i need a vodka after making these

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Request from anon: A bossy Draco smut where the reader and him kind of hated each other at first, so when they “do it” it’s a very dominant Draco please?

Thanks for requesting, I’ve only done ’smut’ once before so sorry if this is really awkward and a bit bad 😂 plus, I really hope this uploads on tuesday.

Originally posted by nellaey

You’d somehow ended up at yet another Slytherin party. Your friend had convinced your sorry arse to get dressed and go with them to this party that you didn’t really want to go to. You’d lost the match against Slytherin today and you weren’t too keen on showing your face at their victory party, especially considering Draco Malfoy would particularly enjoy mocking you the whole night. Either way, you’d found yourself sat in an overly large leather armchair, throwing  every drink anyone gave you down your neck. If there was anything you were good at, it was partying; you could hold your drinks fairly well and you were usually up for almost anything after you’d had a few. 

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Love Yourself - Connor x Evan

Author - K (I’m pretty sure J doesn’t really listen to musicals I’m not entirely sure)

so this is something I wrote when kind of tipsy on mango vodka and schloer. but I quite like it and hope you guys too. also, i was tipsy and now so is Evan.


Connor was sitting on his bed, painfully sober after only three beers, while Evan was giggling at the ceiling on the other end. Connor sighed, looking fondly at the other boy, feeling guilty that he has gotten Evan drunk. Yet, he couldn’t let himself feel too bad because he knew that Evan needed this. He needed a distraction, and Connor was putty in this boy’s hands. He would walk across hot coals just to make Evan smile. So getting a few beers into his home while his parents were away was nothing. He pushed himself up off of his bed, getting a baggy shirt and sweats that Evan had left ones of the many other nights he’d stayed there. He was planning to attempt to get Evan into them so he’s reasonably comfortable when he sleeps, but he’s that drunk that it probably wouldn’t matter if he was still in jeans or not. But, when he tried to get Evan’s top off, he went bright red and tried to bat Connor’s hands away.

He spluttered while trying to stop Connor from undressing him. “I have a boyfriend! You’re not allowed to undress me because Connor will get mad and him being mad kind of makes me want to cry.” He continued to ramble, his words slurring slightly. His heart broke slightly at Evan’s statement because Connor knew he was mad quite a lot. But he shook the thoughts away and replaced them with ‘Evan is such a lightweight. Probably because he has never drunk before.’ 

He let out a deep sigh. “I am your boyfriend, dipshit. I’m trying to get you into pyjamas so you don’t sleep in those shitty blue jeans.” Connor tried to persuade him, but Evan wasn’t having it. He kept waving him off, mumbling about how he wasn’t going to betray Connor. He would have found it adorable if he wasn’t trying to do something. Eventually, Connor gave up and sat next to Evan, laying his head in his hands and yawning, exhaustion suddenly taking over.

After a few minutes of silence, Evan spoke up. “I love Connor.” His chest tightened at Evan’s words. “I love him so much it hurts. Because sometimes I think to myself, ‘if I asked him to list everything he loves, how long would it take him to say himself?’ I’m not even sure if he would and it breaks my heart. I know he isn’t perfect and has done some shitty things, but he is getting better and loads of people don’t see that and treat him like he is some dog that they can provoke until it runs and tries to rip their face off!” Evan had slowly become slightly hysterical, crying about how amazing he feels his boyfriend is. Connor wanted to cry as well. No one had ever spoken so kindly of him. But Connor settled for holding Evan’s hand and saying sweet words to calm him down. 

When he had eventually calmed Evan down, Connor squeezed Evan’s hand. “He loves you, too. He worships you and I know he wouldn’t say he loves himself. But that list? Of things he loves? Would be filled with different things about you. He could go on for days about everything he loves about you. The only reason he doesn’t say anything day to day is because he is damaged and doesn’t show any emotions except anger. But I swear to you, he loves you.” Evan smiled warmly, looking at the floor with teary eyes before picking up the pyjamas, and slowly picking himself off the bed and to the bathroom to change.

By the time he returned, Connor was under the duvet waiting for him.When he climbed into bed, he left a decent chunk of space between him and Connor, obviously still drunk enough to think that Connor wasn’t actually Connor. But as soon as he heard Evan’s breathing even out, signalling he was asleep, he slipped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. 

Before he went to sleep himself, he kissed Evan’s shoulder and whispered ‘I love you’. 


I might do a part two if you want??

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 7/?)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Can I just say that I always get sooo excited when someone comments on my imagines and I always want to reply and give you all hugs and say thank you but I don’t do it because I when I comment name of my other blog shows up so that would be weird and confusing lol
But yeah I see EVERYTHING and want to thank you a million times ❤
PART 1    PART 2     PART 3     PART 4
    PART 5     PART 6

action moves like a month of so forward, somewhere around halloween

“You’re going to the Friday’s party, right?”, Jessica asked when we were warming up before dance on basketball game.

“Umm, not sure yet”, I smiled faintly.

“Excuse me? Y/N Y/L/N can’t not come for halloween party!”, Monty and Bryce were walking by us and clearly overheard.

“I’ll try my best to make it to the party, but I’m doing trick or treat with my cousin and definitely can’t cancel that”.

“You can bring you cousin to the party, the more girls the better”, Bryce sent me his probablly most disgusting smile.

“She’s six, you vein fuck”.

“Well, you can come after you will be done. Come on”, Sheri begged.

“I’ll try my best”, I repeated.

Two days later I was walking around the city with my cousin, she dressed as Joker, me as Harley Quinn and I wasn’t too amused about that, because half of the girls were dressed like Harley, but Trixie* is way too stubborn to fight with her about that. And it was actually cute how surprised she was everytime we passed someone dressed as Harley.

“Have you seen it?”, she whispered. “She was dreesed just like you!”

“I know!”, I made shocked face everytime. “But she doesn’t have this cool baseball bat“.

My dad said I can’t go around dressed like that without anything for selfdefence, so I borrowed Jeff’s bat.
I was walking around, joking with this little six-years-old nugget and didn’t even realised we went to Monty’s house until he opened the door.

“Hi, Monty”, I smiled when he opened the door.

“Trick of treat!”, Trixie shouted.

“Well, treat! You don’t mess with Joker, am I right? And who is your pretty friend?”, he smiled at me.

“It’s Harley. But just for today, normally she’s Y/N and she doesn’t dress like a hooker”, she said seriously.

“Trixie!”, I softly jerked her hand. “Where did you hear that word?”

“In tv”, she shrugged like it was nothing.

“You know, you probably shouldn’t use that word”, Monty crouched in front of Trixie and threw some candies into the basket. “Your mum might get really upset if she heard you say it”.

“Okay, I won’t.”

I was actually surprised how good Monty was with little child, because no one would expect that from typical jock and number one bully in school.

“You’re not at the party?”, I asked.

“I’m leaving soon”, he said as he was standing up. “Are you gonna show up?”

“Yeah, I think I’ll come after I’m finished. Oh come on”, I looked into Trixie’s basket. “You can do better than that, de la Cruz”.

He grinned at me and threw more candies into basket.

“Thanks! Cool!”, Trixie said excited.

“You’ll get some at the party”, he said quietly.

“Will it be trick or treat?”, I asked and bit my lower lip.

“You’ll see”.

Trixie jerked my hand. “Is that your boyfriend?”, she whispered but loud enough for Monty to hear.

“No sweetie, he’s not my boyfriend, just my friend, Monty”, I felt I started blushing.

“Okay”, she nodded her head.

“We’re gotta go, a lot of candies to get”, I smiled. “See you later. Trixie, say bye”

“Bye, Monty!”, she waved at him.

“Bye, girls”, he smiled. “Y/N, you look good when you’re blushing”, he said when we walked a little bit. I didn’t say anything, just shook me head and smile.

Three hours later I finally got to the party, went straight to the kitchen and made myself a drink.

“Where did you lost your Joker?”, Montgomery showed up next to me.

“This party wouldn’t handle Joker”, I laughed.

“You know, as much as I would like to take you upstairs or somewhere right, you should probably look for Jess. I think she and Justin had a fight”.

“Shit”, I rolled my eyes. “Thanks”, I smiled at him and took my drink.

I started looking for Jessica, but instead I spotted Justin talking to Zach, pointing at one place, and that was were I found Jess and Sheri.

“Okay, straight to the point, what happened?”, I asked.

“He’s just… ugh… I’m so tired of him!”, she shouted and drank her drink at once.

I sighed, grabbed her armed and made her follow my steps and we went to the Justin.

“What happened to you two?”, I asked Justin.

“She’s fucking psycho!”

“Can’t you just do one thing I ask you for?!”, Jessica screamed.

“Okay, I’m out”, Zach raised his hands and walked away.

“What did he do or didn’t do?”.

“I’m Nancy, he was supposed to be Sid”.

“I am Sid!”, he defended himself.

“Are you serious? Do you even have internet to check things?”

“Both of you shut up!”, I covered their mouths with my hands. “Okay, Justin you could have done a little bit better. But Jess, when you two stand next to each other no one has a doubt who you are. Sind and Nancy. Nancy and Sid”, I smiled.

“Really?”, she asked.

“Yeah”, I nodded my head. “Now, kiss”, I looked at Justin, who still looked pissed. “Oh come on, you can’t be mad at her for too long, we all know that”

He finally grinned and gave Jess a hug.

“Yay, Y/N, the peacemaker!”, Jeff came up to us and high fived me.

“Okay, Y/N, don’t freak out”, Sheri said with a tone that actually made me wanna freak out. “Don’t look but on your two o’clock is…”

Of course I looked before she even finished the sentence. “Oh, fuck”, I quickly turned my face.

“What? Who is that?”, Jess asked.

