i just have to see how it looks with curls

the spy au that @philosophium ordered !!


Andrew slips through a slit in the crowd, brushing through the sleek trains of expensive gowns, rich wool suits jackets catching on his own. He’s on his second flute of champagne, and the tartness keeps him focused. His attention is on the flavour and the rim of the glass and the warp of faces through it. His earpiece crackles and whispers.

He can see his mark on the opposite side of the room, surrounded by servers and liars and pretty things. One of them is all three, Andrew can tell: a waiter’s vest, a seam of over-applied foundation, and bright blue eyes.

He’s distracting, flighty, a rubber band pulled all the way back. He looks like the memory of a case file, and a name occurs to Andrew one second before Kevin hisses it into his ear.

“It’s fuckin’ Charlie Pilot. Don’t engage, Minyard, we’re not here for him.”

Andrew doesn’t make any effort to reply, just takes another pull of champagne. He’s not really watching the troupes of entertainers or the clockwork security or the velvet and silk blooming under bowing chandeliers. He’s not even watching the man he’s either going to rob or kill, who’s laughing and weedy, red in the face from the alcohol. He’s stuck on Pilot –  next to his target, holding a heavily stocked tray of appetizers, his expression pleasant and empty.

He’ll be an irritant to what should be a straightforward plan, if he keeps hovering. Andrew takes a loaded step forward and the voice in his ear complains.

“Don’t even think about moving in until Pilot leaves. He’s probably doing reconnaissance for Matt. I bet he doesn’t even know about the file.”

Andrew watches Pilot’s face tick, the way he blinks like he’s on a timer, the way he’s worrying the inside of his cheek with his teeth.

“I bet he does,” Andrew murmurs, and he drains the last of the champagne. He plucks his tie pin away from the fabric and drops it in the empty glass, leaving it on a passing tray.

“What— what the fuck Minyard, we’ve lost visuals. Do you hear me? Andrew? Andrew?”

Andrew weaves through the rest of the golden crowd, ignoring the buzz of Kevin’s reprimands in his ear. He finds a new spot on the outskirts of the crowd where Pilot has installed himself.

“Do you know how fucking expensive those cameras are? You’re such a piece of shit operative,” Kevin says. “When you inevitably come back without the intelligence and without our equipment, it’s costing us to keep you around, do you realize that?”

Andrew’s more focused on the way Pilot’s shoulders are turning to face him, the slim line of his tailored pants, that eyelash-thick smudge of un-blended make up.

“Shrimp?” Pilot offers, swaying the tray in his direction.

“No,” Andrew says, but he stays uncomfortably near, feeling along the edges of his boundaries without finding any seams. Pilot’s composure is still and reserved as a frost-ravaged garden.

“Have a good evening then,” Pilot says graciously, turning back towards the host that Andrew should be sizing up but hasn’t even looked at. He glances at him for a sliver of a moment, finds himself uninterested, and looks back at Pilot.

Andrew catches him suddenly by the arm, but relaxes his grip just as quickly, caught off guard by his own impulsivity. His own disguise is just an invitation and sun bleached hair; he isn’t playing a character like Pilot is. He’s neutral for a living, but Pilot is a new weight on his scale, unbalancing him so that he can’t quite settle at zero.

When their eyes meet, the polite, curious waiter snips out of existence. Charlie Pilot stares at Andrew, with eyes like the bluest part of a fire.

“There’s a conflict of interest,” he tells Andrew calmly. “And your interest will lose.”

“I’m not interested in anything,” Andrew says broadly.

“Hm,” Pilot says, unconvinced. “You’re lying.”

“I don’t lie,” Andrew says. He’s always saying it; it’s a novelty that employers enjoy and enemies challenge, amused.

Pilot raises his jaw, mouth twitching. “No, you wouldn’t, would you.” His eyes flicker to the side of Andrew’s face, where Kevin is breathing furiously through his earpiece, then down to the grip he still has on his forearm. He lowers his tray down until the rough edge is pressed to the root of Andrew’s hand threateningly. “You’ll want to let me go, Andrew, or you’re going to end up needing a longer armband.”

Andrew feels genuine surprise squeeze his fingers around Pilot’s wrist. He hadn’t noticed the black fabric extending a whiff beyond his crisp white sleeve. He lets go, and Pilot tucks his shoulders back, satisfied. His hair is too dark to match his freckles, Andrew notes quietly. It is, perhaps, what the make up was meant to cover up.

“You are not going to win, Charlie,” Andrew says. “We’re the more capable team.”

Pilot smiles indulgently. “‘Charlie’,” he repeats, mouth curling around the name. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been Charlie Pilot.” He jostles his tray from one hand to another, and loosens his collar with his freed hand. “And I don’t think you understand how much farther ahead we are than you. If you’re looking for information, we already have it. If you’re trying to find the connections this place has to the Yakuza, we’re the ones undoing them.”

“Who’s we? I don’t remember seeing anything about loyalty in your case file. You’re just a runner.”

Pilot looks briefly bothered by this, and he juts his chin again. “I’m loyal to whoever’s doing the work that needs to be done.”

“That doesn’t answer my question. Who are you?”

He looks down, at Andrew’s empty hands, at the hip where he’s hiding his gun. His expression is warped and sad when he looks up, like the real filling in his strange costume is finally oozing out.

“You can call me Neil,” he says, and drops the whole tray of food so that it clatters and rolls into the host’s feet. There are gasps and yelps, partygoers dodging and stooping to catch the runaway platter. Andrew looks impulsively down to track its progress, and when he looks sharply back up into the knot of activity, Neil is gone. Of course he is.

He doesn’t have time to think about where he might have disappeared to, just steps neatly into the opportunity that’s been afforded to him. He uses the distraction as a doorway directly into the offices behind the coddled host.

Kevin is asking repeatedly for updates, and Andrew fishes the earpiece out and tucks it into his breast pocket. He likes to be alone for this part, when the most important door closes behind him and everything makes as much sense as a ticking clock.

He keeps thinking of Neil’s reaction to ‘runner’, of the vulnerability trussed up in his persona. He finds himself sick to his stomach wanting to know what his real hair colour is.

He tries every door in the polished row of them, finding all of them locked. He picks the lock on the door farthest from the burble of the ballroom behind him, and cracks into what looks like a room built for business arrangements and drinking. There’s a snifter next to a half dozen tumblers on a cart along the wall, and extensive cabinets under the desk.

He feels his way along the underside of the desk, and opens each drawer, idealistically left unlocked and unprotected. He finds useless information and shady information and heaps of anonymous, unlabeled tapes.

He finds the safe in the floor, facing up patiently under a wingback chair and a panel of floorboard. He stoops so that he’s face to face with it, shrugs his jacket off like a dead skin onto the floor, and puts the heart of a stethoscope to the face of the safe.

He’s sweating, spread out surreptitiously on the floor, but the safe is flimsy. It cracks in under an hour, the party wilting two rooms over, pressure taking him by the hair. Andrew flicks the door open impatiently, unwinding the stethoscope from around his neck.

It’s filled top to bottom with paper, and he reaches for the first file, carding his fingers through the spill of sheets.

Got you, it says. Over and over again, in unassuming little typescript. And on the next page, got you.

Andrew’s fingers flex. The next file is the same, and the next. A million taunting, twirling repetitions: got you. Got this. Got here first.

The safe was already cracked. The list of names was already stolen. Neil’s face winks and swarms when he closes his eyes, furious. If you’re looking for information, we already have it.

He roots around for the bud in his pocket and pops it back into his ear. He leans back, splayed away from the spill from the safe, the stacks of failure. He enunciates clearly into the microphone sewn into his collar.

“We have to find Neil.”

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Meet Me Inside - Part 6

Part 5 | Masterlist |  Part 7

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You really wanted your last year to go without a hitch so you could finally get your Masters degree. But then Professor Barnes walks in to your lecture. And he makes it a whole lot harder to focus.

A/N: Oof this is rough. Sorry lol. HUGE shoutout to @poe-also-bucky for helping me through this one. I was ready to delete everything lol you’re a sweetheart.

Warnings: Language, mentions of dream

Words: 1838

Originally posted by damnirvine

Of all the people you would ever have expected to see tonight, Professor Barnes was the last person you’d have guessed. But life is a fickle bitch. And so that is precisely who you have the fortune to meet.

And is if that wasn’t enough, the moment you lay your eyes on him, images of his lips pressing against your skin flood your mind and you look away immediately.

Fuck fuck fuck this is the last thing I need.

“You’re hilarious” Steve deadpans as Barnes comes to stand beside him before Rogers introduces him to the group. “This is Professor James Barnes, although I know some of you have the misfortune of being in his classes” Rogers smiles at you and trying to casually return the gesture is difficult when you see Natasha look at you from the corner of your eye.

Steve turns to order drinks for the group and Nat waits till there is enough chatter amongst the group before asking “So what did Rogers mean by that look?”

“What look?” you try to act unfazed. It doesn’t work.

That look. How did he even know you’re in his class?”

