i should sleep now because i have class in a few hours

Happy Tuesday.

I’m calling it “Yurio Catches Puberty” as a working title. (PG for swearing and puberty.) (Warning for body image stuff, very minor.) 

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“WHEN WILL THIS BE OVER?”

The scream of anguish from the rink’s locker room shower made Yuuri look up sharply. He’d only arrived in St. Petersburg yesterday, but this couldn’t be normal, even if nobody else seemed to be paying the slightest attention.

“AUGH!”

It was definitely Yurio.

“Yurio?” he started to ask, but Georgi clapped a hand over his mouth.

“Don’t engage,” he hissed.

Yuuri looked at him, wide-eyed.

“What’s going on?” he whispered, as Yurio began a steady, at least quieter stream of cursing in Russian, then English, then Japanese that Yuuri definitely hadn’t taught him.

“Puberty,” Georgi said.

Yuuri blinked. “Puberty?” he asked.

Georgi gave him a disgusted look. “Of course,” he mumbled to himself. “The golden boy didn’t suffer puberty…”

He wandered off, now also cursing, and Yuuri had ten seconds of silence before Yurio kicked the shower door open and strode out, towel around his waist.

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THE QUEST FOR LOVE

Relationships has never been something I’m brave enough to write about, especially in public. The love between a man and a woman to me is very personal. Add religion into the equation and it just becomes very sacred to me. I do not wish to write too long, since I have classes tomorrow at 9am and it’s exactly 4.30am right now. However, I just need to let a few things off my chest because it has been bothering me for quite a while now. Also, due to my hectic schedule, this is the only time I have to write- though I swear to god I’m super sleepy right now

Before we jump into the topic, yes I am single. Have I ever been in a relationship? The answer is also yes. I know how it feels like to love and be loved the same way I know how it feels to be completely shattered. You see, different people have different definitions of love. I strongly believe that the people we fall in love with can sometimes reflect the kind of person we are. For instance, I really value religion, knowledge and ambition. Thus, if i were to marry someone, I look for someone with these exact characteristics. I want someone who has the same goals that I have. Someone who will not only fight with me to succeed in this world, but also in the hereafter. I need someone who works just as hard as I do, not someone who is always tired and only cares about sleep. No more time should be wasted with whiny and lazy ambitionless boys. If you’re serious to pursue a relationship, look for a man.

If there’s one thing a relationship has taught me, it is the importance of maturity when it comes to love. NEVER indulge in a relationship just because it’s a ‘nice’ feeling. If you want to be with someone might as well be with a person who will help bring the best out of you, spiritually, mentally and also emotionally. If the relationship you are in is leading you towards the haraam, leave. No buts. It is just the end of a toxic relationship, not the end of the world. 

By the way people, it is perfectly OKAY to be single. I have been single for over a year now, and wallahi I have never been this happy and I have been achieving so much. I always tell my friends that when you are single, you have 27 hours a day. What it essentially mean is that you’ll have more time for yourself. I know some people who can only seek comfort in the presence of their significant other. After one relationship ends they feel the need to jump into another. Chill people, chill. Take a breather. You don’t need another person to feel sufficient. Try to be comfortable and at peace with yourself with or without a relationship. You have the rest of your life to be spent with your significant other, so while you’re single, might as well really embrace/enjoy it.

Okay last point before I hit the sack, never settle. Ya Allah I can’t stress this enough. Being single is better than being with the wrong person. As they say, it’s better to wait long than marry wrong. If we dont know what we deserve, we will always settle for less. But to deserve more, we should first be more. Build your character before you choose to build a family. Study hard, learn new skills, take up a hobby, read more, travel. There’s so much that can be done when you’re single for your personal development. Take care of yourself. Your health, spirituality, intelligence, akhlak (good character) etc & inshaAllah you’ll get someone who’d do the same for you.

Jim Rohn once said, “The greatest gift you can give somebody is your own personal development. I used to say, ‘If you will take care of me, I will take care of you.’ Now I say, ‘I will take care of me for you, if you will take care of you for me”.

I know this entry is all over the place, but I’m half awake so do forgive me. I hope you find this post helpful. As for me, call me philophobic but I am personally afraid to be in a relationship again. But when the time comes, I hope the guy I end up with will be proud with the lady I have become. If you happen to read this, whoever you may be, please know that not a day passes that I don’t make do’a for you, and for us. Wherever you are in this world, I hope you are also striving to be your best self. May Allah make it easy for us to find our way to each other. See you when I see you!

Ending this cringey post with one of my favorite quotes from Rumi,

‘Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.’

Lots of love,

Aisyah

Sorry I’m Late, I Was Saving Paris

Read here on AO3!

Fandom:
Miraculous Ladybug

Rating:
General

Theme:
Humor

Summary:
Caline Bustier has heard many ridiculous excuses from Marinette when she is late. But this one took the cake.
What she had not expected, was for it to be true.

