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this means war pt.3

Originally posted by infinitblaq

pairing: jun x reader

genre: angst, fluff & smut

word count: 3.1k

warning: swearing, smut 

description: when you moved in with the four girls, you didn’t expect them to be in a prank war with the boys in the apartment downstairs, and you didn’t expect to fall for one of them either.


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la douleur exquise (6)

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

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A few weeks have passed since the little date Baekhyun and I had at the ice-cream parlour. It was a few days after that when he asked me to be his girlfriend. The always present smile on his face grew 10 times wider when I said yes.

Things have been going quite well for us, which I am very grateful for. We preferred to keep things quiet since news seemed to spread quite quickly around the office. The only one that knows about us is Jay, who in fact, was very excited to hear that her cousin and ‘work bestie’ finally got together.

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My dear, we’re slow dancing in a burning room.

» Silverflint warmth aesthetic


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Blow Me- Jungkook Smut (Request)

//It’s always fun when you come home and have a tasty treat” 

Req: Could I ask for a Jungkook smut where you catch him watching porn and decide to finish him off with a blowjob? Thanks :)

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My footsteps echo through the empty hall, the dim lighting making everything seem a shade darker. The cold night breeze chilling the corridor, making me shiver under my coat.

I hate it when I’m cold. Rubbing my arm, I open the apartment door. I step into the warm building, instantly relaxing. “Ah it’s nice to be home” A small yawn escapes my throat as I slide off my jacket, hanging it on the coat hanger. I lazily run my fingers over the maroon fabric, my fingers brushing over a couple buttons in the process.

My eyes scan over the living room but I don’t see Jungkook, normally he’d be watching tv or playing video games right now… Where is he? I drop my purse on the dining room table, again, looking around for Jungkook.

“Maybe he’s in the-” I stop in mid sentence when I hear a moan of my name. Is that? My eyebrows knit in confusion. Is Jungkook doing that? I chuckle at the thought, I swear my boyfriend has no self-control. Another long moan filled the room and I sigh, walking towards the bedroom. You could’ve waited till I got home you know.

Walking up to the door, I open it quietly. My first sight is the video playing on our computer, he’s watching porn, lovely. My eyes go over to Jungkook who has his head tilted back, the expanse of his neck visible. His face is contorted in pleasure and concentration as he pumps himself at an insane pace.

“Slow down there champ” I tease, making Jungkook jerk in surprise. He lets go of his length and quickly exits out of the porn of the video. “Y-Y/N, I thought you weren’t supposed to be home for another hour” He says quickly, avoiding all eye contact as he tries to cover up his erection. “I wasn’t, but Kim got sick so I came home early.” I walk closer to Jungkook, placing one of my hands on the back of the chair he was sitting on.

My face is just inches away from Jungkooks, our noses just barely touching as I can feel Jungkooks ragged breath fan my face. “But I came home to find my boyfriend doing something I should be doing” I pretend to sigh exasperatedly, brushing a strand of loose hair out of my face.”Y/N” Jungkook swallows, trying to steady his breathing.

With a small smirk, I gently peck his lips, allowing my tongue brush his bottom lip. “Yes?” I murmur, using my free hand to travel down his sternum, the fabric of his shirt straining against my fingers. “What are you going to do?” He asks, breathlessly. I move my lips to his neck, gently sucking at the clammy skin.

“Hmm” I hum against him, running my tongue along the back of his ear. Jungkook groans, his hand going to grip the chair. This is fun. “Well” I murmur, moving my lips down to the juncture between his shoulder and neck. “I think I’m going to finish you off” wrapping my lips around his skin, I suck his flesh, my teeth grazing against his skin.

My hand finds Jungkooks erection, and I slowly take in my hand. “So hard” I murmur against him, going down to my knees, pumping his rock hard cock. Jungkook groans, his hand going to my hair, trying to force me to take him. “Nope. I’m in control, so that means hands off. Got it kookie?” I grip his cock tightly and he moans out, extracting his hand from my hair.

“Yeah” he breathes. “Good boy” I give him an innocent smile then pull the chair closer to me. “Now,” I spit on his cock, pumping him up and down, keeping eye contact with him. “Let’s see how you taste” I run my tongue along my lips, bringing Jungkooks length to my mouth.

Teasingly, I lick the tip, running my rough tongue over the slit, tasting his pre-cum. I always loved the way he tastes. I hum appreciatively, as the saltiness invades my mouth. “Y/N, don’t tease” Jungkook groans and I sigh. He’s so cute when he begs though. “As you wish” With a smirk, I spit on his dick again, my hand pumping the base of the shaft as I wrap my lips around his head.

“Ah fuck” Jungkook grips the chair tighter, the intensity in his dark eyes growing. I feel his cock twitch in my mouth as I lick the tip, my warm mouth surrounding him. Meeting his heated gaze, I slowly take him further in my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks. I can hardly fit him in my mouth.

“Mmm” I moan, bringing my head back up, then back down again, my hand pumping what I can’t fit. “Shit Y/N” Jungkook moans, throwing his head back.

I bob up and down, my tongue swirling around his tip when I come back up, and making sure I let him hit the back of throat. I take my free hand and roughly massage his balls, playing with them as I work his cock. Jungkook moans loudly, his hand going to my hair, forcing me further down on him.

