Ed’s. I didn’t mean to offend you.” He said, and he didn’t let Eddie respond to him to the new “I’m Richie but apparently you know me as trashmouth.”

Eddie didn’t want to laugh, because then the other boy would know that he thought he was funny, but he couldn’t help it.

He just thought the boy was kinda funny and kinda witty and he liked it.

He liked it a whole fucking lot.

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anonymous asked:

On one hand Dan nowadays seems gentle and soft... then I remember all the times in early videos when he smacked Phil when Phil was wearing one of those creepy masks, or punched at him, or whacked him with a hairdryer. Or in one of the pinofs when they had a pillow fight and Phil hit him so softly you couldn't even hear it yet Dan fuckin whopped him with it. Maybe Dan just had to take a couple years to get out all his cute aggression.


Originally posted by cutieyoonseokie


Originally posted by dansucc

Devil Side-Chapter 36

Summary: It’s the night of the anticipated dinner date. you’re running late and a question from Bucky has you overreacting in the worst way. 

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing. slight angst. fighting. emotional affairs.

Word Count: 1130

You walked quickly into the dimly lit restaurant acutely aware you were half an hour late to meet Bucky for dinner. Your first appointment with the doctor had taken longer than you anticipated it would, but it was worth it. You hadn’t gotten into the nitty-gritty of your life, but knowing you had someone to talk to, free of judgment, was freeing.

You scan the sparsely populated room, eyes landing on Bucky in seconds. Your heart skips a painful beat.

He was staring mournfully into his whiskey glass, obviously, under the impression you had stood him up. His phone was laying next to his plate, and you knew he had been checking it frequently in case you texted him or tried to call.

Walking quickly toward him, ignoring the people around you, your heels clicked loudly on the marble floor. You tap Bucky on the shoulder.

His head snaps around and he sighs an audible sigh of relief. He stands from his chair and places a chaste kiss on your cheek. “I thought for a second you weren’t coming, darlin’,” he says as he helps you from your coat.

“I’m sorry, B. I had an appointment that ran late.”

He nods and escorts you to your seat, pulling the chair out for you. He waits until you take a seat and pushes the chair gently underneath the table with your help.

The waiter comes to the table in a flash and takes your drink order before disappearing as quickly as he arrived.

“An appointment?” Bucky probes lightly.

You can see past the facade.

His eyes are hard set with a cold glint to them. His mouth pulled tight at the corners.

“You look like you’ve been sucking on lemon, James,” you reply in irritation.

Bucky huffs out a small chuckle and shakes his head, going back to staring at his whiskey glass.

“Damnit, Barnes. Is this how the entire evening is going to go? I can leave if you would prefer?” you snap.

“Are you seeing someone?” he blurts.


“Are you seeing someone?” he asks again.

You stare blankly at him for a full minute, your mind short-circuiting at his behavior. Finally, the anger punches through, hot in your gut. “Are you fucking kidding me?” you reply loudly.

The heads of patrons turn accusingly toward you. Bucky’s face flushes a bright red, his metal fingers tightening around a fork, bending it in half.  He doesn’t reply to your question, he just stares.

“Alright, okay” you mutter, grabbing your jacket and purse and standing from your chair, knocking it backward with the force. It thuds loudly on the floor, bringing the restaurant to a silent and abrupt halt. “I do not have time for your immature bullshit. I’m going home. I’ll pick up Reyna on the way.”

You don’t give him an opportunity to answer, just leave him sitting alone and embarrassed at the table with naught but his Whisky glass and a bent fork for company.


It was two am. You’d spent the vast majority of the evening staring dejectedly at the ceiling.

Reyna had been bathed, fed and read too and was sleeping soundly in the room next to yours. Bucky hadn’t come home, and you had an inkling he had gone to Steve. Or maybe he’d picked up another floozy in a bar your mind supplies viciously.

Immediate guilt flashes through you followed closely by intense frustration. You resist the urge to punch your pillow into a formless lump, and settle for kicking the comforter off your legs. You had absent mindlessly thrown on one of Clint’s training shirts after your shower and hadn’t bothered with shorts.

