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here are a bunch of AMAZING fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of july. I recommend that you read these great fics in august, if you haven’t already!! also check out the HL Summer Fic Exchange - my fic will be posted soon (hopefully)!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)

1. Just a Walk in the Park 124k **

It’s 2015, the first time dinosaurs walked the earth in over 65 million years. The multi-billion dollar company, Twist Corporations, is planning a summer opening for their world changing attraction, “Jurassic Park”.

They take an interest in the history making duo of Dr. Louis Tomlinson, a stubborn paleontologist, and his partner, paleobotanist Dr. Liam Payne, giving them the chance of a lifetime to work for the new theme park. Louis is apprehensive, but Liam has a “gut feeling” that it will change their lives. He isn’t wrong.

Featuring Niall as the top engineer to get the park up and running, Zayn as the raptor expert, and Harry as the grandson of one of the most influential men in the world.

2. Let’s Embrace the Point of No Return 33k

Louis was a whole new scale of beautiful, he was richer than Harry could’ve ever imagined, and he was the most powerful, dominant alpha that Harry had ever come in contact with. The only problem now is that Louis is also Harry’s boss.

Louis believed Harry was an alpha, and had no idea about how he had lied about his status just to get an interview with Louis. He was in too deep now and he couldn’t look back.

Or, Harry is an omega intern at an all alpha company. Louis is his boss. There’s some complications.

3. How Could I Ever Forget 14k

After his boyfriend leaves him for a job in New York, Harry vows to move on with his life. A year later when their best friends announce their engagement, Harry knows he’ll be forced to see Louis again and face the truth he’s been trying his best to hide–even from himself.

Or a Vegas AU where Ziam’s bachelor party turns into drunken karaoke, winning thousands at slots, washing your clothes at the laundromat in your underwear, and making life altering decisions that you can’t remember in the morning.

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365 Days of Journaling

This year I am comitted to journaling every day. To make sure I am inspired to write I’ve compiled a list of prompts using journaling prompts, list prompts and self-discovery questions. Feel free to use!

365 Days of Journaling

1. Your New Year’s Resolutions.

2. Personal fact file.

3. Review of 2014

4. How can you treat yourself more gently this year? Things you could lighten up on yourself about?

5. List 5 simple activities to nurture yourself.

6. What do you need to stop worrying about?

7. Secret

8. What do you repeatedly re-evaluate? Can you let it go?

9. List things you should be proud of.

10. What negative phrases do you say about your body? Can you replace them with positive affirmations about your body?

11. List 10 things your body does that is amazing.

12. How are you sleeping?

13. Friendship

14. In my heart I know the one way I can nurture my bod more this year is ___.

15. What makes you feel loved and cared for?

16. How does social media affect you?

17. List your greatest comforts.

18. Book Review

19. Design your outdoor area/garden.

20. Who do you want to surround yourself with this year?

21. An artist that inspires you.

22. List current and future goals and dreams.

23. What’s something you do differently to other people?

24. List what you are grateful for.

25. What’s something you want to do but haven’t?

26. Imagination.

27. List things you do to procrastinate.

28. Do you feel worthy of nurturing and gentle care? How does it feel for you to say ‘I am deserving of loving care. I take time to take care of myself?’

29. List words that touch your soul.

30. I wish animals could…… If they could, then…..

31. Has your greatest fear come true?

32. Never have I ever list.

33. What’s holding you back?

34. List dream jobs.

35. Favourite recipe.

36. List fictional characters with whom you have fallen in love.

37. Focus.

38. I am inspired by…

39. Your favourite flower?

40. Movie Review.

41. ‘If I won the lottery’ list.

42. In this moment are you happy?

43. Hope.

44. List things you like to do when you’re sick.

45. Have you been the kind of friend you want as a friend?

  1. 46.  ‘If I ruled the world’ list.

47. Words to live by.

48. I wish I had one more chance to….. Then I would…..

49. 5 things you want in a relationship.

50. My overused words and phrases.

51. Dream.

52. Recipe for a perfect weekend.

53. Make a table, 10 things you love and hate about your body.

54. List your greatest achievements.

55. Doodle here.

56. What’s your happiest childhood memory?

57. In ten years from now where would you like to be?

58. What’s your perfect trip?

59. When have you felt most passionate?

60. Your skills.

61. I wish I could forget the time I ….. because….

62. Book Review.

63. Believe.

64. If not now – when?

65. Is it possible to know, without a doubt, what is good and what is evil?

66. Do you feel like you’ve lived this day before?

67. Write a letter, Dear Past Me.

68. What would you wish for if a genie granted you 3 wishes?

69. The most disappointed I’ve ever been…

70. What scares you?

71. Mystery.

72. 10 television shows.

73. Nobody knows that I…

74. Your favourite scent?

75. Do you cope with stress? How?

76. List your essentials.

77. Plan a romantic evening.

78. Your saddest memory?

79. What’s the difference between being alive and truly living?

80. Mistake.

81. I wish I had a million… Then I would…

82. List books.

83. Decide upon a three course meal.

84. If we learn from mistakes why are we so frightened of making them?

85. What’s something you’ve learnt today?

86. What was your favourite school subject?

87. 10 celeb crushes.

88. The most fun I’ve ever had…

89. What are you looking forward to?

90. List places you want to go.

91. Laughter.

92. Describe each day of the week as if it was a person?

93. Are you a worrier?

94. The tattoos you have?

95. 10 things to do before your next birthday. (95)

96. Who was your best friend?

97. List favourite quotes.

98. Favourite colour combos.

99. Movie review.

100. Who do you admire?

101. I wish I could learn….. because…..

102. Look through a magazine – what images stand out?

103. The biggest lie I’ve ever told is…

104. Favourite animation.

105. Something out of reach…

106. A mistake you won’t make again?

107. Wisdom.

108. List things that feel like home.

109. I am…

110. I’m not very good at…

111. List things you want to be known for.

112. What was your favourite toy?

113. Your character traits.

114. Pause.

115. Describe your dream job.

116. Write a letter, Dear Future Me.

117. Make an A-Z list of things that you want to do.

118. Write about your first job?

119. Adventure.

120. List of websites.

121. Ways to waste time…

122. Table of Do’s and Don’ts

123. Your make-up bag?

124. What’s the most outrageous thing you’ve ever done?

125. What makes you miserable?

126. Energy.

127. Things you find beautiful?

128. There’s no excuse for…

129. The most terrifying moment of my life was…

130. What was your first car?Design your bedroom.

131. In 25 years will you be proud of the things you did or regret the things you didn’t do?

132. Write a mantra.

133. Your bucket list.

134. Proud.

135. A-Z list of words to describe you.

136. What makes you unique?

137. Your next tattoo?

138. Lyrics of meaning.

139. Movie review.

140. Collection of jokes.

141. What happiness means to you?

142. Doodle here.

143. Simple.

144. List 3 things that went right or wrong today.

145. How do you deal with anger?

146. Are you forgiving?

147. Things I always did with my dad when I was young…

148. List things that remind me of a my childhood.

149. Favourite emotion?

150. What is magic?

151. Which is worse, failing or never trying?

152. When do you make excuses?

153. Unique.

154. List bad habits.

155. Childhood games.

156. List family traditions.

157. Something you overheard today.

158. Choose a poem.

159. List things that motivate you.

160. Grace.

161. Get a map and plan a route.

162. Qualities you look for in a boyfriend?

163. Your pet.

164. Your definition of beauty.

165. Plan a perfect date.

166. List things that happened on the day you were born.

167. Myth.

168. List of questions.

169. Your perfume?

170. HTML colour codes.

171. List pet peeves.

172. Robert Frost write a poem titled The Road Not Taken.  Name a road you’ve always wanted to travel.  Where do you hope it takes you, and what might you see on the way?

173. Hug.

174. Ways to relax…

175. Your favourite albums?

176. Authors whose work you enjoy.

177. The worst nightmare you’ve ever had?

178. 5 things you can’t live without?