A loud guffaw from one of the guys breaks you both from your hushed conversation and you’re secretly relieved. You hadn’t told Natasha about Steve walking in on Bucky flirting with you and the more time that passed, the less likely it seemed that you would delve in to that specific event. You weren’t sure if it was because you were embarrassed by what happened or if talking about it would just make it all the more real.

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Heart Race [George Weasley x Reader]

A/N: I’ve literally posted this like six times because I can’t figure out how to italicize on mobile because the mobile version is trash lmao  I’m so mad rn ugggh. I tried that stupid code italicize but it didn’t work but it works when I test it out and ugghhh I hate this app

Word Count: 3,340

Warnings: mild language like twice. Not proof read. Possible ooc characters. 

Summary: (Name) met George in her third year after being pushed down. After another year, what will happen when George has to find a way to keep his feelings for her in check?

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To say she was shy would be an understatement.

She had a quiet voice, but a loud mind. That loud mind of hers was full of brilliant facts and opinions, but the quiet voice that she had held everything back.

And to say that it bothered George would be an understatement as well.

No, George was almost offended that she refused to speak your mind. He couldn’t really understand why (Name) felt the need to hide all of her wonderful thoughts, but that didn’t mean he didn’t respect it.

George and his twin met (Name) when she came to Hogwarts at the age of eleven. At the time they were second years who in all honesty didn’t care much for her.

It’s not like they disliked her, they just didn’t know her well enough to care.

However, that all changed when they witnessed her being pushed down in her third year by some fourth year jerks.

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°• ♢ ———— LEGALLY BLONDE SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ The rules of hair care are simple and finite. ’
’ Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. ’
’ Happy people just don’t shoot their husbands/wives, they just don’t. ’
’ Whoever said orange was the new pink was seriously disturbed. ’
’ There’s nothing I love better than a dumb blonde with Daddy’s plastic. ’
’ My cousin had that once. Apparently you get a really bad rash on your… ’
’ I don’t need back-ups. I’m going to Harvard. ’
’ Well then, you’ll need excellent recommendations from your professors. ’
’ Trust me, I can handle anything. ’
’ Why are you going to throw that all away? ’
’ Oh, sweetheart, you don’t need law school. ’
’ I’m going to get the love of my life back. ’
’ I just liked to watch him/her change the filter. ’
’ Did you see him/her? He’s/she’s probably still scratching his/her head. ’
’ I feel comfortable using legal jargon in everyday life. ’
’ I can’t believe you just called me a butthead.  ’
’ I don’t think anybody has called me a butthead since the 9th grade. ’
’ Why didn’t you call me? ’
’ Uh. I’m sorry. I just hallucinated. ’
’ Excuse me. ’
’ I’m sorry? ’
’ You got into Harvard Law? ’
’ What? Like it’s hard? ’
’ Pooh bear, just get in the car. ’
’ You’re gonna ruin your shoes. ’
’ Sorry for what? ’
’ Well this is so much better than that! ’
’ Excuse me, I have some shopping to do. ’
’ So, when did you wanna go out? ’
’ We spent a beautiful night together and I haven’t heard from you since. ’
’ Well, forget it. I’ve spent too much time crying over you. ’
’ Because I’m not a Vanderbilt, suddenly I’m white trash? ’
’ You’re breaking up with me because I’m too… blonde? ’
’ I’m a middle aged, high school drop out with stretch marks and a fat ass. ’
’ Well, no. That’s not entirely true… ’
’ Then what? My boobs are too big? ’
’ So what’s a girl/boy to do? ’
’ What? Practically deformed? ’
’ This is what I need to become. ’
’ Don’t stomp your little last season Prada shoes at me, honey. ’
’ I got up. Got a latte. Went to the gym. Got a perm and came home. ’
’ We all tried to talk her out of it. Curls weren’t a good look for her.  ’
’ Objection, why is this relevant? ’
’ I have a point, I promise. ’
’ I suspect you weren’t because your curls are still intact. ’
’ How would you feel if your father married someone who was your age? ’
’ If you’re going to let one stupid prick ruin your life… you’re not the girl I thought you were. ’
’ Oh, my God, the bend and snap works every time! ’
’ All those opposed to chafing, please say “Aye”. ’
’ How was your first class? ’
’ All people see when they look at me is blonde hair and big boobs. ’
’ So, if you don’t know an answer they’re just gonna kick you out. ’
’ Hey, well, don’t you look like a walking felony. ’
’ There’s like a judge and everything… and jury people. ’
’ Is that the only interaction you two have ever had? ’
’ No! Sometimes I say “okay” instead of “fine.” ’
’ Excuse me, I’m sorry… are you here to see me? ’
’ I promised her, and I can’t break the bonds of sisterhood. ’
’ This is a murder investigation! Not some scandal at the sorority house! ’
’ Geez! Could I be any more goddamn spastic? ’
’ Are you one of my lawyers? ’
’ You’ve just won your case. ’
’ Well thank God one of you has a brain. ’
’ If anyone found out about this, I would be ruined! ’
’ I would rather go to jail than to lose my reputation! ’
’ Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. ’
’ No more boring suits or pantyhose, I’m trying to be somebody I’m not. ’
’ I think it gives it a little something extra, don’t you think? ’
’ I know, I thought that was very… classy of you. ’
’ This is gonna be just like senior year, except for funner! ’
’ I’m never going to be good enough for you, am I? ’

a.
I am not familiar with the smell of the trees,
but the green of the leaves is a color I’m so intimately familiar with;
you’ve touched me too many times with your jade tinted fingers
and you’ve left the rusty imprints of them forever branded on my skin - they resemble the ground in autumn far too much.

I am not familiar with the howling of the wind,
but the sound of traffic whirring by while I sat beside you
is forever encased within my ears.

I am not familiar with the feel of the ocean waves on my feet,
nor am I familiar with the grate of sand beneath my foot,
but the sight of the water weaving back after touching the shore
to meet the oncoming wave is a scene
I’ve always associated with us.

b.
I am not familiar with the taste of desire on my tongue:
I’ve always considered fondueing an act beneath me, I should know,
because the first time I felt another’s heat between my legs,
I felt nothing
but uneasy contentment,
not at the motions I just went through with clinical detachment,
but at having satisfied my curiosity;
and I never looked back, because that was that, and I was done
but I never quite shook off the uncertainty, the unsettling realisation that I was not
built like them.

I am not familiar with the so called honor in people,
nor do I think they are familiar with the notion of integrity;
it is not possible to acquaint myself with both features when I have yet
to meet a man who breathes honor or a woman cloaked in honesty.
It is so easy for them to lie and deceit through the sharp gleam of smiles
and it is so easy for me to do the same
while I swallow my pride and feel it burn to ashes in my stomach;
if I were a better person, I will embrace the remnants of the flames and set fire to the lies,
but I am not a better person,
I am the same as everyone else.

I am not familiar with the wetness on my cheeks,
certainly not during the black of the night,
I’ve always been a daylight crier, you see,
but I find myself tearing up in the middle of the night
and this is how I know;
I have a soul that will never be happy again.

c.
I am not familiar with the view of the stars in the sky;
the things I see with my naked eyes have always been too blurry, too out of reach,
so I covered my eyes with plastic to see better
and I realised that the moon looked just the same to me:
far too blurry and so very distant.

I am not familiar with the feelings that brew inside me
but I am familiar with the melanin of your skin and the swoop of your eyelashes against your cheeks,
I know the curves of your lips, how they twist and flatten, every line and every word,
I know the slant of your back and the curls in your hair,
I know the softness of your thighs and the sadness in your eyes,
I know the sweat on your hands - how could I not? I’ve held them a million times, I want to hold them a million more,
most of all, I know you,
I know every nuance and idiosyncrasy rooted in your soul.
I know you. I know you.

I am not familiar with the concept of love,
but I think I’ve begun to understand it.

—  oscarsins
Worth It - Part Two

Prompt: The reader is pregnant with Stephen’s child and tries to tell him the exciting news

Link to Part One (x)

Prompt Request # 10: Anon - “I’m pregnant.”

Pairing: Doctor Strange X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sexual suggestion and pregnancy

Originally posted by rosekgold

It had been two months since you graced the entire Karma Taj with your presence. Everything had been rather normal, maybe sex had been a little more heated but other than that nothing too different. Since that night the idea of having protected sex went out the window. Nothing compared to the intimacy and euphoric pleasure of the bare flesh. So, against all logic and a reasonable state of mind, the two of you had been at it like rabbits.

Even if Stephen hadn’t invited you back to Nepal to visit him in a while he always made the time to use his sling ring to sneak into your apartment in the late hours of the night for a quick dinner, a good rendezvous in the bedroom, followed by the soft intimate embrace of post coital cuddling. Pillow talk always called for the most heart warming of conversations. The two of you would talk of the future yet to come and learn every detail about one another.

Things were honestly just going very well. The passion, the chemistry, the love! You were most certain that nothing would ever come between you the two of you, that was until one night..

