i laughed so loud at this bit!

and girls were so pretty. there was the effortless girls who had the wide eyes, the freckles, the hair pulled back. who didn’t wear makeup and always wore a smile, who knew you needed help before you asked it; the sunshine and picnic girls, who you felt carried spring with them. and the mountaintop girls, strong bodies and fierce in their bones, drinking green tea and teaching you yoga, who watched you and made sure you ate well, who knew what it was to fight for a body that listened. and the soft heather girls who knew nature and spoke gently and would show you how to hear the light hitting a lake, who would listen no matter how long the story was and somehow know what to say. and the girls who were red moons, a dangerous flash of teeth and darkness, an excited wildness that came in black leather and spoke of nights you ache when you remember, who would look at you and pin you to a board for a moment, so that for once you felt important. and the summertime girls, wide smiles and makeup that never smudged, who could make you feel as if you lived inside a photograph, who brought the feeling of the fourth of july to every party, who convinced you to come to the party. and of course the rain girls, who didn’t need an explanation, but simply were, in a way that when you made eye contact with them you knew somehow about sorrow and also about the safety of staying home. 

and girls. girls in their sweatpants in the aisle of a supermarket looking lost. girls staring down their teacher, demanding the grade they deserve. girls with their hands on the wheel, with their hands passing lotion to another, with their hands in their hair. girls upside down on the couch and spine straight in business meetings and body curled around a book. girls who were upended libraries, who were railroads, who were a choir’s last note, who were carols, who were snow, who were a racing track, who glowed or who gave warmth or else sewed cold, who bit hard, who laughed loud, who fell asleep on trains, who rode bikes in rain.

and then there was you.

so in trk when ronan tries to drop opal off with aurora and he tells her to stay she curses at him and he says “watch your mouth around my mother” 

but like imagine opal cursing??? she looks like a tiny human child and she is adorable but ofc she’s also a product of ronan’s mind so 

  • opal coming running up to adam and ronan like “GUESS WHAT I FUCKING FOUND!” all cheerfully 
    • adam chokes, ronan glares
    • opal is indifferent 
    • “watch your fucking mouth”
    • you watch your fucking mouth” she tells him
    • adam laughs for 59902 years
  • the three of them having breakfast at the barns and opal saying “pass the fucking salt please this branch is too damn bland”
    • “watch your mouth around your fathers, sphincter” says ronan irritably
    • “should you be eating that?” asks adam
  • “kerah the fucking deer won’t eat out of my goddamn hand”
    • “I SWEAR TO GOD, KID”
    • “well i mean she did learn it from you, ronan”
    • “nobody fucking asked you, parrish”
  • ronan walks in on opal chewing on the toaster and just asks in a very faint voice “what the fuck are you doing?”
    • “this shit tastes fucking amazing” she answers
    • ronan wants to cry
    • “should you be eating that?” asks adam even as he laughs
  • “fuck” realizes ronan one day “i’ve become gansey”
    • “i like gansey” declares opal “even if he drives a piece of shit”
    • “you’re grounded” ronan tells her
    • “fuck you” she answers
    • “ADAM” yells ronan “DISCIPLINE YOUR DAUGHTER”
    • “should you really be eating that?” asks adam as opal chews on ronan’s car keys
    • “fuck” groans ronan and officially Gives Up On Life
Jealousy || Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Originally posted by elizabethccoper

Request: Do you do one shots too or only imagines? If you do, I was thinking maybe an teen wolf x Riverdale crossover. Like the reader goes to Riverdale for the summer to hang out with her cousin that just moved there (Veronica) and she meets jughead and he reminds her of stiles the guy she’s been in love with since forever and she starts getting close to jug and Stiles finds out and gets jealous bc he’s lowkey in love with her too and he goes to Riverdale to get her and maybe there’s some angst and smut

A/n: I haven’t posted anything in months (probably 6 months? Idk) and I’m really sorry about that. I had zero motivation to write anything and if I did nothing would come to me, so I’m really sorry. But now I’m back with school almost being over, I have a lot of time now. So enjoy this imagine that I wrote and sorry if it isn’t perfect and sorry if there’s any grammar error. Love you guys x

“Do you have to go?” A sad looking Stiles asked from across the room. You sighed, nodding your head as you packed some clothes in your suitcase. Stiles let out a puff and got up from the chair he was sitting in and walked over to your bed. “I don’t want you to.”

 “Stiles, it’s just the summer. It would go by pretty fast.” You told the brown haired boy and gave him a smile. He gave you a forced smile and you threw the shirt you had in your hands at him. Stiles let out a loud squeak, making you burst out laughing. 

 “That was so not cool.” Stiles claimed, glaring at you. You stuck your tongue out at him and giggled a bit. “Tell me again why are you leaving?”

 “I haven’t seen my cousin, Veronica, in a really long time and she always lived on the other side of the states and now that she’s 5 hour away I can finally go and visit her.” You exclaimed, getting excited about the fact that you’re going to see your beloved cousin after so, so long.

 “What if a monster invades the town?” He asked and you stopped folding your clothes to look at him, raising your eyebrows at him.

 “Stiles, if anyone invades the town there’s always Scott, Malia, Lydia…” you started to say, your face feeling hot before finishing your sentence, “and they have you. If anyone can stop those monsters, it’s you..”

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Part of J2′s Panel which Misha crashed at Jib8 and they were telling a story all together.

Context: Misha rented a house near the location of where they were shooting the finale. J2M all crashed there because they thought it was a four bedroom. It ended up being a two bedroom. Misha and Jared shared a room - Jared slept on the floor - and Jensen had one down the hall. Jensen said that Jared was snoring so loud that he woke Jensen up.

Now the fun bit. Starts at 1:40.

Transcript:

Jensen: I’m like ‘how is misha possibly sleeping in the same room’.

Jared: Oh he had been put to the test the night before.

*all laugh* *jared sort of faces himself away from the audience* *misha looks slightly awkward* *jensen bends over and laughs*

Jensen: He can sleep through anything.

Jared: No, he woke up for…

*audience and jared laughs* *misha has that awkward smile on his face*

Jensen: When you nudged him.

*jared is still wiping tears from before* *misha shaking his head* *jensen gives a little laugh*

Jared: They’re all like ‘what’s true, what’s not’.

*j2m laugh*

Jared: I wanna believe…no, so (as if to continue story)

*everyone and j2m laugh* *misha turns*

Misha: I wan…(as thought to repeat jared)

*all laughing again*

*jared continues story* *jensen looks down and shakes his head* *misha back to emotionless face again*

Make of that what you will but I have to say, Jared looked like he was having a lot of fun.

On Thin Ice *Part 1*

Originally posted by nellaey

Gif isn’t mine

Hello all you lovely people!! My past fic had done so well, I decided I could write another one for all of you. Like always, please leave feedback and tell me what you think!

Summary: You, Newt, Queenie, Jacob, and Tina all go out to ice skate. However, you start to get jealous when Newt and Tina start to get really close. 

Warnings: Angst angst angst (I love me some angst lmao)

Author: @xfandomqueenblrx (me)

DO NOT copy this on other sites and claim it as your work. 

Reblogs are fine

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Winter snow fell down in front of your window. You watched below as they settled onto the road and sidewalks. It was beautiful.

As of now, you and Newt were staying with the Goldstein sisters and Jacob. The both of you had agreed to stay with them for a small vacation after all of the hard work you put into creating Newt’s book. You didn’t know where yours and Newt’s relationship would go after this. If you were just going to go back to England and stay there, or if you were going to stay with Newt and continue traveling with him. 

It was hard to think about leaving him, but then again, he might not want you around.

He might just take someone else who is equally interested in fantastic beasts like you.

Maybe Tina. 

You loved the Goldstein sisters with all your heart. They took you and Newt in the last time you were in New York, and they even let you stay with them for your small vacation. You were grateful for the amount of hospitality they extended towards you and Newt, but you couldn’t help but be jealous of one of the sisters… Tina.

Newt and Tina had a special connection that nobody could deny. You and Newt were close, but you wouldn’t be so close if it weren’t for the amount of time you spent traveling with him. However, Tina has only known Newt for a couple of months, and she has already gained access to Newt’s case and his emotions. Meanwhile, it took you several months to be able to discover all of Newt’s case and even more time to really figure out his emotions. 

Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. If anything, Tina probably deserves Newt more, and it’s not like he had any feelings for you anyways. 