179. Every child deserves…

180. What would you change about the world?

181. List things to collect.

182. Plan an exercise routine.

183. I wish I had enough money to……

184. Cocktail recipe.

185. List summer goals.

186. Best advice given.

187. Religion.

188. Your favourite piece of classical music.

189. Your talents?

190. What 5 traits do people first notice when they meet you for the first time?

191. List of 10 boy names.

192. Designer inspiration.

193. How much will power do you have?

194. Your favourite place and why?

195. Place your playlist on shuffle, write the lyrics to first song played.

196. List people you love.

197. Think back to the toys of your childhood.

198. Choose some scenery.

199. Favourite days of the year.

200. Today’s horoscope.

201. I wish everyone loved……

202. Advice to your best friend.

203. What does your sleeping position say about you?

204. Is there a heaven?

205. Things I always did with my mam when I was young…

206. Who would you like to thank for something they did for you in the past?

207. Favourite holiday.

208. Design something.

209. What did you buy today?

210. Favourite colour palette.

211. Are you competitive?

212. Create a pattern.

213. Your pet.

214. Find a new poem.

215. Independent.

216. What does love mean to you?

217. Ten ways to improve yourself.

218. Miracle.

219. Your karaoke song.

220. Here is what others see me as …

221. Your favourite weather.

222. What is your personal secret to happiness?

223. What does real success in life mean to you?

224. Things that happened ten years ago today…

225. Vision.

226. Your blog.

227. Your favourite season.

228. Honestly.

229. Mission in life…

230. In three words, describe your life.

231. Dreams for someday…

232. What do you think of the saying YOLO?

233. Best advice received.

234. What are means to you?

235. Most valued idea.

236. Most fun day ever.

237. Are you brave?

238. Happiest moment lately.

239. Who am I really?

240. Yesterday, I was…

241. What kind of day are you having, and why?

242. Your wedding song?

243. In what areas are you optimistic, and in what areas are you pessimistic?

244. Describe your life in colour.

245. What do you see in the mirror?

246. Future.

247. Interior design inspiration.

248. Success.

249. The headlines today are…

250. Write down today’s stresses.

251. What is your earliest memory of home?

252. Qualities you look for in a friend?

253. A promise I must make myself.

254. Cloud.

255. Something you learnt the hard way?

256. Urgent challenges.

257. What would your superpower be?

258. Lost.

259. How much self-control do you have?

260. Who do you talk to when you have a problem?

261. Paint a picture.

262. Where would you like to be lost?

263. How old were you four years ago? Describe some things you can do now that you could not do then.

264. Book review.

265.  Choose a religion.

266. List of things to photograph.

267. A place you relax.

268. Favourite family photo.

269. Describe how university was for you?

270. A photo that makes you happy.

271. Complete.  

272. Use a newspaper for inspiration today.

273. Your house rules?

274. When I am old I will…

275. Who or what has had a strong influence in your life?

276. Write about climbing.

277. What’s the meaning of your name?

278. Make an emotional graph whilst listening to a song.

279. Doodle here

280. List places you would not visit.

281. What other profession would you do?

282. Power.

283. What does it feel like to be wrong?

284. Would you jump out of a plane?

285. What have you won?

286. Favourite brands.

287. Where do you feel most comfortable?

288. A woman who inspires you.

289. Which is least important to you–money, power, fame–and why?

290. Describe a dream that you had recently. Provide as many details as possible.

291. Why is it important to be honest?

292. A ridiculous law held in your country.

293. Why do you work where you work?

294. What’s your least favourite mode of transportation?

295. Place your playlist on shuffle and write the first ten songs that are played.

296. Where do you people watch?

297. Collect some wallpaper.

298. Movie Review

299. Draw optical illusions.

300. If you were an animal, what animal would you be?

301. What headline really got to you today?

302. Write about a difficult time in your life when you showed strength.

303. Best lesson you’ve ever learnt?

304. Something expensive you won’t buy yourself.

305. What historical events happened the year you were born?

306. Legend.

307. Does Never Never Land really exist?

308. Favourite candles.

309. List of fictional places you wish you could visit.

310. Do you look after yourself?

311. Seven things I love to do.

312. How does the weather effect you?

313. What do you think of animal testing?

314. Escape.

315. List five things you would buy if money wasn’t an object?

316. If you were a doctor, what kind of doctor would you be?

317. Open up a random book to page 33, and take the first sentence at the top of the page and start writing from it.

318. A-Z list of words that mean something to you.

319. Sometimes I pretend to be.

320. Describe your relationship with your grandparents.

321. As a writer, my dream come true would be…

322. List 3 things that went right today.

323. Trace your hand, write words on how you feel today inside.

324. Favourite superhero?

325. I promise to…

326. What effect does music have on you?

327. What can you see out of your window right now?

328. Name one thing you have always been good at doing.

329. What is your favourite form of exercise?

330. A festival you would like to experience?

331. The problem with being me is that…

332. Today’s fashion inspiration.

333. Families are important because…

334. Are you doing what you believe in or what you believe you should be doing?

335. What era inspires you?

336. A myth or legend that intrigues you.

337. What really moves you?

338. Take a walk, what did you think about?

339. What must I do tomorrow?

340. What’s making you mad today?

341. Write a letter to your future daughter about growing up.

342. List of 10 girl’s names.

343. Write down something no one knows about you.

344. Give yourself a pep talk?

345. When I was a child I didn’t realise that…

346. Your starsign.

347. List of your firsts.

348. What would you tell your future self to stay more positive?

349. Book Review

350. Words that mean something to you.

351. List of things you look forward to.

352. Was today a good day?

353. Something that helped to shape your outlook to life?

354. Write a description of a winter’s scene.

355. Your Christmas shopping list?

356. Events to remember this year…

357. What did Christmas mean to you as a child?

358. What does Christmas mean to you now?

359. How was your Christmas?

360. What’s great about today?

361. Would you change anything about this year?

362. What are you proud of achieving this year?

363. What I learnt this year…

364. Words to describe 2014.

365. What are your resolutions for the upcoming year?

reasons to read/watch One Piece

  • there’s an 8 foot tall talking singing skeleton with an afro who makes bad puns all the time what’s there not to love
  • there’s a 7 foot tall cyborg who hates pants and says super a lot and he’s powered by cola
  • sky islands
  • at one point someone turns into a giraffe and it’s hilarious but then the giraffe guy actually cuts a building in half because he got pissed at everyone (including his own partner) for not taking his giraffe form seriously. one of his attacks was called “pasta machine
  • the main character is canonically asexual/aromantic. one time he saw the world’s most beautiful woman half naked and his response was “Huh? Why are you naked? Where’s the food?”
  • this series will make you cry over boats and whales. and dogs. and reindeer. and hats
  • none of the main characters have a real romance or romantic relationship with anyone
  • USOPP his whole introduction arc is about him lying to a girl to make her feel better because she had depression, and it was working. (his “lies“ are larger than life stories about him as a kid pirate)
  • there’s a guy named Buggy the Clown and he actually looks like a clown but not out of choice he was born with a big red nose and he gets pissed whenever people mention it (or sound like they mention it)
  • exploding ghosts
  • evil ventriloquist puppet pigeons that may or may not actually be evil
  • one guy’s devil fruit power is to eat anything and then turn into what he eats and it’s actually a pretty dangerous power
  • all the emphasis is on familial love and friendship
  • did i mention that one character is a tiny cute reindeer who’s also a very, very good doctor
  • ANCIENT CONSPIRACY THEORIES like there’s this whole century of history that’s been erased by the World Government and its forbidden to study it
  • there are also these things called Poneglyphs that are indestructible stones with ancient language written on them and they come from that blank century and no one is allowed to study them. the World Government says b/c of the Ancient Weapons that the Poneglyphs talk about (which are real) but in reality they don’t want the information on the people and country the stones originated from to become known knowledge. the world government literally burned down an entire island and wiped it from the map for doing this
  • devil fruit powers okay some of them are really cool like turning into fire or magma or causing earthquakes, but then there’s stuff like turning into a giraffe, slowing things down, being rubber, returning from the dead, controlling/becoming a ghost, controlling shadows, SPROUTING LIMBS FROM ANY SURFACE, secreting poison, being able to cut people up without killing them and switching their body parts around and switching their personalities. one character can control hormones and another can turn his hands into giant scissors. and the thing is, ALL THESE POWERS ARE STILL REALLY DANGEROUS
  • Water Luffy. Luffy is impaled by a giant hook at one point and almost dies and then like literally a day later he shows up with a giant barrel of water b/c the villain’s weakness is water. but the villain can also absorb water, so Luffy does the logical thing and CHUGS THE WHOLE BARREL OF WATER UNTIL HE LOOKS LIKE A HUMAN WATER BALLOON AND THEN HE STARTS LEAKING FROM THE VERY SERIOUS WOUND THAT NEARLY KILLED HIM AND SAYS “AHH!! I SPRUNG A LEAK!!”
  • this quote: “When does a man die? When he’s struck by a deadly disease? No. When he’s shot through the heart with a pistol? No. when eh eats soup made from a poisonous mushroom? No!! A Man dies… when people forget him.”
  • you’ll cry over that mushroom
  • Luffy’s idea of an insult is calling a guy who uses three-sword style “four -sword style”
  • also one guy holds a sword in each hand and one in his mouth and it’s badass as fuck i kid you not
  • literally no plot device is forgotten like everything mentioned at one point WILL COME BACK. one time a character was shown in a tiny panel in a super short flashback in chapter 13 or so, and then like 400-500 chapters later TURNS OUT THAT RANDOM BACKGROUND CHARACTER IS ACTUALLY A MAJOR CHARACTER
  • Angels!! Giants!! Dwarfs!! Long armed people!! Long legged people!! Minks!! Fishman!! there’s so many different species it’s great

For my dear @edierone, in response to her fantastic prompt: “The directions were unclear, but they’ve clearly missed a turn or something; they’re miles away from where they were supposed to be, and definitely going to miss the last flight out.”

Title: Parking

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

Timeline: Season 7, post Rush

A/N: Mega-thanks to @piecesofscully for giving it the once over and correcting my mistakes. I swear to God, I will one day learn where commas go and when to capitalize or not capitalize things…


The busy expressway they had been barrelling down has slowly transitioned and narrowed into a one lane highway. Scully adjusts her speed, guiding the silver Taurus along a soft curve through the thick Virginia forest. Mulder is quiet in the passenger seat, an unopened bag of sunflower seeds sitting untouched in the cupholder as he gazes at the passing trees through the window. He jumps in surprise at the gentle touch of Scully’s hand sliding over his knee, the soft caress startling him out of his reverie.