“I remember the moment I first fell in love with you..” You whispered to him, your face buried into his toned chest. His hand gently brushing up and down your bare hip, his skin taking in your warmth.

“Oh?”

“Of course..” You chimed, using your two fingers to trail up his chest until your hand was close to his jaw. Chuckling lowly he let his hand slip past your hip and to your bare ass, giving it a tight possessive squeeze. You giggled and continued to speak. “You don’t remember when you fell for me, Doctor?”

Stephen shrugged a bit, but not too much as too not he disrupt your comfort as you laid in his arms. “I guess I can’t recall the exact moment..” He muttered nonchalantly, his hand still playfully rubbing your bottom.

“Oh..” You sighed, choosing not to pursue the subject any longer to spare our feelings. Maybe you were just a sentimentalist but for some reason, him not being able to remember dampened your mood. 

The two of you went to bed, and as usual, he had already left when you woke up the next morning and a feeling of melancholy had set in. No, you weren’t mad so say… You didn’t have a reason to be mad. It was just all of a sudden you didn’t feel like a priority to Stephen. 

He had a big responsibility now that he was the Sorcerer Supreme but you yearned for him more and more. Yearning for his presence.. him next to you in the same bed. True, he still made sure to call you and see you at least once a week. But you wanted more?

Shifting under the covers you glanced over at your dresser and looked at a framed photograph, a picture of you and Stephen. His arms were around you and the sun was setting in the background behind the two of you, it was from your first visit to see him in Nepal. He hadn’t invited you back in a while and it made your heart sink. Was there a future with him?

Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit you like a ton of bricks and you were scrambling to make it to the bathroom in time. 


“Congratulations, you’re pregnant!” the Doctor announced handing you back a sheet of paper with your test results. Your mind immediately went black and your body tensed. You had allowed this to happen with your own selfish stupidity and there was no way around this.

“Thank you..” You replied after a minute of wallowing in your own self pity. The rest of the appointment seemed to take an eternity as you began to think the ends and outs of the situation before you. Pre-natal care, motherhood… Telling Stephen..

The wild thoughts and feelings inside you only continued to fester and develop into absolute misery. Once you arrived back at your home you plopped down onto your bed and wept, wept until your eyes stung. How had you been so careless?


You had needed time to process everything, process your reckless behavior, the consequences of your actions, and subsequently how you would handle the outcome. You couldn’t come up with an easy answer.. There wasn’t one.

sitting up in your bed you continued to think, loosing all sense of time as your brain was going a mile a minute you jumped in surprise at the sound of your cell phone going off, your ring tone echoing through your ears.

It was Stephen.

“..Hey.” You greeted, your voice was low, almost a whisper.

“Hey..” He replied.

Silence followed before Stephen cleared his throat and began to speak again.

“I’ve been doing a lot of think.. I think we should talk.”

What had he meant by that exactly? You shuttered at the possibilities. ‘We should talk’ always had a negative canotation and with the doubts you had been having about the relationship for the past few days… Your paranoia was not out of line.

“Is everything alright, Stephen?”

“Yes.. Well, um, we should talk. What are you up too now?”

“I’m at home but now is not really a good ti-”

“I’ll be there faster than you can blink.”

And with a quick click the phone call was disconnected. Growling in irritation you quickly jumped from the comforts of your warm bed and ran into the bathroom to try and put on some make up before Stephen arrived, so he wouldn’t be able to tell you had been crying.

Within minutes you heard the woshing sounds of a sling-ring portal opening up in your living room prompting you to take one last look at yourself in the mirror. 

“Here we go..” You muttered to yourself, placing a hand on your stomach before making your way to the livingroom to find Stephen sitting on your couch.

“Hello dear.” His voice was low and humble, his dark eyes looked over you and made you shutter. There was a strange determined look in his eye and his shoulders were tense, this made you nervous. The thought that he was going to break up with you definitely was rapid in your mind, but you shut that thought out very quickly. 

“Hey..” You joined him on the couch, calmly sitting down with your hands on your lap. As the two of you sat there in a quick silence your eyes began to sting, you wanted to cry but you managed to hold it in.

“I, uhhh… Sorry to just come over but I really feel this needed to be done now.” He spoke, looking over at you, piercing straight through you with those baby blue eyes. Wrapping your arms around your waist, your finger tips pressed lightly against your stomach… Against your baby, you prepared for him to end this relationship for good.

“Go ahead then..” You choked, looking over at him with trembling lips. “Break up with me.”

Faltering, Stephen looked at you as if you were insane. He reached over, giving your shoulder a loving squeeze he chuckled a bit at your accusation. “Break up with you?” He scooted in closer, so his leg was against yours as you sat side by side. “No no… Y/N, I was going to ask you to move in with me.”

“W-What?”

“Yes, yes, I want you to move in with me.. Granted it’s in Nepal.. at the Karma-Taj…” He reached over and took your hand, brushing against your stomach, he gave it a loving squeeze. “But, I just want you there when I sleep at night, you know?” 

“Y-Yeah! I do know.. I hate how little we see each other, but Stephen, you ave such a small room and my apartment, and my job and m-”

“Y/N.. Listen, I know we have a lot to figure out but..” He paused for a moment and looked int your eyes as they were swelling with tears. You looked right back and studied his expression. His eyes were full of excitement and his lips werre curled up into an excited smile.. How did you ever doubt this man? “I just know I love you and I’m ready for you to be mine, move in with me and I promise we’ll figure everything out!”

“I.. I’m pregnant.”

As expected Stephen didn’t react in a positive way.. But it wasn’t negative either. He just sat there staring right back into your eyes as he processed the news.

“Pregnant..” 

“Yea Stephen.. Pregnant.”

“Well, I can’t say we didn’t have this coming.” He chuckled nervously and fell back hitting the couch cushions then running a hand through his dark black hair. “I love you, Y/N, and… This doesn’t change a thing. I want you-” He  pointing at your stomach and a small smile crept on his face, “-And that baby. Even if I don’t remember the small things, like where I first fell in love.. But, I will always be there for the big moments.” 

“You realized that bothered me?” Your cheeks flushed, suddenly embarrassed at how petty you were.

“Of course.. And, even though I don’t know exactly when I loved you I know I love you know.” He leaned back up and pressed his lips gently to yours for a moment, then he pressed his forehead to yours. “the moments like this though.. I’ll always remember.”

“Good.” You were grinning ear to ear, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“It was worth it.. All of it.” He kissed your forehead sweetly and pulled you in for a loving embrace. “And don’t you ever think otherwise.”

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THIGH RIDING enough said. no but really, can you describe that for me for both of them 😊

Okay, now I hope I do this justice because this is something I’ve never done and I didn’t even put two and two together and think this was a thing until Tumblr ruined my life.

I think thigh riding would be the one and only thing that would leave Ethan Grant Dolan fucking shook, okay? Because he wouldn’t think it was a thing either until you take over one day and change his entire reality. I think it’d be the pivotal moment where he’d lighten up to the idea of you taking charge and rocking his entire life. It would start off early morning when the two of you have just woken up, naked and curled in blankets. Just looking at him you’d already be turned on and ready, not giving him time to register your looks at him because he’d take over if he did. You’d tell him to sit up, him being really confused, but he complies anyway because it’s you and he never says no to you. Instead of swinging your leg over to rest on either side of him, one would fall right in between his legs and he’d give you a questioning, but interested nonetheless, look. Your hands gripping his shoulders for leverage, you’d skip all the kissing foreplay and sit right down on his thigh. I don’t think he’d realize how much he would like it until he’d see how much pleasure it gives you. But once again, he wouldn’t have the self discipline to keep himself from being dom somehow, so he would press your hips down farther so the friction would be more intense. The wiry feel of his leg hair curling against your clit as your nails dig into his shoulders and he’s just at a loss for words. Circling your hips just right and it probably wouldn’t be the first time you’d squirt with Ethan, but he’d still be stunned even though he wouldn’t show it. And the way he would just LOOK AT YOU AND WATCH YOU CUM. A low growl in his throat, because once you’re done, you’re going to regret what you started.

With Grayson it would be spur of the moment, but it would turn into a very often occurrence once he would see how insane it makes you. This would happen while driving, the sun casting the most beautiful picture of Gray in the drivers seat, and you wouldn’t be able to help your legs squeezing together, and he wouldn’t miss this. “You need me, don’t you?” And it wouldn’t be conceited, just a general statement that still had a hint of pride. He’d make it a big deal to pass up opportunities just to watch you squirm, but when he would finally find a secluded place to park, you’d be on him in a split second. You wouldn’t even worry with undressing your bottom half, wearing a skirt and just pushing your panties to the side. He wouldn’t be surprised though, because he would know what you needed and that you would get there. His jeans would give a mind blowing feel, your face in his neck as his hands grip your ass to push you along just a little. I just have to add that I fucking die just thinking about how his hands would feel, holy shit. You’d cum REALLY hard, and he wouldn’t even expect you to do anything about the hard on he’d have. He would return back to the road and head to wherever y'all were going, not really caring if anybody noticed that his jeans were wet, because you were happy and satisfied and that’s what mattered.