“My fucking scumbag exboyfriend, Sean”, my jaw instantly clenched. “Why is he even here? He already graduated, he wasn’t even in Liberty High”

“I think he came with Bryce’s cousin”, Sheri said.

“Fuck”, I tok a huge sip of my drink.

“Monty!”, Jess waved at de la Cruz. “Put your arm around Y/N”.

“What?”, me and Monty asked at the same time.

“He wraps his arm around you, it looks like you’re together and this Sean or whatever his name is won’t come anywhere near you”.

Her plan was pretty good, I had to admit.

“Put you fucking arm around me, Montgomery”, I said through my clenched teeth and so he did.

“He’s here?”, he asked shocked. “We all warned you, when you started dating him. First of all, you were freshman, he was senior, second of all he wasn’t even in Liberty…”

“And he was in our opponent’s basketball team”, Justin added.

“Oh, stop with the fucking basketball team, like it’s the most important part of the story”, I rolled my eyes.

“Okay, but what’s the story?”, Jessica asked, she didn’t know anything, because she wasn’t at Liberty High when everything happened.

“He banged her and she never heard of him again”, Justin said.

“We were official”, I said with sharp tone. “But yeah, he broke up with me right after we… you know”, I finished my drink with one sip.

“Okay, I’ll bring you another, cause I see you need one”, Monty took my empty cup.

“Thanks, lots of vodka, please”.

“I’ll kick his ass”, Jeff said very pissed, and Jeff is not a person who get pissed easily.

“Me too”, Foley added.

“No one’s gonna kick anybody’s ass, go outside, play some beerpong, we’re not making any scene”, I pushed to te backyard and stayed with Sheri.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay”, she tried to cheer me up. “Monty might be, well, Monty, but he’s always there if someone needs him, and Sean can’t be that dumb, to come up to you when you have Montgomery by your side”.

“You’re probably right”, I sent her faint smile and turned around just to see that Sean was already right in front of me.

“Well hello, Y/N. You’re looking even better than when I last saw you, if that’s even possible”, he looked at me up and down.

“Yeah, that’s cool but I got somewhere to be”, I tried to walked next to him, but he took a step to the left and got in my way.

“Come on, don’t run away, we can sit somewhere and go down the memory lane, you know, good, old times”, he stroked my cheek.

“First of all, don’t touch me”, I flinched. “Second of all, there are no good, old times, leave me alone”.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Justin and Jessica coming to us, Jess tried to calm him down.

“Oh, come on, babe”, Sean rolled his eyes.

“She’s not your babe”, suddenly Monty stood next me and I felt like I started breathing again, even though I didn’t realised I had held my breath.

“Is she yours?”.

“She asked you to leave her alone”, Monty took a step towards Sean, so now he was separating him from me.

“Or what?”

“You really wanna see?”, I spotted Montgomery clenched his fists.

“You wanna do it outside?”

“Okay, okay”, I stepped between the two of them. “No one is gonna do anything outside, we’re not making scene”, I spotted Jessica holding Justin arm and Zach whispering something to Jeff. I also noticed music stopped playing, so now everybody’s eyes were on us.

“Oh, I see”, Sean chuckled. “Your whole protect committee is here. Jeff, Justin, Sheri… Everyone who comfort little, poor Y/N after her terrible boyfriend broke up with her”.

Monty got pissed and tried to took another step forward, but I stopped him.

“Monty, don’t”, I whispered. “Okay, Sean, it’s enough”.

I almost made Monty turn around and leave the room, but Sean just wouldn’t stop.

“Maybe if you weren’t so fucking boring in bed I wouldn’t break up with you after I fucked you two times”.

Justin got out of Jessica’s grip and this time I literally had to pushed Montgomery to stop him, only Zach could keep Jeff in place.

“Justin, don’t!”, I shouted and he stopped walking.

I turned to face Sean.

“The right word is “bored” not “boring””, I said calmly. “I was bored in bed. And maybe I wouldn’t be so fucking bored if there was anything to be excited about”, I took a glance at his crotch, making hints about size of his member worked on every guy if you wanted to shut him up. I turned back to Monty.

“Dumb slut”, I heard behind me.

Monty clenched again, his eyes were dark with rage.

“Montgomery, don’t”, I said softly and put my hands on his chest.. “Just drop it.”

“You let him talk to you like that?”, he whispered.

I smiled at him. What he didn’t noticed was that I was boiling inside. And that my hand was clenched in fist. I turned around and punched Sean right in the nose. Everybody’s jaws dropped. He put his hand on his face and when he took it away, still in shock, I punched him again.

“I don’t want to see you ever again!”, I shouted. “You hear me? Ever again!”, once I let my anger get out of me I just couldn’t stop and kicked him in the anckle. “Fucking scumbag!”

“Okay, that’s enough”, Monty grabbed me in my waist, pulled me up and carried me outside. 

“Put me down, I’ll fucking kill him. Montomery, put me down!”, I tried to punch him in his ribs with my elbow.

“Yeah, I’ll handle it”, he said quietly to someone, probably Jeff, cause we just went past him.

We left the house, Monty closed door with a kick and continued carrying me.

“Fuck you, Montgomery”, I shouted.

When we were far from people, he finally put me down, turned me, so I was standing face to face with him and he put his hands on my shoulders.

“Calm down”.

“Don’t tell me to calm down! Why you can get angry and beat the shit out of people, and I can’t?”, I looked at him

“Because you‘re better than that!”, he shouted and that stopped me for a moment. “You’re better than that”, he said calmly. “You’re better than me”.

He saw I was calmer, so he took his hands off my shoulders.

“You okay?”, he asked concerned.

“Yeah… I’m sorry… I acted like a fucking psycho”.

“Hey, hey, don’t apologize for it, the guy is a dick”.

“Did this punch at least looked good or was it that funny, pathetic show that girls always do when they hit someone with their funny little fists?”, I asked.

“Well, even though your fists are funnily small, the punch was actually impressive”, he nodded his head. “Not pathetic. At least until you kicked his anckle,then you started acting like a girl.”

“Whatever”, I rolled my eyes and realised my hand actually hurt a little bit, Monty spotted grin on my face.

“I’ll get you some ice”, he offered.

“No, just”, I touched his arm. “Let’s just… Don’t go inside for a few minutes”.

“What about your hand?”, he asked concerned. “It hurts and it’ll be worse, trust me”.

“It’s okay…”, I mumbled. I looked up because I heard door opening and saw Jeff, who carried a bag of ice. “Thank you, Atkins”, I smiled.

“We can murder him if you want, you know?”, he said.

“Nobody’s gonna murder anyone”, I rolled my eyes.

Door opened again and Zach, Justin, Sheri, Jessica and Bryce walked out.

“What the hell, dudes?”, Walker asked. “Y/N, you’re at a party fifteen minutes and you start a fight?”

“Oh God, you’re so stupid”, I sighed. “You should really pay more attention to who’s coming to your party, Bryce.”

“He’s my cousin’s friend from college and you’re acting like crazy bitch.”

“Have you even been there?!”, I asked loudly.

“Leave her alone, Bryce”, Monty said.

“Actually you know, Bryce, you and Sean would be great best friends as you both treat girls like trash”, I added.

Walker didn’t answear anything, just looked at me for a moment.

“Keep an eye on your chick, Monty”, he said finally.

“First of all, I’m not his chick, and what was that even supposed to mean?”, I asked.

“Just saying”, he shrugged and went back home.

“Fuck you, Bryce”, I shouted to him. “Did he just threatened me?”

“Come on, he’s just talking crap”, Justin said.

“No, Justin, he literally said to Monty to keep his eye on me”.

“For now, let’s focus on you keeping ice on your hand”, Montgomery took the bag of ice I hold in my left hand and put it on the right one.

“He threatened me, you all heard it”, I pointed at all of my friends.

“Let’s just all stay together for the rest of the night, alright?”, Jess proposed. “This party has gotten really fucking weird.”

And so we did, Monty really felt into this whole “put your fucking arm around me” thing, cause whenever Sean was seen closer than on the opposite end of the party, Monty’s hand automatically went on me. And when his arm wasn’t around me, he was in the kitchen making me a drink, to make sure my cup isn’t empty.

One thing led to another and after few drinks I was very, very buzzed and that makes me very touchy so as soon as right moment came I dragged Monty into first empty room and locked the door.

“Mont, do you know what time is it?”, I asked. “It’s a hook up time”, I answered my own question before he even opened his mouth , brought him closer by his neck and kissed.

At first he was a little shocked, what kind of surprised my drunk mind, it’s not like it’s the first time we were doing it, then he got into kissing for a moment, but when he realized I was slowly moving us towards bed, he moved away.

“What’s wrong?”, I asked.

“Babe, you’re wasted”, he said.

“So? If you don’t remember I also was drunk the first time we had sex”.

“You weren’t that drunk”, he crossed his arms.

“Like you care”, I snorted.

“Maybe you should take a nap”, he offered.

“I don’t want a nap, I want you to fuck me”, I said and put my arms around his neck. “Daddy?”

At this point he almost cracked, I could tell when he bit his lower lip and close his eyes.

“I don’t take advantage of drunk girls”, he said with his eyes still closed.

“Oooh, daddy has some morals?”, my thumb went up and down on the back of his neck.

He sighed, put his hands on my hips, kissed me and started moving us towards bed.

He laid me on bed  and the moment my head touched the pillow I felt how soft and comfy it was and how tired I actually was and that I couldn’t even bother to move my lips.

“Are you tired?”, Monty asked softly.

I nodded my head.

I closed my eyes, he moved me so I was laying on side and not on my back and covered me with a blanket.

“Take a nap”, he whispered and left the room.