Sucking harder, I stop pumping his shaft and grab his thigh, taking him further in my mouth, his cock filling my warm cavern to the brim. Jungkooks shaft twitches in my mouth, and Jungkook pulls harder on my hair, a string of curses escaping his glossy lips. I hum around his shaft, making Jungkook buck his hips into my mouth. Tears prick the corner of my eyes but I continue to let him mouth fuck me, my saliva dripping down my chin.

“Y/N I’m going to-” Jungkook stops in mid sentence, his cock sputtering his thick cum inside my mouth. The salty substance invades my mouth, but I swallow every last bit of it, letting Jungkook out of my mouth with a ‘pop’.

“Tasty” I murmur, my eyes finding his as I lick his shaft clean. “Fuck” he breathes, smoothing has hand down my now tangled hair. “Feel good?” I ask, standing up, my legs a bit wobbly. “Very good” He smiles, half lidded eyes finding mine as he snakes his arm around my waist.

“Glad I could help.” I smile, placing my hand on his cheek, bringing my lips to his. Jungkook pulls me on his lap, his hand slipping under my shirt.

“Now it’s your turn”

~Admin Tomato 

PLEASE TELL ME - [ Jeon JUNGKOOK x READER ] (ft. Taehyung) Pt. 19

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Genre: angst/fluff/school au kinda

Length: :(

Summary: “Be a brave little lamb, even a Lion will get scared.” your grandmother’s words became your light to face life. You are always viewing the world with a positive mind. Even with the bad things that were happening around you, you are strong. Love is something you never get often and when Love finally appears, it is hard to catch. Isn’t it tiring to always be strong when your whole world is just crashing and burning down in front of you?

Warning: Swearing!

(a/n): Oops! this part is kinda short! But since it’s short, I might update again this week! so look out for that!!!!! Ily guys as always!! 😘😘 Don’t forget to smile today if you haven’t! 💗

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The hailing thing has gotten out of hand to the point that I can’t stand up during meal times without people loudly worshipping me. I went to get a cup of tea during dinner and was interrupted by the entire dining hall shouting “ALL HAIL SHIP!” and bowing over and over again. I backed away into the storage room until another counselor scooped me up and carried me on his back up to the platform where announcements are made. I made eye contact with the camp director. It was really uncomfortable.

This makes the fifth week that I have been hailed by children as an evil god. It’s getting scarier every day.

Me vs. "Craig"

“Craig” is a guy in my grad program. I may have mentioned him before. He’s a perfectly nice, intelligent guy, but I cannot stand him. Here’s why: 

This semester, Craig has… 

  1. Handed in *every single* assignment days earlier than everyone else.
  2. Done high quality work on all of the aforementioned assignments.
  3. Held down a full-time job in addition to being in school.
  4. Regularly trained for a marathon. 
  5. Canned fruits and vegetables every week…FOR FUN.
  6. Written comic book reviews for an online publication.
  7. Presented a poster at a conference. 
  8. Travelled with his partner. 

Meanwhile, this semester, I have…

  1. Gotten really close to watching the Netflix movie that’s been on my coffee table since July. 



the origin of the famous “manibus” hand cream is technically unknown and i don’t know which explanation i like better

did ronan fall asleep thinking, “fuck, parrish has bomb-ass beautiful hands and i cannot stand to see them looking anything other than healthy and moisturized” and end up dreaming adam some lotion?

or did he walk into bath & body works with his game face on and smell every lotion and try all the samples until he found something almost worthy of gracing the hands of adam parrish?

either way he’s a giant loser with a giant loser crush and i love him

So my photo op with Jared Padalecki was great! I started by walking in and handing him a bag of sour rainbow belt candies and a package of sour rainbow twist straws and said, “This is a gift for you.” And his eyes got wide and he got really excited and said “YESS!” Then handed them to his handler “for safe keeping.” Then he said, “You’re awesome!” And gave me a high five. And it was pretty much the best thing ever.

Moving along, I’m 5'0 and Jared is, as you know, a gigantic human being (for example, when I gave him a high five, I’m preeeetty sure my entire hand fit into his palm – also Jared has very soft hands, fyi). So I asked if he could stand on his knees with me leaning on his shoulder. As you see, he obliged. And I did a little happy jump when I discovered that I am, in fact, taller than Jared on his knees.

Anyway, there you have it. My DC Con photo op with Jared. Or, how I got Jared Padalecki on His Knees.

notenoughgatorade  asked:

hello!! can i request 3 for jackxbittyxparse?

3. Drunk/sloppy kiss

◉‿◉ welcome to my twisted mind; epikegster alternate ending. in other news, i need to go to church. in other OTHER news, i once again demonstrate my inability to count to 300.

Maybe a kegster isn’t the best place to kiss someone for the first time, but Bitty would hardly be the first to have done it. He can see at least three couples in dusky corners getting friendly, and if any of them even knew each other’s names before tonight, it’s because they had a class together once, maybe.

Bitty would be lying to himself and to God if he said he wasn’t toying with the idea of ending Jack’s silly football story off by slinking into his space and cutting the words off at their source.

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Stiles AU

A/N Again I know this wasn’t next on the list, I’m getting to that, but I watched the cheesy Disney movie Starstruck and it inspired me, so here that is, I know it’s super freaking long !