Is it hot in here cause damn?

Sing To Me - Tom Holland Imagine

Request: @fireismysaftey - Quick request, so I was listening to the song ‘When we were young’ by Adele and was wondering if you could write an imagine of Tom Holland and his girlfriend and she hasn’t seen him in two months or so bc of filming so she’s on the phone with him and she stared singing the song to him, remembering the times they had before when they were young(er) and he wasn’t super busy w/filming. Sorry if this didn’t make sense. Thank you 💕   (Gif not mine)

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1,014

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Shout-out to my great friend Monse for pitching in to help me finish it, hope you guys liked it. : )

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Dating a celebrity was great and all, but it did come with it’s perks. Tom had to leave every once in a while for filming. You understood that completely, yet still every time he left you felt more alone. Tom has been away for two months now, and you missed him like crazy.

You missed those times when the two of you could be a regular couple, and to couple things. Unlike now when you can’t even go out without the paparazzi getting in the way. You just wished you could go back in time when things were normal. When things were better.

“Go get it Tessa!” Tom shouted as he threw his dog Tessa the dog at a long distance.

“Don’t throw it too far Tom she could get lost!” You scolded him as you lay upon the spread out blanket while brushed up against the giant tree.

“I didn’t” He came towards you, got down and rested his head on top of your legs. You couldn’t help but run your hand through those luscious curls of his that lay on his head.

He looked up at you and smiled.

“What?” You smiled down at him.

“Nothing I just love you” His gazed at you with so much love in his eyes.

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Every Part of You [Neville x Reader]

A/N: I wrote this in like ten minutes because I like these types of fics
Word Count: 929 (Drabble)
Warnings: Self-hate/insecurity. Bit of Modern AU? Not proof read.
Summary: Reader is insecure, but Neville loves every single part of her.


He saw how she tugged at her shorts to pull them down as much as possible. He noticed the makeup marks on her inner thighs in attempt to cover up something of which he knew not of. He saw how she always looked focused on something more than the conversation being presented to her. He noticed how she would always look downwards when she sat in a chair with a looked filled with nothing but sorrow and shame.

He noticed the way she looked at herself with a frown, then at other girls with a longing gaze. 

He had been her boyfriend for around nine months now, but he never knew how to confront her about this.

She sat in a white lawn chair smiling happily at the sight of all of her friends splashing around in the pool. She hadn’t removed her coverup, although all it consisted of was a pair of athletic shorts and an oversized shirt. 

“(Name), are you not going to swim?” Hermione questioned, preparing to take off her own coverup beside her. (Name) shook her head vigorously and smiled. The sad look in her eyes was something only Neville caught on to. “I’d rather not, but thank you.” Hermione shrugged and pulled her sundress over her head to reveal a simple orange colored bikini. (Name) turned her head in shame, gazing at the ground. She stood up and hurried out the gates of the pool mumbling, “Excuse me.”

Neville looked at (Name’s) retreating figure, puzzled. He hurried after her with a worried expression.

He found her in a park only a few yards away from the pool. (Name) held her face in her hands as she sat on a swing set, swaying lightly. 

“(Name)?” His voice startled her, evident from her widened eyes and her small jump she performed at the sound of him.

“Neville? What are you doing here?” Her wary expression vanished, but Neville saw right through her fake smile.

“I should be asking you the same thing. Why aren’t you in there with us?” He walked towards her while gesturing towards the pool. (Name) sighed. “It’s nothing, Nev. Just feeling a bit sick.”

“(Name)…”

“Don’t let me stop you from having fun.”

Neville frowned deeply. His girlfriend was sitting in front of him, a fake smile and two hands covering her inner thighs. He took a deep breath, walking in with a bold gesture in mind.

He took her hands in his which caused (Name) to internally freak out a bit. “(Name)… Don’t think I don’t see how you react to yourself all the time…” (Name) looked at him with a guilty stare. 

“I don’t…” He cut her off with a chaste kiss. Her eyebrows curled in a distressed way as she leaned into him. She felt like no one could hurt her in his arms. She felt safe.

“I love all of you. Every single part of you I am in love with.” He looked at her with pleading eyes. He kissed her shoulder softly. 

“I love this part of you.” He kissed her hands, her wrists, her stomach. “I love these parts of you.”

He traced the marks on her inner thighs that she was so ashamed of. He could feel her shaking form, and she could feel his. “I love this part of you, no matter how much you dislike it. Every. Single. Part of you is absolutely amazing to me, and I will never think any differently.” Neville looked up to her with a gentle smile that made her heart melt.

She sobbed out and threw her arms around him. Her entire body was racking with sobs. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry Neville!” He gently caressed her back, trying to soothe her. She had almost fallen out of the swing at this point, clinging to her boyfriend as if it was the last thing she could do. “Don’t be sorry, (Name)… Don’t ever be sorry…”

She pulled away and her expression broke Neville’s heart. Her eyed were red and puffy, and her lips were quivering as she hiccuped and tried to contain her sobs. “I’ve just– I’ve just been holding it in for so long! I didn’t know how to say anything- I just!” Her eyes, which had been darting around, finally locked with his own. “Neville, I just despise myself. I hate how I was made, and I hate how I am so much uglier than every single other girl here. You’re so great Neville. You’re amazing. There are girls like Hermione, Luna, Cho who are absolutely perfect. And I’m just… Me.” Her voice cracked at the last word, her shoulders slumping down.

His heart shattered at her view of herself. How could she not see what he saw? Everything he saw in front of him was so much more than perfection to him. What she viewed as flaws was nothing but perfection to him.

“Oh, (Name)… All I see in you is brilliance. You’re like a work of art. You’re perfect in a way that is real, and I love you for it. I love you more than you can imagine and that won’t change.” (Name) sniffled at his words and hugged him with a relieved sigh. 

“Thank you, Nev… I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry, (Name). Do you feel comfortable enough to swim?” He smiled brightly, attempting to cheer her up. She grinned, nodding. “Yeah. Thanks, Neville… I’ll come swim.”

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for the kindest soul I have met recently, I’m glad you exist @captofthesswolfstar It’s a bit messy but it’s fluffy.


It wasn’t a scene someone would be used to, a big shaggy dog messing around with a deer while a rat was munching on the cheese right in front of a tall lanky boy. The sandy haired boy didn’t seem bothered by the rat, he even smiled at him occasionally as he let the sun roam on his scarred skin. He looked broken but every piece was somewhere around him, not completely lost but not completely found. 

As the black dog slowly lied in front of him, he started patting his head absentmindedly and his long fingers made their way on their own scratching that one spot behind the dog’s ear. The black dog slowly morphed into a gorgeous man but he kept laying down, his eyes on the boy with questioning eyes.

“Say, Remus…”

“Mm-hmm,”

“What will happen in 10 years?”

“I don’t know Pads,” replied Remus lazily, it had been a week since the last full moon and his eyes couldn’t fight the beauty of the warmth that radiated from the sun. “I can’t imagine my life after the next full moon, don’t ask me to see that far into the future.”

“Do you think, maybe, we’d still be together?”

Remus suddenly sat upright, it was an unexpected question and a rude one.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he asked angrily.

“No, no,” said Sirius as he pushed himself up to stare the werewolf in the eyes. “You got me wrong, I’m just– I just feel like I have the potential to royally fuck up what we have and I– well, I’m scared.”

“Where’s this coming from?”

“I couldn’t sleep last night and I thought about the future until 4 am,” explained Sirius. “I realised I would give anything to have you with me every step of the way and I don’t know why I asked you, I guess–”

“You were being you,” cut off Remus grinning. “Of course we are going to be together in 10 years.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because no one else would deal with your 50 minute hair ritual Pads and because no one would love me the way you do,” he smiled bitterly.

“But of course they would,” began Sirius as he intertwined his fingers with Remus’. “I bet there are loads of other people who will love you better than I do.”

“And who told you that?” he asked trying to lift Sirius’ gaze from the grass to his face. “You are just assuming things, as you do.”

“It’s just that with this ‘war’ going on around us,” said Sirius as he pulled few grass, “I feel like I’m bound to go bad.”

Sirius,” scolded Remus softly. “You are not a bad person, you are a good person who bad things have happened to. Just because your mother is a maniac does not mean that you will go bad.”

Sirius tried to reply but Remus raised his hand to stop him from speaking.

“I mean James would probably die before he lets you go to the other side,” he laughed. “But jokes aside, I trust you Sirius and I hope you value my trust enough not to break it.”

“Of course I do,” replied Sirius sounding a little offended. He lied back down his head on Remus’ lap as the amber eyed boy twirled his fingers in Sirius’ pitch black hair. “As long as you guys are here, I’m here, too. I would never leave you alone.” 

“I don’t know if we can get married but–”

“We don’t have to,” mumbled Sirius. “We’ll get a small place, I’ll become an auror like I always wanted to and you’ll work at Hogwarts as a defense against the dark arts teacher or something.”

