i should make it again sometime soon

Social Butterfly (Jason Todd x Reader)

@ahs-elsa :Could you write a Jason Todd one shot where the reader is super shy around him, so he thinks that she doesn’t like him & it sort of pisses him off and he rants about it to the other Robins and they’re like “dude she’s like in love with you” please?:D”

Schninner: Why of course!!! This is such an adorable idea, but I am pretty sure I butchered it. So apologies, but I hope you like it! This was also WAY longer than expected…

(Reader is a Female)

Key: [F/B] – Favorite book

Warnings: Just a few cuss words,

Word count: 1317

Master List


You lounged comfortably on the couch inside of the Wayne manor’s living room reading one of your favorite book. You stretched out feeling the warmth of the fire spread through you, and let out a lazy yawn as you curled back once more and continued reading.

Some might find it weird to be so comfortable in a home that wasn’t yours, and if it were any other house, you wouldn’t have even asked to use the bathroom. You were just that timid. This just happened to be the house of your best friend Dick Grayson. You guys had met when you were kids, and both went to Gotham Academy. You had been the awkward and quiet girl that nobody noticed, and you were perfectly fine with that. People had always made you extremely nervous, you just never knew what to say to them, so you tended just to keep to yourself.

Most people just ignored you, but Dick was not most people. He had seemed to make it his mission to befriend you, and in the end, he had succeeded. It wasn’t long before you guys started hanging out, and as the years went by, he eventually introduced you to his family.

You were quiet around them at first, but after a while you warmed up to them and essentially became a part of the family. You loosened up and become more vocal toward everyone in the family. Well… almost everybody.

Jason Todd. That was the name of probably the most gorgeous man alive, and it wasn’t even his looks that made him attractive to you. You loved how he acted like such a rugged bad boy, but in reality, he was just a big dork. You loved the way his blue eyes lit up whenever he heard someone mention his favorite book. And his smile? There were no words to describe the feeling in your stomach whenever he flashed you one of his dazzling smiles.

Of course, you had never told Jason this. In fact, you could never seem to form full sentences when you were around Jason. You spoke, but your more were usually incoherent mumbles or grunts. Simple to say, you didn’t talk to him much.

Just then, Dick plopped himself down right by your feet.

“Hiya [F/N]! What ‘cha reading?” he asked snatching the book away from your grasp.

“Dick, what the hell?” You squeaked in surprise as your friend looked at your book’s cover.

“[F/B]? Oh no, [F/N] not you to!” He said with an exasperated groan.

“What are you talking about-?” You start as you try to snatch you book back.

That’s when a hand reached up from above you two and grasped the book, removing it from Dick’s hands. A pair or bright blue eyes danced with excitement as they read the title of the book. Jason Todd then took his eyes off the book and looked to you, he smiled brightly as he spoke, causing your heart to flutter.

“[F/B]?! No way! [F/N] you like this series too?”

You nodded, avoiding any and all eye contact while letting out a small, “Mmm hmm.”

“Oh, don’t you just love the part when…” He went on and on bringing up several of your own favorite parts of the book. You gave him a small smile and nodded your head while he was speaking.

His phone then beeped a few times, causing him to pause while he was in the middle of angrily ranting about the antagonist o the book. He eyed the phone and gave a slight frown.

“Well, duty calls.” He said gesturing to his phone.

He handed you back your book, his thumb, accidentally brushing against yours, almost sent you into shock.

“It’ been fun talking books with you [F/N], we should do it again sometime.” He said as he walked toward the front door.

You managed to make a barely audible, “Mmm hmm,” and a little wave before the door shut gently behind him.  You stared at the door for a while before turning around to find Dick smiling at you mischievously.

“What?” You said, trying to act as casual as possible.

“OOOHH!!! [F/N] got a crush on Jaybird!!!!!” He teased giving you a wide smile.

“Grow up Grayson! I do not!” but as soon as you said it, you felt your cheeks burn bright red.

“I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!” He replied giddily bouncing up and down on the couch like a six-year-old on Christmas day.

You groaned in defeat, and slumped into the couch covering your now bright red face with your book. He was never going to let this go.


Jason Todd did not get you. It wasn’t as if he didn’t try, in fact, some might say he’s tried a little too hard to understand you or get your attention. But it seemed to him that whenever he was around, you would tense up and immediately grow silent avoiding pretty much all eye contact.

At first, he thought you were just shy, but he quickly diminished this idea when he saw you casually chatting with Tim and Damian. He had tried to enter the conversation, but you had immediately found an excuse to leave the conversation.

At first, he thought he might have done something to upset you, but then he realized that you had never been in a conversation long enough for him to have insulted you in any way.

Then, a thought had crossed his mind.

“What if she just doesn’t like me?”

And that idea really pissed him off. It wasn’t just because he had had a crush on you ever since Dick introduced you to everyone, but mostly because he had done nothing wrong.

This is what Jason had been angrily ranting about to Tim, Dick, and Babs for the past 40 minutes. (Damian was there at one point, but he had “refused to tolerate listening to Todd’s sad love life.” Then left)

“… it just really pisses me off!” He angrily stated while walking back and forth.

Babs just sighed, this wasn’t the first time she had listened to Jason rant about you.

“Jay! Just relax, [F/N] is too sweet to hate anybody, your just over reacting.”

Tim gave Barbara an unsure look, “I’m not so sure Babs, I mean, why else would [F/N] not talk to him?”

Jason gestured toward Tim, “Thank you!” he shouted before collapsing in a nearby chair. He sighed angrily and leaned over, placing his head in his hands. He gave his head a firm shake before looking up. He looked over to where Dick was standing… silently?

“What’s up with you? Why are you all quiet all of the sudden?” Jason asked Dick.

Dick’s eyes widened, “Who? Me? Nothing’s wrong! I don’t know anything!” His voice cracked, and he quickly averted his eyes away from Jason’s.

Jason, Tim, and Babs all gave each other confused glances. Jason stood up from his chair and walked slowly up to Dick.

“Richard Grayson, you know something, don’t you?”

“Whaaat? Pfft! No…”

Jason looked at Dick with suspicion, “Well that’s a bummer, cause it would really be helpful if- “

“[F/N] doesn’t hate you, she’s just really really shy especially around you because she has a MEGA crush on you and she made me promise not to tell you but here I am telling you and she is going to kill me if she ever finds out so please don’t tell her that I told you!” The words came rushing out of his mouth, and as soon as he finished talking his shoulders slumped as if a large burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

“So… yeah.”

Jason looked at the older male with wide eyed shock. His heart seemed to be beating faster by the second, and he could feel his face grows bright red. She-she likes me?

“Holy shi-! “

Got7 reaction to someone trying to flirt with you in front of them

Mark: You two were at a party that JYP was hosting. When you two arrived Mark left you to say hello to some staff members and other artists. You went to get a drink when a JYP trainee approach you. “What’s a beautiful thing like yourself doing here all alone?” You tried to ignore him but he was persisent. He kept talking to you not taking the hint you weren’t interested. Mark stopped talking to his friends and noticed the trainee talking to you. To say he was mad was an understatement. His blood was boiling in anger of the thought of you being harrassed. He marched over to the trainee and pushed him away from you.

“What do you think you are doing talking to my girlfriend? Stay away from her!’

Originally posted by mayfifolle

JB: JB is someone who I feel will get jealous quickly. He will not like it when guys he doesn’t know talk to you. So when he sees any guy approaching you he will be quick to throw an arm around you to make sure people know you are taken. You two will be at a restaurant when he left to go to the restroom. As soon as he left another guy came and took his seat. “You should ditch that guy and come hang out with me instead.” You tried to get him to leave you alone but he refused and insisted you leave with him. Jaebum came out of the restroom and saw what was happening. His fists started clenching ready to knock this guy on his ass. He stormed over to you and grabbed your arm ready to leave the place.

“Do you have a death wish? Get out of here before I make you regret ever laying your eyes on MY girlfriend.”

Originally posted by sugaglos

Jackson: Jackson would be bugging you about all the junk food you’re eating and insisted you two go to the store and buy healthier food. After listening to his constant complaining you finally agreed. You were having fun and was laughing at Jackson’s antics. You finally had enough food and decided to go to the check out. You were going to pay until Jackson gently pushed you away and payed for everything. While he was busy paying, the cashier turned to you and gave you a flirty smile. “Well aren’t you a pretty thing. How about I take you on a date when my shift is over?” Jackson abruptly stopped what he was doing and stared at the cashier. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you toward him. 

“Hello. I don’t think you noticed me but I’m this pretty thing’s boyfriend. I would like it if you didn’t flirt with her in front of me. I don’t want to cause a scene here.”

Originally posted by pinkjuho

Jinyoung: When ever you two were out in public or anywhere, Jinyoung never left your side. He was always a gentleman and never left you anywhere alone and made it almost impossible for any strangers to come up and hit on you with him there. However when you were at a coffee shop and was waiting for Jinyoung to come back with the drinks one individual approached you. “I couldn’t help but notice a beautiful girl like yourself standing here by her lonesome so I had to come keep you company.” Your tried telling him you had a boyfriend and to back off but he refused to listen and instead tried to get closer to you. Jinyoung came back and saw with disbelief that this guy wasn’t backing off when it was obvious you were trying to get him away from you. He marched over ready to tell this guy off.

“Do you not see she isn’t interested? Are you blind or something? You really shouldn’t flirt with other people’s girlfriends anyway. That’s just rude.”

Originally posted by the-princejinyoung

Youngjae: This poor boy would have no idea what to do if anyone came up to you and just started flirting with you. He would just be confused as to how this even happen and if what he was hearing was right. He would watch in bewilderment that a man he didn’t know approached you at the event you were attending and started talking to you. “Can I get your gorgeous self a drink?” He watched the man wink at you and knew then that his suspicions were correct. He would sped walk towards you and back hug you tightly while trying to give the guy a hard glare.

“Sorry but this girl is already taken. Please go find another girl to flirt with.”

Originally posted by got7-garbage

Bambam: You two would be shopping when Bambam decided to drag you into a store so you could try on dresses for the event you will be attending later on in the week. You both would fall in love with a particularly beautiful dress but it wasn’t your size so Bambam left to go see if they had an extra one in the back. When he was gone, you continued browsing the other dresses to see if there was anything else you’d like when a dress was pratically shoved into your hands. “I think you would look hot in this dress. Maybe you should try it on for me.” The man attempted to give you a flirty smile. You looked at the dress and cringed at how much cleavage it would be showing. Bambam came back with the dress you both loved in his hands. He ripped the dress the man gave you out of your hands and shoved it back to the guy. 

“There is no way my girlfriend would be caught wearing that. You have awful taste. Please step away from (Y/n) and don’t let me catch you talking to her again.”