California was the place everyone went to California to try and get a peek at the superstar life. Everyone here is usually obsessing over the big celebrities, the musicians, the actors, the band members, it was madness whenever you went out in Hollywood. Fortunately, for you, you didn’t really care about celebrities. Sure you would go to concerts of your favorite bands, and music festivals, but staying after to meet them, you didn’t really care about.

“OH MY GOD, STILES IS PLAYING THIS WEEKEND!!!” your sister screeched from her room, cutting through your headphones, and making your roll your eyes.

“OH MY GOD NO ONE CARES!!” you yelled back, replacing your headphones and continuing to scroll through Facebook.

“I CARE!!” you sister burst into your room without warning, causing you to jump and your heart to race.

“Doesn’t he have a band, it’s not just him!” you said, knowing who Stiles was.

“Yeah, but Stiles is the cutest and he’s the lead singer and guitarist, also the only one who’s single and willing to date a fan!” she exploded.

“Just so you know, the band’s name is Cyclones, just so when you never meet him, you’ll actually know, and he wouldn’t actually date a fan, it’s for publicity, so make him seem more desirable” you told her rolling your eyes again.

“Well I’m buying tickets!” she said, going back to her room to buy the best seats.

“And how are you going to get there!?” you yelled to her.

“I’ll walk there if I have too!” she yelled back.

You rolled your eyes and walked downstairs to get something to drink, and maybe go for a run because it was such a lovely day. You were also thinking about going to get some froyo, because froyo is always better than running in the heat with water.

“I got them, I got the tickets!” your sister screeched, coming to a halt in front of you, out of breathe from running down to you.

“Congrats” you said unenthuastically, sipping at the soda you just poured.

“Tickets to what?” your mom suddenly walked in. Your sister gave your mom a guilty look, like she wasn’t supposed to buy those tickets.

“To a concert” you threw her under the bus, smiling deviously at her.

“I don’t remember giving you permission to go to a concert young lady” your mother said harshly, putting her hands on her hips.

“I just bought them last minute, please mom, it’s in a small club downtown, it’s the Cyclones, with Stiles!” she begged.

“The one you’re obsessed with?” she asked.

“Duh, what other Stiles is there?” your sister scoffed.

“Alright fine"  your mother agreed as you sat there with your mouth hung open, "Who are you going with?”

“I don’t know yet, none of  my friends like the Cyclones..” your sister trailed off.

“Well how about your sister?” your mother suggested making you choke on your soda, and try to sputter a no, “she has her license, and you like the Cyclones honey” your mother tried with a smile.

“Mom no!” you screeched, trying to recover from just choking.

“Why not honey, you like them, you blast their music in your car all the time!”

“I like their music, not their fans, their disgusting” you corrected.

“I don’t want her to go with me, she can drop me off!” you sister suggested.

“No, I have plans Friday, mom you can drop her off” you argued.

“Sorry honey, it’s date night, you’re bringing her and whatever friend she wants, end of story” your mom ordered and walked away with a glass of water.

“ha ha” you sister mocked and went upstairs to call her friends to see if anyone wanted to go.

You really didn’t want to have to drive your sister to downtown LA to see a band everyone was crazy over. The venue was really small and you were surprised the Cyclones were even playing that venue. It was probably a last minute booking, but still, they usually played sold out arenas. After you groaned and hated your life a little more, you went back upstairs to your room to tell your friends that the plans you made for Friday were off due to your stupid sister.

Then you decided to take up that offer on froyo, and went out to get someone without telling anyone where you were going. Annoyingly, the Cyclones were playing outside the store when you got there. You mouthed along to the words when the door the frozen yogurt shop opened, knocking you on your ass, sunglasses flying.

“Shit, are you alright” a boy said, rushing to your side to help you up.

“I’m fine” you whimpered out in pain, looking at your hands that were bleeding from sliding across the cement.

“Fuck, you’re bleeding, I’m so sorry, are you hurt anywhere else?” he asked politely, taking your hands in his to check them out.

“My ankle kind of hurts, but I think I just twisted it trying to fall forward instead of backwards” you mentioned. It was such a small fall and you felt very weak telling this stranger about the things that were hurting.

“Alright, do you want me to bring you to the hospital or drive you home or something?” he asked, helping you get up and steadying you. You finally looked up at him to discover a very cute boy who looked very familiar.

“No that’s fine” you brushed off, “but you could help me to my car, I have a first aid kit in there” you smiled.

“Sure” he smiled back, wrapping your arm around his shoulders as you hobbled to your car, “I’m really sorry about that” he chuckled.

“It’s fine” you brushed off, opening the trunk to your jeep and sitting in it, reaching for the first aid kit in there.

“Just out of curiosity, why do you have a first aid kit in your car” he asked.

“You know, for stupid accidents like this” you shrugged and chuckled.

“Touche” he nodded, taking the box from your bleeding and sore hands to open it. He took out the peroxide bottle, “Hold your hands out”

You did as he said as he poured the liquid over your hands as you sucked in air from the stinging it caused. “Sorry” he chuckled, feeling slightly guilty.

“It’s fine” you said through gritted teeth as he too gauze out and wiped your hands dry.

“Thanks” you said with a small smile as he took the Band-Aids out to cover the big wounds. He just nodded. Then it hit you, who he was, you were literally just talking about him with your sister, how did this even happen. When he looked back up at you, you cursed yourself inwardly for his strange appearance.