“I always thought you would make an amazing healer,” suggested Remus, his eyes fixed on the rat walking on the deer. “You are the reason I don’t scar like I used to.”

“Those are just potions and–”

“My mum uses the same potions Pads, you are talented,” Remus assured him. Sirius’ grey eyes shone warmer under the sunlight, kind and welcoming. “Just think about it, it’s a suggestion.”

“I will,” replied Sirius as his lip curled up. He grabbed the free hand of Remus and kissed each bruised knuckle. Maybe the werewolf was right, he could help a lot of people, maybe find the redemption he had been looking for his family’s sins. “How is it that you see the best in me all the bloody time?”

“You are dating me and you talk about seeing the best in someone, have you seen me at a full moon?”

They both started laughing, it had taken a good time but Remus was now joking about the furry little problem of his. 

“I have,” said Sirius after he caught his breath. “I wouldn’t change anything about you if they gave me the world and you know that.”

“Because you are weird Sirius Black,” said Remus as he shook his head.

“Imperfect is perfect,” he replied with a smirk and the deer morphed back into a tall messy haired boy and caught the rat with his fast reflexes.

“Trying to run away Wormy? I know the lovebirds are boring as fuck,” teased James and Sirius replied by blowing a raspberry. 

“Sod off, Potter,” said Remus, he had a mischievous smile on his face. “How’s it going with Lily, anyways?”

“I hate you,” he answered as he let go of the rat who was struggling to get away. “Oh, hi there Petey.”

“’Hi there Petey’” mocked Peter, making a pretty good imitation of James. “Really you guys seemed so serio– umm, deep in conversation?”

“We were discussing how long it will take for Prongs to ask Evans out,” lied Sirius, just to mess with James. “We have a bet going on.”

“I’m sorry, you wanker,” he snapped. “Didn’t it take you two to come to terms with your fucking feelings– what was it Petey?”

“16 months.”

“Yeah, thanks- sixteen bloody months,” continued James. Remus snorted as Sirius bit his lip trying not to laugh. Peter was just staring from James to Sirius, trying to understand when he will have to hold James back from attacking Sirius. “I rue the day you guys got together.”

“There, there Prongs,” consoled Remus. “I’m sure you and Lily will have small Potters running around in no time.”

The boys all laughed at this snark remark from the werewolf and Sirius kept drawing in his palm with his finger. Ten years looked so far in the future but somehow now it wasn’t as hard to imagine as it was last night at 3.30 am. Sirius wouldn’t have imagined his future as he does now four years ago but he let the warmth take over as he stared at the shining eyes of Remus and his small scar on his left cheek. Imperfect was completely perfect. 

Friends With Benifits

Hello, love bugs!

Warnings-Smut, Fluff, swears

Dan X Reader Smut

So I know that this wasn’t one of my older requests but I had a day and a half and the only thing to take me away was to write some good smut with Dan. Hopefully, I can get back into a rhythm. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

Friends with benefits with Dan? Ayy i like your writing xx -Anonymous


Your phone dinged with the familiar ringtone of Dan. It was a Friday night and you had absolutely no plans for the evening. Well, that was before Dan had texted you asking for you to come over. You and Dan had been friends for over three years. Your deeper friendship had been going on for almost two. It started like most friends with benefits relationships start. You were both drunk and horny. He’s a hot man who you trusted and your a beautiful girl who he would trust his first born with. Stumbles and giggles were mixed with feverish kisses. The morning after filled with blushes and the usual “I’m not like that usually.” Then the awkward goodbye sealed with a kiss because it’s not like hours earlier the both of you were seeing each other in many different ways. The both of you hadn’t talked for nearly two weeks, waiting for the other person to text first. How could you let any of this break such a strong friendship? You broke the streak of not talking because if you waited another moment you might have started to really lose your mind.

“Daniel I can’t take it. We fucked and you know what it was fucking amazing. I miss our friendship. For almost a full year I have texted you every day.These two weeks are killing me. I know our friendship may never be the same because I saw your penis but like, I don’t know please just text me back or something.” Hours went by. Okay well honestly just a couple of minutes went by but it felt like hours before Dan finally replied. 

“Y/N, come over so we can talk. Don’t freak I am not friendship dumping you. I just need to talk this shit out in person. Please come over,” It took about four seconds before you grabbed your coat to get out the door. After a short ride on the tube, you finally make it over to Dan’s. Once you reached the door you honestly had to remember that the two of you were going through an awkward thing so you couldn't just walk into the apartment and make you way up to the lounge. How do you knock again? Is it weirder to ring the bell like the postman or is it better to knock the usual friendly rhythm.Before you could think any more on the subject your arm was already knocking before you could over think everything over and over again.

You were looking down at the floor practising the conversation when you felt the air push past you as Dan opened the door. There he was looking so sweet like his curly hair. He had clearly just gotten out of the shower as his hair still had little drips coming from the tips of the baby curls.

“Y/N, It’s good to see you. Listen, I mean please come in.” Dan had placed his hand on the back of his neck rubbing softly at the awkwardness. He had a small smile placed on his lips, Happy to see you but unsure of how to handle this situation. “Look I have never had to have this conversation before so let’s go sit and maybe have a warm drink.” You nodded your head pushing slightly past Dan to make your way up the stairs. 

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album of the year

request: Harry one where you have a little girl that looks just like you and he adores her just as much as you and shows her off but also loves daddy cuddles

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“Chloe? Chloe, where are you, we have to go–” I walked in the bathroom to find Chloe sitting on the counter, Harry behind her with her hair in his fingers and an elastic in his mouth. “So you didn’t like how I did your hair, huh?” I smirked.

“Daddy braids better, mum, we didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

I laughed as Harry secured a braid in her hair, “You didn’t hurt my feelings, sweetie.”

“Alright,” Harry lifted Chloe down from the counter, “You’re ready for the red carpet, princess. Show me your walk and pose.“

Chloe walked a few steps, hand on hips as Harry narrated, "Walk, walk, walk, pose.” Chloe smiled at the hypothetical cameras. “Walk, walk, walk, pose.” Chloe blew a kiss to the camera. “Perfect! They’re gonna love you.”

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Make Me Forget (Grayson) Part 1

Summary: Certain moments in life and certain people are worth forgetting. Forget the pain, and forget the ones who hurt you. But sometimes you need a little help to forget. Can he make her forget? Or will she forget him?

Word Count: 2966

Warnings: Some cursing.

A/N: Hey lovelies! This is our first ever mini series!! Angie, and I were talking one day, and I just had this crazy idea to write a little story. Angie was against it at first, because we never done any writing on our blog before, so we didn’t know if we would be any good at it, but after some convincing, she gave in! We threw around some ideas for a story line, and well here we are! We never really written anything before, so feedback from you guys would be great! That way we can get an idea of whether or not you guys like it, or if you guys hate it! Seriously don’t be afraid to tell us we suck! We love you guys! Hope you guys enjoy Make Me Forget ♥

- Quick s/o to @dolan-twin-trash for pushing us to do this! Thanks babe, love you! ♥  

Originally posted by love-me-like-this

“Two years! Two fucking years, and he breaks up with me over a damn text message?” I screamed to myself, as I pace around my apartment searching for my car keys. I managed to find them, and walked over to the kitchen island to grab my purse, before making my way out the door of my apartment, and towards my car.

 My make up was half done, my hair was still in curlers, I was in my sweats, and house shoes. I honestly look like a fucking train wreck. I was in the middle of getting ready for my date with my boyfriend Trey, until he texted me and pretty much broke up with me an hour before our date. I picked up my phone to call my best friend Cristina, to let her know that I’m on my way over. I called her about three times, and just my luck no answer! I suddenly realized that she was probably over at her boyfriend Ethan’s apartment. I quickly made a u-turn and started heading that way. 

The whole drive there, all I could think about was why Trey could’ve wanted to break up with me. He didn’t even bother to call me! I mean seriously breaking up with someone over a text message is probably the most cowardly thing to do! I didn’t even care about the date at this point. He ended a two year relationship over a 4 word text message! I was so deep in thought that I didn’t realize I had already pulled up in front of the apartment complex. 

Before getting out the car I grabbed the hoodie that was in the passenger seat and threw it on because I was only wearing a Nike sports bra. I pulled out my phone to call Cristina one more time, before heading upstairs. Still no answer. “What the hell is this girl doing?” I whispered to myself, rather annoyed. I understand she’s with Ethan, but she always answers my calls. Hell she even answers the phone when their having sex!  I quickly brushed away the thought, and started heading up to the second floor. 

“2110, 2111, 2112 …” I counted as I passed the apartments making sure I didn’t pass it up. “2116.” I whispered, as I approached the apartment door. I raised my hand getting ready to knock, but the door swung open revealing Ethan’s twin brother Grayson. He wasn’t in his usual sweats or shorts, instead he was wearing black ripped skinny’s, a black t-shirt, his typical Vans, and he had his hair hidden under his red beanie. He looked like he was getting ready to head out somewhere, then I noticed the camera in his hand, so I assumed he was on his way out to record some stuff for their YouTube channel. His voice broke me out of my thoughts.