“Honey, are you ok?” Queenie’s voice suddenly broke through your thoughts.

You turned away from the window you were looking out of to look at Queenie. Her mouth was set into a gentle frown, her face showing signs of worry.

She reached out to you and touched your shoulder. “Now, don’t be thinking those negative thoughts, ok? You deserve love too, hun.” 

Gently, you shrugged off her hand and stood up. You smiled a little bit and hugged her. She was so caring and so gentle. What would you do without her?

“Thanks Queenie. You’re so sweet.” You separated yourself from her and held onto her shoulders. “I’m just a little confused and all, but I’ll be ok.”

She smiled and gave you another hug before walking off to the kitchen. You sat down on the couch and started to think once more.

“We’re all going ice skating today, do you want to come?” Queenie’s voice coming from the kitchen.

“Oh, yeah of course. I don’t have any skates though, so I can just sit and watch.”

Queenie came back into the room with two steaming cups of hot chocolate. “No, no, no, I have an extra pair of skates that I’ve grown out of that you can use. It’ll be fun, I promise!”

You chuckled a little bit at Queenie’s cheerfulness. Suddenly, a loud crash and stomping noises could be heard from behind the guest room’s door. Newt and Tina crashed out of the room, hand in hand and laughing. They looked at you and Queenie on the couch.

“Queenie, you should have seen it! The erumpent got out of her enclosure and was chasing Newt all over the place!” Tina managed to laugh out.

Newt chuckled nervously, looking at you. You weren’t laughing, though. You were looking at Newt’s and Tina’s hands entwined together. You shouldn’t be jealous, it was really nothing. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous looking at them.

“Ah, yes, she just got out when I was trying to feed her. Tina found it quite comical.” Newt looked down at his shoes, trying to think why you looked so sad.

There was a loud silence filling the room. You were thinking of Newt and Tina, while Queenie was listening to the barrage of thoughts swarming through Newt’s head. 

“Sorry if we were loud, um, Y/n… are you coming ice skating with us?” Tina asked.

“Oh, yeah I am. I think it’s gonna be fun.”

Another long period of silence filled the room. Newt let go of Tina’s hand and stood there awkwardly. 

Queenie stood up and smoothed out her dress. “Well, I’m gonna go get ready now. Y/n, why don’t you come with me to try the skates on?”

“Sure.” You followed Queenie out of the room, all the while Newt watching the two of you leave while Tina also started to walk towards her room.

Newt stood there for a little bit, perplexed by why you looked so distressed before. He cared about you and seeing you like that really hurt him.

Deciding not to worry to much about it, he walked back into the guest room to start getting ready for tonight.


You had all just left the Goldstein’s apartment and picked up Jacob from his bakery. The cold wind nipped at your skin as you neared the skating rink.

Jacob and Queenie were walking in front of you, hand in hand and looking as adorable as ever. Meanwhile, Newt and Tina were walking behind you, laughing at each other’s stories and jokes. Leaving you as the fifth wheel.

Whatever, you weren’t going to waste this night moping about because of your feelings. Tonight you were going to live a little and have some fun learning how to ice skate, no matter how hard it may be.

Finally, you arrived at the rink. There were a few other couples skating around along with some kids. You sat down on one of the benches and started to get the skates on. 

“Have you ever skated before?” You jumped a little when you heard Newt’s voice. You hadn’t even heard him sit down next to you.

“Never, but I’m hoping I can get the hang of it.”

“I bet you’ll do fine. You can always hold on to me if you need help.” You looked towards Newt to see a shy smile placed on his face. You smiled back and stood up on your skates, immediately wobbling and almost falling over until you felt Newt’s hands on the small of your back holding you up.

“I didn’t think you’d need help until you actually got onto the ice.” You could literally hear the smugness in his voice.

“Well I’m sorry I’ve never tried these torture devices on before.”

“Oh, so now they’re torture devices? Are you saying your feet already hurt when you haven’t even skated yet?”

You laughed and turned towards Newt on your wobbly feet. “Yes, quite frankly, they-”

“Newt, are you coming or not?” Tina yelled out. She was already on the ice along with Queenie and Jacob.

“O-oh, yes, I’m just finishing lacing up!” Newt looked at you. Once again, there was that sad look placed on your face.

“Are you ok? You seem to be quite distant lately, love.”

You shot your head up at that. You didn’t think he noticed anything, well you definitely hoped he wouldn’t notice anything. It was nice to know that he cared, though.

You smiled softly,”Yea, I’m fine, thank you for asking. Now, could you help me onto the ice?”

Newt smiled back before taking your hand and leading you towards the ice. Once you were there, you just stood there for a second before walking on carefully. Newt showed you how to start skating around and he also showed you how to stop. You had fallen multiple times attempting to stop. It was so much fun being able to just laugh at yourself slipping all over the place, and now you were even starting to get the hang of things.

“Ok, now just follow me. You can do it.” Newt was skating backwards in front of you so he could watch you and see if you were doing well enough on your own. 

You continued skating until Tina came around and skated right beside you.

“Hey Newt, you want to take some laps around? I’m sure Y/n can do well enough on her own.” You frowned a little bit at that.

“Alright.”

And with that, they both skated away, Tina grabbing onto Newt’s hand and whispering something into his ear. Totally leaving you where you were.

You skated around for a little bit, before stopping because your feet hurt. You could hear Queenie laughing at a joke Jacob said. Newt and Tina were still doing laps around the rink, hand in hand. There goes that nagging feeling in your head again. 

Deciding that it was time to get up again, you stood up and skated onto the ice. However, you didn’t realize that someone was already coming up fast from behind you. That person was not able to stop in time before colliding into you, making you both fall over.

You let out a grunt before crashing onto the ice and right onto your elbows. 

“I-I’m so so sorry, I didn’t see you coming onto the ice!”

You looked back to the person who hit you. It was a kid who looked extremely scared. 

You smiled nervously. She didn’t know you were coming onto the ice, it wasn’t her fault.

“It’s ok, I guess I should also watch out for people.” You pushed yourself up and off the ice, all of a sudden feeling a harsh sting coming from your elbow. You grit your teeth and looked down at the ice. There, where you fell were two large droplets of blood. Another drop soon joining them.

You skated off of the ice and sat down at a bench to take a look at your elbows. Both of them had been badly scratched and it hurt when you stretched your arms out. You attempted to put some pressure on them with your hands but hissed and let go when they stung. 

Queenie and Jacob were coming off of the ice to ask you why you sat down when they saw your bloody hands and elbows.

“Oh, sweetie, what on earth happened?” 

“It was nothing, I-I just fell.” Suddenly, a loud laugh was heard from the distance. You looked up and saw Newt and Tina still skating, Tina laughing loudly at something Newt said. They hadn’t even noticed anything wrong or that you had gotten off the ice… they were undisturbed.

Tears started to fill your eyes. You felt unwanted and jealous all at the same time, a dangerous combination of emotions. Quickly, you untied your skates and put on your shoes.

Jacob put a hand on your shoulder, noticing how quickly you were trying to wrap things up. 

“You okay kiddo? We can get some bandages for you and clean you up.”

Now you felt like you were ruining they’re night. You shouldn’t be burdening them like this.

Queenie looked at you sympathetically. She could hear all of your thoughts and she hated how you were putting yourself down so much. “Honey, no, you’re not burdening us. You got hurt and it’s not your fault.”

“N-no, I’m just going to go back to the apartment. I’ll see y-you guys later.” You looked up once more to see that Newt and Tina were still skating around, and they had even begun twirling each other on the ice.

Another wave of tears hit you hard. You grabbed your skates and ran out of the rink as quickly as you could, avoiding Queenie and Jacob’s yells for you to come back. 

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Ok, I actually feel pretty good about this one. I hope you guys like it too :)

Here’s part 2 !!

Blurb Starter #36. “And you’re naked. Okay.”

Friends who couldn’t hold their liquor were the worst. Normally, you would get super frustrated having to take care of an inebriated friend.

This time however, you had to admit that it was rather amusing.

When Bucky Barnes arrived at the Avengers Tower, he had been mysterious and a tad closed off. Everyone sort of gave him his space and waited for him to warm up to what was going on. He did eventually which pleased you.

Now, he was drunk off his ass and it was the funniest thing ever.

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“It won’t hold!” Even says, mild frustration in his voice as he tries to get the yellow flower to hold in Isak’s hair.