“Hey, aren’t you Stiles from Cyclones?"  you asked awkwardly.

He chuckled a little bit before looking up at you, “yeah, that’s me” he huffed out.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to put you on the spot or anything?” you apologized.

“It’s alright, but I’m guessing you want a picture and everything now.” he said.

“No” you answered with a shrug.

“Wait really?” he asked, shocked

“Yeah, I just realized who you were, is all, wanted to confirm it” you shrugged and chuckled, “Does that happen to you a lot?”

“What getting recognized?” he asked, sitting in the back of the jeep with you putting the stuff back in the first aid kit.

“Yeah” you answered.

“More than you know, I’m surprised no one saw me walking out of this place” he said.

“Well I did” you giggled.

“Yeah but you’re not freaking out and attracting more attention” he corrected.

“Instead you just hit me with the door and I fell, and now I’m bleeding” you chuckled again, looking down at the patch job he made, “You should be an EMT”

“ha ha” he said dryly, “I can’t stand blood, your hands almost made me pass out”

“Wow, you’re wimpier than I would have imagined” you smiled

“You really got hurt from such a small fall, drama queen” he chuckled

“Someone doesn’t know his own strength, you pushed that door open pretty hard” you pushed his shoulder playfully.

“Couldn’t have been that hard, I’m not that strong” he chuckled, now just sitting in the back of your trunk with you.

“Like I said, I guess you don’t know your own strength” you added.

“Maybe” he said, looking at his arms now.

There was an awkward silence for a little bit as you swung your legs over the side and looking into the parking lot, Stiles doing the same thing.

“Your ankle still hurt?” he asked suddenly, looking over at you, squinting his eyes from the sun.

“Yeah a little bit” you said, realizing that it did hurt, “you broke my sunglasses by the way” you mentioned remembering them from him squinting.

He laughed a little, “Sorry, you want mine?” he asked.

“You don’t have any on you” you mentioned.

“I have an extra pair in my car if you want them” he smiled at you

“Sure if you don’t need them"  you smiled back.

"Nah, I don’t wear them” he said, “want to drive me over to my car, and I’ll give you them”

“Sure” you said, jumping off the back and closing the trunk and hobbled around to the driver’s side as he got into the passenger side.

“Thanks for the help” you joked as you climbed into the car.

“Sorry” he chuckled.

You started your car and drove across the parking lot to his car, stopping at the black Lexus that he drove. He climbed out and ran over to his car, unlocking and opening the door, then grabbing the pair he never wore out of the inner console.

“Here” he said, handing the to you through your window.

“These are Oakley’s…” you said in awe.

“Yeah, I bought them thinking I’d like them, but I don’t” he shrugged, “Those don’t come or free though” he added.

“What do you mean?” you questioned.

“If you accept those I expect a favor in return” he smiled.

“Well, depends on the favor” you said slightly nervous.

“Nothing big, just hang out with me another time, and your number of course” he smiled cutely.

“I think that’s a decent deal"  you smiled, "Let me see your phone, I’ll put my number in”

He nodded and took his phone out of his pocket, handing it to you as you handed your to him to add his number. Then traded again when you were done.

“Awesome, I’ll call you, but I’m thinking Friday” he said, hanging in your window.

“Don’t you have a show on Friday?” you asked, remembering the day that your sister said.

“Yeah but it’s small, it won’t last long, why, are you going?” he asked, his eyes lighting up.

“No, my sister is, I have to drive her” you rolled your eyes.

“Why don’t you hang back stage with me, and then we’ll meet up when you drop them off at home, save some gas” he suggested charmingly.

“Sounds like a date” you teased.

“Sounds like a good date” he winked, “I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

“Alright, I’ll talk to you then” you said.

He winked again then backed to his car, climbing in it as you waited extra long to drive away just to annoy him because you were blocking his car in. You chuckled when he beeped at you and then you made your way back home, Stiles riding you ass until you turned separate ways.

“What happened” your mom asked when you walked in the door, limping with bandaged hands.

“I fell” you shrugged, “I’m okay, I cleaned it up” your mom nodded at you as you walked upstairs, anxiously waiting for Stiles to call you, even though everything JUST happened. It was weird, you didn’t expect for Stiles to be so flirty and so friendly, you half expected him to be a douche bag that was full of himself, but instead of hating him, you gave him your number. You considered it being a dream but the pain in your hands and ankle were too real for the situation to be fake.

“Hey, Brittany’s going to the concert with me, so you have to drive us on Friday” you sister popped in informing you of the plan, and also sticking out her tongue and mock laughing at you.

“Okay” you said simply. Now that you had a plan and didn’t have to waste so much gas driving them around, you were totally okay with it. Your sister gave you a confused look and walked out of your room as your phone went off in your lap.

You looked down to see Stiles’ name. So your name is (Y/N), I never asked that in the parking lot lol.

You answered simply, but enough to carry on a conversation with him, and you kept texting like that until he called you around 8 to make more plans with you. He told you that he wanted to meet up with you tomorrow so he can give you a venue pass to get backstage. You agreed to meet him for the pass and the next day when you got the pass, he gave you a hug to say hi and then carried a short conversation before saying something about band practice and leaving you to go home.

The week went by extra slow, as you sister constantly bragged about seeing the Cyclones live and that you didn’t get to cause you were mean and ungrateful, even though your sister didn’t invite you to with her, your mom wanted you to with her.