It felt like a minute passed when someone kneeled next to bed.

“Hey, you’re okay?”, Monty asked.

“God, you left like a minute ago, let me nap”, I mumbled and covered my head with blanket.

Montgomery giggled. “Y/N, you slept for an hour”.

“What?!”, I quickly sat on bed.  

“It’s okay”, he smiled. “Here, I got you some water”.

“Thanks”, I took a glass from him and drank it all at once. “God, I feel like shit after that nap, why did you let me nap?”, I moaned.

“Because you were wasted”.

“I wasn’t that drunk. A little buzzed, but not wasted”, I rolled my eyes.

“I called you babe and you didn’t reply with your ‘I’m not your babe’”.

“Maybe I was trying to be nice?”

Montgomery didn’t answer, just bit his lips trying not to laugh.

“What? What did I do?”, I asked. “Monty, tell me”, I punched his arm.

“You called me daddy”, he said finally.

“No, I didn’t”, I said disgusted.

He nodded his head.

“Oh my God”, I laid back and again covered my face with blanket in embarrassment. “You know it wasn’t me talking? I was wasted”.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought”, he laughed. “You want more water?”

“No, I’m good. Thank you, Monty”, I smiled.

“You’re welcome”.

*Trixie - named after Trixie from show “Lucifer” on FOX, if you haven’t watch it, I hardly recommend it, very good shit and Trixie is my favourite.

Oh, sorry this one was mostly dialogues, but I kinda struggle with describing and that kinda stuff because english is not my first language (I really have to stop using it as an excuse for everything)

Sugar Smoke (M)

Getting yourself a sugar daddy was not in your plan. Having Jeon JungKook as your sugar daddy, was the last thing possible on your list. And no matter how much you try to lie to yourself, you already feel addicted to him, to your dirty little secret. 

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Pairing: Jeon JungKook x Reader | ft. Lisa

Word count: 4686

Notes: I will update this every Sunday. enjoy :)

 “Why did I accept to do this? Like, who took control over my brain and pressed “Yes” to going here?” you say.

You hit a rock on the pavement, catapulting it into the person in front of you. The girl turns around but you immediately look in another direction and lightly punch your friend in the arm.

“This is fun. And free.” she says.

“I agree with being free, Lisa. Not so much with fun. I could have been home, sleeping.” you say.

Lisa rolls her eyes at you and sighs in response. Quickly, she stands on her tiptoes, and squeals with happiness. “We can enter! We must get the front rows!” she says.

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Rated: Smut, Angst

Pairing: JaehyunxReaderxYuta

Summary: The story of secrets, deceit and greed. Three characters with unlikely alliances and one common goal; power. Jaehyun is stuck between his own thirst for power and his need for the one thing that could take away everything. Yuta has ambition growing from an unlikely alliance and convinces himself to do anything to protect it. Between both of them is her, ambitious but with one weakness, she does all it takes for Jaehyun, even if it’s putting herself aside. But how long can she hold up her own fragile games?

(A/N): Say hello to (Y/N) lol. I’m so indecisive don’t hate me. 

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anonymous asked:

How does Stella find out about Mulders abduction and Scullys pregnancy? Does she visit or help with the investigation? Does Reyes presence alter their dynamic?

She comes for Scully’s first Lamaze class because she doesn’t want Scully to have to go alone.  

“Are we pretending we’re a couple?” Scully asks on the way over.

“If that’s so horrifying to you, pretend I’m the au pair.”

“It’s not horrifying, it’s just awkward, considering, you know.” 

“You can go in alone. There’s a bar right next door.”

“You checked?”

“I thought I might need a drink after two hours of talking about childbirth.  But during is even better.”

Scully half-smiles, half-pouts and Stella hopes for her sake she never teaches her kid this trick.

“No, I want you to come in. You speak French?”

“Seulement dans d'horribles circonstances.”

“Of course you do.”

They do the breathing and the talking and at 5:05 pm, she makes Scully sit at the bar drinking a Shirley Temple while she sips a vodka martini.  Even this is for Scully’s benefit.  It’ll be months before she can so much as take a lime in her water without everyone giving her dirty looks.

And after that, she gives foot rubs, she buys ice cream, she visits the babygap website where she makes good-natured fun of argyle sweaters, she watches movies she would normally veto, she asks the questions she’s supposed to ask about favorite names. She does the things Mulder would have wanted her to do.  Would want, she corrects herself.  They are going to find him.  She’s called in every favor she could think of to make sure of it – Scotland Yard, Interpol, MI5.  Scully, though grateful, seems to think every one of them is looking in the wrong places.

Last minute, she manages to get Monday off as well.  

“I can take you to your doctor’s appointment,” she tells Scully.

“Oh.  Okay.”

“Was that a pause?”

“Well, it’s not a regular appointment.  It’s the second sonogram.”

Stella shrugs, walks a pot over from the stove, and gives Scully a wooden spoon to lick hot chocolate pudding off.  She loves the shit Americans will powder and put in a box.

“Then I’ll take you to that.”

But she knows what Scully’s thinking, that she won’t be able to muster the proper emotional reaction for the event, that she’s too squeamish, too cold to look at a photograph of a miracle and know what to do with it.  Mulder would probably have wept.  Weep, she corrects herself.

The doctor looks amused when she looks from Scully to Stella and back and Stella almost smacks her.


“No,” Scully says and doubles down, takes Stella’s hand and folds their fingers, doesn’t bother to offer any more explanation than that.  Scully’s hand is clammy, squeezing, nervous, even more nervous as the jelly spreads.  Her breath hitches.


She nods.

“You don’t have to lie and say you see it or how cute it is or anything like that,” she says softly over her shoulder.  

“I won’t, I’m sure.”

“That’s fine.  This is just a part of the process, it’s about making sure the fetus is okay, that’s all.”

“Dana –“

And Scully follows her gaze up to the monitor, laughs when she sees it, like it’s making a funny face.

“Boy,” says the doctor, and she may be the first person in the world that Scully allows to forget she is herself a medical doctor, can read a damn sonogram just fine.

Stella doesn’t see the funny face or the sex, doesn’t see much of anything at all.  She doesn’t even realize she’s really looking until Scully’s fingers are on her face, wiping the tears from her cheek – no, not wiping, just touching them, like she’s making sure they’re real.  Then she starts to cry too, pulls Stella’s face in, doctor’s confusion be damned, and kisses her not briefly but quietly on the mouth.  

Simple, a seal on the moment, something to help Scully remember it fondly, remember it as something other than Mulder’s absence.  It’s what he would have wanted.  Would want.

Co Workers (Part Eighteen)

A/N: Hi friends, this part touches quite heavily on depression. I wanted to take this moment right here to say that if you ever need anyone to talk to, please never ever hesitate to message me, talk to me on anon, anything. I know what it’s like, I myself have been there. Depression and anxiety are actually two big reasons that I’m here on tumblr. So please remember that if you ever need a friend I am here and that you are not alone!! I love you guys <3

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Depression, language, Y/N spirals a bit in this part.

Word Count: 2.1k

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You walked forward just as the doctor walked out of the room, hugging your mom, and then Jen, then Derek. You all had just been standing there holding each other for a while, you didn’t need to hear what the doctor said to know what happened. Your dad didn’t make it.

You opened your eyes to see Misha standing in the doorway to the waiting room. By the look on his face, he figured it out. You motioned for him to come over, melting in his arms. No one knew what to do right now. Not to mention that you felt awful. You should have been there sooner. Your family was close and you’d been nothing but distant for the last few months.

For the first time since you started acting on Supernatural, you considered coming home.

The next week drug by very slowly. You spent it with your family, Misha was there until he had to get back to Vancouver for filming. You had to get back soon yourself. Going back to Vancouver was not what you wanted to do. You wanted to stay. But you were in the next episode, and this wasn’t a job you could just stop showing up to one day. Your mom assured both you and your brother that it was okay for you guys to go back home. You were really proud of her, she’d been so strong through all of this.

You were happy to get home to Misha, you were so tired and you just needed to sleep. This week was one week you quite honestly would like to forget. Not having slept much due to being without Misha for the last few days, you just wanted to snuggle up with him in bed.

It was early Monday morning when things started to feel slightly normal. You and Misha were both up before the sun, moving around each other as you both got ready for work. You were brushing your teeth in front of the bathroom mirror while Misha was in the shower when you started to feel funny.

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High School Band AU: Ch. 14

“So this ain’t the end, I saw you again! Today I had to turn my heart away. You smiled like the sun, kisses for everyone and tails, it never fails!”

Then you enter: “You’re lying so low in the weeds! I bet you’re gonna ambush me!”

And you sing together: “You’d have me down, down, down on my knees. Now wouldn’t ya? Barracuda!”

Saeran rolls his eyes and chuckles as you pass behind him and tap his shoulder. Your eyes suddenly meet Jaehee’s with a puzzled expression. Matter of fact, everybody has been given that look ever since the start of the rehearsal.

First, Saeran insisted in singing. Zen wasn’t exactly pleased to give away a solo, even if it’s just a rehearsal, but his scarlet eyes went from burdened to shocked when Saeran  said he didn’t want a solo, he wanted a duet… with you. You felt your cheeks heating up, but in the minute he picked Barracuda let’s use this Glee duet as a reference, it’s been a while I don’t use Glee lol, you were relieved, it wasn’t any lovey dovey ballad from Journey or something, it was an ode to anger. Perfect for him, perfect for you to sing with him. Although your mind raced a little imagining singing something like “Faithfully” with him… nah, what are you thinking?

What have you been thinking? In the past two days, you couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation with Saeran… the guy is dealing with a lot, you would totally be a dick if it was with you… well, you can be from time to time, so now you feel like you understand him a little. His talent was the only thing you felt like never criticizing him for, now you got to meet him for real, there’s nothing at all to criticize.