Your bedroom door creaks open. Bucky’s handsome face peers through the crack.

“What do you want, Bucky?” you ask snappishly.

He shuffles in awkwardly, the distinct look of kicked puppy on his face. “I came to apologize.”

“You’ve done it. Goodnight.”

He sighs and ignores you, throwing himself on the bed beside you. “I was an ass.”

“As per usual.”


“Accurate,” you state, rolling onto your side to face him.

“I’m trying,” Bucky says softly.

“I know, and I appreciate everything you’ve done. you’ve been so understanding, I realize how hard this must be for you.” You close your eyes briefly and take a deep breath. “But, I’m tired, Buck. It’s been an endless shit storm since we broke up. We tiptoe around each other. We’re constantly fighting our jealousy and our feelings. It’s exhausting.”

Bucky grunts, but stays silent.

“I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep living like this.”

“What do we do?”

“I’ve started seeing a psychologist. It’s why I was late. I’ve only had my first appointment, but so far she seems really nice. Intelligent, witty and professional. She does couples counseling too.”

Bucky grabs you by the waist and rolls you to his chest. He plays with the end of your hair, twisting it around his fingers. “You want to go to couples counseling?” he asks, not a hint of joking or judgment in his voice. “We aren’t exactly a couple, (Y/N). How would that work?”

“Buck, we live together, sleep together when Reyna is having a tough night. We spend every waking moment together. We’re a couple who doesn’t have sex.” You pause to take a fortifying breath, “We have complicated, deep-seated trust issues, and we date other people.”

Bucky snorts and laughs.

You shush him, afraid he may wake the baby.

“If you’re really that hard up, doll, I will gladly offer myself as tribute,” he quips, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

You whack him in the ribs. “You are such an asshole. I’m trying to be serious.”

He smiles and rolls you both over, placing you on your back with him hovering above you.

“I know, babydoll. I’ll do whatever you want if it gets us back on track. It’s no picnic for me either. We agreed on no relationships, but it’s hard when I gotta see you everyday carrying my child. Our child. When I have to see your smile, or the way you light up a room. It’s a knife to the heart. I think counseling would do us good.”

You let out a breath of relief. “Thank you.”

Bucky smiles, and you ignore the way your heart lurches with the action. You become intensely aware of the position you’re both in, and you clamp down heavily on the x-rated thoughts which spring to mind.

Bucky seems to notice. He clears his throat, drawing your attention back to him. “Don’t objectify me,” he snaps in mock offense.

You roll your eyes and shove at his shoulder.

He grins wolfishly and kisses your forehead. “G’night, doll,” he murmurs against your skin. He rolls off of you and stands, throwing a last wink over his shoulder.

“G’night Bucky,” you reply as he closes the door behind him.

Motherfucker, you were in trouble.

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Now We’re Even

Summary: Based off this prompt I found on Pinterest: "Are you sure I can’t punch him in the face?“ "Yes.” “What if I just break his nose a little?”

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 665


“Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” Bucky asked.

“Yes,” you sighed, not even bothering to look up from your book. You stretched your legs out even more, taking up almost half of Tony’s expensive leather couch. Nestling back into the pillow you had placed against the armrest, you continued your afternoon reading.

Bucky stared at you from the other end of the couch and hummed thoughtfully. He slowly scooted another inch closer to you. You felt the couch shift with his movements but chose to ignore him.

Bucky slowly moved again, his muscular thighs grazing the tips of your toes. A small smile threatened the corners of your lips, but you held strong. You started back up at the top of the page when you realized you hadn’t comprehended a single word.

Bucky pushed your legs apart and crawled up the front of your body until his head was resting underneath your book. He tucked both arms under his chin and looked up at you expectantly. It was quite comical really, and he almost reminded you of a cat. A much heavier cat with a metal arm, but a cat nonetheless.

You lifted your book up and quirked your eyebrows at him. Ice blue eyes stared back up at you with a faux-innocence.