Friday at 6 PM you got a text from Stiles saying he was excited to see you, and not to forget the pass. I won’t ! You answered as you got into the car with your sister, and went to her friend’s house to pick her up and then went to the venue.

Your sister and her friend got out, thanking you for driving them as you faked like you were going home and parked around the side ally where the stage door was. There was a big dude there preventing people from walking it. You showed him your pass and he gave you a weird look like it might be fake, but let you in anyway.

“Can I help you?” someone asked as you walked up the stairs to right outside the stage.

“Uh, yeah, I’m here to see Stiles” you said, showing them the pass.

“Oh right, he said you would be coming by, (Y/N) right? I’m his manager, Trevor, he’s on the stage right now for sound check, you can go out and see him if you want or you can wait back here, no one’s in the venue yet” Trevor explained.

“Thank you” you smiled as you walked to the stage, saying hi to his drummer Scott and his bassist, Isaac. Allison, the other guitarist wasn’t around yet.

“Hey” you greeted brightly to Stiles.

“Hey!” he greeted back, giving you a hug, “you made it”

“Course, my sister is outside” you mentioned.

“She won’t see you, don’t worry” he said as him and his techs tuned his guitars.

When people were starting to get into the venue you left the stage and went to the side to watch the band perform, Allison finally made it, apologizing for being late. The band played great and Stiles’ vocals were on par, being the beginning of his tour, it was one of best concerts you’ve been to, they got the crowd pumped up very quickly and dancing around on stage and you never once saw your sister or her friend. During one of his songs, Stiles looks to you on the side of the stage and winked before singing his heart out to the crowd. You smiled at him and rocked out, side stage where some of the people Scott, Allison, and Isaac knew.

“Goodnight LA! Drive safe, you were an amazing crowd, thank you!” Stiles yelled into the microphone as the crowd applauded and cheered at him.

“How was it?” he asked you taking out his inner ears.

“That was amazing!!” you said excited.

“Did I sound okay?” he asked nervously.

“You sounded amazing!” you told him honestly.

He smiled at you and wiped the sweat off his forehead, “I need a shower”

“Yeah you do!” you agreed, seeing how sweaty he was.

“Hey don’t you need to pick up your sister?” he asked.

“Yeah I’m waiting for her—-” your phone started to vibrate in your hand, your sister was calling for you to get her, “Gotta go, call me after you shower okay?”

“Gotcha!” he said as you ran out the door to answer your phone last minute.

“Hey I’m around the corner by the stage door walk around there”

“Okay” your sister replied. A couple minutes later, their heads popped around the corner and got into the back seat of your car.

“How was it?” you asked, playing it cool.

“It was amazing!” they screamed, “but the band wasn’t having a meet and greet tonight” she said sadly.

“Maybe one day you’ll meet him"  you smiled to your sister, reminding yourself to get an autograph for her tonight.

You drove home and waited in the living room for Stiles’ call, as your parents were already out on their date.

Your phone finally vibrated in your hand after about an hour.

"Hey” you answered.

“Hey yourself, so you want to meet at my place, I showered and everything” he said.

“Yeah that sounds good, where do you live?” you questioned.

He gave you the address, as you wrote it down to put in your phone later.

“Alright I’ll be there in 20”

“Cool, see you then”

You got up, running up the stairs to reapply make up, then going into your sisters room to tell her and her friend that you were heading out and didn’t know when you’d be back, which they didn’t really care about, they were 16, they want to be home alone.

The drive was shorter than you expected. You drove into the drive way, finding the black Lexus was the only car, meaning his band wasn’t here.

“Hey” he greeted you as you got out of the car, he was already outside waiting for you.

“Hey” you said happily again as he pulled you into the second hug of the night, “I ordered pizza, I hope that’s okay, I’m starving”

“That’s alright” you agreed as you followed him into his house and noticed a pool table, “You have a pool table!?” you gawked.

“Yeah” he chuckled, “you play?”

“Yeah, I mean, I know how to play, I’m not good at it though” you shrugged.

“Wanna play?” he asked, picking out his pool stick and queing up the balls.

“Sure” you agreed, going over the extra pool sticks and grabbing one you liked.

“You break” he told you getting out of the way.

The lined up the stick with the ball and slammed it as hard as you could, but still did a terrible break causing Stiles to laugh and expertly shoot a ball into the hole until there were almost none of his kind on the table.

“You know you’re supposed to let the girl win on the first date” you folded your arms.

“Not in my rule book” he chuckled winking at you.

The pizza finally came and Stiles gave you money to go pay for it while he finished the game. You didn’t really care if he cheated, you weren’t winning it anyways.

“Sweet” he said, laying his que on the table and walking upstairs to the living room and plopping down on the couch. You put the pizza on the coffee table. Stiles grabbed a piece and turned on the TV looking for something to watch.

“You can have a piece” he said, his mouth full of food.

“Well thank you” you said with a smile, he just nodded in your direction.

“Wanna watch a movie?” he asked, going in for his second piece.

“Sure, anything in mind?”

“Nahh, I was hoping you knew a good one” he chuckled.

“How about Pirates of the Caribbean?” you questioned.

“YES!!” he shouted excitedly, “I love that movie”

“Alrighty then” you said.

You loved this movie as well, you watched it all the time on your own, you like the second one better but the first one was really good as well, you couldn’t deny that.