And you’re as shocked as all the other band members.

Because you’re feeling… comfortable around him. Yeah, the winter festival is already next week, you’ve been rehearsing every single day after school, and Jaehe and Jumin decided  that taking the whole band into some kind of retreat at his chalet would be a good way to practice intensely and still relax and have some fun.

Due to latest events, you could not see how being stuck at a chalet with Zen and Jumin could be fun. You know… you fought with Zen because you though he was just being an ass to Jumin, but Jumin was doing something shady with Rika, and not only you never apologized to Zen, but also thought that falling into Rika’s boyfriend arms was something okay to do. Jaehee and Yoosung are still a little aloof, and Saeyoung is being… well, himself. So yeah, the mood wasn’t exactly great right now.

But it could be worse if it wasn’t for Saeran. Your usually bickering has became sillier, it’s almost like… it’s almost like…

“Watching two hyenas getting ready to the mating season.” Saeyoung whispered to Yoosung after Saeran went to grab some water and… said he was bringing some to you as well.

“I heard that.” You glare at them.

“I know you did, I wanted you to.” He beams teasingly. “My little bro is growing and getting himself a lady, I’m so proud!”

“Ugh… it’s nothing like that. And I’m no lady.”

“She really isn’t.” Saeran says, nudging you from behind with the glass of water. “She’s also right, it’s nothing like that.”

“Thank you.” You look at him.

“You’re welcome. I’m going to the bathroom” He chugs his water and bumps into your shoulder lightly as walking away.

“Yoosung, I think you should close your eyes, you’re too young to see this.”

“We’re the same age, dude! And… see what?”

“Oh… this is basically their foreplay, I don’t think any of us should be watching this.”

“Shut up, Saeyoung!” you roll your eyes as you walk away too.

“See? She’s already talking like him! Oh… my heart…”

Ugh… what is he doing? It’s almost like… he’s trying to set you up with his brother. Yes… a similar thought crossed your mind that night when he went on about playing drums and some other stuff you didn’t get. Could I be that… Saeyoung was trying to tell you that he would back away because of his brother? Because… Saeran likes you?

Uhh, what’s that? A chill. And also a sign not to think weird nonsense stuff like that.

The chill was a sign to something else. A sign for you to stay alert when you saw Jumin greeting two people in the front door.

V and Rika.

S H I T!

Your first reaction was calculate how hurt would you be if you decided to run away jumping from the balcony. You would be very hurt, so abort that.

Shit shit shit! It was the first time you saw Rika after that suspicious conversation  with Jumin you overheard. And it was the first time you’re seeing V after… that day. What the fuck are they even doing here?

“Well, it wouldn’t be a traditional retreat without cheap vodka, expensive weed and the old school members, would it?” It wouldn’t be traditional, okay, but it would be so much better. Ugh… V just smiled at you as he says this. At first his smile would make you get dizzy, now it feels like a punch in the stomach.

“Yes…  and I was so worried with our little MC here I needed to check on  her. Is your phone broken, sweetie? I tried to text you.” She pats your shoulder. No, your phone isn’t broken, you just ignored her texts for more serious reasons than just thinking she freaks you out a little.

“We worked hard today, guys, so a little fun would be really nice.” Jaehee says, walking next to the counter where V places the booze.

“Yes. I’ll put some music on.” Jumin starts messing with the fancy sound system in the living room.

“Uhh, I must have some flash drive with me. Let me get it.” Saeyoung heads to the bedroom he left his stuff

“I’ll go with you.” Yoosung reaches him.

You look around as you notice everybody is busy. Everybody except for you, V and Rika. Well… shit! Is Saeran still in the bathroom? Ugh…

No wait… Zen! You spot him in the balcony outside. Well, you aren’t exactly in great terms with him, but… better than being with them, no doubt.

“Aren’t you cold?” you ask Zen as you step outside, he turns to look at you. “I might have a very cool jacket a very cool guy gave me once.” He smiles, and you take as an invitation to join him.

“It will start snowing soon.” He states. “Do you like snow?”

“I’m not very fond of the cold weather, as you can see by my outrageous clothes.” He laughs “But uhm… it looks really beautiful, for sure.”

“Yeah, almost like a dream…” you nod, trying to contemplate the horizon as much as he’s doing.

“I’m sorry, Zen.” You say, hoping the win didn’t muffle your voice, maybe it did since he doesn’t react. “Zen, I’m sorry for yelling at you and calling you a hypocrite.”

“It’s fine, MC.”

“No, it’ not. I was unfair with you, a lot of things happened that day, and if they didn’t happen, the way I treated you was still wrong. So, it’s not fine, but I hope you can forgive me.”

“I already did. Don’t worry.”

“But, Zen… I…”

“I’m considering dropping out, MC.”


“Out of school. I’ll drop out.”

“Drop out…? Why?”

“My grades are terrible, I will most likely have to repeat the grade, so I’ll get rid of the burden first.”

“But Zen… is this okay? I mean… what will you do?”

“I’ll find a job, I’ve been doing some gigs here and there, my friend has that nightclub. I have more options that one could think, actually.”

“What about your family? Won’t they…?”

“If they didn’t care when I left the house, they won’t care now.”

“You left… you left your house?”

“Yeah. My brother and my mom were annoying me too much with some useless fights, so I left. Don’t worry, I’m crashing at that friend of mine.”

“I’m worried about the fact you fought with them, Zen. What happened?”

“Well, let’s say it’s not easy ever since I was a kid. My mom used to say some mean stuff about my appearance and… my brother never liked the fact I was too different from him, he just started picking on me when I was 14 and got the bike. It was just… an unbearable environment for someone like me, MC. Please understand that… I endured for too long.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not judging you. I’m just… sad.”



“Don’t be sad, I’ll be around until the winter festival. And you can always count on me, whether it is to give you cool jackets, fake IDs, a ride in my bike or advices with guys…”

“I think I’ll take the jackets the rest I’ll pass thank you.” You both laugh.

“I mean it, count on me. You’re very important to me, MC, you’re like… my little sister.” You feel like clutching your heart. Zen can be very sweet with words, that is by far the sweetest thing he ever said. “So tell Saeran I have an eye on him, nobody messes with my sister!”

“Saeran? What are you…? Ah, not you too, Zen, come on!”

“You’re really trying to lie to your big bro that you don’t like him, MC?”

“Li-like him? What are you talking about, I don’t… I don’t like him! I’m just treating him nicer because he is treating me nicer too and… he is a very talented guy, he… has a sharp sense of humor like me, he… saved me from a rape and didn’t even consider blaming me for what happened, he… can be very honest and open about stuff… and he wears some cool t-shirts and… good lord, I like him.” Now you’re the one contemplating the horizon.

“Oh really? What was your first clue?” Zen laughs, patting your shoulder playfully.

Another chill, not by Zen’s touch, but as a warning there’s someone else in the balcony.


How much of that did he hear? Ahh, what if he heard all your praise towards him? What if he heard you like him? Oh no… he’ll tease you so mercilessly…

“What are you guys doing here?” He says plainly, not even looking at you. Shit, he heard everything!

“We were just talking, bro. Do you need something… from her?” Zen teases. Yeah, great job being the jerk big bro.

“What? No. We’re just… having a party there, Saeyoung says he needs more people to start the game.”

“What game?”

“Like I would know what is that weirdo up to. Just come in, you two. It’s freezing here.” Then he looks at you. Oh… is he… worried about you?

“Yeah, yeah, we’re coming. You don’t need to say it twice.” You mutter, trying to be your usual self with Saeran. Why do you feel so pathetic now doing something it was so natural before?

You and Zen walk inside with Saeran, only to find everybody sitting on the floor in a circle. In the center of it, there’s a bottle, oh… did they drink so much to the point one of the bottles is already empty? No, that’s not a big deal, what matters here is…

“Spin the bottle combined with seven minutes in heaven. Wanna play?” Saeyoung asks. He’s definitely not drunk, again, he’s just being himself.

“I’ll pass.” Zen says, walking towards he counter to grab a beer. “There are way less girls than guys so the chances of kissing a guy are too high.”

“Wow, you know math, Zen, that’s impressive.” Jumin says, and Rika giggles. That was… unnecessarily mean. Zen apparently doesn’t mind, but still… is Jumin a mean drunk?

You don’t feel like playing after that, to be honest.

Except… you see Saeran joining the circle. You never would have taken him as someone who would play something like this.  

You would never even take yourself like someone who would play something like this. But if you come to think of it, you never thought you would like Saeran, and… even if you did, you would never admit out loud in front of someone else like you did. So… what the hell do you know about him or about you? Fuck this.

But as soon as you sit beside Yoosung, you start regretting it. Because you know math too, and there are chances you can end in that closet with Jumin or Saeyoung, or worse… Rika… or even worse… V!

However, as much as you don’t like math, math seems to like you. Because the bottle slowly stops after Saeyoung spins it.

The bottleneck points to you.

And the bottom, to Saeran.

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anonymous asked:

"You're just jealous you aren't a member of the meme team."

Yuri sways against the wall as he speaks, and Otabek rushes out a hand to steady him.

“Yuri we need to go home now.” He says sternly, but the blonde shakes from his grip again.

“But Beka!” Yuri whines. “I belong here.”

They’re at something akin to a frat party, just without the frat. Yuri has had eight vodka mixers and three of something Otabek couldn’t identify by smell, and refused to taste.

He’s not drinking himself. He decided after one beer and Yuri’s third cup, that it would be best to have one of them sober. He’s eternally thankful for his foresight as Yuri sways again, away from the wall, and tries to make a run for it back into the crowded party.