Originally posted by jypnior

Yugyeom: You would be his first real girlfriend so he would be quick to anger if he sees anything or anyone upsetting you. He doesn’t like it when anyone makes you uncomfortable and takes away your smile even for a second. So when he sees a guy approaching you at the birthday party you both were attending he would immediately start heading towards the two of you. “Hey I think you’re cute and we should go out sometime.” As soon as those words left his mouth, Yugyeom could feel anger take over his body. He speed up and placed himself in front of you and stared down the other male.

I’m only going to warn you once to back off. She’s already with me and I don’t need any other guys trying to take her from me.

Originally posted by j-miki

I hope you guys like this. Please continue to send in requests. 😊❤️

My North Star (pt 7)

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

A/N: I think I’m close to being done guys!? PLEASE give me feedback y’all! :D This is the third part I’m publishing this week, I’m proud of myself. ALSO as of midnight today, it is officially my birthday (02/16 yo girl is officially 21)~~ I’d like to thank everyone who has given me support for writing this series, especially since it’s my first! I guess this is my bday gift to you guys XD

Genre: Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k 

Summary: You were in love with your best friend, the one constant in your life. But what happens when the new girl comes along? And another guy tries to win your heart?

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 

I don’t have a masterlist. I’m sorry (not sorry) for my lazy ass XD

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8

One small fact: you are going to die. Despite every effort, no one lives forever. Sorry to be such a spoiler. My advice is when the time comes, don’t panic. It doesn’t seem to help. I guess I should introduce myself properly. But then again, you’ll meet me soon enough. Not before your time, of course. I make it a policy to avoid the living. Well, except sometimes. Once in a very long time, I can’t help myself. I get interested.
The book thief (2013)

Sawing Logs

Dedicated to @winemum-ignis​ because she put up with me sharing my ridiculous idea about Ignis snoring (and she incorporated it into her headcanons 8D).  Based on my husband because I never get any fucking sleep if he falls asleep first.

Gladnis, no spoilers!

This had to stop.  Noct couldn’t take another night of Ignis’ snoring.

They’d been camping the past four days, and Noctis didn’t know if it was because Ignis wasn’t supported enough by the bedrolls or something else, but it was absolutely hellish to share the tent with him because he snored like a behemoth.

“Gladio.  For gods’ sakes.  Can’t you do something about it?”  Noctis attempted to stoke the fire back to life as he glowered up at the Shield.  “He’s your boyfriend.”

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anonymous asked:

I know we have had a chubby MC in the past. But, what about this (if I may ask):The characters finding out that chubby!MC has been doing some unhealthy things to lose weight because she feels like she’s not worthy enough to be with them as she looks now. (BTW: Love your blog!!!! <3 )

Author’s note: yoooo, long time no post, eh? TRIGGER WARNING: eating disorders!!!  please take care of yourselves… you’re all beautiful :)

Yoosung

  • he knew something was wrong when you two went to your favorite restaurant
  • and the only thing you ordered was a coffee
  • “MC?”
  • “What’s up?”
  • “Are you just… not hungry?”
  • “Oh… no, I ate before we came.”
  • lies
  • yoosung had been with you all day
  • and not once did you have bite to eat
  • but he decide to keep his mouth shut, until the car ride home
  • “Why did you lie to me?”
  • you looked over at the blonde behind the wheel
  • “What?”
  • “You said you ate, b-but I  know you didn’t.
  • “Oh… that.”
  • you started to mess with your hands
  • “Well, I stopped eating as much as I normally do a couple weeks ago, and then yesterday you told me I had looking better recently. So… I decided to continue, until I-I look my best for you-”
  • you were cut off by the swerving of the car
  • “Yoosung?”
  • his eyes were watering
  • slowly, he pulled over to the side of the road
  • “Yoosung, I-”
  • he unbuckled and reached over, hugging you
  • “MC, I didn’t mean to make you do this! I-I love you so much, and I would never want you to treat your body like this. I should be trying to look better for you! You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, a-and… a-and…”
  • he started crying harder
  • “Please eat. Please eat again. I’ll make you all the meals you want!! Even those gross v-veggies you like!”
  • “Brussel sprouts?”
  • “Yes!”
  • soon your tears matched Yoosung’s
  • on the way  home, he stopped by the grocery store
  • and when you two got home
  • he made a whole plate full of brussel sprouts
  • and watched you eat the whole thing

Zen

  • All it took was one time
  • One letter
  • One sentence
  • You read Zen’s fan mail all the time
  • Mainly bc you’re hella nosey but sometimes the fans mention you
  • So when Zen dropped a stack of envelopes, you helped yourself
  • “Bill, bill, complaint from Jumin, Bill, OH HERE ARE A COUPLE!”
  • You flipped through them, but stopped when you saw one labeled “Your girlfriend.”
  • You tore it open without any hesitation
  • I wonder…
  • As you scanned the page, your heart dropped
  • “Ugly… Loud mouth… stringy hair…”
  • “…Too fat to stand by your side…”
  • Zen walked over to the table
  • “Whatcha reading, babe?”
  • You quickly put the letter in your back pocket and held up Jumin’s letter
  • “Oh, nothing. Jumin sent you another note.”
  • “I swear, if this is about me taking his parking spot, AGAIN, I’m going to quit.”
  • You faked a laugh and looked away
  • “H-hey, I’m going to go to bed early…”
  • “Without eating dinner?”
  • You choked back a sob
  • “Yeah.”
  • Zen stared at you as you walked away
  • You went into the bathroom and turned the sink on
  • looking at the toilet, you grimaced
  • You have to do this… for Zen
  • Little did you know
  • He had watched as the letter fell out of your back pocket he was checking out your ass when it happened
  • You tied your hair back and bent over the toilet
  • Here goes-
  • “MC? MC open this door right now.”
  • “I’m a little busy, Zen.”
  • “Busy with what?”
  • “Uh…”
  • He didn’t wait for your response
  • When he saw you kneeling by the toilet, his heart broke
  • It one quick movement he picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom
  • “Zen-“
  • No.”
  • He set you down and kneeled in front of you, taking your hands in his
  • “You are so beautiful. You are so perfect. You are the love of my life, MC. So, don’t you dare let some jealous fan tell you otherwise.”
  • When he kissed your hand, you his warm tears fall on them
  • The next day, Zen made an announcement, saying he wasn’t going to accept fan mail for awhile
  • “I am extremely disappointed with my fan base, and the way they talk about my lovely girlfriend. The next time I hear even the tiniest of rumors about her, I will resign.”
  • And you never got hate from a fan again

Jaehee

  • After weeks of begging
  • Jaehee finally got a much needed day off
  • She was sOOO excited to spend the day with you
  • You two talked about how you wanted to spend the day
  • But after about five minutes of discussion, you both agreed on just staying at the house in your pjs
  • Jaehee organized the mail, cleaned her closet, and did all of the chores she never had time for with her work schedule
  • But through the day he noticed something
  • You hadn’t eaten anything
  • You were on the computer when she asked
  • “Hey, MC, have you had anything to eat today?”
  • “…What?”
  • “Are you hungry?”
  • “Nah, I had a cup of coffee this morning!”
  • She walked up to you and put a hand on your shoulder
  • “That was 8 hours ago… what’s going on?”
  • “I-I’m trying to lose weight…”
  • Now it was Jaehee’s turn to be confused
  • “What?”
  • You turned back to the computer, ashamed
  • “I just want to look perfect for you… that’s all.”
  • Jaehee bent over and turned your chin toward her
  • “You are perfect.”
  • She placed a delicate kiss on your lips
  • “But you need to eat. I’m going to take tomorrow off too.”
  • “Jaehee-“
  • “Nope. I’m going to go call Jumin. When I get back, you and I are going out to dinner. Go change into something nice,” she winked.
  • The entire night she made sure you ate, and the next day she made you breakfast

Jumin

  • “If you would excuse me, I have to go and powder my nose.”
  • You smiled at Jumin and his coworkers
  • You two had decided to host the monthly dinner party, and you had just finished dessert
  • As you walked away, Jumin told a cheesy joke, making his peers laugh
  • Rolling your eyes, you went to the master bathroom
  • Eat your food, throw it all up, laugh at Jumin’s jokes
  • It was the same at every dinner party
  • Only this time you had the luxury of regurgitating in your own home
  • It had all started when you were playing tennis with Jumin’s boss and his wife
  • His skinny, blonde wife
  • You two had purposely lost, and you went to shake their hands
  • “Good game you two,” you smiled
  • “Thanks,” the wife responded, “I’ve been meaning to get a workout in”
  • Jumin’s boss patted his wife’s stomach
  • “You have been looking a little bloated, but nothing one of your diets won’t fix!”
  • It was disgusting
  • But then, the way Jumin’s boss looked at you
  • Looked at your body
  • Made you feel even more disgusting
  • Of course, Jumin didn’t hear any of this
  • He was still running around collecting the stray tennis balls
  • So now here you are, several months later
  • Once you finished, you wiped your mouth             
  • You looked yourself in the mirror and put on a smile
  • But as soon as you walked out of the bathroom, that fake smile dropped
  • “J-Jumin?”
  • He was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands
  • “How long?”
  • “Hmm?”
  • He looked up at you with a scowl
  • “How long?”
  • You slowly made your way over to him and sat down on the bed
  • Taking a deep breath, you turned to look at your husband
  • His eyes were red, and his hands were balled up, grasping the sheets of your bed
  • Was he shaking?
  • You looked past him to see a broken vase
  • …did he throw that?
  • “For a-a couple months.”
  • And that was all it took
  • He wrapped you up in his arms and pulled you unto his lap
  • He buried his head in your chest
  • “Why would you do this to yourself? You are everything I need, and everything I love in it. You’re my life. Why are you doing this?”
  • You sighed, telling him the story of his boss and wife
  • His grip on you loosened
  • “Jumin?”
  • He took you off his lap and stormed out
  • “Jumin where are you-“
  • You stopped when you figured out the answer
  • “JUMIN, WAIT!”
  • You ran out to catch him, but it was too late
  • Jumin tapped his boss on the shoulder
  • “Ah, Mr. Han-“
  • That was all he was able to say before Jumin broke his nose
  • But he didn’t stop there
  • Jumin followed him to the ground, continually punching his face
  • “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? MY WIFE IS PERFECT.”
  • You were horrified
  • “JUMIN, STOP.”
  • He turned around
  • “But-“
  • “I said, stop.”
  • He stood up and straightened his jacket
  • Looking at the bloodied man now on the ground, he spit in his direction
  • He then looked up at his guests
  • “I believe it’s time you leave.”
  • He then retreat to you, hold you in his arms
  • “Never do that again,” you murmured.
  • He looked down at you
  • “Anything for you.”