“Your ears are too weird.” Even put his tongue in the corner of his mouth, eyes focused on the flower and hands moving away very slowly when he finally got it to stay in place.

“Excuse me,” Isak huffs offended “I have the best ears! My ears are made for flowers.”

Even lowers his hands to his side, shifting his gaze from the flower to Isak’s green eyes and raises his brows.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm.” there is a fond and wide smile spreading over Isak’s face. He grabs for Even’s hand without needing to look down. Interlocking their fingers.

Even’s lips turn to the side with a smile as he tries to keep a straight face, nodding his agreement. Isak belly fills with warmth at the way Even looks at him. He moves half a step closer to Even (more was not possible, with every breath their chests now touched then and again) and tilts his head back to keep looking at Even.

Isak leans in for a quick but soft peck. How the hell do you make even monday mornings great? They keep smiling at each other for a minute, until Isak voices that question out loud.

Even laughs, turns his face away and back again the way he does, dipping a bit in the knees as he does. They are alone at the tram stop so Isak wraps his free arm around Even’s waist, nuzzling his recovered nose with his boyfriend’s. Even lets out a pleased hum.

“Hmm I missed that.”

Isak smiles even wider at that, cheeks almost hurting from it, bc me too. He nods, which bumps their noses together again. 

“Evi?” He asks, swinging their entwined hands gently back and forth. At the inquisitive sound Even lets out he continues: “I love you.”

Being Montgomery’s Sister And Dating Alex Would Include
  • Monty lost his shit when he found out you guys were dating
  • he threatened to throw Alex off a cliff if he ever hurt you
  • getting rides in the morning with him and Justin
  • getting rides with Alex in the afternoon
  • being on the honor board
  • thinking the fight was both of their faults
  • laughing at him when he got a three-day suspension
  • “Well, maybe you shouldn’t have started a fight with my boyfriend.”
  • “He’s the one that fucking started it!”
  • you used to call him Emery when you were younger
  • you still do
  • Alex calling him that one time as a joke
  • Monty threw the game control at his head
  • “Can you please stop injuring my boyfriend?”
  • Justin calling you ‘Ms. Standall’ once
  • Monty having to face the cold hard truth that if this relationship works, Alex is going to be his brother-in-law
  • “Shit.”
  • you guys fight 24/7
  • but you have each other’s backs
  • overprotective brother!Monty
  • Monty thinking it’s Alex’s fault when you’re the slightest bit upset
  • “I’m just upset that my favorite cereal is finished.”
  • dragging Alex to Monty’s baseball games
  • “Why am I here, Y/N?”
  • “So Monty could have two cheerleaders instead of one.”
  • teasing both of them together
  • “The sexual tension is so thick, you could cut it in half.”
  • laughing out loud when they shot you looks of disgust
  • Monty making it clear more than once that Alex isn’t his favorite person
  • “He’s not my favorite person, you know-”
  • “I know that, Emery.”
  • “-But since you like him, I guess I can tolerate him.”

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The girl no one noticed || D.H.

A/N: I got this really (!) cool request not long ago and I just felt like writing it! Thank you to the person who sent it in. I feel like this turned out to be one of the purest imagines I have ever written.

Word Count: 1.8K

POV: 3rd Person (uhh something special)

MASTERLIST // PART TWO

“Mr Howell, can you please pay attention?!”

“I don’t know, can I?” Dan was smirking and cockily looking up at the teacher. She seemed perplex and instead of answering she just handed him a detention slip.

Dan didn’t really care instead he enjoyed that he made the whole class laugh. He felt like he was glowing as Mrs Hammersmith was evilly glaring at every student that couldn’t hold in their laughter.

And then he heard her, the girl that sat in the middle of class right in front of him. He’d been staring at her back all semester but not once had he heard her talk. Okay, maybe she had answered a question that she was asked, but she never said more than that.

But right at this moment he could clearly hear her giggle at his comment and he had never heard anything that beautiful. It was light and so genuine.

Dan had never really noticed her before. She was just there. Nobody ever payed attention to her and that was what she wanted. She didn’t want to be noticed but ever since Dan heard her giggle he couldn’t stop noticing her.

When the bell rang every student quickly sprinted outside. Everybody seemed to hate English Literature taught by Mrs Hammersmith, but Y/N didn’t. She liked the books her teacher gave the class to read and she’d spent nights devouring them. Still she didn’t say much during class even though she knew all the answers. Y/N just didn’t feel like she needed the attention unlike the boys who sat right behind her.

She picked up her school bag and notebook as she followed everyone outside.

“Get out of the way!” She heard somebody shout, seconds later she felt a hard shoulder hit hers.

A blonde guy was chasing his friend through the hallway. He didn’t pay enough attention to his surroundings to see Y/N walking right in front of him. The two of them collided. She was pushed against a stranger’s locker and dropped everything she was carrying. Her notebook hit the floor with a loud thud as the loose pieces of paper she stored in there scattered all over the floor.

Her ‘attacker’ didn’t even say anything he was long gone when Y/N got up again.

“You look like you need help.”

Dan had watched his friend Joe chase Carter, another friend of his, down the hallway. At first, he laughed because he knew that Carter must have done something really stupid, but then he saw Joe run into the quiet girl from class.

Y/N gulped nervously. Before she could tell the brown-haired boy that ‘it’s okay’ he had already started picking up her notes and scribbles.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m Dan by the way.” He showed her his friendliest smile. She smiled back as soon as she saw his dimples. Y/N recognized him as the guy who sat behind her in English Lit.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.”

Dan was surprised that her voice wasn’t all quiet. It just sounded very clear.

She bent down next to him to help him pick up her papers. Dan gathered as many as he could and couldn’t stop himself from taking a quick glance at them before he handed them back.

Her handwriting wasn’t as neat as he had expected it to be. It was rather messy but he could still make out a few words. It didn’t look like anything school related.

Y/N noticed that Dan took a look at her notes. She had just scribbled song lyrics and poems down and she was sure he couldn’t even read what it said.

“Thank you for helping me.”

“You’re welcome. I’m sorry that Joe pushed you over.” Dan nervously laughed a little. He didn’t really want this conversation to end, but he had nothing else to say.

“Don’t worry about it. It wasn’t on purpose.”

“I’ll see you around?” Dan asked her, hoping that they would get the chance to talk to each other again.

“I guess so.” Y/N answered.

They had never talked to each other before. In fact, she didn’t talk much. Dan was one of the loud boys in the back of class, so Y/N was understandably a bit confused by his sudden…interest?

After they had said their byes they walked off in different directions. Dan couldn’t stop himself from turning around again and staring at her back that was moving away from him.

‘Who is she?’ he silently asked himself and he didn’t find an answer.

Yes, she was the quiet and shy girl that sat in front of him in class, but who was she really?

Dan just needed to find out.

He hadn’t stopped thinking about her once after that incident. He even subtly asked his friends about her, but most of them didn’t even knew what girl he was talking about.

The next time he walked into English class he had a weird feeling in his stomach region. He wasn’t feeling sick though, he was excited? nervous even?

She was already waiting for class to start in her assigned seat as always. A part of her face was hidden behind a strand of her hair as she was drawing little butterflies next to some of her notes.

When Dan walked past her seat she glanced up at him for a second, their eyes met and then she quickly looked down again.

Dan took the chair behind her and as soon as the bell rang Mrs Hammersmith started with her lesson. It was not unusual that Dan didn’t listen to whatever she said but normally it was because he’d be joking around with his friends.

That wasn’t the reason this time. This time he was thinking about the colour of Y/N’s eyes and how he had never seen more beautiful ones.

Mrs Hammersmith started handing out new books for everybody to read and most of the class groaned as she did so.

Y/N on the other hand curiously examined the title and cover of the book as soon it was handed to her. After every student was given a copy of the book Mrs Hammersmith raised her voice.

“I want you to do presentations on this novel.” She announced and again the class groaned.

“In pairs” the teacher then added and seemed to cheer up most of her students.

Y/N, however, quickly raised her hand.

Before she was even asked to speak, Mrs Hammersmith answered her question.

“No Miss Y/L/N you can’t do the presentation on your own. You’ll need to find a partner.”

Y/N’s hand slowly sank in defeat.

“I can be her partner.”