“Hey” you said, realizing something.

“What?” he asked, whipping his head around to you.

“What’s your last name?” you asked randomly.

“Why?” he chuckled.

“Just wondering” you said easily.

“It’s Stilinski” he answered without another question.



“Your name is Stiles Stilinski?”

“Stiles is a nickname” he answered.

“Oh, whats your real name?”

“I can’t pronounce it” he laughed.

“How do you spell it?” you asked.

He wrote it in his phone then showed it to you, “Wow” you responded, “Stiles it is”

He chuckled and went back to the movie. It was around 11 at night when it ended and Stiles was slightly falling asleep on the couch next to you. He yawned and stretched beside you, “I’m tired” he said.

“Me too, I should probably go” you said, getting up and grabbing your keys.

“I mean you could stay but I have to wake up really early so I’d have to kick you out anyway” he smirked.

“I think I’ll sleep in my own bed” you smiled.

“Good call” he said, “Well it was awesome seeing you again, I’m really glad you came to the show”

“Of course” you smiled at him as he pulled you into another hug and walked you out to your car his hand in yours.

“Well I hope we can hang out again before I have to go on tour” he said as you got to your car.

“Me too” you agreed.

“So uh, I’ll text you then, or call you tomorrow, I don’t know depends on what I’m doing” he said, letting go of your hand.

“Text is always safer” you mentioned.

“I’ll text you then” he smiled.

“Sounds good” you said, grabbing your door handle.

“I’ll see you later” he said leaning down to give you a kiss on the cheek, then backed away with a wink as you got into your car and started it.

It was a miracle you got home without pulling over and screaming at the top of your lungs that Stiles just kissed you on the cheek, but you contained it for when you got home. You screamed in the car then walked in with your nerves calmed. When your were about to pass out in your bed later that night you realized that you didn’t get the autograph.

Next time, you thought and closed your eyes to fall asleep peacefully.

We'll Meet Again: Chapter 7 Next Lifetime

Sometimes you learn from your mistakes, sometimes you don’t. And if you are lucky enough, you are able to try again. This is a post-apocalyptic reincarnation love story. 

You can read all of my fanfic on the fanfic link on my main page. You can also track this story under #Scandal fanfic We’ll Meet Again

A/N: This Huck is different than the season 3 Huck. I frankly can’t stand Huck now that he has laid hands on Olivia and Quinn. I don’t want to see him on my screen, much less write about him. So Spin is what I think we could pull from his character before 3a. 

Read first: Chapter 1: Prologue;  Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6; Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15Chapter 16

Chapter 7: Next Lifetime

  • I guess I’ll see you next lifetime
  • No hard feelings
  • I guess I’ll see you next lifetime
  • I’m gonna be there – Erykah Badu (x)

Liv sat in stunned silence for a moment before addressing him again. “Why? Why does he want me?”

Fitz shook his head and looked down briefly at the ground. “I don’t know, but he offered me a similar deal that he gave Harry. Find you and be free.” The light of the dying fire cast shadows on his face, but his clear eyes locked with hers. “It seems like he’s not one for keeping his deals. You should remember that Harry,” Fitz called out, looking over her shoulder to address the man tied up just like him. Harry said nothing in response, but looked irritated and in pain.

“Harry said that you had some kind of post with him, what was it?”

“I’m a Captain in his militia.” He shrugged and looked down at the ground again.

Liv lifted her eyebrows in surprise. “That’s a pretty high up, why walk away?”

“Doesn’t everyone want to be in charge of their own destiny, Livvie?” Again she felt that strange sensation she had when she first met him and put her life in his hands. She searched his eyes for answers to questions she couldn’t quite form. In spite of everything, she wanted to trust him. Liv shook her head and her eyes hardened with resolution. She grabbed the knife from the trunk and Fitz felt a twinge of panic. She then proceeded to cut the ties that bound him.

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Chapter 8

Song for this chapter:

Hanging by a Moment - Lifehouse

“Desperate for changing, starving for truth, I’m closer to where I started, I’m chasing after you.”


Luke’s POV

“Luke get up or we’re going to be late!” Mum’s voice calls from downstairs.

I groan, and roll over, getting out of my bed slowly. I skip a shower, because I took one last night, and just get dressed. I throw on a random shirt that was on the ground, my usual black skinny jeans, and my black vans.

Walking into the bathroom, I wince at my disheveled hair. I splash some cold water on my face to wake myself up some more. I quickly fix my hair into a quiff, and brush my teeth. I grab my bag and run down the stairs, taking a granola bar and water bottle from the kitchen as I walk past it.

“I think that’s your new record.” Mum grins at me as I slide into the passenger seat.

I laugh and nod, agreeing with her. She tells me that there’s a staff meeting about a field trip that they want to take the school on after school, so she won’t be home at the usual time. I listen intently as I munch on my granola bar.

“I’ll probably just go to Mike’s anyway.” I reply as I chew.

Mum shakes her head but laughs, “Sounds good. How was that study session you had yesterday after school?”

My cheeks turn red as I think of giving Vivian my number, “It was good.”

“That’s good. How do you think she’ll do on the test today?” She asks.

I think it over in my head for a moment, I want her to do her best and pass, because I know that she has the full potential of doing just that. On the other hand, I don’t want her to pass, so I can be around her more, I know it’s selfish and terrible of me to wish for her to fail the test, but I do.