“Can I help you?” you asked, amusement lacing your voice.

“What if I just break his nose a little?” Bucky replied, hopefully.

“Bucky!” you yelled exasperatedly. “It was just a cookie!” You bopped him on the head with your book for emphasis.

“But it was MY cookie, doll!” he groaned, shoving his face against your chest. “Do you have any idea how much I wanted that cookie?” You giggled as his deep voice vibrated against you.

“Aww, my poor baby,” you cooed.

Bucky glared up at you. “This isn’t funny,” he mumbled, looking dejected. “He does this crap on purpose, you know.”

You rolled your eyes and tossed your book on the floor. Grabbing his ear, you dragged all 200 pounds of muscle out of the living room.

“Ow, doll, what are you-” Bucky complained as you pulled him along. “Hey! Ease up a bit, would ya?”

You ignored his pleas and refused to show him mercy until you reached the kitchen. Sam and Steve sat at the island, laughing over some story you had zero interest in.

“Hey, Y/N!” Sam exclaimed. His gaze wandered to a hunched over Bucky. “What’s up?”

“Sam,” you said calmly as you continued to hold Bucky’s ear, “can you PLEASE refrain from eating Bucky’s cookies from now on? It’s seriously interfering with my reading time.”

Sam paused briefly before busting out in laughter. “That’s real cute, Y/N,” he guffawed, clutching his stomach.

Steve knew better and kept his mouth shut. You clenched your jaw and finally released Bucky’s ear. You stalked over to Sam and he nearly fell off his stool as you stood so close that you could see every pore on his face.

“Sam,” you growled, “stay away from Bucky’s food or I will personally bury your dead body in the backyard where not even the heat sensors Tony installed can find you. Clear?”

“Crystal,” Sam gulped.

Your dark expression faded and you smiled brightly. “Good!” you exclaimed. “Now, if we’re all done acting like children, I’m going to go back to my book.” You sauntered out of the kitchen back towards the living room.

“Man, I can’t believe you ratted me out to your girlfriend,” Sam muttered as soon as you were out of earshot. He glared daggers at Bucky, and Steve held back a snort.

“Don’t touch my stuff, Bird Man, and we won’t have a problem,” Bucky replied, rubbing his still-sore ear. He strolled over to the freezer and took out the last ice cream sandwich. He unwrapped the paper and took a huge, satisfying bite.

“Hey!” Sam yelled. “That was mine!”

Bucky just smirked as he backed away, taking another bite.

“Now we’re even.”

TAGS: @buckyappreciationsociety

Treat You Better

Pairings: Darkiplier x Reader x Antisepticeye

Warnings: Language, hints of abuse.

Request: Hello dear, i totally enjoy your Darkiplier and Antisepticeye Stories! I have an idea, so listen: I would love it to read a fanfiction where Anti is like your best Friend. But Dark is totally in love with you (he cant recognize the feeling, and don't really know how to act right). Also Dark is lightly abusive to the reader.. and Anti wants to help our reader, but the fact is, Anti is bound to a contract with dark.. so he needs to break it. Anti should probably be still a psycho, but nicer.

Notes: Maybe a there will be part 2?? You let me know. :)

Originally posted by marielgum

You let out a sigh as you sit down, a book in hand to relax. It was a really long day and honestly you could pass out right here on the sofa  but you won’t. You promised a good friend of yours that you will be awake this time when he comes to visit.

So you read you book, probably not the best this to keep you awake, but that was okay. When the electricity starts to flicker, with a green tint to tem, a small smile lifts at your lips knowing just the meaning behind that. You didn’t have to wait long, and before you know it -


Is shouted into your ear followed by loud laughing from behind you. The laughter moves over the sofa, landing right next to you. In return you send him a glare that only made him laugh more, because coming from you, it didn’t look threatening at all.

More like an adorable kitten.