Author’s Note:
So, this is just a little one-shot reveal, inspired by a line in another one-shot I am working on. (The never-ending spiral of inspiration doom!)
Clearly, this one spoke to me most, because I got it done in just a couple of days.
Just one of my usual humour one-shots, so I hope you like it!!!


If there was one thing Caline Bustier could count on in her class, it was Marinette. Oh, sure, she was a brilliant, reliable class president, and always turned her homework in on time (sometimes just in the nick of time, but still on time). But no, what she could count on, was that Marinette would be late (not all the time, just… way too often at this point) and that when she arrived, she would make the most ridiculous excuses that she had ever heard.

They were the excuses of someone panicking and struggling for an excuse. And as creative as Marinette was… she was atrocious at coming up with believable lies. Oh, they were still brilliantly creative, just not one bit believable. In fact, some of them were so brilliantly insane that she had started making a list of them in a notebook that sat on her desk. So far she had filled up an entire two pages, and there were some utter gems.

She had even talked with some of the other teachers and they had come across the same thing. Though she wasn’t as lenient with Marinette’s tardiness, Ms Mendeleiev still shared some of her favourite excuses with her.

Still, nothing  would ever beat:

“I’m sorry I’m late!” Marinette called as she dashed in. “I - I was…” She panted slightly as she rushes up to her desk and began unpacking her things. You could practically see her floundering for an excuse. “ I was saving Paris!”

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Stress Reliever-Ashton Irwin Smut

Could you do an Ashton smut where you baby sit his kids because he’s so stressed? Business man and wife left him. So of course he needs a stress reliever. And that’s (y/n). She’s a bad bitch😉👏🏻

Hey I’m so sorry this has taken me months to write. I’ve been super busy with school and I’ve honestly also been procrastinating. I hope this is what you were looking for and thanks so much for being my first request.

And please remember that I am open for requests if you have any, just don’t expect them to come out right away.


You couldn’t resist the adorable five year old child in front of you. The way her small lips would turn into a pout and her head would tilt slightly to the left made it practically impossible to say no to another serving of ice cream. You were weak, and she knew it too.

She clapped her hands and beamed up at you. Despite the pit in your stomach telling you not to give the adorable devil another serving, you reluctantly handed her another bowl, slightly smaller than the last, filled with chocolate ice cream.

As she scarfed down her second dessert, you checked your phone to see if her father, Ashton had texted you. You had immediately volunteered to babysit his daughter after his job started picking up it’s pace.

He was childhood friends with your older brother so when he complained to your brother about needing a part-time nanny, you actually raised your hand like a school girl. Not only did you love spending time with Ellie, you also needed money for food, being a junior in college.

Although Ashton had a beautiful child and a decent job, you always felt bad for him because he had to grow up faster than anyone you knew. Getting a girl pregnant at age eighteen takes a toll on people. Especially when the girl you impregnate leaves you with a two week year-old baby because she “couldn’t handle being responsible for another human being.”

“I’m tired,” Ellie whined, reaching her hands up to rub her eyes. You quickly snapped out of your daze and picked her up.

“Bed time story?” you asked the sleepy toddler. She nodded quickly which made you smile at her eagerness.

Just as her eyes closed you let out a sigh and had just started cleaning up the mess she had made the past few hours when you heard the front door close from within the apartment.

You walked out into the living room to see Ashton looking down at the bills strewn across the kitchen table. “Hey Ash, I just put her to bed.”

A light smile grazed his lips. “Thanks, (Y/n).”

With the small smile on his face you recalled just how attractive he was. His sandy brown hair was long, but still a reasonable length and his light green eyes were always warm. You hadn’t told anyone this, except for your best friend back in high school, but you had always found him attractive.

“Do you want to stay and watch a bit of TV for a little but because I technically said I wouldn’t be home for another thirty minutes. O-or if you have to go that’s fine too,” his face grew slightly red.

You laughed, “Yeah sure. How was work?” you asked, moving to sit crisscross on his couch. 

He sat down close to you and sighed, “Actually insane. I feel like I’m in high school all over again. Whatever papers that they give me to complete, they just seem to go unused. It’s like the busy work Mr. Greene would give us. Did you have Mr. Greene?”

You nodded as he grabbed the remote for the television. “Of course. I don’t remember anything from his class because his voice would just put me to sleep,” you both laughed.

“Exactly. That’s like every meeting that I am forced to go to. My boss is practically Mr. Greene and I can never focus because his voice makes me want to fall asleep.”

Deciding to be bold, you placed your hand on his knee and rubbed it soothingly, “Why don’t you just quit? You’re obviously not enjoying it.”

He didn’t seem fazed so you moved your hand up a little further, “Because I need the money. It’s the best job that offers no college experience required.”

Your hand was now slowly caressing his mid-thigh over the pants to his suit. “W-what are you doing?” he asked suddenly, looking down at your hand.

You shrugged and brought your hand up a little higher, “You just seem so stressed and I thought I could maybe help you a little.”

His breath got caught in his throat, “Y-yeah?”

Slowly nodding, you brought you hand on his quickly growing bulge. “Yeah.”

With just the slightest of touches, he quickly inhaled and closed his eyes.