“Y/N? You look… Uh what’s up?” Grayson asked looking a little confused at my appearence. He was starring at me as if I had a second head sticking out of my neck. 

“Is… Is Cristina here?” I replied, my voice a little shaky. I can feel myself wanting to cry, but I tried my hardest to hold it in, not wanting to cry in front of Grayson.  

“Um no, her and Ethan have been gone all day. They should be back in a little bit.” “Are you okay?” he asks, examining my face.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I spoke almost at a whisper, with my eyes locked on the ground. Feeling a tear crept its way onto my cheek. I tried to wipe it away as quickly as I can without Grayson noticing.

His eyes widened at the sight of me crying. For as long as we’ve known each other, he has never seen me cry. To be honest nobody has, other then Cristina. “Oh my god, Y/N you’re crying! What’s wrong?” Grayson asked, as he walked towards me with his arms open, ready to embrace me into a hug. As much as I could use a hug right now, I didn’t let him hug me. I knew that the moment he hugged me I would just start bawling like a baby. I took a small step to the side, and his eyebrows furrowed together. 

“You have stuff to do.” I said glancing down at his camera. “I don’t want to keep you. I’ll just see Cristina later.” I turned around to leave, but before I could even take a step, I felt Grayson grab on to my wrist causing me to turn around.

“I can film later…” he paused, giving my hand a light squeeze before speaking again “We’re friends, you know you can talk to me about whatever. But if you don’t want to talk to me, then you can stay here, and wait until Cristina comes back. I just don’t want you to leave upset, ok?” My eyes finally left the ground, and I looked up at him. “Ok… Thanks.” was all I said. His hazel eyes that were once filled with worry, now have a hint of relief in them. His pink lips curled up into a small smile, revealing the dimples in his cheeks. 

I stepped inside the apartment, and immediately I noticed how clean it was. 

“Wow, I can actually see the floor in here this time.” I chuckled a little, thinking about how there’s usually clothes all over the place, dishes piled up in the sink, and their beds never made.

“Ethan spent all night cleaning, because Cristina was coming over today. He even cleaned my room. Not that I’m complaining!” he said, as he was putting his camera away. 

I made my way to the living room, and plopped myself on the couch. I pulled out my phone deciding to text Cristina to let her know I was at the boys’ apartment, but I ended up clicking on Trey’s messages instead. I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn’t help it …

Trey: Hey, we’re breaking up. 

Y/N: What?

Y/N: Did you seriously just break up with me over a text message??

Y/N: And literally an hour before our date? Wtf Trey?

Trey: Can’t talk rn. 

Y/N: Fuck you asshole!

He broke up with me just like that. No reason, no explanation, nothing. It was as if the two years meant nothing to him. I can’t help but wonder if it was something I did. I honestly didn’t understand. 

“Y/N? Hello?” I could here Grayson calling me from the kitchen, but I couldn’t find the words to say anything. I could feel the lump growing in my throat, and I could feel the tears blurring my vision. Next thing I know I’m sobbing on Grayson’s couch. 

I felt someone take my phone out of my hand, and I figured it was Grayson since he was the only other person there. After a few seconds I felt his strong arms wrapped around me, as he gently pushed my head into his broad chest.

“Fuck Trey! He’s an idiot!” Grayson whisper into my ear, making me realized that he had read the text messages. Which I don’t mind. I mean Grayson and I have been friends for a while now. I met him when Ethan, and Cristina first started dating a year ago, and we’ve been close friends ever since. He knew about Trey, we all would hang out together from time to time, but you can tell him, and Trey never really had a liking for one another. I never knew why though.

Grayson and I just sat there on the couch, his arms still wrapped tightly around me. He didn’t say anything, he just moved his hands up and down the middle of my back. It was comforting, making me calm down a bit. I picked my head up to rest it on his shoulder.

“Nice hoodie, by the way.” he spoke, breaking the silence in the room. I looked down at the hoodie not remembering what kind of hoodie I was wearing. Then I realized it was Grayson’s hoodie. “Thanks, some idiot left it in my car!” I rolled my eyes causing him to let out a laugh as he playfully pulled the hood over my head. After our fit of laughter, the room quickly broke back into a silence. My head was still resting on Grayson’s shoulder, as I fiddle with the sleeves of my hoodie.  

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, causing me to dart my attention towards him. I was about to say something, when Grayson’s phone went off signaling that he had just received a text message.

“It’s Ethan. He forgot the apartment key.” Grayson rolls his eyes, as he gets up to go open the front door. 

“Y/N? What are you doing here? I thought you and Trey had a date today?” Cristina asked. “And why do you look like that?” Ethan asked clearly amused at my appearance. Causing him to receive a slap from Grayson. 

“Have you been crying?” Cristina asked, clearly noticing the puffiness of my eyes. She walked towards the couch and takes a seat next to me. “What’s wrong?” she asked. I could feel all three sets of eyes on me. Great I guess everyone gets to see me cry like a fucking baby today.

 I let out a sigh before I started to speak.

“Trey… Trey broke up with me.” I spoke almost at a whisper. “He texted me while I was getting ready for our date…” I paused and looked at my best friend who had a sympathetic look on her face. “He broke up with me over a fucking text message! Who the fuck does that?” I was pretty much screaming at her. I hid my face in my hands, and as if on queue the tears just started rolling down my cheeks.

Cristina was comforting me, talking shit about Trey, and saying things to make me feel better. What any girl would do when their best friend is going thru a break up. Ethan and Grayson would occasionally do something stupid trying to make me laugh. It was sweet, I’m glad Grayson convinced me to stay, because I probably would’ve been at home curled up in my bed, listening to sad break up songs, feeling a lot worse.

“I think I’m gonna head home.” I said which caused Cristina to untangle herself from Ethan so she could get up to check her phone, that was on the coffee table. “But it’s only 9. Stay!” she said trying to give me her little puppy dog face. “It’s been a long day, and I just want my bed.” I said, as I was getting up off the couch. 

Grayson wanted to walk me to my car, which I thought was sweet of him. All day he kept asking me if I was ok, doing everything he could to try and get a smile out of me. He honestly was the sweetest, and I’m lucky to have a friend like him.

“I’LL CALL YOU LATER!” I heard Cristina yell from the living room. Grayson and I chuckled a bit hearing Ethan telling her to shut up. 

We got to my car, and Grayson placed an arm on my shoulder pulling me close, wrapping both of his arms around me. His embrace was warm, and his strong, muscular arms felt like a protective shield around my body.  

“No more crying ok?” Grayson said, as he pulled away from our hug. “I’m serious Y/N! Call me if you start to feel sad, or wanna cry, or whatever!” he said in a more serious tone. His eyes met mine, as I finally looked up at him. “I will.” was all I said before turning away to get into my car. I drove out of the parking lot, and started making my way back home.

When I got home, I decided to take a long hot shower. I turned on the water, and quickly went in, letting the hot water hit my body. I had just started conditioning my hair when I heard a knock at my front door. “Seriously?” I said rather annoyed. I got out of the shower, grabbing a clean towel from the towel rack, and dried myself off. I grabbed the bathrobe that was hanging on the back of my bathroom door, and quickly put it on, so I could so see who it was at the door. I figured it would be Cristina, since I never had anyone come over my apartment besides for the twins, and Trey. 

“I’m coming!” I yelled from my bathroom so that whoever was at the door could here me. Apparently they didn’t, which caused them to knock on the door harder. “I said I’m co….” I paused when I opened the door, surprised by who was standing outside my apartment.

“…. Grayson, what are you doing here?” I asked a little confused. 

“I just wanted to come by and make sure you were ok. Did I interrupt your shower?” he asked noticed the conditioner that was still left in my hair. “I mean you did, but its okay. You had a good reason.” I smiled, causing him to laugh.

I let Grayson come inside, and he walked into the kitchen and placed a shopping bag on the counter. “What’s that?” I asked rather curious. “I bought you some candy, and ice cream. I also got you a movie. Well I got a few actually, I didn’t know what you wanted to watch, so I got you 5 so you can pick from. If you don’t like none of them then I can go get some more I mean I ….”

“Grayson!” I cut him off. “I like all of them actually. Thank you, this was sweet of you.” I said. “Thank god!” he said sounding relived. “You can pick a movie, we can watch it when I finish washing this conditioner out my hair.” I said before walking off into my bathroom. I finished washing off my hair, and grabbed a towel wrapping up my wet hair. I cursed myself as I forgot to bring my clothes into the bathroom with me. I walked into my closet, which happened to be connected with my bathroom since I had a master bedroom. I grabbed a pair of pajama shorts, and a 4OU shirt I got when the guys went on tour last year. 

I walked into the living room, finding Grayson on his phone. He looked up from his phone, when he heard me enter the room. I plopped down next to him on the couch, resting my feet up on the ottoman in front of me. “So what movie are we watching?” I asked reaching for the bag of sour patches Grayson got me. I smiled, realizing he knew what my favorite candy was. 