707

  • It was around 2AM when you binged
  • Seven had just restocked all of his goodies, and you just couldn’t resist
  • You just hated what came next
  • You made your way down to the bathroom
  • What you had forgotten, in your tired state, were two critical things
  • 1. Seven never sleeps
  • 2. You didn’t shut the door
  • You pushed two fingers down your throat
  • The usual routine
  • Seven heard your gags and rubbed his sleepy eyes
  • “I guess MC came down with something…”
  • He pushed his chair away from his desk and went to go help you
  • “MC-“
  • He stopped when he saw the fingers in your mouth
  • you turned to him, eyes wide with fear
  • “Seven?”
  • the hacker stood still and continued to stare
  • he looked like his world was crumbling
  • you closed your eyes and prepared for one of Seven’s signature hugs
  • when you didn’t feel his arms around you, you opened your eyes
  • and what you saw
  • was the most heartbreaking thing you’ve seen to this day
  • Seven had slid down the wall and was hugging his knees
  • his glasses were off, and you could hear his sobbing and ragged breath
  • “Seven?”
  • “…I’m sorry.”
  • you could’ve have heard him correctly
  • did he just apologize?
  • you crawled over to him and lifted his face up
  • you stared into his red, watering eyes
  • “Did you say sorry?”
  • his bottom lip started to quiver
  • then he lunged forward you, wrapping his arms around you
  • his head found the nook of your neck
  • “Seven, please-”
  • “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn;t be strong enough for you. I’m sorry I didn’t notice before. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how beautiful you were more often. I-I’M SORRY I FAILED YOU.”
  • “You didn’t-”
  • “YES I DID! MC, you are the only person in this entire galaxy that I care about. Hell, if you cared about yourself even ¼ as much as I do, you’d have an ego like Zen’s.”
  • you giggled, despite the situation
  • “There is no creature on this earth that could describe your beauty, MC. Not even an angel is enough. God knows I don’t deserve you. But here you are, trying to change the way you looking, thinking you could improve. MC, you can’t perfect perfection. There is no ‘better’ when it comes to you. You are the holiest of holies, the queen among queens, a Goddess among angels. So please. No more.”
  • He unraveled himself from you, and kissed your forehead.
  • “I love you. Let’s get some sleep.”
  • he stood up and extended his arm to help you up
  • but you just sat there
  • trying to comprehend what he just told you
  • “…the entire galaxy… no creature on the earth…perfect perfection… “
  • a Goddess among angels
Handwritten Heartbreak-Newt Scamander x Reader

Handwritten Heartbreak
A/n- This was not requested, just popped into my mind. Hope you enjoy

Warnings- Holy frick the fluff and angst are strong with this one


Newt’s arms wrapped themselves around your waist as you stood  the counter of your flat. He leaned his head down to press sweet kisses to your cheeks as you laughed at his actions. The scent of baked goods drifted through the flat as you began to start your final batch of cookies for the night.

“Newt, what are you doing?”

“Showing my beautiful dear some love, is there something wrong with that?” He hummed out, tightening his hold on you once more.

You let out a few giggles as you looked up at your husband. “Of course not, but I have to finish this batch of cookies, and it’s a bit hard when you’re standing so close.”

“Is that so?”

You turned around and meet eyes with Newt as he smirks down at you. You stuck you tongue out at him, which was then followed by him scooping you up and setting you on the counter. He leaned in for a tender kiss as you tangled your hands through his soft hair.

“Darling, do you remember when we first met?” he asked as he still held you, not wanting you to slip off of the counter at all.

“Hmm, you mean the time when we were both assigned to work together on a charms assignment?”

“Yes, and that was the time when I thanked Merlin for finally setting me up as your partner,” he kissed your nose, followed by each of your cheeks, “because I never thought that I would get to work with someone as intelligent and caring and gorgeous as you.”

“I love you, Newt.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

Newt slowly opened his eyes and looked around the bedroom. He had a wonderful dream, one filled with memories of the two of you together, simply enjoying the comfort of each other’s company. He reached over to your side of the bed, and he once again became disappointed when he did not find your sleeping form there. Your hair was not there covering your eyes, and your mouth wasn’t slightly open from the soft snores that often escaped your lips. Your legs weren’t tangled in the bed sheets and your arms weren’t around him. He wanted it to be real.

He had been asked by the ministry to do a special observation, which he excitedly accepted, but that didn’t mean that he missed you any less. It was lonely here. He was in an unknown city in a country he had never been to. He missed getting up in the morning and seeing you making tea and breakfast. He missed climbing up to the roof at night to look at the stars. He missed everything about you, and he wanted nothing more than to be with you right now.

Newt hadn’t even noticed that he was crying. All of the memories must has released some emotion that could not be kept hidden for too long. He shuffled over and slipped on one of his white shirts before heading over to his temporary desk area. His case was closed shut papers lined the surface of the wooden desk. He reached for a stack of letters that had all been scripted with your handwriting, each one talking about your day and how much you missed him. He picked up one of them, the crinkled paper flapping in his hand as a swift breeze slipped through.

Dear Newt,
It’s been so long since I last saw you, I hope you’re doing alright and I hope that you are remembering to eat often. You know how you can get sometimes. Today the weather was beautiful, almost as beautiful as that time we had that one picnic in the park. We should do that again when you get back haha. Anyways, your day was probably much more eventful than mine. I only went to a few shops for some food and make a quick purchase at the book store that sits past the bank. You’re probably too occupied to even read this at this moment.
It’s rather lonely here without you though. I know you’re coming back soon, it’s just that the loneliness of it all makes it seem longer than it really is. I really miss you, and I hope you’re doing well with whatever shenanigans you’re up to.
I love you so much Newt. I love you I love you I love you I love you. I can’t wait until you’re in my arms again so that you can tell me all about your wonderful adventures. I love you dear.
Love,
Y/n


That letter had been towards the first few weeks of his travels. He had exchanged and written you letters back, but recently, they had not been as frequent. His work had blinded him and created late nights of writing notes. He picked up another letter that had come in, but this one was more recent.

Dear Newt,
I know you’re busy. I don’t expect you to reply back to this letter either, and I don’t want you to beat yourself up about it either. I miss you though. I wish you were back here now, but I know it’s selfish to think that when you’re enjoying your travels and discoveries. Sometimes it feels like my heart is breaking, but I know you’re doing what you love.
I am sorry if these letters have been interrupting your studies. I can stop writing them if you wish. I love you very much, and I’m also sorry. I hope all is well.
Love,
Y/n

By now, Newt was sobbing. He loved doing what he does for his work, but he needed you with him. He hadn’t been able to write often, so now you had the illusion that he was too busy and that you were interrupting him. He was disappointed in himself. He was likely the cause of the tear stains you left on the letter. He was the one that had left you to sleep alone at night. He should have taken you with him, surely the ministry could have made an exception. His heart ached and he wanted to curl into a ball and snuggle into your arms, but you were nowhere to be found. He doesn’t regret coming, he only regrets coming without you.

The hole in his heart only grew bigger, like a beast was sinking its sharpened claws and dragging them down, tearing the tissue even more. He felt like he was being swallowed up in despair. He needed you. He needed you now. He needed you to hold him and to tell him that you were okay. He hurt you. He left you. He hated himself. Why didn’t he just bring you with him? He was such an idiotic fool. What kind of husband was he?

He knew not to beat himself up but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to yell and cry and scream, but none of that would bring him back to you or vice versus. He could leave and pack up, but you would be disappointed in him for quitting and giving up. Perhaps he already disappointed you.

He pulled on his hair as he sunk to the dusty wooden floor. His appearance was now far from formal, for his shirt was now wrinkled and his hair was swept in different directions. His crying became more audible, not necessarily caring if the rooms surrounding his own heard. He felt pathetic for crying, worthless even, but he couldn’t stop. He was the worst husband to ever exist on the face of the earth. His tears and heart twisted in agony as he clutched his chest. Everything hurt, everything was his fault. He made the mistake of not taking you with him and now he was paying the price.

His emotional spiral was interrupted by a knock on the door of where he was staying.

“The post!” he whisper-shouted. There could be one of your letters, it could indicate that you were okay, or worse, it could indicate that you wanted nothing to do with him. He shoved his anxiety aside. He rushed to the door in order to bring in the possible letter from you and unlocked the door and threw it open. There was no post though, far from it.

You stood there as he opened the door.

You had a smile on your face, for you had called the ministry many times (mainly because they refused to tell you where Newt was arranged to stay, which bothered you a lot) and had come to surprise him.

“Y-Y/n you’re here, you’re so- oh Merlin!” He yelled as he trapped you in a bone-crushing hug. You rubbed his back soothingly as his tears began to soak your coat. His audible tears once again erupted and you closed the door shut before sinking to the floor with him.

“Newt, dear what’s wrong? Has something happened?”

“Y-You’re here, how did you get here!?”

“I wanted to surprise you, so I asked the ministry where you were. They were quite hesitant actually.”

“Y/n I’m so sorry, I’m sorry for being a horrible husband. I was so selfish I didn’t take you with me a-and it’s all my fault and you hate me and I’m so sorry, love I’m so sorry!” he wailed.

You could almost hear his heart breaking as he sunk deeper into your arms.

“Newt, you’re far from a horrible husband. You needed to come here for work, you did nothing wrong. Shhh…love your heart beat is very rapid right now breathe love, I’ll help calm me down.”

You continued to let him hold you as he sobbed, his hyperventilation eventually subsided into small hiccups.

“I’m sorry darling.”

“No more apologies Newt,” you said as you ran a hand through his hair. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. I love you and I always will, nothing will ever change that. My heart will always be yours.”

“Y/n I love you. I can’t imagine you leaving me, I swear I’ll never go somewhere without you again, I love you so much.”

He pulled you in for a passionate kiss and he gently tugged on your lips. His warmth could be felt on your own cheeks and he reached his hand to your to caress over the ring he had given you when you vowed your love to one another. You kissed his forehead once more.

“Dear, tell me about your travels.”

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euthanatos  asked:

How would you describe the child of Luna and Noctis?

I actually have referenced the idea of the FFXV cast having children for an AU scenario I was requested to write awhile ago~ Everyone lived, etc, but the writings mostly focused on exploring the idea of Ravus being a single father (and his daughter having a thing for the ‘Amicitia girl’). I did write and references that Noctis and Lunafreya had children in this AU, however. Two boys, I believe, were noted, but I imagined them having three sons.

And all are little assholes.