Otabek manages to grab his wrist. “Yura, you’re really drunk. We should get you home.”

He wonders why he keeps trying to reason with Yuri, when he knows it’s never worked before.

Yuri yanks hard on his captured wrist with an indignant squawk, freeing himself again. “No! These are my people!”

Otabek gives a resigned sigh as Yuri rushes back into the crowd, yelling over the music.


The drunken gathering responds all at once, “OH SHIT WHADDUP!”

Otabek leans back against the wall and shakes his head.

Yuri’s wrong.

He’s not jealous at all.

He’s very glad he’s not a part of the “meme team,” he just wishes he knew what the hell all these people are on about.

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Jack Maynard x the reader

This is my first post so let me know what you think. i could definitely do a part 2 if people are interested or if there is something else you want to see?

My inspiration was the reader has just found out her boyfriend is cheating again and she goes to find her friend Conor but is greeted by his brother Jack who she absolutely can’t stand and doesn’t know that Jack has a bit of a crush on her but pretends like he doesn’t 

I hope you like it!

I knock on Conor’s door. Literally all I want is to rant to him about how much I hate my (now) ex. He is going to tell me he was right but I’m praying he waits to rub it in my face.

When the door opens and I see Jack’s face my heart drops, “Oh, is Conor here?”

“No he’s out sorry, did he say he was going to be here?” He asks, confused to see me.

“No, no I thought he just might be here,” I feel my eyes welling up and my face going red, “it’s ok I’ll see him another day” I turn and walk away before Jack can see any tears.

“Hey! Y/n! Are you ok?” He seems genuinely concerned, “Come in and I’ll give him a call.”

“No it’s fine. I’m fine. I’ll see you later.” I hurry down the hall but I feel him grab my arm.

“Y/n! Come inside and sit down, please. You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, just come in, ok?” He looks my straight in the eyes, searching my face to see what has made me so upset.

“Fine”, he lets go of my arm and I follow him inside and flop down onto the couch.

He must know why I’m here. Conor has always been very vocal about how much he didn’t like my boyfriend and since Conor and Jack live together, Jack has overheard many conversations about him and the things he’s done to me, ”Do you want a drink?“ He asks awkwardly trying to break the silence. "I have vodka?”

“Only if you drink with me” I tell him. Usually I would never voluntarily spend time with Jack but right now I really just don’t want to be alone and since Conor isn’t here I guess I have no choice.

“You know vodka makes me silly” He tells me, getting two glasses from the cabinets.

“It might make me feel better” I smile, almost laughing. I don’t think I have ever laughed at something Jack has ever said. I mostly cringe or get mad at the stupid things he says.

He sighs sarcastically, “Fine. But only if you tell me I’m not your least favourite person ever.”

I look into his unbelievably blue eyes, “I can honestly tell you Jack that right now you are not my least favourite person ever. I promise.” I can see it in his eyes that he feels sorry for me, “I know you must know why I’m here.”

He sighs again, genuinely this time, "I’m sorry y/n. I don’t know what to say.”

“Neither do I! I don’t know what to say to you, I don’t know what to say to Conor. I don’t know what to say to him. He’s called me a dozen times and sent a dozen messages but I can’t deal with that right now. All I wanted to do was go home and pretend like this isn’t happening but I didn’t want to be alone so I didn’t know what to do other than come here. I’m sorry to bother you-”

“You’re not a bother y/n. I joke about it but I don’t mean it. Especially now.” He seems a little regretful, “Hopefully this makes you feel a little better.” He hands me my drink. Vodka soda with a wedge of lime.

“You remember what I drink?”

“Only because you’re so damn fussy every time we go out” he manages to get a bit of a laugh out of me, “If it would make you feel better you’re more than welcome to take your frustrations out on me.”

“How? Are you going to be my punching bag?”

He grimaces, “Well I was hoping you were just going to yell at me but if that’s what you want …” he sees he’s got another smile from me, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“What’s there to say? He’s an asshole. I completely saw it coming which just makes me a total idiot-“

"That does not make you an idiot” He butts in

“He’s cheated before Jack.” I admit. “And he’s probably done it more than the two times I’ve caught him. I went back to him knowing he was a cheater and look where it got me.”

“Man some guys are such idiots. Who would actually be mental enough to cheat on you?”

“You would be surprised.”

“I don’t get it though! You’re unbelievably talented and successful not to mention absolutely beautiful, I mean if you weren’t a total bitch you’d be the whole package!” He grins.

Usually his jokes like these make me want to punch him but they’re actually making me feel a little more lighthearted. It’s a strange feeling being comforted by a guy I thought I hated. ”I think I take back what I said about you not being my least favourite person.“

He rolls his eyes, "you need another drink, you’re still grumpy” he says as he takes my glass from me.

“You better not get me drunk and take advantage of me Maynard!” I call back after him.

“There are worse ways this night could end” he grins, pouring more vodka into my glass, topping it with soda and handing it back to me. I catch myself blushing at the thought of spending the night with Jack.

“Tell me about your pathetic love life then. That might make me feel better.” I laugh.

“It will make you feel better because it’s practically non-existent.” He admits.


“I wish.” He starts to blush, “I’ve been off my game. I met one girl a while ago that I kinda can’t get out of my head and it’s messing with me.” He’s fiddling with his glass and staring at the floor. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look so uncomfortable.

“Aw poor jack can’t get laid.” I remark sarcastically, trying to cheer him up.  

“Shut up. It’s not that.”

“What is it then? Just work your usual charm and you’ll have her in no time.”

“That’s the thing, it’s not working. In fact it failed pretty badly.”

“No!” I exclaim sarcastically, “But how?”

“I don’t know. She’s not really like the other girls.”

“She actually has a brain?” I snigger

“You know let’s go back to talking about your cheating boyfriend.” He shuffles around on his seat, still looking nervous which is very unlike Jack.

“No, tell me more about this mystery girl!”

He finally looks me in the eye, “I’m not going to do that”

“Aw come on! My boyfriend just cheated on me! I deserve a bit of gossip, even if you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, you hate me and I’m not telling you because she doesn’t want to know me like that so I’m moving on.”

“Good luck with that”

“Now do you want to sit here and feel sorry for yourself or do you want to have some fun?”

“Elaborate please”

“I’m going to teach you how to play Fifa” he gets up and changes the channel on the remote and hands me a PlayStation controller, “you’re going to be terrible and it’s going to make me feel better.”

“Hang on, i thought we were trying to make me feel better?”

“Oh no.” He smiles, “now that you’ve made me talk about the love of my life who will never love me back I need some cheering up. Come on pick up the controller.”

can i be him ✗ part seven

A/N: hey guys! don’t kill me omg. this is LONG overdue and i seriously appreciate how patient all of you are. i hope you guys enjoy it! :)
Words: 4,331 words
Previous chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

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Ignoring the heat that radiated from him being so close, she looks down at the gem sitting between her collar bones, shining brightly. She couldn’t help but grin at his thoughtfulness, “I love it.” Looking over her shoulder, she let’s a soft smile play across her lips. “Thank you, Lucas.”

Tilting his head slightly, he catches a glimpse of the necklace before his gaze meets hers. “I’m glad you like it.”

The two sit there for a moment, staring at each other, eyes gleaming with warmth and hearts in their throats. There’s a lingering tension between them and it’s painfully difficult to ignore.  

When his gaze falters slightly to fall on her parted lips, it takes everything within her to not press her lips against his. When she notices the way he leans in ever-so-slightly, she knows she definitely won’t be stopping him.

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Risk For Reward (Finn Balor) Vol. 11

Prompt: You are the new make-up artist for WWE. You have no prior knowledge of Finn or the work that goes into creating the demon. With a whole new world to discover is there room to be anything but professional? Your biggest test will be fighting your new demon(s) and showing that’s this job was made for you. Even if resisting Finn will be harder than you first thought.

Pairing: Finn Balor & Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warning: None! For now at least! ;) Appearances from Bayley, Anderson, Gallows, Zayn. Possible flirting with one of the stars mentioned. Maaaybe possessive Finn ;)

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Han Solo’d (Richard Speight JR x Reader)

Richard x Reader

Rob is throwing a house party and things get pretty tense and awkward between you and one Richard Speight as Rob tries to get you together.

Word Count: 2,555

Warnings: None really, just super fluffy in parts. Lots of Alcohol consumption, minor smut.

Rob had decided to throw a little party at his place. He had a large house, big enough for a big get together of friends and more. Copious bottles of alcohol had been bought and most of all drank.

You had been invited as a close friend of Rob’s, but whenever Rob invited you places he also invited Richard. Which would then follow with you being too nervous and flustered around him to talk or even look him in the eye for a second. He probably thought you hated him and you’d feel guilty if it weren’t for you looking after yourself. You’d had crushes on too many guys and been turned down too many times. You didn’t want your heart broken again. What puzzled you about Richard however, was that he always made the effort to talk to you. He’d follow you sometimes, sit next to you when all of his other friends were in a different part of the room. Did he know you liked him or something? Was this his way of winding you up? Or did he really want to be your friend? Maybe he liked you back. You stopped yourself from thinking about that as soon as the thought popped into your head.

You were sat with Rob on one of the sofas in his wide spacious living room. Music was blasting in the back and people were all talking, laughing and enjoying themselves. Rich was sat opposite you on an arm chair, a beer in hand and three empty beer bottles at his feet. You were on your third vodka and lemonade. The three of you chatted as usual, but you didn’t add much to the conversation. Rob told you stories and funny anecdotes that he and Richard had gotten up to in the past. You laughed harder each time he shared a new one and Richard smiled at you when you did. Once you’d finished your third drink you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, leaving Rob and Rich behind.