Every student in this class seemed to turn around to stare at Dan. Their eyes were nearly grouching out of their socket as they couldn’t believe that he had volunteered to pair up with the girl nobody noticed.

Even Y/N had turned around to face him. He was shooting her a grin and shrugged his shoulders as if he were saying ‘why not?’.

She simply nodded, agreeing to do this project together.

After class had ended Dan quickly followed Y/N outside.

“So… when do you want to meet up?” Dan asked her, scratching the back of his neck.

“Do you think you can finish the book until Friday?” she asked him, eying the novel she was now carrying on top of her notebook. It was pretty thin, she would probably read it in one go tonight.

“Sure.” He positively said although it would probably take him a while since he wasn’t really into reading that much.

“Good. Then we can meet up Friday after school. My place?” She wanted to know.

“Sounds great.” Dan smiled at her, already looking forward to Friday.

As the day of days had finally came Dan was unable to concentrate on anything in class or listen to anything his friends said. The only thought he was able to think was ‘I’m going to see Y/N today’.

Dan had stayed up until way past his usual bed time in order to finish the book. He was busy all week and didn’t have the chance to read it, but he would’ve done anything to finish it.  

After his last lesson on Friday he nearly jumped up from his seat, he didn’t even say goodbye to Joe or Carter, he walked out of the building straight away to wait for Y/N in the parking lot.

To his surprise, she was already waiting for him right next to the entrance. What Dan didn’t know was that she was just as excited as him.

“Hi” she greeted him and Dan’s heart swelled with happiness at the simple word.

“Hey Y/N” he greeted her back and as she started walking he just followed her.

“We need to take the bus.” She explained as they made their way to the bus stop.

Five minutes later Dan sat in a bus that was driving in the opposite direction to where his house was.

They sat next to each other but didn’t talk much. Still, it wasn’t an awkward kind of silence between them. It just felt normal.

After Y/N had told Dan where to get off they walked a few metres until they had reached her house. She got the keys from her bag and unlocked the front door.

“My parents are at work. How do you feel about ordering something for lunch?” Y/N asked the brown-haired boy that kept looking around the house.

“Sounds perfect to me.” Dan exclaimed, only now noticing how hungry he was.

Dan took his shoes and jacket off before grabbing his bag again and waiting for her to tell him what to do.

“My room is upstairs.” She explained before she ran up the stairs on her tip toes. Just that simple act made him grin.

He followed her and as he entered her room his mouth hung open. There were Green Day posters and lyrics plastered all over her walls. There was even a drum kit in the back of her room.

He stared at her with wide eyes as he noticed the stacks of video games next to her TV. He had played and loved most of them, but he saw some that he didn’t even know of.

“There is a sequel to The Last of Us?” he asked her flabbergasted, picking up the game from where it was lying next to her PS4.

“It came out yesterday. I pre-ordered it. It’s so much better than I had expected it to be, and my expectations were high!” She excitedly exclaimed and Dan was taken aback by how passionate she was about it and how vigorous her voice sounded.

His gaze wandered through her room for a while as he took in all the tiny details and decorations.

Then, his eyes landed on Y/N again and he couldn’t help but stare at the girl nobody but him noticed. And boy, they all missed out on something.

“Who are you?” he asked her with a smile, not being able to read her.

Wedding in Hawaii || Part 1

hi. i got inspired these last couple of days bc as we all know harry freaking styles is spending his free time in hawaii at a wedding looking hella good and stuff. i guess the title already gave it away so i don’t need to explain anything further so just enjoy bc i absolutely loved writing this. oh and a part 2 is coming. and maybe more parts. i don’t know about them tho. part 2 is confirmed it is on the way it’s almost done actually. harry is feeding me so good y’all i can’t believe my man i love him so much and my love for him will be clearly shown throughout these little one shots. so if you don’t like too cute and sweet and lovey-dovey shit then i suggest you not reading these. they’ll be full of stuff like that. sorry for any spelling mistakes, once again i haven’t proof read it lmao i probably should start doing that again but o whale. lotta love, xoxo -b

Part 2 • Part 3

I couldn’t have imagined spending my time elsewhere as I was in Hawaii with Harry on my side in his lovely attire looking like the happiest person on this planet.

He was gorgeous. Like so fucking gorgeous.

There were no words that could’ve possibly described how I felt about him as I was watching him in his pale yellow suit and dress pants. Not to mention the blue Hawaiian shirt he wore under his blazer.

He found that funny. Nah, scratch that.

He found it hilarious. Absolutely hilarious.

Harry found it absolutely hilarious that he was wearing a Hawaiian printed shirt while he was in Hawaii.

“What you smiling at?” he asked me as he stepped next to me, his arms sneaking around my waist and pulling me closer to his body.

I sweetly kissed his chin then the corner of his mouth which caused him to grin widely and the pounding of my heart increased dramatically at the sight. He was so so pretty and I could barely breathe as he was right there in front of me.

“I love you,” I muttered as I stared up at him, my voice a tiny bit serious but oh so full of love. “You’re so gorgeous.”

“What’s gotten into you?” he chuckled as he put one of his hands on my cheek, the palm of his hand was warm and it fit perfectly on the side of my face. I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes and forgetting the fact that we were at his mate’s wedding.

“You before,” I blurted out a bit too bluntly which caused him to laugh out as loud as hell and I couldn’t help but chuckle too.

“Alright, my love,” he said as he hugged me and pressed a kiss on the top of my head. “You cannot drink anymore alcohol.”

“Hey, don’t be rude to me! I can drink whatever I wanted. It’s your fault you’re not used to me being blunt.”

“Trust me, I am,” he sighed with a smile on his lovely face. I couldn’t help myself when I just grabbed both sides of his face and pressed my lips against his.

His mouth was massaging mine as he was giving me one of his sweet kisses, his grin spreading across his face causing us to pull away from each other. His eyes were shining and his cheeks were pink, his hair fluffy because of the humidity and he was just having so much fun it got me to never end up being bored.

“You didn’t say I love you back to me,” I pouted and he leaned down and pecked my lips.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” he said it three times and between each confession he kissed me. “Hey, baby?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

I laughed before hugging him tightly around his waist.

“I love you.”

**

It was bright and early when I woke up to the sound of someone puking in the bathroom and that someone ended up being Harry when I didn’t find him next to me in bed. We only came back from wedding at four am so when I checked what time it was and ended up finding out it was just twenty past five in the morning I was not impressed.

Sighing, I got out of bed, throwing my hair in a bun before entering the bathroom. Harry was on the floor leaning against the bathtub which I used right when we arrived. It was lovely in case you wanted to know.

“How are you feeling?” I asked him as I made my way towards the sink, took his toothbrush out of the cup and filled it up with cold water. I also gave him a towel that was on the side then I flushed the toilet after closing the top of it.

“Like hell,” he answered lowly. He chucked the towel to the side then put his elbows on his knees that were propped up and laid his forehead on his arms. “What’s the time?”

“Around half past five,” I sighed. “Do you wanna come back to bed?” I yawned, putting my hand in front of my mouth naturally.

“Yeah give me like a decade to be able to stand up,” he told me sassily and I just rolled my eyes.

“Come on, sass pants, give me your hands,” I said as I put my hands out. “Don’t let yourself be like that, it’s only gonna make this worse.”

“Why did I even drink? Why did you let me drink?”

“Hey, don’t blame me! I let you have fun because you’ve been working your butt off.”

“True. It’s not your fault. Well, not entirely.”

“Go to hell, Harry Styles,” I laughed as I gave a little slap to his ass when he stood up. “Now come and brush your teeth.”

“Really?” he looked at me like he saw a ghost as I put some toothpaste on his toothbrush. “Why do I have to brush it?”

“You literally just been throwing up,” I told him with a little chuckle added at the end, my voice thickly laced with sleep. “Come on, please, don’t be a hassle,” I sighed. “I’ll brush your teeth for you, c’mere.”

And he did.

He actually let me brush his teeth.

I couldn’t believe how lazy he was. But then again I didn’t expect him not to take up on that chance. He always did when I offered to do something instead of him.

He was a lazy piece of ass and I found it funny how no one really knew that about him. Harry never showed that, only to the people he was really comfortable around and with and I felt really good that I could consider myself to be one of those people.

“Thank you, love you,” he murmured as he hugged me with one hand and kissed my temple.

I just nodded as I rinsed out his toothbrush then put it back in its place. Harry took my hand once I dried it and we went back to bed, both of us getting under the duvet since all the windows were open and the weather was a bit windy outside.