“I don’t know.” I answer honestly.

Mum’s quiet for a moment, and we pull up to the school, “Well I hope she does fine. Have a good day.”

“You too, love you.” I reply, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Love you too, see you tonight.” She smiles as I get out of the car.

Mum pulls away, heading to work, and I walk into the school. I look down at my phone to see a new message from Calum, send in our group message consisting of me, him, Michael and Ashton.

‘Practice today after school, at Mikes, you ALL better come.’

I roll my eyes, knowing that he meant me and Ashton when he said all. Someone bumps me in the shoulder, sending me staggering back a little.

“Excuse me,” I look up and see that it’s Ashton in front of me, and he does not look happy, “dick.” I mutter and start to walk away.

“What did you say?” He questions, his voice loud, and venomous.

“Nothing, Ashy Poo.” I turn around, and give him a sarcastic smile.

He looks as if he’s about to pounce on me when Michael comes in between us.

“Alright guys, calm down, lets not make a scene.” He pats Ashton’s back, trying to calm him down.

Ashton opens his mouth, to most likely say something he really doesn’t mean, but thankfully the bell rings before he can. I turn around and walk away, ignoring Ashton mutter, ‘asshole’

I walk into Mr. Hensely’s classroom, and immediately search for Vivian. I meet her eyes, and a smile forms on me lips. I send her a thumbs up, and she smiles at me, nodding.

“Alright class, test time.” Mr. Hensley announces, passing out the packets of paper.

I look over at Vivian as she gets hers and looks at it. I can tell that she’s panicking. Her eyes are wide, and she’s biting on the inside of her lip. Her back is arched over the desk, and her hands are playing with each other. I don’t know when I started to notice the little things she does when she’s nervous, or stressed, but I can pick up on them now.

I clear my throat, attempting to get her attention. After doing it two more times, and receiving some strange looks, she finally looks over at me. Her eyes are still wide, and panicked.

I let out a deep breath, and point to my lips, trying to tell her to just breath. She lets out a breath, and gives me a half smile. She nods her head at me, then looks back at her paper, visibly relaxing.

Looking at my own paper, I answer each question after carefully reading, and analyzing it. Within fifteen minutes, I’m done with it. I hand in my paper, giving Mr. Hensley a small nod.

I sit back down, and look over at Vivian. She has her pencil in between her teeth, and is staring intently at her paper.

I can’t help but grin at how adorable she looks. I have to make myself look away before she sees me watching her.

About ten minutes later everyone has handed in their tests, including Vivian. I stand up, and walk over to her desk.

“Hey.” I sit down in front of her.

“Hey.” She smiles up at me, causing a foreign feeling in my stomach.

“How do you think you did?” I ask softly, watching her face.

She sucks in her bottom lip, “To be honest, I don’t know. I tried to remember everything you told me, but my mind just jumbles up all of the numbers and words and it doesn’t make sense.” She rambles on, getting frustrated.

“Hey, it’s fine,” I grab one of her hands unconsciously, “math isn’t for everyone.”

A blush creeps up her neck as she nods, staring at our hands. I look down and realize what I’m doing, an immediately remove my hand, instantly missing the feeling of her soft skin.

Thankfully the bell rings before I can do something stupid again, and we part our ways, with a small smile sent to each other.


“Hurry up, Ashton’s waiting for us.” Michael grumbles smacking my arm.

“I’m coming, he can wait for five more minutes.” I mumble, shoving my things into my backpack.

The school day went by quickly after first period. Again at lunch, Trent had his beefy arm around Vivian, and a strange rage came over me. Especially when he started to whisper things in her ear, and tug on her ear with his teeth. She looked so uncomfortable, but masked it so well that I almost didn’t catch it.

“When are you two going to stop being pissed at each other? It isn’t helping any of us at all.” Calum questions, leaning back on the lockers.

I sigh and shrug, not bothering to answer his question that we all know the answer to. We’ll make up when Ashton stops holding his grudge against Vivian.

“Let’s just go.” I slam my locker door shut, and walk towards where Michael always parks his car.

As we drive to Michael’s house, I pull out my phone, and press on the messages from Vivian. We hadn’t texted each other since she first got my number. I want to say something, but I don’t want to come off as creepy or annoying.

My thumbs do a little dance, as I think of something to say, and I come up with this,

'We find out our scores tomorrow, how do you feel?’

I hit send, and wait for a reply that comes a few minutes later.

'Nervous, how about you?’

I unconsciously bite on my lip as I reply.

'I feel fine about my score, and I’m sure you did great :)’

We continue to text as I get to Michael’s, and walk into his house. I slide my phone into my pocket when I see Ashton waiting at his drums. We don’t at anything to each other, I just put my bag and shoes in a corner and pick up my guitar.

“Let’s play Heartbreak Girl first, and go from there.” Michael announces, naturally becoming the leader because Ashton’s in one of his moods.

We all start playing, and Calum starts singing, “You call me up, it’s like a broken record, saying that your heart hurts, that you’ll never get over him, getting over you.”

I smile when my phone buzzes as we play, and start singing my part as well as I can. When the song’s over, I pull out my phone as the boys talk, and reply to the text she sent. When I put it away they’ve started playing the intro for Unpredictable, and I join in immediately.