“Dude, she likes you.” Rob told Richard. Rich gave him a scowl and a half in response.

“She doesn’t like me, how many times? She flirts with everybody but me.” He explained, his lips finding his bottle to glug some more beer down.  Rob chuckled and shook his head.

“What am I going to do with you two? You’re both into each other but won’t admit it, neither of you will tell the other and neither of you can stare at the other for longer than a second without getting shy!” He laughed out loud.

“She doesn’t like me!” Richard argued back.

“Who doesn’t like you?” You sat back down on the sofa next to Rob, weaving your way back into the conversation you had missed when you left to the bathroom.

“Well-” Rob began to speak but Richard cut him off instantly.

“Nobody important.” He answered, finishing the rest of his drink. “I need another beer.” Rich stood up and tiptoed his way around the coffee table between you.

“Get me another one.” Rob ordered.

“And me please, Richard.”

“Sure.” That was all he said, he was annoyed at the conversation Rob had brought up.

“So…..Y/N. You ever gonna ask him out?” Rob turned to you, angling himself so his body was facing you too.

“Sorry, who?” You asked, pretending you didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, but you knew full well.

“You know full well that I mean Richard.” Rob said sternly, giving you a ‘dad’ look.

“Not gonna happen, Rob. Sorry.” You crossed your legs and changed the subject.

Richard returned, handing you your fourth drink without looking at you and handing rob his beer. You thanked him quietly and continued to talk to the boys for another hour or two. People slowly started to leave, as it was getting pretty late. The three of you decided to do a few tequila shots mid-drinking session, which proved bad for you as you consistently got more and more drunk. Rob had swapped to water by now, knowing he’d need a straight head if he was going to clean up after everybody once they’d left. You were on your sixth vodka and lemonade, the room was buzzing around you and your voice began to get louder every time you spoke.

“I think I’d better stop drinking now.” Richard said, looking at how many empty beer bottles were by his feet.

“What are you, 15? Can’t you hold your liquor?” You asked, making fun of him. This only enticed him to drink more as he was angry at you for not liking him back, though you were blissfully unaware of that fact.

Richard had had two extra beers in the time between you mocking him and everybody leaving. It was just the three of you left at Robs now, and the two of you decided to help Rob tidy up his house despite how completely obliterated you both were. Rich went around the house with a bin bag, collecting all of the empty bottles and cans. Rob went around collecting all of the empty glasses, cups and plates. You decided to clean the kitchen. You had wiped down all of the surfaces, cleared and polished his table and now you were doing the washing up. The dishwasher was filled to the brim, so you couldn’t fit it all in there. But you were far too awake right now to just sit there and do nothing.

Richard had drank two coffees as he had cleaned around the house with Rob and was now beginning to sober up slightly, at least more than you that is. You had filled the kitchen counter tops with all of the glasses that needed to be dried and put away back into the cupboards but you were still washing things. Richard walked in empty handed and made his way past you. You watched him from behind, damn that man had a nice back. He bent down to grab a can of soda from the bottom of Rob’s fridge and for some reason you had a surge of confidence. You brought the tea-towel up into the air and whipped it back towards Richard’s backside, making a slapping sound as it smacked him on the ass. A loud, high-pitched grunt came from his mouth as he stood up quick and turned around in shock. You never flirted with him, so this made him even more nervous with you. His face was brighter than the petals of a red rose and his eyes were wide.

There was an awkward moment of silence that you broke by giggling quietly.

“What the fuck was that for?” Richard asked, both alarmed and a bit pissed off.

“Well if you’re gonna stick that perky thing out at me, you can’t expect me to not spank you!” You laughed, explaining why you slapped him. You continued to finish the washing up as he stood there embarrassed. After a few quiet moments Rob came in.

“Y/N….you’ve been amazing helping me tonight but it’s almost two in the morning. You guys wanna sleep here tonight?” He offered, a bin bag in both hands. You nodded and Richard told him sure.

“Alrighty, you know where the guest rooms are. You can finish up now I’ll carry on with the glasses in the morning, sweetie.” Rob continued to talk, walking over to you and planting a sweet kiss on your cheek as a thank you. Richards jaw clenched as he watched you flirting with Rob a little. Even if he’d never tell you, he saw you as his. And if any other guy laid a finger on you he got incredibly jealous. You said good night to the pair and went up stairs to your room.

“Dude, you know how much I like her….do you have to flirt with her?”

“I wasn’t flirting, we’re friends and we were being nice. If you like her so much why don’t you ask her out?” Rob retorted.

“I’m going to bed…” Rich sighed and walked past his best friend, making his way upstairs to his own bedroom. He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth first, being last in line after you and Rob had spent five minutes each in there.

He switched off the light in the bathroom, assuming that you and Rob would be asleep by now. The bedroom door creaked slightly as he opened it and slid in, then closing it behind him. He slipped into bed and put his phone on charge before turning onto his side and closing his eyes. As he began to drift off into sleep, the door began to creak again. He lifted his head and opened his eyes to see why the door was making a noise, only to clap eyes on yours.

“Hey…” You whispered, closing the door and walking over to the bed slowly.

“What are you doing, it’s late go to sleep.” Richard groaned, slamming his head back down on the pillow and waiting for you to leave. He didn’t anticipate you to pull the covers up and under them though. He began to fuss about, stuttering over his words.

“Y/N, What are you doing? What are you doing?!” He whisper-shouted. You stayed under the covers, making your way over to his bottoms, pulling them down as soon as you could dig your nails into them.

“Woah…..Y/N……no……stop it…….we’re in Rob’s house…..you can’t just- oh…….fuck! This is a bad idea!” Richards complaints eventually started to stop and turn into moans of pleasure as you worked to please him. He was in for a long night.

You woke in Richard’s bed, your clothes had been disregarded in the early hours of the morning. You groaned, then yawned, then groaned some more as you realised how big a hangover you had. You sat up, pulling on your bra and top and began to wonder where Richard was.

Downstairs Richard and Rob sat with coffee in the kitchen. Richard refused to look at his best friend for a while.

“What’s up with you? You look like death warmed up.” Rob said, breaking the ice.

“Nothing.” Richard said, not bothering to look at him.

“Seriously, buddy. What happened? You can tell me anything.” Richard gave a nervous giggle.

“Nothing happened.” He was being stubborn again. Rob opened his mouth to argue some more, closing it when you stumbled into the kitchen. Richard had his back to you and you walked behind him, leaning down and reaching your arms around his chest. His entire body tensed up and his eyes widened as he gave Rob an alarmed look.

“Morning, handsome. How’s your neck?” You asked, smirking down at the man. Richard furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding what you meant. You pulled the collar of his shirt down slightly to reveal not one, not two, but three rather big and angry love bites. Rob instantly began to cackle like a madman.

“Wow! I mean I knew it would happen eventually but I think I’d have liked it if you hadn’t fornicated under my roof.”

“Dude!” Richard scowled at him, but all Rob could do was chuckle to himself and you joined him. You stood up and left Richard alone, going to make yourself some coffee. Rob leaned over the table and began to whisper to Richard.

“Make. A. Move.” He demanded. Richard stared at him nervously. “Or I’ll ask her out for you and it’ll be way more embarrassing.”

“Fine.” Richard whispered back, rather bitterly. He turned around and watched you for a while before he rose from the table quietly and made his way over to you.

“Y/N…….uh…….um..” He began to nervously scratch the back of his neck, struggling to face you.

“What is it, Rich?” You asked him, giving him full attention for the first time in your life.

“I… um….was wondering if you……wanted to maybe…” He sighed. “Okay I’m really bad at this.” He stated, wincing slightly at how embarrassed he was. You could see his chest heaving up and down quickly. You could hear his breath struggling. Did you really have this effect on him? Could he really like you? I mean yes you had just had sex a few hours ago, but you assumed that was because of the alcohol on his side and nothing else. Could you be wrong?

“Fuck this.” Richard shouted. Before you could ask what he meant, he launched himself forward and the two of you crashed into the wall of the kitchen as his lips crashed into yours in an intense and needy kiss. Everything faded away from your world as he kissed you, but it all came tumbling back when he pulled away.

“God…..I love you…..” Richard almost whined his words, pressing his forehead against yours and clenching his eyes shut.

“I…….I know.” You said. He opened his eyes and looked into yours, beginning to scowl again.

“Why are you giving me that look? Did I do something wrong?” You asked, your nerves growing in your belly.

Your attention was brought to Rob sat at the table with his coffee. He was howling with laughter but you couldn’t pinpoint why.

“Dude, you just got Han Solo’d!” He shouted at Richard, who in return gave him the grumpiest of looks. You began to giggle in realization of what you said. Richard rolled his eyes.

“What I meant to say was….I love you too.”

And with that, Richard gave you the sweetest and most innocent of smiles you had ever seen.

A Taste For Danger

Part 1 - Just A Little Taste 

Logan Rossi is a Sicilian Mob Boss that is known to the world as a top CEO in cyber security. You are a PR Coordinator for one of England’s top agencies. What happens when both your paths cross and you are pulled into his world? Will you both choose safety or will you choose love?

Rating: M, 18+ (Violence, SMUT, Language, the usual)
If you are under the age of 18, do not read this!!

This story will be written from the readers and Logan’s perspective - it will be noted at the beginning of each chapter

A/N: One day I will be able to write something and just let it be that one thing. In the meantime, enjoy the super cheesy synopsis and this first part. In celebration of Westworld receiving 22 nominations, the excitement of SDCC 17  and our boy Ben playing this incredibly dangerous yet makesmewannadropmypanties character!

Special thanks to @kisen95 for making the beautiful aesthetic (I made two minor changes) and inspiring me. Thanks @delos-mio for betaing this for me - the comments helped a lot! 