“Sorry. I guess I zoned out there for a little bit, Scully.”

Scully smiles, her eyes jumping back and forth from his face to the bumpy country road. “I said I think I might have missed a turn or an exit some ways back. Can you check the map?”

Mulder nods his head and reaches for the glove box, digging through receipts and paperwork.

“You ok, Mulder? You’re awfully quiet. You haven’t said much since leaving the hospital.”

Mulder speaks as he unfolds the map. “Sorry, I uh, I guess I’ve just been lost in nostalgia. This case has me reminiscing about what it was like to be a teenager, the desire to always be older and faster, the excitement for new stages of life, the angst. I think you should turn around up here.”

Scully slows down and checks the surrounding traffic before swinging the car into a U-turn.

“Do you miss it?” she asks.

“What?” he asks as he studies the Virginia state map.

“Being a teenager.”

He looks up from his lap to ponder the question before responding. “No. Yes. No.” Heaving a sigh he looks at her and shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. Do you?”

“Hmm.” She pushes a lock of hair out of her eyes and adjusts grip on the steering wheel. “I miss the lack of responsibility, but I certainly don’t miss the tumultuousness of that time.”

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“Buried” (Chapter Seventeen)

Surprise! I couldn’t wait to hear everyone scream about this chapter lol 

Bucky is kind of terrifying, Steve is a BAMF, Tony never stops talking, Brock gets whats coming to him, Steve is a BAMF (did I say that?). Long Chapter, over 4000 words and lots happens!


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“Welcome back to the world Sleeping Beauty.” Rumlow’s annoying voice, cutting through the fog in Tony’s head and forcing him awake. “I was afraid that little bump on the head had done you in.”

“Damn shame, that.” Tony coughed, then licked his lips, cringing at the taste of dried blood. “Is Pepper alright?”

“That little redhead? I told you I wouldn’t hurt her as long as she didn’t call the police. I’m a man of my word.”

“I didn’t hear the part about not hurting her, that must have been after you pistol whipped me. Which, for the record, I feel like was entirely unnecessary. Also–” Tony tried to straighten, pulling at the zip ties around his wrists. “–telling me you’re a man of your word? Are you trying to make me laugh?”

“Do you ever stop talking?” Rumlow snarled and Tony smirked, looking around the room in interest.

“Not usually. So it isn’t just a movie thing, is it? The whole ‘taking a hostage to an abandoned office building and tying them to a chair in the middle of the room’? I didn’t know bad guys actually did that.” Tony looked up at the light above his head. “Good god, the light is even swinging ominously. I swear, I’ve never been so convinced I’m just an extra in a bad action flick.”

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anonymous asked:

RFA + V + Saeran playing Mario Kart!?!? gimme the angst

holy shit anon u know whats up


  • “Jaehee, we bought that Wii three years ago and we only use it for Netflix. We’re completely neglecting this poor thing.”
  • later in the week when you go to the store, you stop by the game shop too and look at the pre-owned games
  • you came home with Mario Kart and Wii Sports Resort
  • after dinner, you convince her to play some Mario Kart
  • she is so upset that you’ve beaten her all but two games
  • this girl is just like coffee she’s so bitter
  • she knows if you let her win, so you’re stuck beating her
  • “Hey, we’ve been playing for like five hours now. We should probably sleep. We can play more in the morning.” You tell her as you pry the wiimote from her hands
  • after 20 minutes of bickering and “I will go to bed after I redeem myself,” you finally convince her to just go to sleep with you
  • around 4am, you roll over and realize that Jaehee isn’t in bed with you
  • “she must be in the bathroom”
  • the lights are off in the bathroom and you figure she probably isn’t peeing in the dark
  • when you walk out of the bedroom, you hear that music
  • the music that will probably haunt you for the rest of your life
  • “Jaehee it’s 4 in the morning and you’re playing rainbow road are you kidding me”
  • “I’ve almost beat everyone else on medium difficulty!”
  • you walk to the wii and unplug it from the wall
  • “Babe you need to sleep, this isn’t healthy.”
  • basically, she gets pretty upset and you don’t want to get your ass kicked by your girlfriend
  • you eject the disk and get in the car and leave
  • You sleep in the gamestop parking lot for another couple hours and beg them to let you return the game
  • after explaining, the manager takes pity on you and lets you exchange it
  • you buy animal crossing instead and decide to let Jaehee use your old DS
  • she just needs a peaceful game without Waluigi in it


  • you should have known
  • you fool
  • you bought the man Mario Kart for Christmas and you really thought things would end okay
  • you used the blue shell
  • he was about to win the game but there’s absolutely no recovering from a blue shell when it’s a tight race
  • he dropped the remote and just walked out the front door without saying anything
  • he just kinda sprawled out on the ground outside and screamed
  • when you came out to make sure he was okay, he got up and went inside
  • he locked you out and changed the security gate’s settings
  • you sat outside for a good hour yelling at the house, basically begging for forgiveness
  • when he came out, he apologized for locking you out, then challenged you to another round
  • HOW?
  • WHY?
  • literally every power up that he got came right for you
  • you’re still insanely bitter
  • you probably could benefit from couple’s therapy at this point
  • you’re hung up on how he’s a sore loser and he’s hung up on… being a sore loser
  • you guys don’t play Mario Kart anymore because it just makes life easier if you avoid it


  • “What on earth is Mario Kart?”
  • “So… It’s like driving? But? Without any actual dangers? Okay let’s buy it.”
  • you knew damn well what you were getting yourself into
  • but you just had to fucking do it
  • you cackled like a witch the whole time you were setting it up
  • when you called him out to tell him it was set up, you couldn’t stop laughing
  • “Why are you laughing?”
  • oh bby you’ll find out
  • you let him have the big remote and turn on the motion controls so he has to drive like a real car
  • he couldn’t stay on the path
  • “Jumin we’re going at the lowest speed possible. Just take it slow. Baby steps, hon.”
  • he tried to steer his kart with his entire body
  • at one point, he jumped up and put the remote above his head and started bringing it aroooooound town
  • you were laughing so damn hard that he actually beat you
  • you were literally laying on the floor crying and he didn’t understand?
  • why???
  • why were you crying?
  • rainbow road was a freaking blast
  • you still don’t know if it was out of his own frustration towards the game or if it was because he thought you were crying over the game, but after a few hours,
  • he yanked the entire console from the wall
  • and just
  • he went out onto the balcony
  • and threw it
  • you don’t try to get him involved with current technology anymore


  • you stop by a garage sale one Saturday on your way back from class and they’re giving away their old gamecube and some games
  • $15 console and $5 games? Don’t mind if u do
  • you pick up Mario Kart, Super Mario Sunshine, Wind Waker, and Smash Bros. Melee
  • “oh no”
  • “oH YES”
  • you sort of stash Sunshine and Wind Waker away for yourself to play when he’s playing LOLOL
  • you two immediately go for Melee, which lasted like three hours
  • there was almost constant screaming and cursing
  • but also a lot of laughing, so at least there was that
  • the neighbors probably filed a report about that
  • after taking a break to lay on the floor and get some water, you pop in Mario Kart
  • the neighbors thought you were bad earlier…
  • the screaming gets louder and the cursing got more frequent
  • the two of you lasted maybe twenty minutes
  • any bonding done during Melee was completely undone
  • Yoosung demanded that you take the game back to where you bought it from
  • “Yoosung a garage sale isn’t going to give me a refund.”
  • “They don’t need to give you a refund. They just need to take this terrible game back.”
  • You wrestled for the disc and ended up in the kitchen
  • he pinned you against the counter next to the sink
  • he turned on the garbage disposal
  • rest in fucking pieces Mario Kart


  • he just barges in one day after work with a wii in his arms
  • “I think I might be able to…..”
  • when you guys sat down to play, you were both vaguely confused
  • “okay but how am I supposed to hold it”
  • “it says to tilt right IM TILTING RIGHT WHY AM I GOING LEFT
  • “where is the gas pedal”
  • rainbow road is never good for anything
  • y’all left the window open and the fish buns guy heard the screaming
  • he offered you free buns so that you could offer them to Zen as an apology
  • he accepted, but then felt bad because you felt like you had to apologize
  • he apologized
  • after some makeup kisses, you immediately unplugged the wii and put it back in it’s respective box.
  • that wasn’t enough, so you wrote “CURSED” on a piece of paper and taped it to the box
  • Zen said he’d go offer it to someone else at work
  • actually…..
  • you go outside and ask the fish shaped bun man if he would like a wii
  • the fish shaped bun man has a wii at home now and everyone should be happy for him


  • The man is blind
  • All is right in the mushroom kingdom and also V has been driving into the same wall since the game started