Well, in their own way, at least. Let me see here what my mind dictates about this…

You’ve got the oldest kid (roughly around 21 in my timeline of things), the heir to the Lucian throne and the kid with literally no chill in his goddamn body. Perhaps he got it when being schooled and taught by ‘Uncle Iggy,’ but he’s always been a diligent worker and a ‘hardass’ according to his younger brothers. Noctis is a little concerned about how intense their eldest son can be, telling him to try lightening up a lot, but to little avail. He’s definitely Luna’s boy though, and she definitely spoils him in particular. He tends to get the fancier things first before his other brothers, but that’s because she thinks he deserves it. He’s definitely ready to take on the mantle of king, though he just needs to learn how to smile more. He’s respectable and polite, nevertheless. Just really intimidating.

Then, you’ve got the middle son (who’s about 18 years old), who has a particularly notorious rebellious streak. People said Noctis was bad when he was a teenager, but this kid is far worse than the others have anticipated, giving Ignis a headache and Gladio the urge to pummel this kid sometimes because of what antics and stunts he pulls off. It wouldn’t be too particularly bad though… If this kid wasn’t in line to be the next Oracle after Lunafreya. The first male oracle in a long time, and he certainly likes to brag about it. No matter how much Lunafreya or Gentiana tries to teach him, he’s definitely not the modest maiden like his ancestors were before. Ravus has particular issues with this little brat, since he’s the one being a bad influence on his son in particular.

And finally, there’s the youngest boy (age 16), who tends to fall under the weird category of non-extremes. He’s not as professional as his eldest brother, but not as much of a loose cannon as his other brother. He’s the quiet kid who goes to school, does subpar in his education, and just sort of takes care of his own thing. He’s quiet to the point where, whenever Gladio is around the palace asking where the kids are, the youngest goes unnoticed because he’s standing behind Prompto, too nervous to really utter a word. The lack of status for him makes him feel a bit uninteresting, but it’s contrary to his talents. He’s an extremely talented actor, contrary to his quite nature, and enjoys taking on a more sociable persona on stage. He just wishes his parents weren’t too busy so they could finally come see one of his plays.

So there’s some descriptions of the Caelum boys for you~ :D I had more headcanons about this AU world I touched on too, and it was a fun writing to work on. I should find those notes again and reflect on them sometime soon~

Owned - pt 5

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

“Yes.” You answered.

“Good.” He said pulling your chin up and kissing your lips once, then again.

This was definitely something you wanted to get used to. Just his kiss could make you feel all warm inside.

A part of you felt relieved that he was just as attached to you. In a way, he was all you had right now, all you thought about.

“I’ll see you later then.” He said, running his thumb over your cheek.

You smiled and nodded before he turned to leave, both of you knowing you didn’t want to be apart right now.

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You’re My Mission (pt 3) [BuckyxReader]

Summary: The Winter Soldier has been implanted into your life. Why?

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Uh…Poisoning? I really don’t think there’s anything to be warned of. If you see something, let me know for future reference.

Word Count: 955

A/N: I’m getting a clearer vision of this thing’s direction. But how far it goes, how long it lasts, depends entirely on you guys. You’ve been amazing so far, and I appreciate the likes and reblogs. Thank you!

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 7; Part 8; Part 9; Part 10; Part 11


Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong


“The mission is compromised, I’ve been made. Requesting immediate evac.”
“How do you know you’ve been made?”
“Well,
Flash, the poisoned tea that the KGB Director just served me in his office would be a pretty good indicator. Get me a medical evac, NOW!”

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Imagine: You and Harry get into a fight and then he apologizes

Both you and Harry had been feeling kind of off from the time you woke up that morning. It was a gloomy, gray Monday and neither of you had gotten much sleep the night before because there was a loud storm and the booming thunder made it hard to fall asleep, and even harder to stay asleep. So it wasn’t a surprise that both of you were a bit snippy that morning.

“Morning,” you mumbled to Harry when you walked into the kitchen to find him buttering a piece of toast, already dressed for the day. It had become a routine since Harry had been back from tour that you would eat breakfast in the morning together before he was off to meetings and events for the day, and then you’d spend the evening and the rest of the night together. 

“Morning, have a good sleep?” The hints of a smirk creeped onto Harry’s face as he knew damn well that neither of you had a good sleep.

“Mmm, great,” you responded sarcastically. 

“Thought so. So, erm, I know we’ve been planning on this vacation next week for awhile now, but I’ve gotta be at a promo event here a couple days after we’re supposed to leave - I know, hold on,” he interrupted himself as he acknowledged the look on your face of pure annoyance with a hint of disappointment. “But you can still leave when we were supposed to and then I can meet you there when I can get away so you can be there longer,” Harry proposed.

“Are you serious, Harry? Like are you actually being serious right now?” You asked, knowing full well that he was but not wanting to believe it. “Harry why the hell would I want to be in Venice for a few days by myself? The whole point is that we weren’t able to have the honeymoon we wanted because of your schedule! This was supposed to be an ‘us’ thing, come on.” Your mouth was slightly ajar and your arms were crossed. You just couldn’t believe his ‘Harry stuff’ was getting in the way of your time together, again.

“Hey now, you know if it was up to me I’d be there with you the whole time, but I just can’t control this stuff! I don’t think it’s very fair that you’re taking it out on me.”

“Don’t even do that, Harry. Don’t even act like you’re the victim here. Why do you always freaking do this!” You started raising your voice without being able to help it as you also found yourself unable to stop yourself from saying whatever was now swirling around in your head.

“Okay, what do you mean ‘always’?” Harry asked with a stern look on his face, lips pursed.

“I mean your career always interferes with ‘us’ stuff! And you know it, Harry. It’s like sometimes I just think how much easier it would be if you weren’t this crazy famous popstar.” You couldn’t help it at all anymore, the words were just pouring out of your mouth.

“Are you kidding me Y/N. What did you want me to do, just drop my whole life once we got together? Just give up everything I’ve ever worked for for one person? Because I worked fucking hard to get where I am and I hope you know I’m not someone who would let just one person stop me from doing what I love!” He knew it wasn’t sounding the way he meant it as the words came out but it was too late now.

“Just one person,” you whispered, tears forming in your eyes. “Just one person. You’re everything to me, Harry, you’re my husband. But maybe I should rethink your significance in my life if I’m just one person to you.” Harry knew it was bad when you didn’t even yell anymore when you guys were fighting. Because it meant you weren’t just angry, you were hurt. And he hurt you bad.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that I just -” “Stop, just stop. Just don’t follow me, I want to be alone right now. Have a good meeting,” you interrupted Harry as your tearful eyes locked on his wide ones. You backed away slowly and turned around to rush towards the bedroom so you could cry and not have to look at him anymore. At the guy who just said that you were “just one person”. The guy that you would do absolutely anything for. The guy who didn’t resemble just now the man you married. 

Harry was left standing in the middle of the kitchen, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, shocked. He couldn’t believe he had actually just said that to you but he was already running late for an important meeting so he finally grabbed his phone and keys and walked out the door, the sound of it closing only causing you to burst into tears. 

It was less than an hour later when the sound of the front door opening and closing momentarily pulled you out of your state of misery. You had been crying on and off since Harry left, mostly on, but you thought you’d have awhile longer to get yourself together because Harry was supposed to be gone until the evening. 

You looked up when the sound of footsteps reached the doorway, surprised when Harry pushed the bedroom door open to see his eyes slightly puffy and full of tears, his face stained from the crying he clearly had been doing. You sat up when he locked eyes with you, your own face tear-stained and eyes puffy as well. 

“Oh God, I’m so sorry,” Harry managed to say shakily, causing the tears to fall from his eyes as he walked towards the bed where you were laying. 

You were so torn between feeling so angry and sad about what he’d said earlier but also heartbroken looking at the man in front of you. You bit your lip as Harry sat on the edge of the bed furthest from you, clearly being cautious.

“I didn’t mean that at all, baby, of course you’re not just one person. You’re the only person that matters to me, the only person who could make me as happy as you do and the only person whose happiness is my number one concern even when I’m working and focused on my career. I want you to always be happy, little one, and I’m not making you happy and I’m so sorry, I’ve just been so stressed out with everything lately but that’s not any excuse.” He paused to gauge your reaction but you kept your eyes down toward the bed and sniffled when he paused. “I just love you so much, more than anyone and you are so special to me and you will never be just one person, never ever, not to anyone. And especially not to me.” He gave you a slight smile as you quickly made eye contact with him before darting your eyes away again. Harry’s smile quickly faded when he realized you still wouldn’t maintain eye contact with him. “I was thinking that if I can’t find any way to get out of the meeting next week then we should extend the vacation a few days to make up for the ones I’ll miss.” He finally stopped talking, looking at your face for any sign that you would be able to forgive him sometime soon.

“Love? Could you please look at me, I just need to know what you’re thinking. I need to know you’re okay,” he told you quietly, cautiously.

You were staring at your hands now when the tears started falling continuously. “I just don’t want to be there without you, Harry. The whole point is that we would get to be together, just us. Not your management or makeup team or the camera people or any of that, just us. But you don’t even want to be with me,” you broke off, crying too hard now to keep talking. 

“Oh baby, come here, I’m so sorry,” Harry moved closer to you on the bed and used the pads of his thumbs to wipe the falling tears from your face. “Of course I want to be with you, all the time. All the time! I just said things I shouldn’t have, things I didn’t mean, because I was tired and grumpy and I’m an idiot. But you’re my little one.” He knew that was the only thing that could help him make any progress at that point, calling you the pet name that you adored.

You finally looked up at Harry and pouted, the tears finally starting to stop falling from your eyes. 

“Hey, there’s my girl,” Harry smiled a little bit, glad you were finally looking at him again. “Love, I am honestly so, so sorry and I didn’t mean the stuff I said, I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah, you are,” you finally whispered, a small smile starting to appear on your face. That made Harry laugh, and it made you feel a little better seeming him looking not so broken anymore, even though you could still see the tear stains on his face. “Just don’t say stuff like that again because it made me feel like shit,” you admitted.

“Never ever ever ever ever ever again,” Harry drew out, but meaning every word he said. “I love you so much.” Harry kissed your cheek and you put your hand behind his head, raking your fingers through his hair to show that you forgave him.

“I love you, I guess,” you told him with a slight smile on your face, causing Harry to laugh again. “But you can come make me a hot fudge sundae now,” you offered, knowing Harry would do anything to please you right now, and the smile on his face told you the same. “Wait, don’t you have meetings all day?” You asked, suddenly remembering where Harry was supposed to be.

“Yeah, but I got out of those, said I was sick. They weren’t very important anyway. You are,” Harry smiled as he stroked your cheek.

“Yeah alright,” you laughed as you both started to get up off the bed and make your way to the kitchen so Harry could make you that sundae. 

“By the way, don’t think you can just call me your ‘little one’ and that’ll get you out of anything,” you told him as you walked past him, a smile on your face.