“She sits at home with the lights out, seeing life in different colors.” I sing, and as soon as the song ends I take out my phone again. It goes like this for the next two songs, until Ashton says something.

“Who you texting, Lukey?” He spits the nickname.

I roll my eyes as I type, “None of your business, Ashy.” I say his name just like he said mine.

“You’re texting that bitch, aren’t you?” I can feel the smirk through his words.

“She’s not a bitch. You’re just an asshole.” I set my guitar up and stand up so I’m facing him.

"What did you just call me?” He stands up getting closer to me.

“Oh, does Ashton not like getting called names? How weird is that?” I raise my hands dramatically.

Ashton comes up right in my face, “I am this close, to knocking your fucking teeth in.” The gap between his fingers is barley an inch.

I just stare at him, not saying anything, or I know he will punch me. His jaw clenches as he backs away grabbing his stuff, and walking out the front door, slamming it shut so hard that I’m surprised the door didn’t break off.

“I really thought that he was going to punch you there.” Calum lets out a breath of relief.

“Me too.” I agree, and slump back against the wall.

“Well I wanted him to punch you.” Michael says, and I know that he’s half serious, “You two drive me fucking insane, now get out.” He points to the front door.

“Are you serious?” I ask.

“Yes, now get out of my fucking house. Neither of you are allowed back in until you make up.” He raises his eyebrows at me, and I know he’s serious.

“Whatever.” I walk over to where my stuff is.

“Come on Mike.” Calum says, trying to get him to change his mind.

“No, I’m sick of the bullshit, all over a stupid girl.” He nearly yells.

I roll my eyes and walk out of the house, sending him my middle finger before slamming the door shut. Ashton’s car is gone, thankfully. I pull out my headphones and plug them into my phone before putting them on and blasting music.

I text Vivian as I walk home, and for some reason it calms me down. When I walk into my house a few minutes later, in greeted by barking, and tiny paws jumping on me.

“Molly!” I shout, and crouch down, pulling off my headphones swiftly.

“Hey girl, when did you get home?” I scratch behind her ears, like I always do.

She barks and jumps up to licks my face, “I know, I’ve missed you too girl.” I laugh, then gently push her off of me, so I can look at the note mum left that’s sitting on the counter.

I just picked up Molly from the vet at lunch, her paw isn’t broken, but fractured. Be careful with her, and don’t give her too many treats.
-Mum xx’

I grin at the last part of her note, and pick up Molly, examining the little bandage around one of her legs. I gently finger over the white gauze, and we whimpers, tucking it away.

“Aw, Molls I’m sorry. I think you deserve a treat, don’t you?” I scratch behind her ears again, and grin when she perks up at the word ‘treat’. I grab three out of the dish that holds her treats. I give her one right now, and hold onto the other two of them for later.

I take her up to my room, and set her on my bed, slumping down on it next to her.

“What should we do Molls?” I look at her, as if thinking she’ll answer me.

“Let’s watch a movie, and I can do my homework.” I turn on my laptop, and open up Netflix, choose a movie, then take out my homework.  By the time I’m halfway through the movie, I’ve finished up my homework, and am starting to get bored of the movie. I glance at the clock to see that it’s almost 6:30, and mum won’t be home for another hour. 

“Molly, I’m so bored, what should we do?” I roll over, so I’m facing Molly, who’s curled up on my pillow. 

She looks at me and barks, as if trying to tell me something. 

“What?” She barks again, and stands up, jumping off the bed, and limping towards the door. I follow her, and she walks to the back door. 

“Molls, you’re hurt we can’t go for a walk.” I shake my head, and she barks again, clawing at the door. 

Oh!“ I exclaim, and open the door, letting her out to do her business. My phone vibrates in my pocket showing a text from Vivian. I smile at it, and hurry to reply, sending it. 

Molly limps back to the door, and I let her in. My stomach rumbles, and I stroll to the kitchen to get a snack. Mum calls me, saying that she’s on her way home. Once she’s home we eat some leftovers, and chat for a little while. 

We head to bed after a while. As I lay under my sheets, with Molly sitting comfortably on my stomach. My phone vibrates, with a text from Vivian. 

'I’m turning in for the night. See you tomorrow, goodnight.’

I smile and reply, 

'Sweet dreams. xx' 

I hit send, and fall asleep quickly, with a smile on my face. 


Authors note:

So, chapter 7, not very climatic, but the next one will be, I promise. I’m excited to post it!

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Hugs & Kisses


Dirty, Pretty Thing - Epilogue

AU Emma Swan wants to escape her life, move East, start new. Working at The Velvet Rope is her ticket out of here. But then he comes along, mysterious, sexy, dangerous. Surely she can resist his charms?

Nine months later, I’ve finally finished writing this. Thanks to everyone who has read this and of course to my wonderful beta, Nickillian.

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The last chapter. 

Hey Ruby!

I’m so sorry I’ve taken so long to reply, been kinda crazy over here, you know?

Like you asked, I’ve attached our flight details to this email. Please tell Victor I really appreciate the ride! Killian has arranged for us to stay at the same apartment complex he always uses for business, until we get our new place furnished and up and running.

Everything has been so crazy since we decided to move back to Seattle- I can’t believe it was only a month ago and in a few days we’ll be moving. Killian has decided to look into opening a gallery somewhere around the city. I think it will be good for him; his clients here are okay but I worry, you know?

“Hey Em, you ready?”

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