  • you hijack Seven’s WiiU just so that you can show this poor boy the wonders of Mario Kart
  • “why are they letting babies drive motorcycles?”
  • he’s so fascinated by the concept of babies driving that he ends up playing as Baby Peach
  • you play as Baby Mario for aesthetic purposes
  • he pauses the game because the boy forgets to breathe 
  • “Saeran, if this is too intense-”
  • every time he falls off the edge of the map, he lets out an assortment of sighs and other noises of that sort
  • “okay, I think I’m finally getting the hang offfffffffFFFFFUUUUUUUCCK”
  • after the first round is over, he calmly places the controller on the seat next to him and stands up
  • he stands up and screams softy
  • “okay let’s try that again”
  • with each round, he gets a little more audible
  • by round 6, he’s yelling 
  • this poor kid hates Luigi
  • every single time Luigi passes him, he screams
  • he thinks that if he plays as Luigi it’ll make him both a better player and also less angry
  • he just ends up hating himself
  • “MC this isn’t fun.”
  • you give Seven his WiiU back and never ask to touch it again
Wrong Place Wrong Time (26)

Do not reuse, edit or copy and of my work(s). ©
Part 26 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 2,531

I was really trying end this series by Part 30, but I’m not so sure that will happen now, sorry guys.😱

Blood was pumping through your veins viciously. You tried taking a few deep breaths but it still wasn’t working. Your head was spinning, you were going absolutely crazy. Baekhyun was laughing maniacally on the floor behind you. Jongdae’s hands were down a random woman’s knickers and he wasn’t even trying to hide it, Yixing was staring at you spitefully and Minseok’s private party for two was just about coming to an end. Your vision was becoming blurred and you realised it was because you were crying.

“Y/N, don’t stand there you’re not making it any better for yourself.” Yixing put his glass down in the middle of the corridor and held his arms out towards you, looking at you through concerned eyes.

“Get off of me!” You spat, pushing him away from you, and accidentally knocking the glass on the floor over.
You saw Sehun entering from the direction of Chanyeol’s room, he looked sober so you had assumed that he stayed home tonight instead, he was stood there leaning against the wall with his hands folded across his chest, smiling smugly at the scene unraveling in front of him. You stared at him through angry eyes, the fact that this was satisfying him right now was making you sick, you were just about to go over there and give him a piece of your own mind when the door beside you opened.
A lady with long dark hair walked out, heels in her hands and red lipstick smeared across her face. You looked at her in disgust, taking extra note of the dark hickeys that were left behind on her neck. She walked past you , looking down at the floor making her way out of the house, when she was called back, she stopped in her tracks and spun around looking at the door.

“Melanie. You forgot something sweetheart.” Minseok popped his half naked body around the corner of the door dangling a pair of electric pink knickers from his index finger. The woman laughed shyly quickly running over to Minseok and grabbing her knickers from his finger, making sure to plant one last sloppy kiss on his lips before leaving the house entirely. All the while you were seething with anger and jealousy. Your breathing was becoming progressively louder and violent. You lifted your head up slightly to look at Minseok, a tear escaping your eye. But he returned your gaze with a blank stare. You stood there staring at each other in silence for a few seconds. He then graced you with a cocky smiled and disappeared behind his door, locking it from the inside.

“I hate you Minseok, I fucking hate you!” You screamed banging on his door, you had never been so angry in your life.

“What did you expect? It’s Kim Minseok.” Yixing scoffed, walking away slowly to the living room.
You stood there standing at the door, panting. You couldn’t take it anymore; you had it up to here with this house and everyone in it. Baekhyun was right; you couldn’t trust anyone in this house. Right now every last one of them made you sick.
So you ran.
You made a dash for the front door and you ran as far away as you could from that hell hole of a house. Baekhyun and Yixing were too intoxicated to catch you anyway; Minseok was probably too busy dreaming about what a fun night he had. Jongdae’s tongue was too far down some ladies throat to even recognise you were missing and Sehun probably didn’t care. If he did chase you, he’d kill you and honestly right now that sounded like bliss, so yes you were praying that Sehun had gone to retrieve a gun in order to hunt you down. But for now you would just keep on running as far as your legs could take you.

Your legs had apparently ended up taking you home, to your apartment. You buzzed yourself into the main building pressing the codes on the keypad and carefully walking down to your flat, but when you reached there was a yellow tape stuck across your door.

Police Line Do Not Cross

You smiled to yourself for a moment. So this did mean that they were looking for you. People cared about your absence. But you frowned again, knowing that you couldn’t go in, that would only complicate things and you’d have to explain where you had been. You hadn’t thought too far ahead to lie about that sort of thing yet. But you so desperately wanted to see your family too. The inner-conflict was stirring about in your chest, but you decided to leave before you would be seen. Maybe you would reach out another time, when you thought out a ‘legitimate’ believable story.

You exited the apartment building and carried on down a long dark street. You were cold and wet and regretting what you had done now, maybe you acted too rash, but you couldn’t go back, not now, not ever. And why would you anyway, they treated you like trash. It was hell in that house, your best friend apparently wanted to be your lover and the man that you were starting to become interested in had just had sex with another woman, so where exactly did that leave you on the map.
Your stomach began to rumble deeply, it was just at this point you had realised how hungry you were. You were also scared and alone, but there was nothing you could do about it. Turning left, you began to cross the road to the other side of the pavement; you weren’t really sure where you were now the area didn’t look familiar.
You heard a car in the distance slowly driving up behind you; you thought nothing of it, until you recognised the headlights were not moving anymore, the car was stationary. Confused and scared you turned around to look at whom it was, but you couldn’t see properly as the lights were shining bright into your eyes. You could just about make out a car door opening, but nobody was coming out.
Your heart beat began to quicken as you took one step back.
Two steps.
Three steps.
You spun around facing the opposite direction of the car, running as fast as you could, panting heavily, the engine of the car began to rev and it was chasing you further down the road.
But then you crashed into a tall gate, it was a dead end.
You were going to have to climb it, you concluded. Wasting no time you put your foot in the gap and began climbing as quickly as you could, the headlights of the car were still on you but the individual wasn’t attempting to follow you up the gate. You had just about reached the top, you were going to be okay. When all of a sudden you felt a painful force, causing you to involuntarily let go of the gate and hold your stomach, you tumbled 8 feet down to the ground landing on your back, screaming in agony you, pulled your hands away from your stomach and brought them up to your face, to see them covered in blood.
You had been shot.

“Sorry pumpkin, did I hurt you?” You heard a voice chuckle; footsteps were scraping across gravel approaching you.
The voice sounded eerily familiar. But before you could even think about whom it belonged to a sack was being placed over your head and liquid being poured into your mouth. You were becoming drowsy and you couldn’t tell whether it was because of what had been poured into your mouth or if you were dying, but your vision had eventually blacked.

Sehun’s P.O.V.

He rushed down to the kitchen where Kyungsoo, Junmyeon and a now drunken Chanyeol were sat.

 “Why are you drinking so much, what happened to you?” Sehun, frowned at Chanyeol, pulling the glass away from his lips and banging it down on the table. He hated seeing the boys drunk, especially when he wasn’t drunk himself, as the youngest he felt as though if he was in check the rest of the house should also be in check.
Junmyeon rolled his eyes, standing up from his chair and walking towards the exit. “I better go clean everyone up. I’m sure Baekhyun’s a bloody mess, I can hear him from here.” He took a bottle of water that was sitting on the side and left the room.
Sehun turned his attention towards the two remaining men in the room.

“So… slight issue. Y/N, she ran out of this house. I have no idea where she went.”

“Hmm?” Kyungsoo lifted his head from his hands that where crossed over the table.

“Yeah I was going to run after her, but then Yixing passed out on some broken glass and I had to clean all of that up. Do we tell Junmyeon, what do we do? Chanyeol are you even listening?” Sehun grunted, poking him in the forehead with his index finger. Eliciting a deep growl from the depths of Chanyeol’s stomach, he was so drunk he wasn’t able to properly understand what Sehun had said.

“Why would she run away? Surely she’ll be coming back soon.” Kyungsoo raised his brow at Sehun, who was shrugging his shoulders.

“I think she left because of this whole Minseok shit that Yixing was talking about. I know she’s been getting close to Minseok lately.” He rolled his eyes, still not keen on the fact that she was becoming attached to the person he was closest to in this house. “I doubt they’ve had sex, I don’t think Minseok would rush into something like that, not if she isn’t a whore, but maybe it’s possible that they’ve kissed. By the way Yixing’s going on about it all, I suspect he tried it on with her too. You know what Yixing is like when it comes to romance Soo, so what do we do?”
Kyungsoo drummed his fingers against the kitchen counter momentarily, looking from the exit back to Sehun.

“Let’s go, we’ll send Junmyeon a text.” He stood up from his seat, following Sehun out of the building.

Y/N’s P.O.V:

You woke up by the sensation of ice cold water being thrown over you. You jolted upright but fell flat on your back again at the searing pain of the gunshot wound in your abdomen. You looked down at your stomach. You were stitched up, but your body was shaking violently due to the cold water being thrown on you and the intense pain you were experiencing. You also noticed that you were bound by rope and were left in only your bra and knickers. You tried to shake yourself free of the ropes, but it was no use. Instead you just began coughing up blood and some type of black liquid, your eyes widened at the sight, what was going on.