You roll you eyes with a smile as you get comfortable again. “What has my dear Anti done today?” This was said with some slight sarcasm, but Anti ignored it while sitting back and kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

“Tormented a few people, some errands here and there - the usual.” He shrugs his shoulders, because it was his usual thing to do. You smile, letting out a breathy laugh, you were used to this having been friends with him for so long.

Suddenly, Anti sits up. His eyes find your own before swiping down your body then back up. The sudden careful observing, catches you off guard and you squirm in your seat anxiously.  

His eyes darken, and his normal glitching becomes a bit more intense as he clenches his teeth. A light bulb in one of your lams shattering in the background. Anti let’s out a low hiss before yelling.

“That son of a bitch!”

At first you flinched at his sudden loudness, watching as he stood up, running a hand through his hair. Then it dawn on you why he was acting the way he was. You look down at yourself, more so at your arms, to see the fresh bruises on your upper arms.

The same place where Dark had grabbed you earlier in his temper.

Damn it. You forgot to cover them.

You scoot closer towards the edge of your seat, closing your book and placing it on the side of you as you watched Anti pace and glitch.

“Hey, It’s okay Anti I’m okay” You try and reassure him. “You know him and his temper, it’s been rather short lately too. Honestly I should know better -”

“It’s not your fault. That bastard… Nothing gives him the right to fucking touch you! Never! I swear I would fucking kill him of it wasn’t for the dumb ass -!!” Anti cuts himself short.

You tilt your head, wondering what it was that he was going to say that you couldn’t hear. You had a funny feeling that it was about why Anti has yet to try and murder Dark for the shit he does.

Anti, who finally took a deep breath to quiet down, looks over at you. Even when he lost his temper, sometimes he would see you shy away or flinch but you were never outright scared of him. That’s because he would never voluntarily hurt you.

He grits his teeth.

He wants to protect you.

He wants to fight for you.

Most of all, he wishes he could to love you the way he wants to.

Except, he can’t do any of that. Why? He was bound to a contract to none other than Dark himself. And Anti has no idea on how to break it.


You look at him, seeing Anti get on his knees before you. is large hands cradle your face, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. It was only then did you noticed that he was wiping away stray tears.

When did you start crying?

“Anti…?” You say his name in a whisper.

“Don’t worry, I’ll have a little talk with him. You’ll be fine.” e kissed your forehead, lingering there until he spoke again. Anti’s lips brushing against your skin, creating an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You never felt that with Anti. He’s your best friend!

“One day - we’ll be free of him.”

And then, he was gone.

You were asleep when Dark decided to check in on you. He hated ow much he felt the need to make sure that you were okay. He hated ow much he liked seeing your bright smile. How he always wanted to make sure it was because of im.

Dark hated the vulnerable feeling he get’s with you, and how he has to hold his tongue to keep from telling the truth to you. He hated the tightness in his chest he got at yours and Anti’s relationship.

It was this hatred that made his temper so sort. Especially around you.

Dark, wit his hands clasped behind his back, stroll up to the side of your bed. You were sleeping on your left, hugging a pillow - i was a cute sight. His dark eyes fell on the visible bruises on your upper right arm, along with some fading ones from where he had gripped you too tightly. 

He himself was sporting a similar mark on his jaw. Anti paid him a visit, words were said, and Anti was punched. 

Dark moved a hand from his back, then left a feather light touch down your cheek. He didn’t like that he was hurting you, it was never his intentions. It just happens. 

“What are you dong to me, Y/N?” He whispered before retracting his hand and leaving. 

You open your eyes, looking at the spot Dark was just standing. Your hands clench the pillow you’re hugging, remembering Dark’s soft touch. Without even having to hear an apology, you had already forgave him the moment it happen. 

What are you doing to im? More like, what are they doing to you?

Number One Girl

*warning for sexually explicit content*

I was his friend. Have been for ages. Way before he became famous and, to be honest, really nothing had changed. Well, maybe a little. But totally for the better.