“We’re gonna watch Frozen because I know that’s your favorite movie.” he said getting up to put in the dvd. “But I thought you hate that movie.” I asked as I put a piece of candy in my mouth. “I do, but since I’m such a great friend, I’ll watch it with you. Just this one time though!” 

We watched the movie, and had a few conversations here and there. It was nice to have Grayson here. He kept making me laugh, with his corny jokes, and his awful singing whenever he tried to sing along to the songs. I enjoyed his company, I really did, but I sort of wish that it was Trey that was here with me right now instead of Grayson. I missed him, I wish I knew why he broke up with me. The more I thought about it the more angry I became. I started going thru my phone and started deleting all of our pictures. I came across a picture of us at our two year anniversary dinner. We looked so happy. 

“He didn’t deserve you.” Grayson’s raspy voice brought me back from my thoughts. “He’s a douchebag, who didn’t know what he had. He’s gonna be the one that hurts in the end, because he let you go. You deserve so much more then that piece of shit.” Grayson’s voice sounded angry but soft at the same time. 

I laid myself out on the couch, putting my head in Grayson’s lap. “Thank you Gray…” I paused when I felt his hands running through the ends of my hair. “For being there for me today, and for being here right now.” I said, feeling my eyelids get heavy. 

“I’ll always be here for you. I promise.” he spoke at a whisper, but loud enough for me to hear. I laid there with my head in Grayson’s chest watching the movie that was playing on the tv, as he continued to play with the ends of my hair, as I drifted to sleep.

alex probably never understood why people were so excited about marriage. sure, she used to talk about it with kara and she’d say she can’t wait to get married someday because that’s what kara would say too, but she didn’t mean it. because alex knew marriage was about falling in love and being comfortable and excited about it. she knew falling in love is feeling like you finally belong somewhere and with somebody. so being married was never her priority or something she desperately wanted to do. because alex never fell in love with someone to the point that made her think “oh, so this is what people feel when they want to get married, this is what it feels like to want someone to be in your life forever”, she never felt that, until maggie showed up in her life. maggie changed her so much, maggie showed her what true love feels like. alex now realizes that when people said that being in love and being married was one of the best feelings ever, they meant something like this, something like her feelings for maggie. because truth is, alex loves maggie, she loves waking up and hearing maggie’s sleepy voice saying “goodmorning” and seeing her little smile after it. she loves spending rainy days curled up in the couch with maggie watching movies or just enjoying each other’s company. she loves having dinner with maggie, she loves when maggie holds her hand when they walk down the street and the way maggie looks at her in the eyes and makes her feel safe. she loves when maggie tells her how much she loves her. she loves everything that has to do with maggie so she wants to spend the rest of her life with maggie. i don’t think alex believed in marriage or wanted to get married before maggie showed her that sometimes all you need is to wake up next to someone you love for the rest of your life and hearing their sweet and sleepy voice saying “goodmorning”.

anonymous asked:

I was thinking of a cute idea involving AllMight and his students but being who I am I made it kinda angsty. The idea is that someone accidentally uses their quirk on All Might and turns him into a great dane and they have to wait till it wears off and I thought it would be cute with all of the class playing and cuddling with Dog Might but then I thought about how skinny he is and how he would look as a dog and his scar would be easy to see and it made me sadto think of everone reacting to that.

FRICK

OKAY

First of all, All Might being a great dane is frigging adorable and I love it. Just the image of him running around and playing with the kids, maybe taking naps curled up with them on the couch or something, them combing his fur and just enjoying being around them.

Second of all, I love this angst. So, so much. He’s skinny, horribly skinny, and he wheezes really loud if he runs too much or too fast. There’s blood constantly gathered around his gums, and he doesn’t have all of his teeth. His ribs and hips are messed up, so maybe he can’t quite run or walk straight. He’s covered in little scars, and his front paws are really messed up. 

Oh boy, the kids seeing his scar and realizing just how much it messes with him on a day-to-day basis would be painful. It would be big and gnarly and just painful to look at, and maybe it takes them a while to really learn how much it hurts him. Like maybe the kids are petting him and their hands brush over his injury and he just yelps and whines in pain and tries to curl up on the floor (frick I am going to cry) and just the size of his injury would really make the students realize some things about All Might that he might not have told them about otherwise. When he finally gets back to normal they sit him down and talk about things.

Yes, good idea, I love this 100%. 

Preference: You Have a Miscarriage

Summary: basically what the title says!

Warnings: miscarriages get mentioned in this, as you can see from the title. I’m sorry if that’s triggering for anyone!

Feedback is appreciated! This isn’t my best work, but I tried. Enjoy!

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Ashton: “A miscarriage?” Ashton echoes from beside you, his eyes flickering from you to the doctor. “But how? I did everything right this time. I took the prenatal vitamins and went to all of the classes.” You say, your hand resting on your stomach. The doctor shakes his head. “Sometimes, it just isn’t meant to be. I recommend that you and your husband start looking into adoption or surrogacy.” He says, before leaving the room. Ashton sighs, looking down at you on the exam table. You’ve been trying to get pregnant for four years. You’ve gotten pregnant twice, including this time, and they’ve both ended in miscarriages. “Ash?” You whisper, tears blurring your vision as you look down at your hands. Just because this isn’t your first let down, doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt any less. Ashton leans down and kisses the top of your head, grabbing your hand with his own. “I understand if… if you don’t want to be with me anymore.” You mumble. Ashton lifts his head and looks at you. “What? Baby, that’s crazy. I’d never leave you.” He says, tears forming in his own eyes. “I can’t give you the family you want, though.” You say. Ashton shakes his head. “Then we’ll adopt like the doctor recommended. (Y/N), my family is wherever you are. You’re my wife. I don’t need a baby to be happy. As long as I have you, I’m completely content.” You bite your lip. “I really wanted to have a baby, Ashton.” You say, the tears finally rolling down your cheeks. Ashton pulls you into a warm hug. “I know, baby. I know.” He murmurs, his voice muffled by your hair. “Hey, we’ll be okay. Our baby is safe and is where she should be. She’s watching over us every day.” Ashton tells you when you pull away. He kisses away the last few stray tears on your cheeks. “I want to adopt. But… can we wait a few months? I’m not ready for a baby again yet. I’m a mess right now.” You say, your emotions and hormones swirling in every direction. Ashton smiles. “Best looking mess I’ve ever seen.” You both cry for a little while longer in the doctor’s office, then head home and sit in the nursery for hours, until you fall asleep and Ashton carries you to bed. It would be a long road ahead after this, but Ashton knows that you’re strong and can get through it.

Calum: You found out about the miscarriage three weeks ago. You and Calum had both been heartbroken, wanting to start a family more than anything else. You both got a week off of work to sort through everything and to try to recover. Calum tried not to show how much he was hurting because that just made you feel terrible. You’ve both been trying to go back to normal. You’ve been ordering Chinese and pizza for the past weeks, neither of you having the energy to cook.But today, when Calum walks into the kitchen after work, he sees you there, chopping vegetables. “(Y/N)?” He asks. Your head snaps up and he immediately notices the tear stains on your cheeks. “You remember Sarah from my work?” You ask, your voice strained. Calum nods slowly. “Well, she’s pregnant.” You say simply, your voice cracking on the last word. Calum shuts his eyes against the pain he feels in his gut. When you’re hurting, so is he. He hates seeing you beat yourself up over it. “And you know, I sat at my desk for an hour trying to figure out how that’s fair. How come she gets to be pregnant instead of me? How come her baby gets to be perfectly healthy instead of ours?” You ask, cutting the carrot rather hard. Calum walks over and takes the knife from you, just as you break down. Sobs wrack your body as Calum pulls you to his chest. “It just isn’t fair.” You cry. Calum feels tears roll down his own cheeks. “I know. I’m so sorry, angel.” He says, even though it isn’t his fault. “We deserve a baby. We do!” You say, and it makes Calum’s heart break even more. He pulls you into the living room and cuddles you tightly against his chest. “We’ll get through this, (Y/N). I promise you that we’ll have our baby someday. I’ll do everything I can to make that happen.” Calum says, squeezing his eyes shut as he makes a silent prayer.