“Got it,” Harry laughed, following you.

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There you go, hope you enjoyed! Feedback/requests always welcome :)

More or less (than) friends

Summary: Phil is popular and cool and has lots of friends, Dan is shy and doesn’t have any friends. Neither of those things turn out to be ideal, but they might be ideal together. 

or:

Dan is just constantly blushing in this one and that’s about it. 

Excerpt: ‘Hey pretty boy, whatcha doing?’ Phil asked. Dan tried to hide his blush the compliment had brought out (and failed) and quietly answered: ‘homework, you should try it sometime.’  

Genre: fluff 

Word count: 2.9K 

A/N: So I should be studying for my test week next week, but instead this happened. I hope you like it :)
~Lonneke

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Space

“I think we need more space,” Peter said, and Wade froze in the middle of unstrapping and hanging his guns and katanas on the coat rack by the door.

“Space?” Wade croaked out.

Peter was sitting on the couch, head bowed slightly, fingers tangled together, eyes gazing off into nothing. “Yeah. Wade,” Peter frowned a little, and Wade could not look away, could not help but stare at the oncoming collision, “don’t you think we need some space?”

I need some space, Wade heard in the silence between Peter’s words. I don’t think this is working out. It’s been a great couple of years, the sex was good, but now I need some space.

“Do you…” Wade tried to keep his voice controlled, even. He’d been expecting this, hadn’t he? Everyone knew that he didn’t deserve Peter. Peter was much too good for him, too good. Look, even now when he was breaking up with Wade, Peter was still trying to let him down gently. But Wade had some pride left; if he looked very hard he might find some shoved in the crevices of his couch or stuffed in the back corner of his closet. He found some pride left curled up in the sole of his boot, in the press of a hidden knife on his thigh, the mask he hadn’t taken off immediately when he got home. He found some pride, and he straightened his back, and when he spoke his voice did not creak or break. It held firm, like he would have to hold firm. For Peter, who deserved more than an ex-merc who talked too much and guzzled Mexican food. And maybe when he was alone again he’d let himself break, but until then he would not waver. Peter deserved that much.

“Yes?” Peter asked, this time turning to look at Wade face-to-face.

“Do you want me to—Should I start packing now?” Wade asked. “How soon do you…”

How soon do you want me gone? Wade could not ask. How long do I have to pack my things and leave? Or should I go now, pick up my stuff sometime when you aren’t home so you can make this break clean? What about the furniture we bought together. The record player you bought at the antique shop so I could actually play all the records I had stashed around the house? Who gets Die Hard 2? This is technically your apartment, but I put my name on the lease. How long till I have to fill out that paperwork?

“Oh no,” Peter chuckled, his expression easing into something softer, something sweet, something that made Wade’s heart creak and groan in his chest with regret and desperation and need. “We don’t have to start packing right away. We can make plans first.” Peter let out a long, relieved sigh. “I’m glad you’re taking this so well. I know that you can sometimes get,” he paused, “sentimental, about these sorts of things.”  Wade blinked his eyes behind the mask to keep the tickle of tears at bay. “Too attached.” Peter laughed and Wade had to lock his knees to keep from falling to them and begging Peter to give him another chance. But that would just prolong things, make Peter feel guilty for leaving, and Wade would rather bathe in lava than make Peter feel bad.

Too attached, Peter didn’t say, but Wade heard anyway. You grew too attached. Followed me everywhere like some demented puppy. I need space, away from you, from your clinginess. Stop getting so attached to me, so sentimental. I need space.

“How long?” Wade asked, because he needed to know. Wade had always assumed that this relationship had an expiration date. He’d always known that someday Peter would look up and realize he was dating a homicidal freak. Peter was a hero. A savior. He was Spiderman! And Deadpool was just some anti-hero with voices in his head, disfiguring scars, and the inability to shut up. But now that it had happened, now that Peter had seen the light, Wade had to know exactly how long he had to get used to a life devoid of Peter, devoid of light.

Peter shrugged. “I don’t know babe, it was just a thought. I don’t really have a set schedule. We’ll just keep our eyes peeled and hopefully we’ll find something cheap.”

Babe? Wade’s face contorted in confusion. “What?” he ground out, utterly at a loss.

Peter’s head jerked up at Wade’s tone. His forehead creased. “What what?” Peter asked his tone somewhere between teasing and concerned, and Wade couldn’t help but feel justified in his confusion.

“What,” Wade pushed from between clenched teeth, “does any of that stuff have to do with you breaking up with me?”

Peter’s mouth fell open and his eyes widened. For a moment everything was frozen and Wade was able to catch a glimpse of surprise in Peter’s eyes, confusion, and pain. Wade winced. He never wanted to cause Peter pain.

“I’m—I’m not—” Peter sputtered. “Wade, what are you— what do you mean breaking up?”

Wade rubbed at his forehead with the ridge of his thumb. “You were breaking up with me. Just now. And then you started spouting nonsense and I don’t understand what’s going on, but I’d really like you to just tell me when I have to be gone so I can disappear and you’ll never have to see me again.” He gulped, and then, since this couldn’t get any worse, asked, “What was it, Baby boy? What was the last straw? I’ve got to know what I did to ruin the one good thing I had going for me, I have to—”

“I didn’t break up with you!” Peter interrupted, his cheeks flushed and his voice high and reedy.

Wade paused. “Yes you did.”

“No I didn’t,” Peter insisted. “I think I would notice if I was breaking up with the man of my dreams, thank you very much. Wade, I love you, and if you’ll have me, I’ll stay with you the rest of my life. Of course I didn’t break up with you.”

“But,” Wade shifted slightly closer to Peter, who was apparently still his boyfriend, “you just said it, as soon as I walked through the door. You said you needed some space. Needing some space from your significant other usually signals a break-up.”

Peter’s expression slackened, and then the pain was wiped away into something softer, kinder, something that made Wade, even stuck in the limbo of not knowing, take two more steps forward and then sit on the couch.

“Hun,” Peter said, “Babe, Light-of-my-life, my effervescent darling, Wade, I meant that literally.” Peter gestured to the room. “I think we need more space. Literally. This apartment was not meant for two people. I was asking if you thought it would be a good idea to get a bigger apartment. One with more space.”

Wade took a moment to actually look at the room, take in how close together the love-seat was crammed to the coffee table, how over-flowing the bookshelves were, the piles of movies and game consoles shoved against the wall beneath the television, the little path they’d carved that led from the love seat to the kitchen and one that led to the front door. Just enough room to walk.

“Oh,” Wade said quietly.

I need more space, Peter had actually meant, so I can make room for you, too. I need more space to fit me and you and you and me comfortably without compromising each other. I need more space so you can have some of it. We need more space for our lives to grow further twined around each other.

“Yeah,” Peter agreed, and slipped his arm through Wade’s, tugging him close. “I promise I’ll never leave you. I love you.”

“But,” Wade said weakly, “but you said you were glad I wasn’t so attached. You said I was too sentimental. Too clingy.”

Peter frowned. “I never said clingy. I meant that you tend to get attached to inanimate objects. You once chased me around New York for three straight hours because I tried to throw away a broken pair of web-shooters.”

“Duh!” Wade exclaimed. “They were the web-shooters you were wearing when you asked me out!”

Peter raised his eyebrows. “They were broken. Unfixable, and replaceable.”

Wade sniffed, unimpressed. “I still have them, hidden—”

“Away where I will never find them,” Peter finished for him. “I know. Trust me, I know. So was it such a huge leap to think that you might become attached to this cramped little apartment since it was the first one we had together?”

Peter had stared at the room, avoided eye-contact, frowned, because, Wade now realized, he’d been nervous. You get attached, Peter had actually meant, and I know this, because I love you. And I want us to have more space to grow, but I don’t want to make you unhappy. I don’t want to hurt you. I want space for us, but I would rather stay cramped in this dingy apartment with no space if it meant you kept smiling.

“I love you,” Wade said, or really, it burst out of him, like some revelation, like someone much smarter was speaking using his tongue.

Peter only smiled, unsurprised. “I know.” He paused to let that sink in. “So? New place? New space?”

Wade grinned and ruffled at Peter’s hair. “That sounds wonderful.”


Created for the @deadpoolweekly prompt: Space. This was really fun :D

‘The Butterfly Effect’ NEW STORY!

Hey guys I’m writing a new story named ‘The Butterfly Effect’. I’ll be posting the prologue soon. But here is a little preview. Let me know what you think!

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“Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?”
“Yeah, just dont stop this time”
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Sometimes life is not what you expect. It has it’s twists and turns, sometimes for the best and sometimes for the worst. It is strange how one little decision you make, can change your whole life. We call that the Butterfly effect. I never regretted moving to Beacon hills and neither do I regret going through those woods at night. Because I know that if I hadn’t done it, I wouldn’t be right here telling you this story. I probably wouldn’t even know my friends. The truth is to every actions comes a reaction, and you just have to learn to live with the consequences.

When Brooklyn Smith moved to Beacon Hills she would have never guessed that her life would change so fast. That one night would turn her whole life upside down.
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                                                  Warning
                                        This story will contain:
                                         - clichés
                                         - typos
                                         - relationship cheese
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Close Encounter pt. 1: Sirius x Muggle!Reader

Request: a oneshot where the reader goes to a party in the summer with lily and marauders are there (reader is Lily’s friend and knows she’s a witch and about hogwarts/James but hasn’t met the rest of the marauders). And maybe reader and Sirius get to talking at the party (Lily’s maybe off with James?) and they kiss then the next day reader goes on the date with James friend Lily’s been wanting to set her up with for ages. She gets to the date&Sirius is her date? And super cute date pls? Either like Lily’s best friend from a young age as a muggle or she goes to beauxbatons maybe but whichever you prefer is fine for me☺️

Warnings: none

A/N: I set this modern, because I don’t know how parties worked in the 70′s whoops I’ll ask my mom later. Also this one was turning too long, so it’ll be a two parter ;)

MASTERLIST // Part Two

Originally posted by boudless-soul


“Lil, are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Of course!” she says, putting the finishing touches on my makeup. I turn around and examine my reflection in the mirror.

“Whoa.” My (y/h/c) locks are in perfect, fat curls, and my makeup expertly accents my (y/e/c) eyes. “I look great. It’s almost like magic,” I say, tickling Lily in the stomach.

“Oh, shut up,” she giggles. “I still know how to do things the normal way, you know.”

MY normal way, or YOUR normal way?” I tease with a smirk, and she smacks my arm.

OUR normal way. Honestly, I’m not even sure you’re allowed to know about my magic.”

“Oh please,” I huff, plopping down on her bed. “I would’ve figured it out sooner or later. Remember the time you set Ashley Randolph’s homework on fire when you saw her cheating?”