I was what he liked to call his ‘regular’. Not very romantic, I knew that, but we didn’t really do romance. We did each other. He had a couple other ‘regulars’, random girls that I didn’t really know, but I was his ‘Number One Girl’, as he like to put it and he always made sure to remind me of that. I wasn’t sure if it was because we had been friends the longest or because of my killer blowjob skills, but whatever the reason was, it didn’t really matter. I was just happy to be one of the lucky ones, because that boy could honestly make me feel like no other. I did have other guys that I was with, never anything serious, but I would drop everything the moment I got the text that he was back in town. It didn’t matter where I was, what time it was or who I was with. When he summoned me, I came. In so many fucking ways.

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HEY GUYS. Right now you can pre-order the paperback version of my book WHATEVER! Huzzah! You can also, it seems, get the hardback version for only 2 bucks more, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

PAPERBACK will be released on August 1, 2017.

HARDBACK still available

KINDLE also a fun option (weirdly the same price as paperback?)

If you read it and like it please consider leaving a review on Amazon! The more reviews I get there, the more Amazon will bump it up the list of suggested reading (I think this is how it works). If you’ve already read it and already liked it, I would be pleased as punch if you could also leave a review for me!


Whatever. a YA novel by S.J. Goslee

Mike Tate’s junior year was going to be awesome. He had plans, big plans – hanging out with his girlfriend, watching his best friend try not to accidentally kill himself doing crazy stunts, rocking out with his crappy garage band, and maybe, definitely, drinking his weight in cheap liquor and beer. There were going to be parties, good times, weed, and an overabundance of lazy weekends spent building pillow forts with his nutty little sister, Rosie.

But an accidental drunken hookup with a guy turns all of Mike’s plans both upside-down and backwards, and suddenly he’s dealing with a smugger-than-usual arch enemy, student council elections, the fall prom, and some truly spectacular Awkward Moments – he’s not so sure he’s going to survive.

With the help of his friends, ex-girlfriend, nosy cheerleaders, and his possibly completely insane family, he might just figure out what the heck is up with his brain, his dick, and Rook motherfucking Wallace.

It’s like the apocalypse came, only instead of nuclear bombs and zombies, Mike gets school participation, gay thoughts and motherfucking cheerleaders…


“Goslee’s portrayal of this existential crisis is as humorous as it is grounding. All the feelings of disbelief and anxiety that one might expect are delivered in the way only a 16-year-old boy could articulate… Recommended for young adults who enjoy realistic fiction such as Bryan Lee O’Malley’s “Scott Pilgrim” series or books by John Green, Adam Silvera, or John Corey Whaley.” ―School Library Journal, starred review

“Let’s face it, dudes and dudettes: Goslee’s debut is seriously cool… Everything is just right: the tone, the style, the right-on dialogue, the characterization, the apposite amount of angsty drama, the pace of the genuinely sweet-spirited story. Fans of David Levithan’s Boy Meets Boy (2003) and Becky Albertalli’s Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda (2015) won’t be disappointed.” ―Booklist, starred review (also a 2016 Booklist Youth Editors’ Choice)

“Goslee’s Mike is a typical teenage boy, and she captures his voice effortlessly… This is a delightful story that many young people need to hear―that it is okay to be different and it is even better to be yourself.” ―VOYA

“The third-person narrative moves quickly with plenty of realistic teen banter… A humorous account of a teen’s reluctant and awkward journey to acceptance of his emerging bisexuality.” ―Kirkus Reviews

Do Kyungsoo//Roommates - Part 1

Originally posted by v-dyo

Summary: Kyungsoo’s new apartment has some quirks. Like you, the ghost who still maintains the fact that the apartment is yours, not his. (Part 1/3)
Scenario: fluff, angst, mentions of death, violence 
Word Count: 4,195

Part 2 Part 3

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The Challnge (Young!Sirius Black x reader)

Heya! This is my first imagine, which was requested by my best friend. I am really afraid to post it but I am going to risk it. If this one goes well I might post part 2.

Warning: English is not my mother tongue, but I will try my best. Some words might be misspelled.

Summary: The reader just had a heartbreak and is joined by the  famus Sirius Black on the Hogwarts Express.