“You took your damn time to wake up.” That eerily familiar voice said again, looming over you and revealing his face.


You opened your mouth to speak, beg, plead. But instead you were being burnt with a hot metal rod that was being pressed against your gunshot wound; he then poured a bowl full of ice cold water above the burn. You screamed out in pain, the extremes of the sensations that you were feeling right now almost causing you to pass out.

“What a coincidence, that we bumped into each other on this lovely night?” He smiled down at you smugly. You could hear his heeled boots tapping impatiently on the floor and it felt as though it was increasing the pain that your body was feeling.

“I have no proof but I know you’re the one that killed the professor.” His face changed, into something much darker and sinister then before, sending more shivers down your spine than the icy water had. “And you see, now you’re paying for what you’ve done; only I’m giving you an option. I’ll give you a chance to get out of here alive if you tell me everything I would like to know.”

You tried freeing yourself from the ropes again but failed for the second time. Coughing again, you covered your mouth with your hand, looking at it and seeing blood and the black substance. As if reading your mind Red answered your unspoken question.

“It’s black cyanide. I’ve poisoned you and I won’t give you the antidote until you give me the information I need. If I were you I’d hurry along, you don’t have much time.” He smiled at you in the most demonic way.
“So tell me, Kai. He’s secretly working for Genesis isn’t he? He’s double crossed me hasn’t he?”

You kept your mouth shut, your eyes darting backwards and forwards, you weren’t Jongin’s biggest fan right now, but you were not going to rat him out either, so many innocent people depended on the work that Genesis were doing and Jongin was one of the main reasons as to why the boys had been successful in their raids and ‘missions’

“No.” You managed through gritted teeth.

“So we’re going to do this the hard way? Fine…” He sighed sarcastically walking to the opposite side of the room that you were laying in. “In here, now!” You heard him shout, suddenly a door opened silently and a tall, slim man came running in. His eyes were sharp and his nose was long. He ran up beside you pouring some ice water on your body, making you scream out in pain again, your body was slowly beginning to fit and you were crying hysterically. He was looking at you worriedly and biting his lip anxiously as he kneeled down beside where you were laying.
You began shifting against the ropes again, but to no avail only resulting in vomiting of blood and cyanide again.

“Stop moving.” The man whispered in your ear, only loud enough for you to hear. “The poison spreads faster when you move, you’ll shut down quicker, so keep still.”
You frowned why was he telling you this. You looked over at Red, who was busy doing something in the far corner of the room, turning your attention back to the man you frowned at him again.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Listen I’m trying to help you. By all means if you want to die in the most painful way possible, carry on wriggling about. I’m trying to get you out of here so do as I say, you’re lucky I’m the one that’s on duty.”

“Who the fuck are you?!” You hissed, looking up at Red to make sure he wasn’t listening or watching. “How can I trust you, I don’t know who the heck you are.”

“You do know me, at least you’ve heard of me and I know you Y/N. Now shut up and do as I say.”

“No, who the fuck are you.” You were not having another man trick you again, you put trust into a household of nine men who had let you down, it wasn’t going to happen again.

He rolled his eyes, looking down the bridge of his nose directly in your eyes.


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oh hell yeah

NurseyDex, 1.2k, from here

Dex slammed the door to the Haus open, looking very much like he’d just shaken hands with a hurricane. The living room fell silent as Dex stalked in, hair sticking up in multiple directions, flannel half off his shoulders, mostly tucked behind his arms, and with a look in his eyes that might have sent a chill down the spines of every SMH member, if it hadn’t been paired with the fact that Dex’s skin was a faint blue.

“Nurse.” Dex hissed out, stomping over and jabbing Nursey in the chest. “You did this.”

Nursey looked confused, and then horrifically, amazingly delighted. There was no way he could deny anything with a grin as bright as the sun on his face, but he tried anyway. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 2: Cedar Point

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 1  -  Part 3

Summary: Series: Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other. 

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2057

Author’s Note: I LOVED Cedar Point as a kid, but hubby pointed out to me while I was writing this on the road that not everyone knows what it is… I think I’ve explained it in the fic, but if not, google it and be jealous. It’s mind-blowing. Ok I added this gif after because it totally looks like a roller coaster harness…

Originally posted by pxggycxrters

“Okay! Okay! I recognize this!” Y/N shouts slapping my arm absentmindedly as she leans forward between the front seats. “Go left up here.”

I had been pleasantly sleeping before this rude awakening. I groggily force myself more upright and swat her hand away “Stop hitting me.”

She stops, but doesn’t answer me in any other way. She doesn’t lean back to include me or tell me where we were, or even turn her head in the slightest to acknowledge me. Shit. I’ve really pissed her off. I thread my hand into my hair, pushing it off my face and catch Steve’s warning glare in the mirror. I can practically hear his mom-voice ‘You don’t have to snap at her Buck, she’s just excited.’

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Makes the Heart Grow Stronger - Fred Weasley

Prompt: Fred and the reader are slowing falling out of love and in order to save their relationship they decide to take a break from each other

Words: 4,374

Warning: Angst, Fred sort of pulls a jerk move at the end but take it how you want, maybe two swear words. I’M REALLY SORRY BUT I DID NOT HAVE TIME TO FULLY EDIT THIS!):

Y/n still loved Fred. She truly did with everything inside of her, but not the same way she once  had loved him at the start of their relationship. Something had changed along the way. Through the thick and the thin they sailed past, Y/n managed to get caught in the drits and pulled away. No, this wasn’t some out of the blue thought on a particular rainy morning that fills your insides with a cold, lonesome mush of a feelling like the guts of a pumpkin, and makes you rethink every thought and decision you’ve ever acted on.

She couldn’t exactly pinpoint the precise day, or moment that made her feel this way but she does remember glancing over at Fred and her heart feeling close to absolutely nothing. It terrified her. They had been bickering like crazy over the last three months. Y/n was upset that Fred focused more on his Quidditch matches and his pranks than on her, and Fred was annoyed with the amount of people she found comfort in rather than himself. He knew something had changed between them but he wasn’t sure what.

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What I’m Proudest Of


Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: You were his Eliza.

Note: (uses super vague summary so you have to go into this disaster fic BLIND) So, essentially I’m a monster and this is the outcome to that but @letsgiggletogether ENCOURAGED IT SO BLAME HER TOO.

Word Count: 4,247 (distant screaming)


2 years before

“Babe, have you seen my journal?”

“Lin, I can see at least five journals from where I’m standing and three of them are definitely yours,” you snorted as you watched him scurry around the apartment.

“Okay, fair enough,” he said. “But like, I need it.”

“It’s the Eliza one, isn’t it?” you asked knowingly.

“Maybe,” he looked at you sheepishly.

“Last I saw it was in the pantry, god knows why,” you laughed.

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Secrets And Lies

Reid x Reader

Y/N and Spencer parted from each other as the song ended, a look which they both understood passing between them. They retreated to the teams table at the FBI Spring Gala, excuses running through each of their heads.

“I’m feeling a little drunk,” Y/N offered up first, JJ offering to escort her back to her hotel room. Y/N shook her head, it was only two floors up; she’d be fine.

Twenty minutes later and Spencer rubbed his temple’s, complaining of a headache. “I might just go and lie down for a while” he told JJ, missing the look she shot Emily over his shoulder.

“Sure, Spencer okay. You get some rest. You gonna call Georgia and let her know how tonight was? Shame she couldn’t make it.”

Spencer nodded and made his way around the tables and out of the room. Why did they have to mention Georgia? It only made him feel guilty and reminded him that what he was about to do, what he’d been doing for the last four months, was so wrong.

He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, he couldn’t believe he even was doing this. Spencer Reid, a long time girlfriend AND sleeping with his work colleague and best friend? No one would have ever believed it surely?

But it was happening, and it had been happening since a horrific case four months ago. Y/N had been distant on the way home from work and Spencer had taken it upon himself to go to her apartment later that evening to check on her. Georgia was out of town lecturing so he had nothing to do anyway. When he’d found Y/N crying into a glass of wine, the stress of the last week at work too much for her, he’d held her, comforting her. But the comforting had led to something else, a moment passing between them, a deep look. And then they were tearing at each others clothes, kissing and tasting each other like there was no tomorrow.

But tomorrow did come, and the guilt came. So Y/N and Spencer promised that it was just a one off. A moment between two friends, no one had to know, Georgia certainly didn’t have to know. It didn’t mean anything.

But it did. It meant so much, to the both of them, something they only admitted three weeks later when Y/N found herself knocking on his apartment door at 12:17am. She knew Georgia was out of town again, and she knew Spencer would answer to her.

So it had happened again, in the bed that Spencer shared with his girlfriend when she was home. And when the morning came, they promised each other once more that it wouldn’t happen again. It couldn’t happen again right? Spencer loved Georgia.

He did. But he knew now that he loved Y/N too, and he’d loved her for a lot longer than Georgia even if it was only friend love for a while. Now it was more though. Now it seemed that Y/N was his perfect partner, the missing puzzle piece in the jigsaw of his life. And she felt the same, not that she told him directly.