Moments later Harry curled up against me, his legs sneaking between mine as he hid his face in the crook of my neck. His right hand was slowly making its way on to my waist then it slid down on to my bum and he rested it there.

“D’you wanna come work out with me tomorrow?” he asked me after minutes had pass, his voice low and croaky.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I ran my fingers through his short hair, remembering back to that loose strand of hair that rested on his forehead all day and night. It was so blooming sexy I found it so much more attractive than I probably should have.

“Work out with you? Tomorrow?” I asked back with a light chuckle. His hand squeezed my bum a bit which I’m not gonna lie was a good feeling.

I loved his hands all over me I didn’t mind one bit when he did that as long as we were in private. I’d rather him not do stuff like that when we’re out and about with all the paparazzi and fans around.

God knows what would happen to me as soon as people would find out about it.

“Mhm, I saw the gym when we arrived. Wanna try it before we gotta leave.”

“Okay, we’ll see, bub,” I told him as I continued to play with his curls that were making a comeback and ensuring my happiness.

“Do you wanna get married in Hawaii?” he asked me which caught me off guard.

“I mean if I’ll be marrying you, I won’t mind where we’ll get married.”

“Good answer,” he laughed. “I think m’gonna sleep now.”

“You should and so should I,” I said yawning.

“Mmmm, yeah,” he agreed. “Sleep tight, pretty girl.”

“You too, gorgeous,” I kissed his head before scooting closer to him in hopes of not having to get up again for another round to the bathroom.

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Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested smut

Imagine: Klaus is overwhelmed with everything that is happening on his life, so he leaves you all alone to work some stuff out. Then, when he comes back, he finds you playing with yourself and decides to punish you in the best way he knows.

Word Count: 2144

A/N: may be the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written, so I hope you enjoy it. :)

“Klaus, wait!” You said as he stood up, leaving the bed. “Don’t go just now.”

The Mikaelson had been absent for the past few weeks and you could not blame him for that. With all his family problems, such as Mikael and Esther coming back to life, alongside his brothers Kol and Finn, and adjusting to his newborn baby daughter Hope, eh, you felt like you had no right to push him over the edge. Ask more than what Niklaus was giving you. Loneliness was a bitch, though.

“I have to, love.” The hybrid simply replied, a grin on his face. “You know I need to take care of a few things.”

You nodded, lowering your eyesight and sighing.

“Yeah, I know.”

“I promise it will not take long.”

“That’s okay, Nik, I get it.” You bit your lip.

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Fragility {Part 3/3}

Originally posted by sugutie

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, ???? x Reader

Genre: Photographer Yoongi AU, angst

Warnings: Minor character death

“I used to think I could never lose someone if I photographed them enough. In fact, my photographs show me how much I’ve lost.” - Nan Goldin

(Author’s Note- This is unedited so forgive any mistakes I may have made. Thank you :)

Part 1  | Part 2


You woke up in an unfamiliar bed, the bed sheets far too pristine and the frame far too grand for it to be your own.  The rising sun poured in from the large window and invaded your eyes, immediately causing you to blink rapidly until your pupils finally adjusted to the overwhelming brightness. In your sleepy haze you propped yourself up with the large pillow stared dreamily at the blue sky outside.

Even the sky in New York seemed alien and different to the one you were so used to seeing back home. Perhaps it was the hue of blue that was slightly more saturated or the clouds that appeared to be just a little whisper, whatever it was, you weren’t sure if you liked it.  No one liked change you supposed, even if it was only temporary. You couldn’t deny that you were starting to feel homesick. You hated feeling like an outsider and you longed for the familiar winding streets of your home city, the ones you could navigate with ease. Here you felt like a lost lamb, every step and every turn only brought you more confusion.

You looked over to the other side on the bed but saw that it was unoccupied, the side he’d slept on had even been made back up, the white linen sheets perfect and creaseless.

With a short sigh you dropped your head back down onto the mattress and longed for the feeling of his arms woven around your body. Yet when you’d given up all hope of your longing being fulfilled you heard the sound of the bathroom door swinging open and light footsteps making their way across the large hotel room. You smiled without even looking up.

“I was starting to think you’d never wake up, you’ve been sound asleep since about eleven last night,” the voice was calm, every syllable it spoke soothed you and you let out another sigh, this time one of contentment.

“Travelling is tiring,” you said softly, voice still laced with a drowsy quality as the final effects of sleep hadn’t worn off yet.

You heard him kneel down so that he was at eye level with the bed, his hand crept across the mattress until it found it’s way to your own hand. Finally, you turned to your side to face him.

Jimin was made of soft black hair and warm brown eyes, the kind of eyes that sparkled with a certain youthfulness, there was no bitterness in them, only love and gentleness. His smile was like the sun on a hot summer’s day, and yet you often felt you weren’t worthy of that pleasant warmth. Though you tried not to let those sorts of thoughts bother you anymore, they still nagged at you, demanding to be paid attention to.

He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, the outfit was simple and modest yet he still managed to take your breath away, you couldn’t stop your eyes from scanning over every inch of his body.

“Do you have any plans for today?” he asked quietly, you. You paused to consider your answer for a few moments. You had bought a few travel guides in an attempt to be organised but typically, you’d left them at home.

“I think I’ll just wander around and see where I end up,” you concluded out loud. He bit his lip a little anxiously but eventually nodded.

“Just be careful okay? With your sense of direction, God knows where you could end up,” he teased, you laughed gently and shuffled so that you were closer to him, the duvet wrapping itself even more tightly around your body.

“Do you have to go?” you dared to ask after a few moments, breaking the period of blissful silence.

He squeezed your hand gently and smiled sorrowfully, “You know I have to, if I had it my way I wouldn’t have to work and I’d spend all my time with you but- it just didn’t work out like that. I’m sorry.”

A beam of sunlight illuminated his skin, it’s radiance now so dazzling you swore he was almost iridescent, he sparkled with the brilliance of every colour under the sun. Perhaps that was what often made you so anxious, he didn’t feel like reality sometimes. One day you might just blink and he will have vanished, you feared that soon he would see you for who you really are, he might see through the cracks of your happy facade. He’d leave if he had any sense. And just like that, he’d be gone. Just like that, the dream would be shattered.

“It’s not your fault,” you reassured him, he leaned down and pressed a light, airy kiss against the skin of your cheek, one that made you blush in a ridiculously childish way. You weren’t used to the way he treated you, there was no way to describe it other than he was just so nice to you. It scared you when people were nice to you, because one day you knew they’d stop. They always did.

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Rescue Me [2]

Part Two of Three

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2640 

Warnings: NSFW 18+ GRAPHIC Smut, Unprotected sex (wrap the willies, sillies!), Oral (female receiving), thigh riding, swearing, dirty talk.

A/N: You guys, I’m such an idiot! I put this in my drafts and forgot to post it!

Part One


This day was never going to end.

You were leaned back in your chair in the conference room, peaking through your fingers at all of the novels you had written through the years lined up on the table.

Natasha had recognized your name and raced to her room to get her collection. “I have read each one at least 5 times over,” she had said at the time. You were flattered, really. It just always made you uncomfortable talking about your work.

Like you were doing now. Tony had asked you about the plot line of each book. And he wanted details.

Steve pointed at your most recent novel, just released 2 months ago. “This one sounds familiar.”

You nodded before sitting up straighter in your chair, “It is based on the jewelry heist that went wrong last year,” you said, pulling the book toward you and flipping through the pages. “You know the one… Julian Marcus and his goons almost made it out of the jewelry store before a security guard that they hadn’t noticed popped up out of nowhere. He had hit the silent alarm and slashed the tires on their getaway car. Julian shot him, point blank. He is currently sitting on death row for his multiple charges.”

You looked up when you were met with silence. Everyone eye in the room was on you. “What?” you asked, feeling uneasy.

Tony shook his head in disbelief, “How do you know all of that?”

You felt your face heat. You had rambled and revealed too much information. Nervous habit. “I um… uh, got granted visitation to meet with Julian for an interview after his court date.” You pushed the book back to the middle of the table. “He told me everything. Even where he hid the jewels before the police had captured him.”

Silence. Again.

Nat was the first to speak, “Wow.” She shrugged when everyone turned to look at her, “What? I’m impressed.”