“We were eight and I didn’t do it on purpose!” she groans, collapsing on the bed next to me. I sigh, brushing my hair behind my ear. She turns to me and offers a small sad smile. “It’s not quite fair, is it? Me being a witch and you not being at school with me?”

“I don’t know if fair is the right word,” I respond, giving her hand a quick squeeze. “I mean, it’s not like it used to be. But I’ve had six years to adjust. I’ll survive.”

She smiles again, for real this time, and pulls me into a hug.

“I wish you could be at Hogwarts with me. You’d love it there.”

“I don’t know. Castles have never really been my thing,” I reply glancing over at my leather jacket hanging on the back of her door. “So I’m finally going to meet these other friends of yours, eh?”

“YES!” she exclaims, practically bursting with excitement. “Merlin’s Beard, you’re going to love them.”

“’Merlin’s Beard?’” I quote, giving her a look. “Honestly, Lil?”

“Listen, it’s a popular phrase among us magic-folk, alright?” she quips, throwing my shirt at me. I laugh, and change into it, along with a pair of white skinny jeans and black heels.

“You ready?” she asks grabbing my hand.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I respond.

“Just hold on tight, and don’t let go. This is going to feel pretty awful, okay?”

“Honestly, couldn’t we just drive?” I ask, whining slightly.

“No. It’s a four hour drive, (Y/N).”

“Fine,” I sigh. And just like that, I hear a crack and feel myself yanked as if from all directions and then feel an intense pressure around me like I’m being squeezed through a small tube, and finally I feel my feet hit the floor again.

“Whoa.” I say, regaining my balance. “That… was not normal.”

“That’s apparating,” she says with a shrug and heads up the path we’ve landed on, leading up to the house in front of us. “Welcome to your first real taste of magic.”

I can hear music from inside the doors, and I anxiously tug at the hem of my shirt as we walk up the path. I honestly have no idea what to expect…. How do wizards party?

Lily walks up to the front door and taps the knocker a single time.

“Lily, no one’s going to hear that over the music in there,” I scoff. She smirks at me and turns her attention back to the knocker. I follow her gaze and gasp at the sight. The knocker has turned into a golden, fat face with a bold mustache, gazing back at my best friend, and I feel my jaw hit the floor.

“Password?” it asks her.

Lily rolls her eyes, and replies, “James Potter is the best,” and the door swings open.

I laugh and follow her in, and my jaw drops again. I don’t know what I was expecting–flashing lights, and loud music, and beer and mixed drinks, yeah. But there were no speakers–the music came from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It quiets when you were talking to someone, loudened when you were dancing, and surrounded you from all sides. The lights blink from invisible sources, dancing through the air in various colors that keep from blinding you. The drinks? there’s this table at the far side of the room with empty goblets. Lily leads me through the crowded room to the table and grabs one for each of us, and at her touch, it fills with a drink, and I take a sip.

“What is this?” I ask, mesmerized by the foamy drink.

“Not sure,” she replies, quickly downing her entire goblet and placing it back on the table. I laugh, follow suit, and watch as hers begins to refill under her touch, while mine sits empty and unmoving. I see an embarrassed blush reach her cheeks as she looks at my vacant goblet. She reaches over and it begins to refill again under her touch. She smiles at me apologetically, and I shrug back at her with a smile.

“So, where is this ‘James Potter’ then?” I ask, bumping my hip against hers, as the music quiets slightly around me.

“You called?” I hear from behind me, and turn to see a tall boy, probably about 17 just like us, with dark, messy hair, hazel eyes, a goofy grin, and glasses.

“James!” Lily says with a hint of delight, and his grin grows even wider.

“Evans,” he replies, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek. “This your friend, then?”

“Yeah, James, this is (Y/N)! (Y/N), James.”

“Pleasure.” I extend my hand to him, and he shakes it chuckling at me.

“She’s certainly got the right look, but I don’t know, Lil, she may be too nice for him,” he says, leaning towards Lily as if I can’t hear him. She throws her head back laughing.

“Oh, please,” she laughs.

“I’m sorry, who?” I cut in.

“You know that boy I’ve been writing you about? The one who I keep saying you’d be perfect for?” she asks.

“The one who you refuse to tell me his name?”

“Yeah,” she says. But doesn’t continue.

“Is that all?”

“Yep,” she says with a smile, turning to face James.

“Alright, then,” I groan. “James, could I use your bathroom?”

“Up the stairs, second door on the right.”

“Thanks.”


I make my way back down the stairs, pausing on the last one so I have a view over the people’s heads, my drink still in hand, but Lily and James are nowhere to be seen.

“Oh, shit,” I say, searching the crowd for a head of red hair and find nothing.

“Looking for someone?” I hear from the stairs behind me, and turn to find a tall bloke with black hair and a leather jacket. Damn, I think to myself as I take in this rather gorgeous young man in front of me.

“Er, yeah, sort of. It’s not important though, I’ll just find her later.” I take a small sip from my drink and move off the stairs to the side, so I’m not straining my neck to look up at this guy, and he follows.

“This is crazy,” I say looking around the room, and he chuckles.

“Never been to a party before?”

“Not one like this.”

“James certainly knows how to throw a party.” I smile back at him before finishing off my drink. “Can I get you another?” he asks, gesturing to my empty goblet.

“Yes, please.” I hand it to him and he walks over to the table, tapping the glasses on the top before walking back over, the drink refilled.

“Question,” I say, as I take the goblet back from him. “Why not just make them bottomless drinks?”

He chuckles, “We’ve thought about it. Mostly so people don’t lose track of how much they’ve had and end up like Peter over there.” He points into the crowded dance floor at a boy who’s dancing like there’s no tomorrow, and I laugh at the sight.

“Alright, fair enough,” I say, taking another sip of the drink.

“So you’re not from Hogwarts, are you?” he asks, leaning his arm against the wall, slightly above my head.

“No, I’m not,” I smirk back. “Is that how you know James, then?”

He chuckles, “That’s how we met, yeah.”

I feel a buzz in my back pocket, and pull the phone out to see a blurry screen going slightly haywire.

“Oh, shit,” I say, trying to find the issue.

“Oh, that’s not going to work in here. Too much magic around,” he explains to me.

“Right,” I say, shoving the useless block of technology back in my pocket.

He smiles and leans a little closer. “Are you muggleborn, then?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”


30 minutes pass of the two of us talking and laughing and flirting and the boy asks me to dance. I agree, and he takes my goblet back to the table, before pulling me onto the dance floor. The moment my foot touches down on the hardwood floor, the music changes and a slow song begins. He pulls me close to him by my hips, and I wrap my arms around his neck. I don’t know the song, but I just look up into his grey eyes and he looks down into mine as the music surrounds us. I see his eyes flicker down to my lips, and without a moment’s hesitation, I press my lips against his hard. He responds immediately, moving his lips against mine and I melt into the kiss, bringing my hand up and tangling my fingers in his long hair. His lips part as a slight moan escapes, and I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss even further. In no time at all, he and I are full on making out on the dance floor… in a room full of strangers. And as the song ends and the next begins, I pull away from the kiss and look up into his eyes, biting my lip slightly.

“I should probably go find my friend.” I feel the warmth spread to my cheeks, and see him grin a bit too.

“I think you owe me your name, first,” he responds, taking my hands in his.

“(Y/N). And yours?”

“Sirius,” he says.

“Well, Sirius. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime?”

“Soon, I hope,” he says, pressing his lips to mine again.

After a long kiss, I pull away and say, “Very soon.”

so tender and mild

day 1: jily ‘if they lived’ au. 

so. here’s a very fluffy domestic drabble. i hope u appreciate this after the sadness i caused in october.

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“So I mean, hypothetically, what’s the worst way to tell someone you’re pregnant?” Lily asks, and James freezes in a half crouch under the scraggly tree.

“What.”

“The worst way to let someone know they’re pregnant.”

He scrubs a hand across his face, almost knocking off his glasses in the process. “Oh, Merlin, I don’t know. Probably this,” he says, before looking up at her, swallowing. “You’re pregnant?”

His voice is strangled, and honestly, she can’t really blame him. They’re nineteen and have only been married three months now. He’s right to be scared.

“This was supposed to be a hypothetical situation,” she huffs, though there’s not much heat behind her words. James just stares at from his spot on the rug and she sighs, slumping into the couch. “Yeah,” she mutters, “Found out last week. I’m about six weeks along.”

“Fuck,” he swears, messing up his hair, and she tries for a smile. It falls flat.

“That’s what got us into this mess in the first place,” she says weakly, and he can’t help the snort that escapes him. Lily tugs at a loose thread on her nightgown, looking down into her lap. “You- You’re okay with this right? I know we never really talked about kids but-”

“Yeah,” he says, scrambling up to his feet, “Yeah of course Lils. I’m, well ecstatic is probably the wrong word to use here, but I’m okay with this.” He crosses the room in three full strides, kneeling in front of her while a hand comes up to cup her cheek.

“I want this,” he murmurs, brushing a knuckles across her cheekbone. “I want you.”

She sniffs, and her eyes are a little glassy when she looks up, and he leans his forehead against hers, kissing her soft. “Whatever you need, I promise I’ll be right here with you.”

“Well, what I need right now is for you to let me go,” she says, pulling back with a sigh, “Morning sickness is apparently a lot more than just the morning.”

He huffs out a laugh, and sneaks a kiss to her temple before she wriggles out of his grasp.

“Merry fucking Christmas to me,” she gasps, before there’s the sound of heaving coming from the bathroom, and James immediately springs off the couch to help her.

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Long Way Down [JoshxReader]

What was meant to be a short drabble to get my feelings about Until Dawn out (and also practice writing), turned into this huge nightmare of a fic. Not really quite a ReaderxJosh fanfic but a (what might be) set-up for a potential relationship/close friendship in the future depending on how you look at it?
- Gender-Neutral Reader
- Warnings/Notes: Past Bullying, Cursing, Mild Violence, Canon-divergence
- Wordcount: 14,328

Summary in a nutshell
Josh: I’m totally fine.
Reader: ʷʰʸ ᵗʰᵉ fᵘͨᵏ ʸºᵘ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ, ʷʰʸ ʸºᵘ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ, ᵐᵐᵐᵐᵐᵐ ºʰ ᵐʸ ᵍºᵈ ˢᵗºp fᵘͨᵏ'ⁿ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ

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Incredible - Luke Hemmings

A/N: so I wrote a really long fic and then I accidentally deleted it because I’m just that stupid. So here is my remade version of that. (I’m so sorry I haven’t posted I’ve been traveling heaps and haven’t had internet)

You were stumbling through the door half frozen in the cold when your phone started vibrating, indicating a call. You hastily pushed the door shut, blocking out the wind that was howling. You dumped your bag on the floor and shuffled your keys around in your hand until you could manage to hold your phone well enough to answer it.