(y/c/n)- your cat’s name ; (y/h)- your house 

GIF not mine

Part 2  Part 3

You were always the good and hard-working kid. Always trying to get the best grades and get on the top of your class. That was everything to you. You always wanted to have good grades to provide you a great future. Most of the time you were unnoticed, because you hid in your dorm, covered with books. You were obsessed with getting a perfect grade. 

That all changed during the summer after your fifth year. You met someone, fell for his bad boy style and his passion for adventures. Yes, he was a muggle and he had no clue about the magic world, hidden from him, but you always wanted to tell him about it. He was a troubled boy, stealing, vandalzing, alcohol. And as much as you were against it, he dragged you along. You became a troubled girl, but you didn’t care, because you felt free. And not just free, you felt adrenalin when running from the police, you loved being bad and you especially loved the boy. But the boy broke your heart and you left for Hogwarts broken inside.

You walked in the Hogwarts Express, hoping for an empty compartmen, as you didn’t want to be with your friends right now. You needed to be alone, just for a few hours. ‘I just can’t believe he did that just before the start of the school year.’ you thought to yourself, letting a tear escape your eye. 

You found an empty compartment and quickly got in. You took off your black leather jacket and put it over your bag. You used it as a pillow and throw your legs on the empty space next to you. For a second you were just laying there, looking at the ceiling. ‘ Boys. I just want to punch them all in the face.’ you sat up and looked at your cat, (y/c/n). ‘‘Why are boys so bloody stupid and heartless, (y/c/n)?’‘ Your cat just looked at you and then turned back to eat his snack. ‘‘Yeah. You are not heartless and stupid though.’‘

You took out your drawing book but only stared at the blank page as you had no clue what to draw. You haven’t drawed since few weeks before school, the feeling of pencil in your hand felt unfamiliar. You started drawing circles, but that lead nowhere, so you tried to draw your cat. At first it was hard to begin, but you were drawing every detail of him. The big, round eyes, his tiny nose and pointed ears. Just trying to get every one of his features right. You forgot about everything, the surroundings became a blur and time didn’t exist. Just you,and the pencil.

Suddenly the compartment door opened and a tall figure ran in and quickly closed the door. He looked around, noticing you, sitting in the corner, drawing and completely ignoring him.’That can’t be right.’ he thought to himself. He noticed that you were drawing, your pencil moving between your fingers as you tried to perfect the sketch you made of your cat. It was almost finished, but you just wanted to be perfect. ‘’Pretty.’’ he said, leaning his head to see the sketch up close.

‘’I know. Thanks.’’ you replied, still not taking your eyes off of the sketch. 

He never noticed you before, but you did look familiar to him. you had your hair put in a tight ponytail, wearing black ripped jeans,tight shirt and red converse. It was a big change from your classy look, which was usually sweaters and old, worn-out jeans. He likes you. ‘Time to make a move.’ smirking at his reflection in the window. 

‘’You are a pretty good drawer. These sketches look beautiful, just like you.’’ he started to flirt. 

You chuckled to his cheesy pick up line and slowly took your eyes off the sketch to meet beautiful grey eyes looking  back at you. God you were a sucker for grey and blue eyes. ‘’Is that the best you got?’’ you smirked at him., feeling your temperature rise all of the sudden.

‘’ Well, I can show you just how best I can get.’’ he said, a corner of his lips quirking up.

You rolled your eyes, just needing to get him out of the compartment as he reminded you of a special someone. ‘’Who are you anyway? ‘’ you asked coldly, even though you knew excatly who he was. His name was like one of the most spoken names in Hogwarts. But you didn’t want to give him the pleasure. 

‘’You don’t know who I am?’’ he asked shockingly. It really was a big shock to him. All the girls are swooning over him, melting when he smiles and his eyes enchanting them with just a simple glance. 

‘’Nope.’’ you played dumb. ‘’And to be honest, I don’t really care. I don’t even know why you are here.’’ you said, not making an eye contact with him. Finishing the the tail of (y/c/n), you finally closed your sketchbook and sat normally wtih your feet on the ground.