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Lightbulbs Are Useless

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Shy!Reader

Warnings: Nothin really just fluff Bucky’s so nice and patient

Summary: Bucky’s fallen for Tony’s shy assistant who is actually more than she seems.

Word Count: 930

A/N: I actually suck at writing shy!reader because I’m not shy and none of my friends are omgbut I still hope this is remotely good hahaha

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers

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anonymous asked:

Hi I'm new to bts and I just found your blog (love it btw!) I want to get to know the boys more if you could describe each of them in a few traits what would they be?

Thanks for loving BTS and our blog, we’re all glad you’ve joined us ^^

Ahh, okay, hard question! I could describe them each as so many different things, and because we may perceive them differently, people might not agree with my opinions~ And there are things I could describe all members of BTS as. This includes (but is not limited to): hardworking, appreciative, hilarious, down to earth, sweet, genuine, etc.. But okay, the members. I’m going to try to use only three adjectives per member so it doesn’t get too long, haha:

Namjoon: Namjoon is so.. Ahh. I really fell for his personality. If I could describe him in a few traits, it would be introspective, open, and noodle. Yes, noodle. Though I haven’t been part of this fandom for very long, it’s not hard to see how much Namjoon has grown over time. He has learned a lot about the world and himself. Like any of us, he has struggled and made mistakes, but he always tries to understand and better himself as a result. He also constantly shares his thoughts with us all, which really makes me feel like he’s just one of us, taking life day by day. And he really never lets any of us feel left out, always being inclusive in speeches, learning languages, etc~ He really has a lot on his shoulders as the leader of BTS, but I think he’s doing an incredible job. I also described him as noodle because he’s really just so silly when he lets loose. Who remembers that VLive when he danced on his bed? ^^

Seokjin: I’m so happy and thankful the boys (and the rest of us) have someone like Jin to look up to, because he is truly amazing. To describe him, I’d say he’s reliable, generous and lighthearted. He’s always looking out for the members and keeping everyone’s spirits up, which isn’t an easy task. I’m positive he does a lot of things we don’t see as well. On the other hand, he also constantly gives to us~ for example, remember the list of things he did for his birthday? Just to share his time with us. My heart exploded. However at the same time, Jin is level headed and still manages to do the things he originally set his sights on doing, such as attend university and graduate! Being part of BTS was not at all in his plan, but look at him now! It says so much about his character~ Even though Namjoon is the leader of the group, Jin works really hard as the “oldest hyung,” who inspires the rest of us to not only dream big but also let life take you along for the ride. He truly leaves me in awe.

Yoongi: Ah, where do I start!? I would describe Yoongi as passionate, complex, and a grandpa. He really puts his all into his music and as we saw in Agust D, he opened up a whole new side of himself to the world. He didn’t get to where he is easily, but he was patient and hardworking and now he’s even producing songs for other artists. He’s someone to look up to because he really needed to persevere to make his dreams a reality. And somehow he manages to go from pouty and tired to smiley and energized in seconds. He still surprises me, haha. There are many parts to him that I only wish I could get to know. He may not be as loud or constantly posting like other members, but he does cute things and posts selfies when he knows we miss him. Yoongi is honestly just so interesting to me and I may not be describing his character very well but just know that I love and appreciate him so much~

Hoseok: Ohhhh boy. Where does one even begin? Hoseok is inspiring, adaptable and warm (like the sun). For someone whose specialty was dancing, he’s become quite the amazing entertainer, who can now rap and participate in the music making as well. I seriously admire him so much, as everyone should. He had a dream and worked his butt off to acquire other talents to make that dream come true. Now he’s on stage, performing MAMA and making me cry in the crowd! This is kind of why he is (in my opinion) adaptable. He can take part in many different things and show the best of himself no matter what. Also, though he apparently has a more serious character than what we see, he has done really well with his bubbly and angelic “J-Hope” stage presence. Honestly, I think he’d be a really amazing friend that I wish I could have irl. I also said he’s warm, but I don’t think that needs any explanation. He’s so lovely and he truly radiates light~

Jimin: Jimin, our sweet boy! I would describe him as compassionate/affectionate (I think they go together when describing him), thoughtful, and smol (hehe). Does compassionate/affectionate even need explanation? Jimin is the most outwardly loving towards his members, whether it be on stage/in person (what stands out to me is when he hopped over to Tae after he spoke about his grandmother at Muster) or his posts every time someone appears on a show/releases something (Jin on LOTJ, Yoongi releasing Agust D). He’s so supportive and always makes the members feel appreciated. It’s like he does the things we wish we could do for the members. I have no doubt that he’s this way in their home, talking to the members who are going through a hard time and helping them get through it. He’s also just so thoughtful when it comes to us. We see a lot of their perspective thanks to him, as he always shares videos of himself or other members. He keeps us close, and for that I’m so thankful. Jimin has a pure heart and though he himself has struggled he has always stayed true to who he is. I also described him as smol, because he’s so good at being cute. When he smiles his eyes light up and somehow manages to radiate love~

Taehyung: Aw, my heart. Open-hearted, multi-faceted and youthful. Similar to Yoongi, Tae is also one who seems to have many sides to him, some that I’m just so curious about. He has a really open mind, and with that, open heart, and I think that’s why he has so many friends. I think he must be really good at finding a way to connect to people, and that leaves me in awe of him.Tae also has many interests and sometimes a deep way of thinking. I wish I could get to know him on a personal level just to hear his thoughts on art, the world, everything. I think there’s more to him than meets the eye. He’s also very youthful, as I’m sure we all can see in Bangtan Bombs and Bon Voyage. Remember when he got lost and was sooo okay with it? And when he spent forever flipping the water bottle? I know I don’t know him personally, but I think Tae really tries to make the most of life, living it to the fullest day by day, like kids do. I love that about him.

Jungkook: Aw man, what do I even say.. He’s amazing, to say the least. I’d describe him as courageous, relatable, and charismatic. He started this idol-life when he was really young, and that must be a lot to deal with and grow up into. He didn’t get to do a lot of the normal things that I’m sure we all did in middle/high school, but he’s really made the most of it and now is thriving and has even made friends outside of Bangtan. He’s also trying so hard to expand his skill set, trying to practice writing and producing even though it’s hard for him. For that, he’s courageous. Somehow, though, he still is just like the rest of us. He’s seemingly introverted, is a bit shy, and can be a total fanboy (GD, IU!?). There’s something so relatable. All in all, he’s really grown into who he is today. His loud laugh, competitiveness and his silly facial expressions are all parts of him I love.

WOW I said I wasn’t going to make it long asdfghjkl; !!! Why am I like this.. Apologies. When I start talking about them, I can’t stop. Anyways, here are some of my thoughts on each of the members. This took me two days to write~ I don’t even know if this is the answer you expected but thanks for asking, since it was fun talking about them. ^^
- Kristi

Just a little Andreil Drabble ! X

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Neil’s head lolled against Andrew’s knee, bone knocking bone hard enough he felt his eyeballs rattle in their sockets. For somebody who had considered himself an excellent liar, it had become increasingly difficult to make up excuses to avoid Dan’s mandatory team-bonding movie nights. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy spending time with the team; over the past year he had grown closer and more intertwined with their lives to the point he ached when separated from them for too long. It wasn’t a hummingbird beat of anxiety, or the burn of grief, more of an acute tightness in his stomach. They were his family and he would do anything for any one of them… with the occasional exception of Aaron. But movie nights were when he truly regretted that closeness. For a high-strung runner and a paranoid renegade with a short attention span, sitting for hours watching films was not Neil’s idea of a good time. His legs itched with restless energy, his butt was numb from sitting for so long, and he was becoming increasingly irritable at the foxes stolen glances.

One of Andrew’s hands absently ran through Neil’s hair, tugging out stubborn knots and twirling lazy auburn curls which had recently began to develop sun streaks - much to the other foxes delight. The first time Allison noticed the lighter strands she had squealed so loud Neil had thought his stomach was going to drop right out of his ass. It was just another thing the foxes were adding to a bemusing list of his traits. The sun had also brought out a scattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose, interrupted only by scar tissue. The foxes had been slightly obsessed, to the point where Neil had to snap at them when Nicky tried to trace the dots. He had found more than one of the team with a stray piece of paper covered in his doodles, but chose not to confront them. He would never admit it out loud, but it felt..nice to have so many people intent on learning little bits of Neil, and keeping the stray castaway moments. He was beginning to feel like a real person; he felt known.