Permanent Tags: @la-fille-en-aiguilles, @ladyblablabla, @starless-skyox @livelearnandtravel @sci-fi-and-funny

Reader Prospective

Zip. Ping. Pop.

Silence. Repeat.

Zing. Ping. Pop.

The sound of bullets echoed across the isolated parking garage, hitting cars and cement blocks as the repetitive sounds run loudly in your ear. You were crouched behind one of the said cars, holding your breath as you clutched the light metal suitcase close to you. You tried to concentrate on something else, something that could distract you from the fear of losing your life versus those three constant sounds.


You closed your eyes, trying to will the situation away. A soft thud brought you back to the present and you didn’t want to know how the man had met his end. Instead, you focused on the sounds, the three repetitive sounds and tried to will them to something else.

Bam. Pow. Bam.

You understood why media had transformed those sounds, lethal and deadly echoes and made them comical. It alleviated the fear.

The distraction had also worked.

The sounds of shooting had been muted, leaving only one man who had temporarily stopped his assault on the both of you. You turned your head to the right, letting the cold metal of the car that you were pressed against cool your hot cheek calm you as you watched Logan, his eyes diligent as he reloaded his gun. He was wearing a light cream suit that was now covered in debris and blood. His blood? Someone else’s?

You would never know. He would never tell you.

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arrenemris  asked:

“I don’t need a Prince Charming saving me.” + KC, pretty please

Thanks darling Madina @arrenemris, great prompt (and so sorry for the delay). It became something unexpected so the prompt kind of evolved hehe. I was watching one of my fave Shakespearian film adaptions recently, so this modern spin is where the inspiration came from. Also because Beatrice and Benedick ARE Klaroline ( you know, just saying)! Also it is a bit of a different take on Klaus for once but I hope you like this still : )

Much Ado About Nothing

“Klaus Mikaelson doesn’t even need to act,” Katherine observed from the wings. She and Caroline were watching him and his younger brother Kol, who was playing Katherine’s love interest Claudio, rehearse centre stage. “He is Benedick.”

“Yeah, you’ve got that right. An arrogant and smug know-it-all,” Caroline muttered. “I can’t believe I have to kiss him, I mean who knows where those lips have been before? I might even need to sanitise my mouth afterwards.”

Klaus had quite the reputation in theatre circles as a ladies man and from all reports it was fairly common for his on-stage romances to carry over off-stage. But only for the duration of the production because after that he apparently moved onto his next project and next unwitting co-star. Caroline knew for a fact that she had no interest in being his latest victim.

“Well, I had to kiss his brother in rehearsal yesterday.”


“It was okay, I suppose,” she offered indifferently, her eyes flickering to the front row of the theatre where the show’s director sat keeping a watchful eye over proceedings. While extremely handsome, Caroline had noticed just how brooding he was given the deep set frown he wore most of the time during rehearsals.

“But not an Elijah Mikaelson kind of kiss,” Caroline teased. The chemistry between the reverred director and Katherine, who was playing Hero, had been palpable to say the least.

“He’s far too serious for me,” she murmured, although her gaze remained unflinching.

“Yes, because that seems to be such an issue,” Caroline joked. “I can practically see the drool, Pierce.”

“Funny roomie,” Katherine drawled.

They’d been best friends for as long as Caroline could remember and it was comforting to have someone in the same field who always had your back, especially when you moved to a foreign and big city like London. For the most part she liked it, not only because it was a vibrant and intriguing city with plenty to do but because she felt a lot more immersed in her role being there. 

It was unusual to cast Americans for such classic Shakespearian roles but Katherine and Caroline were highly skilled actresses and had impressed Elijah Mikaelson during the audition. Something she’d been told wasn’t such an easy feat.

What she hadn’t expected was just how frustrating her co-star would be. She’d heard the stories about Klaus Mikaelson, everyone had, but Caroline liked to give people the benefit of the doubt given just how misleading the media could be when it came to celebrity gossip. 

Klaus however had proven to be just as insufferable as she’d expected. She would have complained but it was kind of difficult when one brother was the director of the production and the other one playing a leading role.

When she’d met Klaus at the initial table read a few weeks earlier, he’d been equal parts frustrating and arrogant. He may of been an outstanding actor, that much she couldn’t dispute, but he didn’t have to act like he knew it in front of the entire cast. Caroline knew types just like him and the thought of having to co-star in such close proximity was going to be a struggle. 

After rehearsals a few days later, Klaus had propositioned her and then, after she rejected his blatant advances, he’d proceeded to ignore her. Not only was he conceited, he was also a man child in her view.

Caroline had subsequently made the decision to act professionally on stage and then hopefully never cross paths with Klaus Mikaelson ever again. Unfortunately she had to get through another two weeks of rehearsals and a three month season on the West End before she could put any miles between them. 

The only upside she’d decided was being able to look at his pretty face for extended periods. He may of been an ass but there was no doubting his extremely good looks.

“You can’t lie to me Pierce, I know you too well,” Caroline replied.

“Says the girl who supposedly doesn’t want to kiss Klaus Mikaleson,” she sing songed, nudging her in the ribs teasingly.

“Who wants to kiss me?” A very familiar and annoying voice enquired behind them. She gave Katherine a brief dirty look and then closed her eyes momentarily, trying to come up with a sassy response. There was no way she was going to inflate his oversized ego any further. “I know I’m irresistible but..”

“Nobody,” she shot back, thinking just how lame it sounded. She spun around on her heel to face him defiantly, there was no way Klaus Mikaelson was going to intimidate her. “Unfortunately I have to do it though. Luckily I’m getting some form of monetary compensation for that particularly unpleasant task.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll try to make it as least unpleasant as possible for you, princess,” he quipped moving dangerously closer, those annoying dimples appearing from nowhere and flashing in her direction. Caroline only hoped that her cheeks weren’t as flushed as they felt at that particular moment.

“Listen up everyone,” Elijah called out from front of stage. Caroline was relieved for the interruption at that particular moment. Especially given he was standing entirely too close and his aftershave was messing with her concentration. “I want to practice the Benedick and Beatrice scene in Act 5 scene 2 after the break.” Caroline knew what that meant, the kiss she’d been dreading for weeks.

“I think he heard your desperate cries for that kissing scene,” Klaus smirked, his hot breath tickling her earlobe. She reached up attempting to swat him out of her personal space, making connection with his cheek. “How did you know I liked it rough?” Caroline didn’t respond, just pushed past him towards backstage. She needed a drink to steady her nerves, she just wished it was straight vodka and not water.

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  1. ‘’You say the sweetest thigs to me _____’’
  2. ‘’Well when you say it like that …’’
  3. Kissing booth
  4. ‘’I can’t believe you talked me into this’’
  5. ‘’Stop making good points, It’s too late for me to argue like this’’
  6. ‘’The next time knock instead of just bursting into the room’
  7. ‘’Just shut up and kiss me’’
  8. ‘’If we don’t do it now, we’ll never do it. It’s now or never’’
  9. ‘’You’re mine and I don’t plan on sharing’’
  10. ‘’Are you asking me on a date or trying to kill me?’’
  11. Carnival fair
  12. ‘’Ice cream or vodka or both?’’
  13. ‘’You know what else sound fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork!’’
  14. “- Wanna make out? \ - I thought you said you wanted to take things slow? \ - Wanna make out slowly?”
  15. Pillow fight
  16. “Sweetie, you need me more than I need you’’
  17. “You just don’t appreciate my delightful sense of humor.” 
  18. ‘’Such a shame you’re wasting all your time with that bitch’’
  19. ‘’Make me’’
  20. ‘’After all this time, it just doesn’t surprise me anymore’’
  21. ‘’Touch my ass one more time and ill kick yours’’
  22. ‘’Its 3 am and we’re drunk, what should we do next?’’
  23. ‘’It’s scary how you can love someone so much without them even noticing’’
  24. ‘’My life would be so much easier If I’d just stop falling for those jerks“
  25. ‘’Just accept that you’ll need really know me!’’
  26. ‘’Why do you hate me so much?’’
  27. “I’m such a mess, why do you even like me?’’
  28. ‘’Maybe all of this was just a mistake …’’
  29. ‘’Dont you dear pretend its not your fault’’
  30. ‘’Am I hearing a challenge?’’
  31. ‘’Because, after all this time I’m still into you’’
  32. ‘’Whats the fun in following the rules?’’
  33. ‘’It’s so frustrating, I want to kill you and kiss you at the same time’’
  34. ‘’I don’t know what love is, but I know I’ve never felt like this’’
  35. ‘’Can you please stop the teasing for god sakes?!’’
  36. ‘’Dont pretend you never saw me sneaking out I the middle of the night’’
  37. ‘’He’ll just break your heart’’

So this is how it work: you choose one or more prompts and send the number to me plus the character you want it be about (list of characters you can choose) and any clarification or extra information you want me to know before writing the imagine. Send your requestes HERE

[Jus to clarify, not all of these are mine, some are from other blogs or a phrase from a TV show or even lyrics from a song]

Hope you like it!

Kisses xoxo

I found his jumper part 12|| D.H.

First Part, Second Part, Third Part, Fourth Part, Fifth Part, Sixth Part, Seventh Part, Eighth Part, Ninth Part, Tenth Part, Eleventh Part

A/N: wow wow wow. here is part 12. I somehow really liked writing this part. I hope you like reading it as well.

Word Count: 1.5K


Originally posted by smiiseveny

The big crowd was cheering with anticipation. The stands were filled with students wearing the school’s colour red. I wasn’t really the type to attend the football games on Saturdays. Back home I watched football on the TV with my dad, but I never went to my high school’s matches. Now that my boyfriend was the captain of the team I had to come. Not that I would complain. It was actually quiet exciting.