The guilt burned through Spencer’s veins every time he texted her, every time he even looked at her. But when they were together, he didn’t think about it. When he was with her, he forgot everything else that was happening in the world and it was like only they two existed.

He made his way to her hotel room, pulling out her spare key card that she’d slipped to him earlier and pushing open the door. Y/N’s shower was running, a trail of her clothes leading from the bed to the bathroom. Spencer’s own clothes joined them piece by piece as he made his way into the bathroom, slipping into the shower behind Y/N.

She immediately turned around and pressed her wet naked body to his, her arms looping around his neck as she caught his lips in a kiss that could easily make him forget his own name.

Their bodies melded together in the way they had done more often than either Spencer or Y/N cared to admit. They knew what they were doing was so wrong but it felt so right. Y/N wanted him, needed him right now and he felt exactly the same.

They moved from the shower, to the bed, even rolling onto the floor at one point in a fit of giggles before righting themselves and continuing their worship of each other. During the brief recovery times they allowed themselves, they talked. Not about her, but they made plans. Plans that they knew wouldn’t come to anything unless Spencer left Georgia, something he knew he’d have to do sooner or later.

But Y/N hadn’t asked him to do that.

That was part of the problem.

Y/N traced the outline of his face with her fingers, a map she’d memorised weeks ago. It was around 5am and she was sore and achy but she didn’t want to go to sleep because then she’d wake up and it would be tomorrow. And then Spencer would have to go home and she wouldn’t be with him.

She hated that, with a passion. She used to like Georgia as well, the first few times Spencer had bought her out with the team, Y/N had made an effort to get to know her. As Spencer’s best friend and close colleague, it was her duty to like his girlfriend. And she WAS a nice person.

But she wasn’t right for him. Y/N had thought that from day one, not that she’d voiced her feelings because she couldn’t give a specific reason as to why she thought that. Now she realised though that it was because she was secretly in love with Spencer. And that she secretly wanted him for herself.

She snuggled into his side, his arm holding her tightly against him. She loved him and she wanted him to belong to her the way she belonged to him.

But she couldn’t ask him to leave his girlfriend could she? He had to come to that decision himself, right?

What if though… What if he was waiting for her to ask? What if he was waiting for her to tell him she was so truly, madly and deeply in love with him. A love so irrecoverable from that she knew she was ruined for anyone else.

“Spencer….. ”

“Hmmmm?” his voice was raspy with the lack of sleep, his fingers drawing lazy patterns on her skin.

“I….. nothing.” She backed out, knowing once she said it that there was no going back. Right now they could try and kid themselves that it was just lust even though they were both fully aware that it wasn’t. Once those words were spoken, that was it. Decisions had to be made and someone was going to get hurt. And Y/N was petrified it would be her.

“No…. There’s something. Tell me,” Spencer tilted her face up to his, his eyes searching hers.

“I can’t tell you”

Oh gosh, how quickly she’d ruined this moment. She could feel her chest tightening with emotion, with the frustration at not being able to tell the man she loved that she WAS in love with him.

“Yes you can, Y/N. You can tell me anything, you know that,” he murmured to her, pressing a soft his to her forehead.

“Not this. I want to but… I can’t. You know though, don’t you?” her voice was filled with so much meaning, so much emphasis. He nodded.

“You know that I’m the same right?” he asked her and she felt the emotion that she’d been holding in, breaking free, a tear sliding down her face.

Spencer pulled her close again, pressing his head to hers.

“I can’t stand this anymore. I can’t stand to feel this way, it’s not right. What we’re doing isn’t right.”

Y/N’s heart started to break knowing it was going to be over shortly. This was where it ended, where they ended. It had to be.

She thought back to the dance they’d shared only hours ago. She’d been happy. In reality she was dancing with someone else’s partner but in her head, she was dancing with her boyfriend.

Portrait of a King

Words: 1325

Characters/Pairings:Reader, Thorin, Thorin x Reader

Summary: Reader is an artist, struggling to draw Thorin 

Notes: based on this prompt from @imaginexhobbit 

If you weren’t covered in orc-blood - or your own, for that matter - you were usually covered in dirt from your trek with the Company of Thorin Oakenshield. And, if you weren’t covered in dirt, blood, sweat, or any other grime, you seemed to be covered in charcoal dust up to your elbows.

You weren’t sure how the packet of parchment had survived this long, or how you had managed to draw twelve dwarves and a hobbit and save them.

Tonight, by the fire, you were working on two separate portraits. One was of the youngest dwarf, Kili. You had managed to draw his brother three days ago on another rest, and now, you were finishing up that damned smirk Kili wore at all times, smudging the charcoal with your fingers to render the correct shadows and highlights.

Shuffling the papers as you got more comfortable, your thumbs left little prints in the corner as you packed Kili’s portrait away. The new parchment sitting before you had a handful of studies on it, all from different moments of the journey. All of them, of your leader, Thorin.

For some odd reason, you could not draw the King Under the Mountain. You had studied his gait, the way he stood, the way he held the weight of all those he cared for on his shoulders, but his eyes.

The line of his nose, the way his mouth curved just slightly on the right when he tried not to smile … you could draw  every speck of personality Thorin possessed, but his eyes was where you drew the metaphorical line.

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Impulse (part 2)

As promised, here is part two. I did not edit this. Just finished, so please ignore any typos and weird things. Hope you like it! xx


He’s knocking at your door before he knows it, the drive to your place being made in less time than it should, breaking a few traffic laws in his desperation. There’s a deep frown on his brow and his knuckles are knocking persistently against the wood of your door – he knows you’re awake. He can hear the TV on.

“Who is it?” You sound light, sleepy and not at all what he would expect and it makes him indignant. You’re supposed to be hurt too. You’re supposed to be having sleepless nights and you’re supposed to be missing him. Like he misses you.

Instead of answering he just keeps on knocking, until he can hear your feet coming closer and closer to the door. He purposefully keeps himself away from the peephole because he knows you won’t open the door if you know it’s him.

“Who’s this?” You ask again, forehead in a frown as you look through your peephole but there’s nothing there. It comes to your head in a fleeting thought, a hope you’ve been ignoring since the moment you left his house in a run, that maybe it’s him… but it couldn’t be. “Is anyone there?”

“’S me.” You hear on the other side of the door after a long moment of silence. It makes your heart jump on your chest, his voice making you gasp. It had been so long since you last heard him talking. In fact, every message he’d sent you was left untouched on your phone, because you were too scared of what he had to say. Your eyes almost pop out of your head when you see his disheveled head of hair, pointing to every direction, appear on the small hole. “’S Harry.”

Your silence is all he gets, yet again. You’re leaning against the door, hands covering your mouth so he won’t listen to your breathing and your eyes are already filled with tears. So long without talking or seeing him, so long missing him and crying every night because of your stupid damn mistake that had cost you a friend - your best friend, the one who was beside you for everything.

You were mortified, so ashamed of your lack of control and respect for his own wishes and wants that you couldn’t face him. The shame along with the fear of rejection was why you ran. It was why you went into hiding. And it was too late to go back now.

“Talk to me, please.” There’s a punch to the door and a loud grunt and you sob, tears spilling from your eyes. “Damn it, I know you’re in there, talk to me!” He shouts, frustration dripping from every word he says.

“G-go home.” You say, voice cracking on your words. Your eyes are already wet with tears, the feeling of missing him so strong it suffocates you, the knowledge that he’s just outside making every nerve on your body go into short circuit.

“She speaks!” He exclaims, bitterness tainting the words and it’s like a harsh slap to your ego. You never imagined he’d be this harsh to you but it seems that your silence had hurt him more than you thought it would. “That’s something I never thought I’d hear again!”

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A/N: hello my loveliess!! so i decided to combine these two requests that i got by different anon’s i hope you all likeee :))

this doesn’t have angst like one of the anon’s request bc i felt it wouldn’t fit well if i added angst

and before i wrote this, i did a little bit research and i find out that the marauders never found the room of requirement since it never appeared on the marauders map, i found that pretty fucking surprising

  • PAIRING: Young!Sirius Black x Reader
  • SUMMARY: In which Sirius is an awkward and clumsy boy whenever he’s around Y/N.
  • WORDS: 1035
  • PROMPT: {requested by anon}
  • 15. “I-I…I think I love you…”
  • 26. “As cheesy as this may sound, you stole my heart.”
  • 31. “I want to grow old with you…”

He was good with the ladies, he was a smooth talker, he had girls all over Hogwarts swooning for him constantly. All, but her. 

Whenever Sirius was around Y/N, he tried his best to impress her. And whenever he does, ends up being awkward and knocking out the nearest thing over leaving the girl in a giggling mess. The dark-haired boy kept thinking that she doesn’t like him at all, especially since he’s such a clutz around her. 

That was until one day, the gray-eyed boy was roaming the ancient halls of Hogwarts. As he was taking his stroll, he noticed a door opening itself. Curiosity filled within him and he went to observe it closely. He looked around, then decided to open the door pulling on the two handles on each side of the double doors, allowing himself in. 

The door closed with a loud thump. Sirius flicked his cloudy gray-eyes around his surroundings, the room was decorated as someone’s dorm room—much like a girl’s dormitory. A small voice piped up, “who’s there?”