“Refreshments?” Matt queried as the end credits rolled onto the TV screen.

“I think we’ll need to go to the store,” Dan answered, standing stiffly and stretching her arms above her head, laughing and jerking away as Matt slid cold hands up the back of her shirt.

“I’ll come with, you guys never get the right popcorn.” Allison said, pulling Renee up with her and grabbing her purse from the table beside the door.

“What film do you guys want on next?” Nicky asked, throwing pretzels at a dozing Kevin. “We have some back in our dorm.” he offered.

Neil let his cheek rest against the inside of Andrew’s knee, one hand curled around Andrew’s ankle, thumb smoothing circles on the inside cuff of his sweatpants. The entire exchange went in one ear and out the other, eyes drooping at the soothing feeling of Andrew’s hand on his scalp. It was worth a numb bum from sitting on the floor between Andrew’s legs, and the only thing stopping him from drifting into sleep was the sudden slam of the dorm door as everybody emptied out leaving just Andrew, Neil and a sleeping Kevin Day.

“If you fall asleep before they get back I’ll skin you.” Andrew threatened, tugging sharply on Neil’s hair.

“M’sleepy,” Neil mumbled back, turning to curl against one of Andrew’s legs.

“I let you drag me here, I’m not watching this shit while you get out of it.”

“I’ll make it up to you.” Neil smirked, nuzzling his face into the crook of Andrew’s knee. A moment later he was face down on the carpet, a dull throb between his shoulderblades from where Andrew had kneed him away.

“You’re such a child,” Neil grunted, rolling onto his back and bracing himself on his elbows to meet Andrew’s bored gaze. The other man stretched his arms out on the back of the couch, an almost imperceptible twitch of his eyebrow the only evidence of his thoughts on that statement. “Would you rather be playing Exy? Because I could wake Kevin up and we can do down to the court.” Neil said, suddenly a bit more awake.

“I’d rather snort golf balls.” Andrew retorted after a moment’s silence.

“Nice visual threat,” Neil smirked, pushing himself up onto his knees. “I could make it worth your time.” he coaxed, resting his hands on the edge of the couch either side Andrew’s knees and leaning forward with a challenge in his eyes.

Andrew’s fingers itched for a cigarette, his eyes were tired and his contacts were becoming uncomfortable, his muscles were tight and he needed to walk out a bad case of pins and needles… but seeing Neil between his knees with heat in those damn blue eyes pushed all those concerns to the back of his mind. He still wasn’t sure how this runaway with a duffel bag of secrets and a body mapped with hard ridges of scars had gotten under his skin. He was the sharp blade of a knife, lethal enough to slice through armour and slip almost unnoticed under flesh. Some days Neil was an open wound; left untreated it could be fatal. Other times he was the needle and thread sewing Andrew back together. He was a skydive without a parachute, the more time he was around the higher the plane was going and the more deadly the fall was becoming.

“I’ll get you a family pack of Oreos, ten Reese’s and a tub of Double Chocolate Fudge… and marshmallows?” Neil offered, and Andrew regretted not leaping when they were only a few feet off the ground.

“Two tubs, and I want Lucky Charms as well.” Andrew agreed, pushing Neil’s face away as that stupid shit-eating grin split his face.

Neil caught Andrew’s hand as he went to bat at him again, linking their fingers together and leaning forward between his thighs. “Kevin will kill me if he finds out.” he murmured.

“He can try, but you’re noticeably difficult to murder.”

“Maybe I’m a cat - nine lives and all that?”

“You used up all nine about five lives ago.” Andrew said, watching as Neil turned their hands over and brushed his lips along Andrew’s healing knuckles.

“Come up here,” he said, tugging Neil up from the ground and nodding at Neil’s unspoken question. Neil clambered up into Andrew’s lap, knees on either side of the other man’s hips and hands resting on the back of the couch.

“Where can I-?”

“Head and shoulders,” Andrew cut in.

“Knees and toes?”

“Get out,”

“Couldn’t resist,” Neil admitted with a self-deprecating smirk, hands moving to cup Andrew’s jaw as their lips met. The kiss was slow and languid, wet and increasing in deepness as Neil’s thumbs slid along the arch of Andrew’s cheekbones and he fought against the urge to grind in Andrew’s lap. It was only when Andrew’s hands moved to cup the back of his thighs that he allowed his hips a startled snap.

“‘Drew, yes or no?” Neil panted, pulling back to press sloppy kisses along the underside of Andrew’s jaw, one hand bunching the soft fabric stretched taut across Andrew’s shoulders, the other tracing the strong line of Andrew’s jaw.

“Yes,” Andrew answered, hands gripping Neil’s thighs tight enough to leave bruises as he pulled the other man closer.

“No! No, no, no!” Kevin’s voice exclaimed, startling the two men. Neil was unceremoniously dumped on the floor, disorientated and panting, grasping for leverage. “For fuck’s sake!” Kevin stood, stumbling a bit under the influence of a half bottle of vodka. “You couldn’t have done that somewhere else?!”

“Kevin,” Andrew warned, watching as the larger man gestured wildly.

“Did you just forget I was in the fucking room?”

“You looked dead, we thought we’d celebrate your life rather than mourn.” Neil said as he finally managed to regain his balance and climb to his feet. In all the time he had spent with Kevin, sharing a dorm and long bus rides, it was possible he had never seen the other man wake up and become so alert in such a little amount of time. He would be trying to get video footage as evidence if the current exchange wasn’t happening.

“By fucking next me?!”

“If you think that was fucking, I feel bad for Thea.” Andrew said, watching as Kevin made an unintelligible noise and stormed from the room, shaking his head and muttering, too focused on putting one foot in front of the other to notice the dorm door swinging open. He hit it with a satisfying thud, followed by a dictionary of swears and Nicky’s surprised shouting.

Neil grinned as he heard Andrew exhale through his nose in what could have very easily been a laugh.

“Shut up,”

“Make me.” Neil countered, a noise slipping from him that he didn’t think he had ever made before as Andrew made a grab for him. It was possible there was going to have to be another tub of ice cream added to that list.

anonymous asked:

There's this drarry fic I read but haven't been able to find again. Harry and Draco have a potions mishap in hogwarts and they have sex. Fast forward to adulthood and harry is bitten by a werewolf/something and is very protective over his 'pack' (people he considers family/pack also people he's slept with). That's all I remember. Can you help me find it?

YES. THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVES!

The Light More Beautiful by firethesound (81k)
Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter’s help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn’t been enough to dim Draco’s obsession with him.

Now, for anyone who hasn’t read this, I wouldn’t peg this as a werewolf fic so even if you usually aren’t into that, chances are you’ll like this anyway. This fic is written by one of my absolute favorite writers and it is in my top 10. I’ve read it many times and I will rec it until everyone on earth has read it.

Why you should read it:

• Auror!Harry
• Harry has a motorcycle
• there’s sooooo much pining it is beautiful and amazing I can’t
• Draco has an owl who hates delivering mail
• it’s also all in Draco’s POV which is awesome
• clever!Draco too!
• The Noble and Most Ancient Game of Drinks
• side-pairing Pansy/Luna which is perfect
• “Pots and Pans”
• the entire fic is HILARIOUS, in the laugh-out-loud kind of way
• it is also packed with cool world-building details such as how the Floo Network works and how it’s handled by the Ministry (AGNES!!)
• Harry is an adorkable idiot that I love oh so much
• really he is super precious™
• he’s also POWERFUL yes
• Harry has an on-going battle with the NAME (Name And Moniker Establishment) at the Ministry, he has such a gift for “offensive” acronyms that they dare not speak his name
• also quite a bit of case!fic in there

Imagine Chris trying not to break his promise.

A/N: This was meant to be a one shot, but um- I have a feeling I have another mini series on my hands. Oh God, forgive the bad timing. 😂 It probably won’t be a full-blown mini series, just a few parts. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I’ll see the comments then I’ll decide.

Chris stood outside your apartment block, leaning against his car as he waited for you to show. It was the same drill every morning, ever since your script was bought by Paramount and he was hired to be the director. You didn’t drive and Chris was- well, he was a good guy with a heart of gold; he was always more than happy to go out of his way to drive Sebastian Stan’s baby sister. It was more because of his fond feelings towards you than a favor to his best friend that he was making these detours. And speaking of Sebastian, Chris couldn’t help but think back to what your brother had instructed him to do about his feelings for you.