“Let me find Dan real quick. He said he wants to see me before the game starts.” I told Hayley while we pushed through a couple of people on the way to some free seats.

“Okay, what if I’m gonna get us some snacks while you go and suck his face off” my green haired friend offered, making me roll my eyes.

I agreed anyway and handed her my wallet while I told her my order.

As quickly as the many people let me I made my way to the dressing rooms where Dan was already waiting for me outside.

“There you are, baby.” he exclaimed as soon as he spotted me, clearly happy to see me. He was already wearing his football uniform. The shoulder pads really showed off how broad his shoulders were. With his left hand he carried his red helmet which he was going to need in less than ten minutes. As soon as I reached him he took me into a big hug. My chest was pressed against his padded one. I could tell that he was nervous and somehow that made him even more affectionate than he normally already was. Today’s game was an important one. There was a lot of pressure on him since he was the captain.

“You’ll do great.” I assured him as he let go of me. He ran his fingers through his brown hair and slightly nodded. “I hope so. I wouldn’t wanna let the team down.”

I smiled up at him and got on my tiptoes to kiss my tall boyfriend as the door to the dressing rooms opened.

“The game starts in five minutes, captain.” one of Dan’s teammates shouted and added a ‘sorry’ as he saw what we were doing. I giggled into the kiss and let go of him.

“You better go now, captain.” I chirped, ready to head back the where Hayley was waiting for me.  

“Wait a second, Rose.” Dan said and held me back by holding onto my hand.

“I have a spare jersey and I thought you may want to wear it?” he asked and showed me his red jersey that said ‘HOWELL’ on the back.

I couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear and without having to answer him I took the shirt he held out for me and put it on over my regular one. It was a bit big, but I couldn’t care less.

'Howell, the game is about to start! Get your ass on the field!’ I heard some boys shout in the background. They seemed like they were close to freaking out.

“One last good luck kiss?” Dan asked, raising his eyebrows, making me laugh.

“Fine.” I groaned with a smile before I pressed my lips against his. Although thousands of people in the stands were talking and cheering everything seemed to go silent as soon as we kissed.

Suddenly we weren’t in a hurry anymore and I felt Dan relax against me.

“Good luck, baby.” I whispered as we separated.

When I plopped down on the plastic seat next to Hayley she had already eaten half of her snack. I apologized for taking so long but she just shrugged and handed me the drink she had bought for me. The game was going to start in a few seconds. Both teams were entering the field now accompanied by cheers and shouts. I immediately spotted Dan. He was scanning the tribunes with his eyes and smiled as soon as he saw me. I chuckled and waved in his direction.

“Wait were you already wearing that shirt when we came here?” Hayley asked confused, during the kick-off. I shook my head no and turned around to show her the back.

“Of course he would give you his shirt, that cheesy shit.” she laughed.

Luckily Dan had had no reasons to worry at all. They were clearly the much better team and were in the lead throughout the whole match. Students were going crazy whenever they scored and Dan did an amazingly great job. It was a bit hard to concentrate for me sometimes, because damn that boy looked hot while playing football. My eyes were just following him most of the time. I also watched Phil and Caleb play for a bit before I focused on Dan again. It was especially hard see him get tackled and honestly I had to grab Hayley’s hand a few times.

“Oh my god, Dan you were awesome. Congrats.” I shouted as soon as I had pushed trough all the people who were trying to congratulate the players as well. I basically tackled him into a hug.

Dan quickly took his helmet off, revealing his sweaty hobbit hair. He was still breathing unevenly and gulped down some water from a bottle that was given to him by his coach.

“That’s because we had the most beautiful lucky charm in the world.” Dan whispered into my ear so only I could hear it. I couldn’t help but blush while he discussed some details of the game with all the others. They were still filled with adrenaline and shouting although there was no need to. Dan had wrapped his arm wrapped around my waist, pressing me against his side, showing everybody that we were together. Me wearing his jersey also added to that picture and since we were talking about Dan Howell the popular football player everybody on campus obviously already knew that we were dating.

“You coming to the party, captain?” the blonde Running Back who was new on the team asked Dan.

He shot me a questioning look as if he was waiting for my okay. I simply shrugged and nodded.

“You are the captain, you can’t miss that.” I smiled.

After about 10 minutes of chatting, Dan disappeared in his changing room to shower and change while I quickly headed back to my dorm with Hayley so we could change into something more appropriate for a wild victory party.

Hayley wasn’t that fond of the football team, but I convinced her to go there with me. Dan was already waiting for me at the party and Phil was there too, so that’s already two awesome people.

“You know that I hate parties, Rose.” Hayley groaned while I dragged her up the stairs to some boy’s room. We could already hear the enormously loud music before we had even reached the wide open door. The blond dude from earlier welcomed us with a friendly nod. We entered the flat that was stuffed with people. There was stinging smoke in the air and the smell of cheap alcohol made me feel sick. The football team was easy to spot since they were the centre of attention. A crowd of mainly girls had formed around them. One of the players wasn’t wearing a shirt anymore and several females were running their hands over his well defined chest.  

“Who needs girlfriends when you got booze and sluts” he shouted, swinging his vodka bottle.

The whole football team that was surrounding him raised their glasses and cheered enthusiastically. My eyes landed on Dan, beer bottle in the air and hooting with agreement. My heart sunk at the sight.

“Assholes.” I heard Hayley snap next to me and I couldn’t believe what message my boyfriend was supporting.  

Soon after the rest of the football team was attacked by thirsty girls I saw Dan make his way through the crowd towards me.

“Hey, baby.” he whispered and tried to kiss me, but I turned my face to escape his pink lips. He obviously had a few sips of alcohol already and looked at me in confusion.

“Do you wanna dance?” he tried again, looking me deep in the eye.

“Actually, I was just about to leave. This kind of party is not really my thing.” I said through gritted teeth.

“Rose, please. Did I do something wrong? I really don’t want you to leave and-” he started but I was quick to interrupt him.

“Why do you even care Dan? Who needs girlfriends when you got booze and sluts, right?” and with that I turned on my heels and  headed towards the door.

Originally posted by wantniallie

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Niall Blurb - The Breakup: Part Two

Six months had passed since Olivia had walked out of Niall’s hotel room and out of Niall’s life. The aftermath of their breakup had been splashed all over magazines and internet sites for months before it settled down. Olivia had gone back to her small hometown and hid out at her parent’s place while it all blew over. It was pretty much the adult version of running away and hiding but she had nowhere else to go. The peace and tranquility of waking up every day to the quiet stillness of nature did wonders for her writer’s block and she began working on her third novel in earnest. Her editor and publishing house were thrilled. She, on the other hand, was still a wreck.

Six months later and she still hadn’t gotten over him. She still missed everything about him. His smile, his laugh, his accent, the way his eyes lit up when he saw her, the way his body felt pressed against hers when they made love. Everything. Every day hurt just as much as the last and she wondered if she was going to go on like this forever. Her parents worried about her but didn’t ask too many questions. She was a twenty-eight year old woman and capable of handling her personal affairs. Her friends tried to shield her from anything having to do with him but that was nearly impossible. Niall’s new album had just dropped and he was everywhere. Literally, everywhere. Talk shows, late night shows, awards shows, her radio, her television – everywhere she looked, he was there. She made the mistake of watching him on James Corden’s late night show one night and she couldn’t believe how amazing he looked and how amazing he sounded. The sound was beautiful and she knew, deep down, that it was about her. She had cried for days after watching it. She had also spit out three chapters of the new novel. So there was that.

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Swipe Right It Is

pairing: Phan

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 4,024 words

status: finished

warnings: mentions of abuse, nothing graphic

Summary: In a world where superpowers are prevalent, it doesn’t mean everyone’s special. Although Phil is gifted with the power of time travel, Dan finds himself without one. When they meet in a night of desperation, Phil musters the courage to finally find love in normality.

A/N: HEY BUDS! I want to start by saying thank you all so much for staying patient. I know I don’t post a lot, but it’s the support of all of you that make it all worth it. If you’ve been around for a while, you would know that I don’t write over the summer because I go to a summer camp, but I will be sure to think of new ideas for when I get back. I’m thinking that this is the second-to-last fic that I’ll post, so I hope you enjoy it! Heeeeeeere we go!

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pinwheel premonitions

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger
Prompt: Day 4: Traditions for @dhrfaves

Notes: Modern, non-magical college AU because apparently, I’m trash? Also, it was never a thing I thought I’d ever be into, but HA HA HA we have the best writers ever. [hangs head] Deck me.

Hermione Granger has always lived a highlighter-and-ruler, bullet-point and color-coding life. She’s an excellent record-keeper, has an A+ memory - she’s her own awesome executive assistant, basically; Donna Paulsen would be proud. Anal-retentive has been tossed around both as a pat-on-the-head, condescending endearment (Ron and Harry) and as an insult (everyone else), but, like - so what? 

Summa cum laude takes effort, and like - she enjoys it, to be honest, the proverbial “stick” up her behind. Enjoys the text-book print of her planner, the neatness, the aesthetic. And besides, it’s not like, a disorder or anything, it’s not something that she had to sit across a couch to figure out. And, occasionally, she throws her plans up in the air, so. It’s all well and good, do come off it, Harry

If anything, this passionate attempt to keep to her plans and schedules, this regimented state of being, it helps her keep with tradition - like the pre-game vodka-and-ketchup ritual for the boys, and the spring break pursuit of “protecting ladies from Broodingly Soulful Young Men” drunk-blogging with Fleur, and, for tonight, the anticipated New Year’s Eve pinwheel tournament. 

She’s had it penciled in for months.

Tonight, she’s letting loose. 

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