Sirius felt guilty being that he barged into someone’s room, however, he was still bewildered, what kind of room was this?

Footsteps could be heard coming closer to him, then he was met by none other than Y/N. “Black?” She asked, confused as to why he was here. No one else knew of this place.

“Y/L/N, what are you doing here? What is this place?” 

She tilted her head to the side, “You really don’t know, do you? This is The Room of Requirement.” The girl pointed around the room, “it’s a secret room within the castle, it only appears when a person is in great need of it.” The Y/E/C girl crossed her arms over her chest, “I don’t know why you would be in such of a need for it.”

His brows furrowed, why had he never heard of this room? He raised his index finger to the girl in front of him, signaling her to wait a minute. Black grabbed a piece of parchment from the back of his jean pocket, whispering the sacred words that only him and his three best friends know of. “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

Making the girl roll her eyes, you got that right. 

His eyes scanned the Marauder’s Map, the names of his best friends and his appearing on the cover of it. He opened it, browsing the map to find his name on it. He found everyone on the map, all except his and Y/N’s. No sign of The Room.

Realization dawned on him when he thought that maybe this was a secret room, after all, Y/N raised a brow at him. “Didn’t find it on the map?” His response being with a shake of his head. “Told you, this is a secret room. Almost no one in this school can find it, probably not even the teachers.” 

He waltzed over to where she was standing, “then how did you find it?”

She smiled at the memory, “I was only in the second year, trying to find Professor Dumbledore’s office. I was roaming the halls, looking everywhere for it. That was when I stumbled upon this hallway, doors started to appear on this specific wall. I saw a handle and I decided to open it, that was when I noticed that it looked exactly like my dorm room.” She sighed, “My roommates hate me, so half the time I come here when I rarely ever sleep in my own dorm. I like to clear my thoughts when I come in here.” Y/N realized what she was doing, “I-I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

Sirius snapped out of his trance-like state staring at her and focusing on her words as she spoke with her soft, velvety voice. “N-No, not at all.”

She smiled genuinely, making the dark-haired boy weak in the knees. “Thanks for listening. I-I really appreciate it.” Y/N tucked a strand of her hair behind her elf-like shaped ears, suddenly feeling oddly nervous around him.

There was silence between them for a moment, Sirius coughed awkwardly. “Well-uh, I should be going now.”

The girl didn’t want him to leave, she liked the interaction she had with him. It felt comforting talking to someone, especially Sirius—though she would never admit that. 

“Uh yeah.” She smiled his way.

The next day, during the night, when everyone finished eating their dinner in the Great Hall and was going up to their common rooms, Sirius decided to take a sharp turn from where the students were proceeding. Up to the seventh floor, to The Room of Requirement. 

He looked around the hall to find it deserted, he walked over to where he found the room the last time. Remembering it was in front of an antique tapestry, he looked around to find that exact decoration and in front of it, a door. Smiling to himself, Sirius opened the double doors greeted by an exhausted Y/N just about to go into her covers. 

The girl looked up to see Sirius, “Hey… what are you doing here?”

To think about it now, he didn’t exactly know what he was doing here. He couldn’t help but say the words that he’s been thinking about for a while, “I-I think I love you…” Leaving Y/N stunned, she didn’t speak, letting him finish what he was going to say. “…and, I want to grow old with you…”

There was a silence between them now, their thoughts swirling. Sirius was just about to leave the room when a voice stopped him, “I-I can’t believe that-that I’m saying this either, but, I think I love you too.”

He turned to her, their eyes meeting. That was when Y/N noticed that he had the most beautiful gray eyes that she had ever seen. They moved closer, step by step. Sirius couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed her by the waist, there was still a gap they had within. Y/N closed it by crushing her lips onto his in a passionate, and lustful kiss. 

Feeling breathless, they pulled away resting their foreheads on one another. They held onto each other for dear life. “As cheesy as this may sound, you stole my heart.”

He sweetly pecked her on the lips, “I try.”

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Eggsy x Reader

Eggsy smiled as you made a quiet noise in your sleep. It was the first night he’d slept at home for weeks and he’d fallen asleep on the sofa with you on his chest. He was all too aware that in a matter of hours Roxy would be calling and Merlin would jet them both off to where ever they were needed.


“Eggsy?” You hummed as your eyes opened sleepily and you smiled brightly.


“You are very beautiful.” He sighed and moved you higher up his chest so he could kiss you.


“And you are very handsome.” You giggled as he grinned and covered you with kisses.

“I know I am, I look better in a suit.” He winked and carried you into the kitchen where he set you down and started rummaging through the cupboards.


“Well you are a tailor so I don’t think it counts.” You said as he yanked open the fridge.


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To Fix The Broken Pieces

Dean leaves you in a motel room to help an ex when Sam calls you to give you a heads up. The reader tries to change herself but when she finds Dean in a compromising position again she leaves with her heart shattered never wanting to see him again.

Dean Winchester and Reader, Sam Winchester, Jo and Ellen Harvelle, Castiel

Warninngs: Angst, Heartbreak, severe injuries, sexual situations and sweet Dean, Cassie is a bitch in this (shrugs)

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Originally posted by zest-wincest

              When he left that night, I knew he wasn’t coming back. His demeanor changed when he got a call from Cassie. He left me that night with a promise to be back, so like an idiot I waited and got a call from Sam that had destroyed me with everything I ever had. So, I packed what I could and left leaving the Winchester boys in my past. A couple days went by and my phone was blowing up mostly with Dean’s name. I knew better now; no man would ever do that to me again. I would rather die than deal with that heartbreak again. The only place I knew to go was aunt Ellen, and my cousin Jo. They were the only family I had left. They welcomed me with open arms and promised to shoot Dean on site if they ever saw him.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, would you do an imagine where Bucky wife suffers from a lung Inflammation but he’s currently on a longer Mission. So one day he gets the call that your condition got worse and you’re already in the ICU. Bucky then gets home immediately, staying by your side and hoping for you to get better? :) I also suffer from this at the Moment and it sucks to be in a Hospital :(

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: just a lot of angst lol

A/N: Hello there love! first of all, let me say that I’m very sorry to hear that you’re in the hospital :( I really really hope you’re gonna get better soon and if I can do anything for you, you let me know ok? <33 also, I’m sorry this is so late, but I still hope this is what you wanted bb!


Natasha sat down next to Bucky and nudged him with her elbow.

“What’s up Winter Soldier? Why are you looking like someone just ate your sandwich?”

He quickly put the picture of you back inside his pocket and got up to join Fury and Steve, who were currently looking at a map of Russia.

They’ve been on this mission for two months now and he hadn’t heard from you since.

He wanted to call. God, he wanted to call you so badly.

But they’ve been on radio silence ever since they left, in case anyone was listening in.

They were on a mission to destroy this huge Hydra base. Normally he didn’t go on missions this long, mostly because he couldn’t stand being away from you this long, but this was a personal mission and he had to finish it. To finally come to terms with his past.

Once they were done with the briefing, Cap and Natasha went to the kitchen of their small apartment they all shared. It was old and rundown and he was so ready to leave this shithole and go back home.

To you.

When Bucky wanted to join the others after a second, Fury placed a hand on his shoulder, a serious expression on his face.

“There’s been a phone call. I think you want to call them back.”

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A/N: There was a flood of comments for a follow-up to Body, Heart and Mind on here and AO3. There is a distinct (see: definite) possibility you will hate asking me for a part 2. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @hogwarts-konoha @litandexciting

Warnings: Just…warnings. Death mentions.


After Spencer’s reappearance in your life and the lives of the others you loved, you told Hotch you needed a week or so off because you had things you needed to contemplate. The idea of leaving your job was a possibility, but you needed time to think. 

All of your thinking kept getting interrupted though because every time you drifted off and allowed your mind to go blank, Spencer would text or call in an attempt to explain himself. You wanted to talk to him, but honestly felt as though you couldn’t allow yourself that. If you did, you’d lose all resolve, or you’d tell him exactly how you really felt, and you weren’t sure that you wanted to share that with him. 

Your teammates all reached out as well. Emily, JJ, Penelope and Rossi told you that he did what needed to be done, but that they were there for you. Deep down, you knew Spencer did what he needed to do but that still didn’t make the whole thing any easier. Hotch had completely understood your need for time off, but you had also chewed him out for his part in everything. Besides Spencer, you were angriest with Morgan. He also attempted to call you constantly and just hours ago you had acquiesced and picked up the phone. You let him speak and then gave him a piece of your mind. “I realize Spencer did what he needed to do, but you sat there and watched me sob. I told you things I told no one else and you looked me in the eye and told me I was going to be okay when you knew he was alive. I don’t know how to deal with that, so just leave me the fuck alone and I’ll work through it in time. Or I won’t, but stop trying to explain yourself because I can’t look at you right now.”

Morgan had begged for you to talk to him, scream, curse him if you must, but not hang up the phone. Despite trying, you couldn’t; you hung up on him and threw the phone across the room before crying yourself to sleep at one o’clock in the afternoon. 

After that call, you told Hotch you were taking off for a few months, but you weren’t resigning yet. “I understand,” he said sadly, “But you do realize I can’t hold your job indefinitely.”