“Shove it somewhere no one will find, not even you.” Sebastian had told him. “Her career is just blossoming, Chris. It’s bad enough people think Paramount bought her script because of me, if they find out the two of you are…” Sebastian didn’t have to finish his sentence because Chris knew exactly what people would say if they found out you were dating him; the director hired to make your first script into a movie. “I know you care about her, so don’t do this to her.”

Chris sighed because he knew Sebastian was right, he couldn’t let his being with you overshadow your first big break. So he made a promise, a promise that kept him from making a move until the filming and the press tours were done. He’d been just friends with you for so long, what was another six months? It wasn’t like he hadn’t told you how he felt and you could’ve been taken from him at any second; you knew exactly how he felt and you’d told him you felt the same way. You just shared your brother’s concerns and asked politely if the two of you could remain friends until the movie was done and all the dust had settled.

Chris spotted you as soon as you walked out of your apartment building. He chuckled because he could tell from the way your earphones were in, you had forgotten the drill again. You didn’t forget, you just expected him not to drive an hour out of his way to come get you because you’d told him time and time again you were fine taking the bus or a cab. But time and time again, he’d show up at your door ready to pick you up for work.

You were listening to Taylor Swift’s ‘I Know Places’, trying hard not to wince at the irony of your situation. Her song was the perfect depiction of your current relationship with Chris, though it had not yet blossomed as you didn’t know places you could hide away with him. You wished you did, but you knew it wouldn’t have been that simple even if you did; it was never simple when you were constantly under the limelight. The limelight that was worst now that you were starting to make a name for yourself, and not just known as Sebastian Stan’s baby sister. You liked Chris, but you didn’t want to throw your career away before it even started. You couldn’t, especially when being a screen writer was everything you’d ever wanted since you were a little kid. You could still remember how you would write little skits and Sebastian would act it out; your brother was always so supportive of you, you couldn’t disappoint him now.

“Good morning,” Chris stepped in front of you as you started to walk past him. You jumped back, yelping, then huffed when you realized it was just Chris. “Sorry,” he chuckled, gently pulling your earphones from your ears. “I forget that you always have your music up really loud.” He passed you the cables and you chuckled, unplugging it from your phone and stuffing it into your bag. “I see you forgot you have a personal chauffeur.”

“I see you went in the wrong direction again,” you quipped and he laughed. “You know you don’t have to do this every morning, I’m perfectly fine taking public transport.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I am an hour out of the way, Chris. I’m dragging you out of bed way too early, you-”

“You need to realize that I’d drive two hours out of my way for you,” he cut you off with a smile and you found yourself smiling along with him. “Now,” he slapped his hands together, rubbing them with delight. “Have you had breakfast? 'Cause I haven’t and Frank’s Bistro is,” he threw his thumb over his shoulder, “calling.”

“Do we have time?” You asked and he nodded without even glancing at his watch. “Chris,” you laughed, grabbing his wrist to look at the time. It was 7:30AM, and neither of you had to be at the studio until 10AM. As the drive was- from your place- one hour and forty minutes, the two of you had time for breakfast. “Okay,” you released his wrist and he smiled, moving beside you as the two of you walked down to Frank’s. “Breakfast is on me.”

“I prefer breakfast on a plate,” he leaned in and teased with a whisper in your ear, “but I’m more than happy to have you after.” You blushed, but laughed as you shoved him playfully. “Aren’t you glad Seb isn’t here to keep me in check?”

“No,” you tried not to smile as you bit, making Chris laugh so hard he grabbed his left pec. “It’d be much better if he were here,” you said out loud, then thought to yourself when you felt your heart flutter at the sight of Chris, “'cause you’re not the only one that he needs to keep in check.”


• • • • • • • •


After Frank’s famous Belgian waffles, you and Chris sipped on chai teas and chatted. You still had time before you had to start the drive, and with Chris’ driving- you could afford a few extra minutes. It was always nice to spend time with Chris. You’d been a fan of him since his Johnny Storm days so one could only imagine your excitement when you heard your big brother was going to be working with him on Captain America.

The first time you met Chris was on the set, after weeks of bugging Sebastian- he finally agreed to take you. He was very hesitant about bringing you along knowing how badly you crushed on his co-star. Sebastian had always been a very protective older brother because of the ten year age gap, if he could- he would’ve kept you from all the bad in the world. Of course this didn’t mean he thought Chris was bad, he just wasn’t mentally ready to see you with a guy; a guy he saw you having forever with. He knew you’d bug him to bring you onto the set eventually, so he spent the weeks leading up to that moment to scout Chris out. It was the first time he’d worked with Chris Evans and he needed to know if he was good enough for his baby sister; it didn’t take long, just like it didn’t take long for you and Chris to become close.

Seven years of friendship might make one question why you and Chris didn’t date before you made your big break. You could blame Sebastian’s overprotectiveness, but that wasn’t the main reason. Yeah, he didn’t want you to date Chris until you turned twenty-three at most. But even after you did, you didn’t feel ready to be in a relationship with someone as futuristic and intense as Chris. It wasn’t a bad thing to be because you were the same, you just knew if you’d gotten together with him at the wrong time- you’d lose an amazing guy who you could easily marry and have kids with. You wanted the timing to be perfect, and just as it came close- your script sold and Chris became your director, killing all chances of dating him for a while.  

“I know we’ve been friends for a while now,” Chris began and you tuned back into the conversation. “But I still feel like you haven’t told me everything there is to know about yourself. So what are you hiding from me, Miss Stan?”

“Please,” you laughed. “We’ve been friends for seven years, you know everything there is to know about me. Even some incredibly personal and blackmail worthy details,” you reminded him and he suppressed laughter at all the deep, dark secrets he’d found out about you over the years. “I’m an open book, Mr. Evans.”

“As open as you are, I’m sure there’s a hidden chapter somewhere.”

“Nope, not this girl,” you shook your head. “What you see is what you get.”

“Well, if you ever think of anything,” he smiled, “You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” you reached over the table and patted his hand, “you’re a really good friend.”

“Friend,” he repeated, grimacing. You rolled your eyes with a bit back smile because you knew he was just being overdramatic; he knew very well where he stood when it came to you and your feelings. “Wow, that- that is really hurtful, Y/N. I mean- I’ve professed my love for you and you hit me with a 'you’re a really good friend’. That is stone cold,” he pressed his hand to his heart, “you’re breaking my fragile heart.”

“Like you believe you’re in the friend zone.”

“I’m not your boyfriend, so…” He trailed off, pressing his lips together to hide his smile. You rolled your eyes and he laughed, reaching over the table to take your hand in his. “Maybe Seb really needs to be around when we hang out. What do you think about changing our male lead?” He joked and you laughed, but your eyes remained on Chris’ hand playing with yours. “What’s going on in that pretty little brain of yours?” He asked, squeezing your hand to catch your gaze.

“Pretty little brain of mine?” You scoffed, pulling your hand away. He chuckled as you said, “that seems slightly offensive, Mr. Feminist.” You knew he didn’t mean offense, he’d never do anything to offend you ever. “Let’s see, what goes on in this pretty little brain of mine.” You smirked at him as you repeated his phrase and he winced with a smile. “Well, story ideas- but that’s obvious.” He nodded. “Fluffy puppies like Dodger.” He smiled. “Gummi Bears.” He chuckled. “And one very handsome man.”

“One very handsome man by the name of Chris?” He smirked.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, “how’d you know I was thinking about Chris Pratt?

"Oh wow,” he tried not to laugh as he feigned offense. “That is- wow, Y/N. Low blow.”

“No,” you reached for his hand and smiled sweetly. “There’s only one Chris I think about.” He smiled as you entwined your fingers with his. “It’s not Pratt, or Pine, or Hemsworth.” His smile widened and you tried not to laugh as you wiped that smile off his face with, “it’s Chris Wood.”

“Very funny,” he rolled his eyes and you giggled, drawing your hand back. There was a short moment of silence that brought the two of you to the reality of your situation, saddening you and Chris. “This is a lot harder than I thought it’d be,” he admitted, licking his dry lips.

“Me too,” you sighed.

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Part 2

Flutter - Ch. 7

Oh Sehun/Reader
Genre: Fluff/Romance/Smut (eventually)
Word Count: 3,354


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