‘’ I am hiding from my friends.’’ he said, staring shockingly at you. He really thought every girl knew him. ‘’Are you transfering or something?’’ he asked all of a sudden. 

‘’Now, why would you think that?’’ you wiggled your eyebrows.  

‘’Because…I am a very known person in Hogwarts.’’ he said, sat down next to you and couldn’t help but smile.

‘’Not well known enough. Since I am not a transfer and am a proud (y/h).’’ 

‘’And with what beautiful name was this house blessed with?’’ he said offering you a hand and his mischivious eyes gently looking at you. 

‘’(y/n)(y/l/n).’’ you took his hand, feeling a big wave of warmth wash over you. 

‘’Well miss (y/l/n), my name is Sirius Black.’’ he smiled gently. He was still holding your hand. His touch was something you couldn’t describe with a word, but it felt good. You quickly moved away your hand, as you remembered that special someone again, and looked at him just staring at you. He glanced over to (y/p/n) and gently grabbed him. ‘’And you must be the drawing, right?’’

‘’Don’t! He scrath-’’ you tried to warn him but (y/p/n) just started to cuddle along. It was unusual for (y/p/n) to like somebody else beside you. He usually scratches or bites whoever tries to pet her. ‘’He doesn’t like to be touched.’’ you said perplexed. 

‘’Everybody loves my touch, Especially girls.’’ he winked at you and continued to pet (y/c/n).

You sat in a criss-cross position and looked at him. ‘’You know, you remind me so much of this cocky, selfobserved Gryffindor.’’ he quickly looked at you with widened eyes. A playful smile appeared on your face as you continued ‘’Yeah, you know. He pretends to be this super hot bad boy and a lot of girls actually fall for him. They must be so naive to let him play with their mind like that. ‘’ you smiled victoriosly at him. 

A grinn spread across his face. He didn’t know if he should either be happy or offended. ‘’I knew everybody knows who I am. I mean how can they not. Just like you said: A charming, handsome and hot Gryffindor with a brave heart.’’ he exulted, pumping his fist in the air. 

‘’That is not what I said…at all.’’ you giggled at his boasting. 

Suddenly the compartment door opened and another boy came in. ‘’Pads, why did you leave me alone there to die? Do you know I suffered the consequences for both you and me. You know Monny is a lot stronger than he looks’’ he said seriously, leaning his arm on the door and panting. ‘’What are you even doing here?’’ 

‘’Boasting.’’ you said and looked the boy with  scruffy black hair. 

And suddenly a lightbulb lit above you.

‘’You must be Potter.’’ you shook his hand. ‘‘ Might say , you will have to aprove your seeker skills, because I heard a new one is joining the (y/h) team.’’ you teased, winking at him. 

He was already in his robes, so he fixed his posture and his tie. ‘’Well prepare to lose, because Gryffindor is the best of the best. Especially with a seeker like me.’’ he smiled proudly. 

You slowly stood up, walked right past Sirius and approached James. ‘’ Well…’’ you tried to fix his tie ‘’I wouldn’t be too sure if I were you.’’ you said and looked him in his gorgeous hazel eyes. He didn’t know what to do. He glanced at Sirius and saw him just as surprised as he was. He has a thing for Lily and every each one of you all knew that, but you just loved to tease. Sirius was a bit mad, watching you flirt with his best friend instead of him. But he did feel quite amused. You gripped the tie tighter and pulled James closer so that you two were only inches apart. They were both staring at you with wide eyes, not knowing what will your next move be. A playful smile appeared on your face and you pushed him outside the compartment. ‘’You wish.’’ you said and grabbed Sirius’ shirt and pushed him outside.

‘’Oh what, no sexy farewell for me.’’ said Sirius, his arms open wide.

‘’Bye.’’ you said and closed the compartment door, leaving them both in shocked.

James looked at Sirius. ‘’Who was that?’’ he asked.

‘’That my dear James, is this year’s challange.’’