Luke: “Princess? The boys are here. Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Luke asks quietly, poking his head into your shared bedroom. You’re still curled up in a ball, tissues all around your body as you cry and stare off at nothing. You’ve been like this for weeks since finding out you suffered a miscarriage. “Yes.” You croak, tears streaming down your cheeks. Luke sighs and shuts the door as he leaves. He walks to the room that was set up to be a nursery. The boys turn and look at him. “She wants it all gone. We’ll take the furniture to my parents’ place for now and paint the walls a different color. Make it look nothing like a nursery.” Luke tells them, even though it hurts him to be destroying the same nursery he and the boys had put so much time into making. “You should really get her to see a counselor, mate. She doesn’t seem like she’s doing very well.” Michael says. “I’m working on it. She’s finally began taking showers and eating some more, so that’s progress. I’ll bring up seeing a counselor when she’s ready.” Luke says. “What about you? How are you holding up?” Calum asks, tilting his head to look at his best friend. Luke’s eyes are bloodshot from crying and he has dark circles under his eyes from not sleeping. He seems to have lost a little weight. “The doctor said it could have been from exhaustion. What if taking her on tour caused it?” Luke asks, finally breaking down and letting his tears fall. “You can’t blame yourself, Luke. It just wasn’t what God wanted for you and (Y/N) yet. It had nothing to do with her coming with us.” Ashton says, pulling Luke in for a hug. The two other boys join in, holding Luke against them tightly. “Lukey?” Your voice rings through Luke’s ears. He pulls away from the boys to turn around and face you. You’re leaning against the doorway, your hair in a messy bun and wearing one of Luke’s band tees. “What’s the matter, love?” He asks, wiping away his tears. “Can we keep the nursery for now?” You ask softly, your bottom lip quivering. “Of course we can, princess.” He says. “And I was thinking… maybe we could go see her grave now?” You ask. You and Luke had your little girl buried at a local cemetery, but you never went to see her. “Of course.” Luke says, pulling you into a hug. It seems that you were finally ready to start picking up the pieces.

Michael: He’s angry. He’s so, so angry for months after you hear the news. Him being angry doesn’t mix well with you being sad. You grow apart; your nights filled with tears and screaming instead of healing. It’s not until he stops coming home at night that you know what to do. “I want a divorce.” You tell him at dinner, on a night where he’s actually home for the first time in weeks. His head immediately snaps up. “What?” He asks, his voice low. “I want a divorce.” You repeat. “Why?” He asks. You scoff. “Michael, its obvious that you blame me. You barely speak to me anymore and you’re never here at night. I get it. I get why you can’t even look at me anymore. It’s okay.” You tell him, biting your lip as your voice cracks. Michael stands up and walks over to your side of the table. “(Y/N), I don’t blame you. I’ve never blamed you. I only go out at night so I can try to forget that it happened. I hate the fact that we don’t have our baby, but I would never, ever blame you for that.” He says, kneeling down so he can see your face. “God, how could you even think that? I love you so much. You have to know that.” You look at him with tears rolling down your cheeks. “I needed you. I lost a baby and you just completely shut me out when I needed you. You can’t do that.” You tell him, wiping away your tears. “Oh, baby, I know that now. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. I’m such an idiot. Come here.” Michael pulls you into a tight hug, which eventually ends up with both of you siting on the kitchen floor with you curled into his chest and his arms around you. You cry together, until neither of you can cry anymore. You agree to see a couple’s counselor to get back to where you once were. Michael knows that it’s going to be hard getting you to trust him again, but he promises that he’s not going anywhere unless it’s with you.

Slow Burn - Part 1

Pairing: firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,995

Summary: The reader is reluctantly setup on a blind date and it doesn’t go as planned. Is there an instant spark or is it a slow burn?


Ding dong!

Ding dong!

“Y/N! Open up!”

Shit. You were hoping he forgot.

You lazily walk over to the door and pull it open. “Yes, sir? What can I do for you?” You say dryly.

Your friend Justin looks you up and down and shakes his head.

“Why aren’t you ready?” He asks annoyed.

“Ready for what?” You say trying to sound as innocent as possible.

Justin just gives you a bitch face and then invites himself in.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do an imagine with Zach where him and the reader (girl) get into a fight and she ignores him and goes to Bryces with all the other boys and gets high or drunk, which is totally unlike her, and she gets hurt somehow and Zach takes care of her and they make up, please?❤️

I combined this one and this request!

51: “ I want to take care of you. ”
70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ”

from this prompt post

Originally posted by corn-flacks

“Okay, Zach? Newsflash, you don’t control my life. And you may be my boyfriend and everything, but I’m my own, independent self outside of you, and I really don’t appreciate you talking down to me acting like I’m an idiot.”

“Y/N, I’m not talking down to you. Chill.”

“Chill?! Don’t fucking tell me to chill, Zachary. You don’t get to tell me who I can talk.”

“Y/N, I understand that but you can’t go around flirting with other guys.”

“I wasn’t fucking flirting with Justin! He’s just my good friend, that’s all!”

“You were twirling your hair and laughing and touching his arm. That’s a pretty damn flirty. If I recall correctly, that’s the same way we started.”

“Fuck you, Zach.”

I angrily slammed the phone into the receiver, falling back into my headboard.

“That massive douchebag. Who the fuck does he think he is? I…” I was irate, muttering to myself as I rubbed my temples. I was still fuming when I heard a “ding” on my phone.

“Hey Y/N. I’m having a few people over tonight for some drinks. Love it if u and Dempsey could come.” -Bryce

I thought for a minute, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. “Fuck it.” I murmured, typing a quick response.

“Hey Bryce. I’m probz gonna be flying solo tonight :( it still okay if I come?”

Bryce responded almost instantly.

“Ugh. He fucked up, didn’t he? No worries. It’ll be a fun night. Def come :)”

I put on some makeup and, as a middle finger to Zach, the shortest and tightest skirt I owned.

Five minutes later, I was at Bryce’s house, a beer in my hand, and his arm around my shoulder.

Zach’s POV

I was lying on my bed, tossing a ball up at the ceiling as my conversation with Y/N ran over and over again in my head. I heard my phone ding and I immediately rolled over onto my side, hoping it’s a text from her, responding to my paragraph long apology.

But nope, it’s a Snapchat from Bryce. I sighed and slide open the app. It’s a video, and when I click on it, I’m shocked to see Y/N giggling with her arms around Bryce, stumbling drunkenly and sloshing beer over the sides of a red Solo Cup as Bryce kissed her on the cheek.

“God fucking damnit Bryce.”

I raced down to my car, grabbing my keys and shouting a quick goodbye to my mom as I sped over to Bryce’s house. I slammed open the door to a raging party, with people hooking up in corners, the stench of vomit and beer mixed with the fruity scent of Mike’s Hard Lemonade filling my nostrils as I pushed through the party, shoving people out of the way until I reached the backyard where Bryce was sitting with Y/N on his lap, rubbing her hips. She looked half asleep, swaying slightly, her eyes closed as she rocked back and forth. It was obvious she wasn’t in her right senses.

“Bryce.” I barked, and his head shot up. He immediately dropped his hand from her waist, but his face of panic morphed into the cool, confident smirk he always wore.

“Dempsey!” He waved. “Didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”

I didn’t do anything but shoot him a dirty look as I walked over and pulled Y/N up from Bryce’s lap. She sagged into me, her eyes opening and a small smile curling across her mouth as she slurred.

“Hey babe! I…I’m pissssssed at you. But very hap…” She hiccuped. “…py to see you. But I’m pissed. But happy.” She giggled.

“Shit, Y/N. How much did you have?”

“A lil bit of, of, vodka. And some beers. But then I just had lemonade the rest of the time. It was ssssooooo good.”

“Y/N…that was alcoholic.”

“HaaHaaaHA that’s so funny!” Y/N stumbled into me. “I feel sick.” She looked green, and I immediately rushed into action, pulling her inside to the bathroom. I locked it behind me and got her down in front of the toilet, pulling her hair back just in time as she vomited. I rubbed her back gently as she continued to throw up, and when she pulled back, I saw mascara tear tracks down her face. She as quiet for a couple of minutes.

“I’m mad at you still.” She said softly. “But thank you.”

“We may be fighting, and I may have fucked up, but I want to take care of you now…and for the rest of our lives. I don’t care if…if you murder someone, I’ll always, always be there for you. And I’m really really sorry.”

She smiled again. “You’re not totally…” She hiccuped. “…forgiven. But once I get some Gatorade and Advil in the morning we can talk it over.”

“Sounds good. Let’s go home, I have a warm bed and a bucket waiting for you. And tomorrow morning we’ll go to the greasiest diner we can find for an egg and cheese and then we can talk it over.”

This is why I fell in love with you. You’re always so caring and sweet even if…if people are like pissed at you and you just always want to help others and I can’t thank you enough. I…I don’t know what…what would’ve happened if you hadn’t come, and Bryce…. and….” She trailed off.

“Shh.” I rubbed her back and pulled her into me, kissing her forehead. “I’m here now.” She smiled again, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around my neck. I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers.

“Babe! I just vommed.”

“I don’t care. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

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Cuddling & tickles // 3:51 pm

Pairing: Reader x Shawn

Featuring: Shawn Mendes

Warning: fluff

Prompt: you haven’t seen your boyfriend in awhile.

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[First Name]’s POV

The TV made a click as it powered off, the room suddenly became very dark. The curtains were drawn closed and the lights were off, the only sound I could hear was Shawn’s soft snores, that were somehow gradually getting louder. I looked over the covers to see Shawn curled up asleep, a ripple of warmth spread through me just knowing that he was here to stay the weekend with me. I knew how crazy the past few months have been for him, he was always doing something or recording something, and finally he’s here with me. Asleep, but at least he’s here.

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