‘Hemmo what’s going on?’ You answer reading the name as you pick the phone up. 'Hey.’ He answers in reply. 'What’s going on in your busy rock star life?’ You ask your best friend.

You’ve been best friends since high school and even though Luke’s been away so much and so famous your friendship hasn’t faltered. If anything it’s proved the old saying; absence makes the heart grow fonder. 'Not much how about you?’ He asks directing the conversation towards you. You sigh. Your life isnt half as interesting as his. 'I’ve just gotten home from work, it’s freezing here. What about you? You’re so much more interesting than me!’ You protest hoping to get him to speak about his day. He sighs this time, 'interviews and then a show in about two hours, we’ve got a signing coming up soon. They freak me out a little just coz its so much social stuff like meeting the kids they freak out I just want a normal conversation yano?’ He explains opening up to you. 'Yeah, but you’ll be right, you’re fun and engaging and the kids really love meeting you all because of the impact you make in their lives.’ You say trying to persuade him to see this meet and greet differently. 'Yeah I know it’s just hard sometimes. And I know I should be so grateful for them all and I am it’s just not as easy as I thought I’d be when we were kids.’ He says referring to his debut as a teenager, a tumultuous time for both of you. 'Fucking hell Luke!’ You hear Calum yell from somewhere nearby and then a muffled scuffling.

When the noise clears a little Luke returns. 'Look I’ve gotta go but I’ll chat again soon. I miss you.’ He ends the conversation before you can reply but not before you hear Calum yelling in protest again. This time all you hear is 'no Luke you chickens ass!’ Just before the line goes dead. You smile a little. Luke’s day is always more entertaining than yours. You sit down after dinner and look up the boys schedule, checking out this signing. You smile a little, it’s not too far, only about an hour an a half flight away. Your smile widens when you realise it’s on a Friday evening. You decide hastily to take the Monday and Friday off and book flights for yourself.

Luke showers you with gifts and experiences being the rock star with money he likes to spend on his friends but this you know is something you can do to cheer him up. You’re going to go to this signing and have a normal conversation. Surprise him and make him happy. Knowing this makes you smile to yourself even more.

When the day of your flight comes you’re ready to go, it’s an early flight so you can arrive in time to get a spot in line. The flight is a nonevent and you’re pleased about that. No screaming kids and rude people always makes a flight just that much less painful.

You arrive, getting your luggage as quickly as possible and scurry through the arrivals to where your taxi is waiting to take you to the hotel the boys are staying in. At the hotel you check your bag into the lobby lockers and race out down the street to the music shop the signing is being held at. You’re making good time which is good because you’re so excited about seeing Luke and the boys being late to the line would just about kill you. You arrive and the line is not too bad, you’re about a third of the way down the block. A solid effort you think considering the time your plane got in. The line quickly grows and before long it’s out of sight. You know that the guys won’t see all these people which makes you sad but your pleased you can surprise Luke like this to cheer him up just a little after all he does for you.

You wait not so patiently on sidewalk in the freezing cold. Despite being older than most of them them the girls in front of you are taller than you by at least a head. The dedication of these fans is incredible. You check your phone meticulously, your twitter feed and Snapchat looking for any signs of life from the boys, not different from many of the others in line you’re sure.

The line gradually moves along when the doors open. Excitement spreads like wildfire through the line. Even for someone who sees the boys a lot, especially Luke, the idea of being so close to them is excruciatingly exciting.

You finally get into the store, the heaters blasting hot air on your freezing form. You’re too short to see the boys but you can hear them, their laughter and their smiles through their voices. The kids ask questions all the way along and you are finally able to hear their answers. The girl about six in front of you asks if they have girlfriends. Calum barks out a laugh, the tall boy has a laugh that always makes you smile. 'Luke wanna answer this one.’ You hold your breath, this is news to you. 'Yeah Luke wanna give us an answer.’ You’re busting to hear this, nosey little mother fucker that you are. Luke let’s put what you know to be an extremely awkward laugh. 'We’re all single.’ He says in reply. The boys huff and puff and generally call bullshit. 'It’s true!’ He exclaims.
'Yeah but wouldn’t there be someone you’re pretty interested in?’ Calum says pushing the topic. 'Please tell us!’ The girls beg Luke and you feel like begging too. 'What’s her name mate?’ The boys ask cheekily. Luke mutters just loud enough for you to hear. 'Y/N, and she’s incredible.’ You gasp which is quite an achievement considering the lack of air already in you. Unsure what exactly to do with this information you do something quite out of your comfort zone.

You grab your phone out and hastily write on the case of it with the sharpie that was in your bag. It’s so middle school but you’re running out of time. You hastily scribble, 'sign if you think I’m incredible’ at the top.

Before you know it your turn is up and your standing in front of the boys who are currently sharing a joke and laughing hilariously at themselves. 'Hey Hemmo, sign this for me will you?’ You say pushing god phone across the table. He startles and faces you immediately. 'Y/N?’ He seems to question. You just smile nervously, something you’re not ever like with Luke. But a lot is riding on this signing.

He grabs the phone and a sharpie a grin on his face until he reads your scribbled writing. He looks up. 'You heard that?’ He says softly and all you can do is nod a small smile on your face. He quickly signs the case and looks back up at you. 'Does this mean you’re free tonight for an actual like date?’ He questions. You grin and nod, 'I’m here all weekend, I fly home Monday afternoon, so yes, I’d love that.’ You reply and he stands tall frame towering over you. He reaches across the table and gives you the best bear hug he can considering the table in between you both. And then rather shyly he kisses you. Your insides are doing a little dance but you manage to kiss him back softly to the sounds of the other guys cheering.

Stood Up

Summary: Dan comes to Phil’s rescue and pretends to be his boyfriend after he is stood up for a blind date.

Word Count: 1608

Warnings: None I can think of

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Just a little something from Phil’s POV. Thanks for reading <3!

“Sir, are you ready to order yet?” The tall, male waiter spoke with a thick Italian accent. I had been sitting at the table alone for over half an hour. I was slowly starting to think it may have been a bad idea to let PJ set me up for a blind date.

“No, thank you, not quite. I’m still waiting on my date.” I replied before taking the last sip of my water.

“No offense, sir, but I don’t think he’s going to show up.” The waiter commented. He sat a fresh cup of water in front of me and removed my old glass.

“Maybe she is just running late, and it is a she, by the way.” I said, slightly offended that the waiter automatically assumed I was gay. I never understood how people could be so quick to assume things like that about others.

“Sure, sure” He said with a smirk before leaving to greet an incoming group of guests. Well this one certainly won’t be getting a great tip, I thought to myself. I looked at my phone and saw that it had been nearly forty five minutes past the time I had agreed to meet Mia. I had never been a fan of blind dates. Sure, I loved the surprise, you never know who you are going to meet. However, it’s times like these that you really have to trust the person that set you up, and my faith in PJ was starting to dwindle. I texted him twenty minutes ago and still had no reply. I needed to talk to someone to calm my nerves, so I decided to text the only person who could ever calm me down.

Phil:

I’m beginning to think I have been stood up…

Dan:

What?

Phil:

It’s been almost an hour and Mia isn’t here

Dan:

Are you kidding? Well, she’s obviously an idiot then

Phil:

And my waiter thinks I’m gay

Dan:

Well, is he nice looking?

Phil:

DAN!

Dan:

What? I’m just saying lol

Phil:

What do I do?

Dan:

You could tell him you aren’t into guys

Phil:

Not about the waiter! About Mia!

Dan:

Good. I would be intensely jealous if you hit on the waiter.

Dan:

You could wait a bit longer or you could just leave

Phil:

Should I try to get PJ to call her?

Dan:

NO. Bad idea.

Phil:

Well I don’t want to just leave. I’m going to look like a total loser.

Dan:

Alright. Give me fifteen minutes.

Phil:

Why? What are you doing?

Dan:

Making you not look like a loser while simultaneously confirming your waiter’s suspicions.

Phil:

No, Dan. You don’t have to do that.

Dan:

Already getting dressed

Phil:

Really, you don’t have to

Dan:

You’re at that place by the coffee shop, right?

Phil:

Yes

I sat my phone down and couldn’t help but feel a smile curving across my lips. The waiter was  avoiding my table, which I was thankful for. I wasn’t in the mood for anymore awkward conversation about my sexuality. I had given up on Mia. It had been nearly an hour. I knew she wasn’t going to show up. I should have felt disappointed. I should have felt rejected and alone, but I didn’t. Somehow it didn’t matter anymore. Dan was on his way, and in that moment, it was all that I needed. Dan was my best friend since before we even actually met. No one gets me like he does, he just understands me. If anyone can make a bad situation like this better, it’s Dan.

Fifteen minutes later Dan was walking through the door. My jaw practically dropped when I saw him. He was truly a breath taking sight. He wore black skinny jeans and a simple white button up shirt. Not a hair was out of place, he looked stunning. Before taking his seat at the table he handed me a bouquet of red roses.

“Sorry I’m late, darling. You know traffic was just awful” He said loudly as he took his seat. He wanted everyone to hear, including the waiter who was attending to the table next to us.

“Dan, you’re here.” I smiled and took the roses. They were very pretty. No one had ever given me flowers before.

“Our special night? Wouldn’t miss it for the world, baby.” Dan faked. He wasn’t the best liar when thrown on the spot, but with a little bit of preparation he was quite the little actor.

“And you brought me flowers?” I said with a smile, one that was most definitely not fake.

“Only the best for you, love” Dan said loudly. He wanted the attention of the entire restaurant, and he was making me blush in the process.

“Thank you, babe.” I said awkwardly, trying to help Dan along with the front.

“Don’t be so happy, I bought them from a street vendor who was also selling coconut flavored condoms, which I’m ninety-nine percent sure would automatically give you aids.” Dan leaned forward and mumbled, which elicited a loud laugh from my lips.

Dan called the waiter over and we placed our orders. He was so good at this. He played the boyfriend act so well. I wanted to tell him right then and there how thankful I was,  but I knew it would ruin the charade. He was truly the best friend anyone could ever ask for. Who else going to come help you not look like a loser in front of a whole room of fancy pants people? Dan was always there for me, I didn’t even have to ask. The waiter started to walk away and Dan flagged him back over for one more pompous display,

“Oh, waiter, a glass of red wine for me and my boyfriend please.” He said with a cocky little smirk, one which I must admit looked very nice on him. He played this part very well, indeed.