“I know, Hotch,” you said. “I just…I can’t right now.” And then you hung up, ignoring everyone and everything for nearly six weeks. Everyone was calling you incessantly, so you actually turned the phone off, telling your parents to call your landline if they needed you. 

Six weeks without talking to the people you loved had definitely allowed you time to think. There was a possibility you could go back to work, but you needed to talk to Spencer first. Everything needed to be in the open if you had any chance of working together or being together ever again. The thought of not having Spencer in your life made you sick, but what had happened made you angry and resentful. When you finally did turn your cell back on, you had such an insane amount of message that you just decided to delete them all, tell everyone through group message that you were back on the map, and left a message for Spencer, telling him to stop by your hotel room, which you had purchased for three months. 

Within hours, he’d showed up to your room, saying nothing as you let him in. “Can I please explain?” he asked.

You bit your lip and began to cry. “What can you explain that you haven’t already said?” 

Spencer walked across the room and sat next to you on the bed. “If I had come back, he would’ve used you to get to me. I couldn’t let that happen. If you’d been hurt because of me, I would’ve…Y/N, I would’ve killed myself.”

A sob escaped you. “Didn’t you ever think that I was struggling with the idea of killing myself after losing you?” Thick tears streamed down your face. When he placed his hand on your back, you recoiled. “I watched you get lowered into the ground Spence. I watched the man I love, the…” Bile rose in your throat as you thought about everything that happened. Curling into yourself, you fell to the bed and sobbed, nearly throwing up from the heaving sobs that kept wracking your body. 

“Please talk to me,” he said, sliding off the bed and attempting to make eye contact with you. “If you realize I did what I did to protect you then why can’t we try and move forward? I love you so much…there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think of you - how much I missed you, your touch, your kiss. I hated every second away from you.”

“I did too,” you replied hoarsely.

Spencer cradled the sides of your face and pulled you upwards, his forehead resting against yours. “Then can we start over? Please?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know.”

“Why not?” he asked hopelessly, his eyes falling to the floor as he fiddled with his fingers. 

Hugging yourself, you stood up and leaned into the window of the hotel room, sitting on the ledge away from him. “Because, I…I didn’t just watch the love of my life get lowered into the ground that day.”

“What do you mean?”

The bile actually did rise in your throat this time, but you choked it back, speaking through the rising tears. “I watched the father of my baby get lowered into the ground.”

“You’re pregnant?” he asked, his eyes alight for two seconds before he realized the gravity of the situation. “Not anymore…you lost the baby from the stress of me being gone.” The reality sickened him as much as it had you, and he ran to the bathroom to throw up before returning. “Baby, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know…I…”

“I know you didn’t, but that doesn’t allay the fact that it happened. I was pregnant with your baby. We were going to get married and then you made a decision without me, made me think you were dead and then I lose that little piece of you I still had, all the while crying to Morgan about it while he knew that you were alive. I’m so…angry, Spence.” You were shaking with emotion. All you wanted was to hug him and forgive him, but you weren’t sure if you ever could. “I lost our baby when I thought it was the last piece of you I had, and then you show up, alive and well, and I’m still lost, because I thought you were gone and I lost a child. I did it by myself…like…I don’t know where to go from here.”

Spencer reached his hand out for yours and you reluctantly took it, your body unsure of how to react to his touch anymore. When he pulled you toward him, his head rested against your stomach. For a few moments, you stood there crying, not realizing that Spencer had been crying himself, whispering to your stomach, to your non-existent child, that he was sorry for everything he’d done. “Baby, I’m so sorry. After all this…please don’t let me lose you too. Please.”

As you looked down toward where your hands were tangled in his hair, you still weren’t sure what to do, so instead of trying to figure it out, you looked away, gathering his head closer to your stomach and sobbing for the lives that had been forever altered.

Family (Remus Lupin x Reader)

Request: Hi! Could you please write a imagine where you receive a letter that you (muggleborn) are expelled from home bc your younger sister is not a witch and they treat you like trash because you are and Moony takes care of her and they cuddle in his dorm?

Warnings: Abusive family

A/N: This is the first time I wrote since I quit writing, 3 months ago. SO PLS DON’T JUDGE TY TY ILY ALL!!
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Originally posted by nellaey

Tears streaming down your face, you could not believe what was happening. Of course you knew this day would come, but you were probably not expecting it to be this soon. Your family hated you. That was a fact. They were bitter and cold against you whereas they were also afraid. A witch? In their own, happy family? Why the hell were you a witch, when your sister was a completely normal and healthy person? These were all the things that they made you think since the day you got your Hogwarts letter. You had not realized for once how special you were and your family was the one to blame. Now, the letter crumpled in your letter was the last straw. It was enough torture you had to face for years. You quietly whispered “Incendio” and burned the letter that made you face the reality; you no longer had a home.

You stormed off your dorm to get outside and breathe. Although you were furious, you were also built up with anxiety since you no longer had a place to stay until another year at Hogwarts started. You marched towards the lake and started screaming and sobbing. You stayed there until it was dark and until you were no longer able to even stand up. Exhaustion and hunger made you forget about your problems for a while and led you to the dinner.

Great Hall was full with noisy students that were thrilled to go back home, enjoy their holidays. You headed over to your friends, James, Lily, Sirius, Peter and Remus. They were in their usual spot, messing with each other, as always. You put a smile on your face, because the one thing you hated the most was to worry them. “What’s up guys?” you asked as you sat next to Sirius. “Well, it was not very well until you came and brightened up my mood” Sirius replied with a smirk. “Cut the flirting Pads, I saw you laughing your ass off at James just a second ago.” You chuckled.

“Y/N we were just planning on visiting Hogsmeade before the summer break, one last time. Would you like to come tomorrow? You know we won’t be able to see each other for a long time,” Lily asked, squeezing your hand and giving you a reassuring smile as she knew what was going to happen to you. You quickly nodded, trying hold back the tears that had been building up since you sat down next to your friends. You were going to be all alone, on your own for a very long time and you just could not accept it. “I-I have to go,” your voice cracked as you got up from the table you just sat down. James murmured: “But you just came-“ and was cut by Remus following you and leaving the table.

You did not exactly know where you were going which led you to wander around dark halls, sobbing uncontrollably. Everything around you was silent, you weren’t even hearing yourself. You were caught up by the thoughts of your own family disowning you and not wanting to see your face again.

“Y/N?” The soft voice coming behind you, calmed you down. You turned around to see who it was, though you could not recognize the face. The shadow came near you and the scent and the height of the person helped you make out who it was. You wiped off the tears on your cheeks and gasped: “Remus? What are you doing here?”

“I think I need to be the one to ask that? What happened? We were all so worried about you and I think I had taken a stroll around the entire school for three times.” He chuckled a bit to calm you down because you were not breathing properly and he couldn’t think anything else to say to take your mind off. However, it did not work. You actually did not even listen what Remus had said because it was impossible to focus on him in that moment. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m here with you.” Remus whispered while placing his long arms around your body. You buried your face onto his chest, murmuring: “Please don’t leave me,” over and over. Remus placed his chin on top of your head and whispered. “I could and would never do that Y/N. Believe me, you are the best part of my life. How could I?” His voice cracked. He could not bear your painful sobs anymore. He loved you so much that a single tear rolling down on your face, broke his heart into a million pieces. First he hesitated, then he did not think once more and placed a gentle kiss on top of your head. That made you forget everything. The suddet contact of his lips sent shivers down your spine. You felt your cheeks heated up. “Y/N, we are your family. Me, Sirius, James, Lily and Peter. We knew it all along. In fact tonight, I was going to offer you something. I chose to wait you to tell me about it first. Just because some ignorant people that don’t care about you because of who you are doesn’t mean you don’t have any family. I will take care of you, I promise.” Remus’s words were like a lullaby to you. They calmed you down, warmed your heart and you felt safe. You lifted your head up to face him, his arms tangled around your waist and your hands were on his shoulders. On a regular day, both of you would not be able to come this close but tonight was different. His face was still not clear but the part of it that was lighted by the moonlight was dazzling. You could feel his eyes gazing around your face. You could not help but gasp: “S-Stop looking at me like that! You’re making me blush…”

Remus chuckled quietly. He held your hand and led you to the Gryffindor common room. You kept asking where he was taking you and what his offer was but he just did not answer you. When you arrived at his dorm, you could feel your heart beat a little faster. “From now on, I want you to come with me, to my house when the break starts. We all discussed this and you know James has Sirius over his home and Lily is busy with her own family. And I was more than willing to take you to my house.” He looked down at his feet, anxiously. He was not sure about telling you the last part because his voice was lower towards the end of his sentence.

You did not know what to say. Before even thanking him, you asked. “And why is that?”

Remus was still hesitant on his moves but still smirking, he wrapped his one arm around your waist, other lifting your chin up, he replied: “Because I care about you,” he whispered and came closer. Your noses brushing each other’s, you were breathless His scent sending ecstatic vibes all over your body the thought of his soft lips on yours, the feeling of his little curls on your fingers made you forget about all the boundaries you had with your dear friend Remus, you could not bear the tension between you tow anymore and you finally kissed him.