We made small talk until our food arrived. Dan didn’t mention the situation or how I had just been stood up by a girl that PJ assured me was very, very pretty. It was awkward at first, but somehow with Dan it all felt natural. Surprisingly enough, I was really enjoying myself. In a crowded, stuffy room with classical music playing, it was like we were alone. Everyone else had disappeared. He reached forward and played his hand flat on mine, on top of the table, and I didn’t quite know if he was putting on a front anymore. No one was paying attention to us, and his smile was so genuine that I was starting to think that maybe this could be real.

Our food arrived and I smiled as I watched Dan attempt to eat his spaghetti in a civilized manner. His cheeks were flustered with frustration as he tried to twirl the spaghetti around his fork, which wasn’t working out so well for him. He finally gave up and stuffed the pasta carelessly into his mouth. “You’re boyfriend apparently has no manners” He laughed, using a napkin to wipe the sauce from his mouth.

“It’s okay. Yours doesn’t either.” I laughed before doing the same with my own pasta. Dan smiled and let out a breathy chuckle.

“We much such a classy couple” Dan laughed, his eyes lifted to meet mine.

“Maybe not so much classy, but we are the cutest couple here.” I smiled and saw an unmistakable blush forming on Dan’s cheeks. “Thanks for coming to my rescue today you big dork.”

“Anytime, Phil” Dan replied. We finished our dinner and the waiter brought over the bill, which Dan promptly snatched up.

“Let me pay” He insisted. He reached into his pocked and pulled out his old, black leather wallet.

“No, Dan. You don’t have to do that.” I protested. “I’m the one who made you go on this date”

“I want to, Phil. You deserve it.” Dan insisted. “And you didn’t make me go on this date, it was my idea to come in the first place.”

Dan paid for dinner and soon we were on our way home. Thankfully it wasn’t a very long walk, I was so full that I could barely move.

“Thank you for dinner, Dan” I said, noticing how the moonlight was reflecting off his eyes, bringing out the little flecks of caramel and gold.

“No problem. We should do it again sometime” Dan suggested as he chewed at his bottom lip, a nervous habit of his.

“I would like that. Would it be weird to say that it was probably one of the best dates I’ve ever had?” I asked with a nervous giggle. My hands were shaking. It was all starting to feel too real.

“No” Dan answered as we kept a steady pace down the sidewalk. “Would it be weird to say I like you?”

I stopped dead in my tracks. I couldn’t believe the words I had just heard. Dan stopped and turned to face me. He looked virtually perfect in any lighting, but I have to admit that the way he looked in the moonlight was my favorite. “I like you, Phil. I like you a lot. I can’t ignore it anymore. It feels so real.” Dan confessed.

I pulled him into a kiss and wrapped my arms around him. I laid my head on his shoulder and buried my face in the crook of his neck. “I never thought I would hear you say that.”

You Know You Want To - Ch. 3

“Don’t start reading yet. Why do you think you’re going to regret it?” his voice was hushed with a definite serious tone.

“I just don’t know how you’re going to react.  It’s a freaking sex scene, Jared!  Surely you understand how it would make me feel to read that to you.  I mean, knowing you’re reading is one thing. Reading it to you and hearing your reaction is another.  It’s just daunting.” She spoke clearly and with seeming confidence, but he could tell that at least part of her reaction was bravado.  

She listened to him take a deep breath and let it out slowly before he spoke “It’s only daunting because you’re letting it be.  It’s a scene. Words on a page.  Something you created, using your imagination.  Don’t decide that you’re going to regret it before you even read it to me.  You’re a fighter.  Say fuck it and just do it.”

She stayed quiet and heard him breathe deeply again before his voice asked softly “What are you afraid of?”

“I really don’t know if I’m more afraid that you’re going to hate it or that you’ll like it.” She said and then laughed when he did.

“Well, I like your writing. I have read your sex scenes before and I promise it’s not very likely that I’ll hate it.  I won’t tease you too much about being worried that I’ll like it.” His voice trailed off with a slight chuckle.

She could feel herself relaxing the more she talked to him and decided to voice it “How do you do that? How do you make me relax in minutes like that?”

“I’m not doing anything special.  I’m just a man, sweetheart.” He answered after a moment of contemplation.

“Maybe that’s why I can relax, because I know that.  Okay. Are you ready for me to start reading now?” she asked after she figured out that it really was okay to read to him.

“Go for it” he said as he settled into his seat and got comfortable.

“I guess it’s asking too much to ask that you not comment until I’m through reading huh?” she asked semi-seriously.

“Quit trying to control everything and just read.” He answered but she could hear the smile in his voice.

“Alright, alright.” She laughed and then took a breath before she started reading.  He was silent until she got halfway down the second page and clothing was starting to disappear in the scene.

His voice interrupted her with a whispered “Mmmm, very nice.”

Her voice faltered for a beat and her breathing quickened slightly but she continued to read.  He listened to her voice, to her struggling to slow her breath down as the scene slowly built in intensity.  He closed his eyes and listened closely, licking his lips as she hesitated in her reading.  “Don’t stop now, keep going.” His voice had lowered slightly in pitch, making her heart pound a little heavier.

“Jared…” she said simply, looking down at her hand and watching it tremble in reaction to him.

“Mmmmm…read.” He answered in a sexy voice, knowing that the scene was really affecting her from her voice.

She made a soft sound and then continued reading, grateful when he remained silent.  She could hear his breathing deepen and then a slight groan when she finally finished reading the scene and grew quiet.

She heard nothing for the longest time until she ventured “Are you still there?”

“Oh yeah, definitely.” He answered in the same low sexy voice he’d had when he told her to keep reading.

“What are you thinking?” she asked, trying to prepare herself for the answer he gave her.

He chuckled low and asked “Are you sure you want the answer to that?”

Her breathing quickened immediately in response to him as she uttered “Yes.”

Her breath caught again a moment later when he said “I want you to go lie down on your bed for me.” She was very quiet but he could hear the catch in her breathing and then listened as she struggled to slow it down, unsuccessfully.  

“We’re back to that?” she asked as she fought to control her reaction to him.

“What are you afraid of?” he questioned after a long pause.

“I’m not afraid” she answered and then rolled her eyes at herself because her hands were trembling.

“Okay, then what’s holding you back?” he asked, keeping his voice low.

“I don’t really know how to answer that question.” She sighed, and pushed her hand through her hair.

He immediately just stated “I’m not playing with you, not in a bad way.  If that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Why should I believe you?” she asked after leaning her head back against the chair and staring at the ceiling.

“Because it’s the truth.” He said softly and tapped his fingers on his thigh, listening as if he could hear her brain processing his words.

“And you just want me to accept that.” She said, not sure if she really should trust him or not.

He continued to listen to her breathe as he made his way to his bedroom.  She closed her eyes at his next words “Please?”  He paused when he heard her sigh before continuing “Look, I just want to have a little fun with you.  Understand?”

“Yes, I understand” she finally admitted several minutes later.

“Then go lie down on your bed for me.” He coaxed, as he kicked his shoes off and relaxed on his bed.

She walked out of the computer room and crawled onto her bed and dropped down on it.  “Okay, what’s next?” Her voice was breathless.

“Close your eyes. Tell me where you want me to touch you.” He said in that coaxing tone again.

She was silent long enough that he continued “Play along with me, use your imagination, it’s just us. Tell me what you want.”

“How far do you plan to go with this?” she asked after a long pause.

“How far do you think I plan to go with this?” he returned with slight impatience at her question.

Her breathing deepened and then she said “Where are you?”

“On my bed” he answered.

“I’m not going to lie here and let you work me up to the point that I can’t take anymore, you know. If you want phone sex, you can ask.” She said in a voice slightly above a whisper.

“I just know that your voice is sexy and I want to hear you come apart.  I don’t want to imagine it.  I want to hear you. So yeah, if you just want me to boldly ask, yes that’s what I want.” He said as his jaw tightened.

“Say please” she said with a small giggle.

“Don’t push me.” He returned.

She laughed softly and got quiet for a long pause as she tried to figure out how to start.  She closed her eyes and just asked “Would it work for you if I crawl up your body and straddle your hips?”

“Yes, that works” he said and relaxed on his bed and listened to her.

“And if I rock back and forth against your body, while softly scraping my nails down your chest? Do you like that?” she asked in a sultry voice.

“Mmmm…yeah” he answered.

“Slowly rocking my hips against you.  Can you feel me, Jared?” she breathed.

“I can imagine you.” He said in a low voice.

“Don’t imagine…feel me…put your hands on my hips while I move against you.  Feel me.  You’re getting really hard, so eager to be inside me.  I can feel you” her voice was breathy and soft.

“You’re really good at this” he groaned.

“Shhhhh.  Just tell me how you’re touching me. I’m bending forward to nuzzle the side of your neck and then kissing along your jaw.  My hands slide up your arms to find your hands and clasp them while I rub my body against yours.  Do you want me?” she slid her hand down her body as she spoke to him.

“Yes, I want you.  I want to be inside you.” He groaned as his body responded to her.

“Then take me.  I’m way beyond ready for you.  Take me.” she whispered into his ear.

“Fuck, woman.  Rolling us over so I’m on top of you, kissing you long and deep as I thrust into your body.” His hand wrapped around his length and began slowly stroking as he listened to her breathing quicken.

“Oh yeah…that’s it. Fuck me slow and hard.” Her fingers mimicked her words as she listened to his breathing and his moans as he worked his body in sync with hers.

Using soft words back and forth, they breathed and moaned to each other, climbing higher and higher. He knew she was close from the desperate cries and the change in her voice.  He sped up his own movements but tried to stay focused on her voice as she began to take off “Oh yeah, baby…that’s it, cum for me” he growled, hitting the point of no return as she cried out his name.  She bit her lip as she listened to him join her, sighing out her name as he began to come down.

Several minutes later after the hushed words and their breathing slowed, he sighed “You really are pretty good at that.”

She laughed softly and said “You bring it out in me.”

“Oh really?” he asked.

“Yep, first time in a very long time for me for phone sex.  Don’t start thinking that it’s something I do regularly.” She giggled.

He laughed and said “So, interested in a repeat sometime soon?”

She laughed softly again and said “Hmmm, I dunno.”

He smiled at her teasing tone and said “You know you want to.”

“It’s like you’re in my head when you say that.  Like you know what I want better than I do.” She said allowing the wonder in her voice to come through to him.

“Does that make you nervous?” he asked, not bothering to try to deny that he could tell what she wanted from the tone of her voice

“Strangely enough, no it doesn’t.  It should. But it doesn’t.” she responded while her fingers slid up and down her skin.

He listened to the change in her voice and grinned before asking “Do you want to go again?”

“Yes, I do.” she answered in a sultry voice.

“Let’s go” he sighed, feeling his body hardening again.