Because he wasn’t denying you, you applied pressure to the tent in his pants which made him groan. 

Slowly, you reached for his zipper and tugged it down achingly slow. “Is this okay?” you asked.

“Yes, fuck, yeah,” he whimpered when you palmed him over his boxers.

A small smile stretched across your face as you crawled off of the couch and lowered yourself between his legs.

He visibly gulped, “W-what about your brother?”

While you pulled down his boxers you kept eye contact with him and shrugged, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

When his almost fully-erect member was released from its confines, he let out a long breath of air. Without hesitation, you gripped him and slowly tugged upward until he was a moaning mess. “I should come home stressed more often,” he laughed, shakily.

You bit your lip and looked back up at him to see he was staring down at you with hooded eyes. Boldly, you licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock which caused his eyes to roll back. “Oh shit. Baby, your tongue feels so good,” he whimpered.

Just the sight of him, hair matted, crisp, white shirt with only a few buttons still buttoned, made you wet.

You latched your lips around his tip and wasted no time before sinking your head all the way down his length. He wasn’t the longest you had ever had, but he was definitely the thickest.

His mouth widened considerably at the sight of his member down your throat. “You’re so hot when you suck my cock.”

You moaned at his words, the awkward Ashton now completely gone. The vibrations from your moan caused him to buck his hips. When your throat clenched around him he let out an exasperated grunt.

“I’m so close, fuck!” he moaned when he hit the back of your throat again. “I want to be inside you. Please,” he begged, tugging on your hair to pull you up.

“Are you sure?” you asked, surprised that he wanted more than just a blowjob. He nodded frantically and you stood up and walked towards his room. It took him a second to understand what your were doing, but he was soon on your heels.

Once you and Ashton entered his room, you hastily discarded your shirt and leggings. “Lie down,” you demanded.

He obeyed immediately and climbed onto his bed, only wearing his shirt. Your legs quivered at the sight of his member sticking straight up.

When he noticed you looking, a cocky smile spread across his face. “Enjoying the view?”

You rolled your eyes and tugged down your underwear, “Shut up, Irwin.”

His eyes widened when you moved to straddle him, “What’s wrong? Do you not want to?”

His head shook quickly, “No, I want to. It’s just, I haven’t been intimate with anyone since…” he trailed off.

“Since Ellie came?” He nodded. You leaned down and kissed his lips slowly. “Want me to be slow?”

“Fuck no,” he whined before lining up with your entrance so you could sink down.

Your mouth widened at his width. “Ash,” you moaned. You felt him sit up and lean against the bed frame.

“You feel so good, (Y/n),” he whispered, moving his hands to unbuckle your bra. He hummed when your boobs spilled out of their confines.

Slowly, you raised from his shaft and then quickly sunk back down. “Oh my god,” Ashton whimpered.

You started to grind on his cock, earning more moans from the two of you combined until he forcefully gripped your hips and continuously pulled you down on him.

“Ashton!” you yelled, forgetting about the five year-old not too far away.

He could hardly form a coherent sentence and mostly released loud moans and groans of pleasure.

“You’re so thick, Ash.”

He hummed at the feeling of your chests pressed together. “You’re so fucking tight, Jesus.”

“Are you close?” he asked, bringing a hand down to rub figure eights against your clit.

You clenched around him and nodded, “Yes.”

“I could fuck you all day,” he said, bringing his other hand to slap your ass.

Your mouth dropped as that sent you over the edge. You screamed his name repeatedly as the knot inside your stomach burst.

He continued to move your hips until he came in four, hot spurts.

When you had both settled down, he stopped your motion and rested his head in the crook of your neck, placing a few kisses in his wake.

“What does this mean?” you asked him, feeling a little guilty for fucking up your friendship because you knew that after the sex you had just had, you wouldn’t want to remain just friends.

He moved his head to look you in the eyes, “What do you want this to mean?” he asked.

You thought for a minute before responding, “I want this to not be a one-time thing.”

He smiled, “Thank god, I was hoping you’d say that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I just don’t know what to tell your brother when he comes over in a couple minutes to see his baby sister naked, and still on my cock.”


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Night Moves

Written for Baby’s Big 50 Birthday Challenge, hosted by @butiaintgonnaloveem​​. My prompt was “Night Moves” by Bob Seger. Happy Birthday, Baby!

Summary: Dean and Sam go see an old friend while recovering from a rough hunt. She helps them admit what they really want.

Pairings: Sam x Dean, Sam x Dean x OFC (Katherine)

Warnings: Smut, feels, Wincest

Word Count: 4150

A/N: I loved writing this one. Hope y’all love it too! Feedback appreciated. XOXO

Dean slides the cassette into the deck, grinning when the music starts. He’s got the itch under his skin and he needs to drive, needs to breathe fresh air and see some new trees.

“You ready, Baby?” he whispers, and he swears she purrs back a yes.

Sam comes out of the motel room, looking sleepy and relaxed, blinking into the early morning sunlight. “What are we doing up this early?”

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Give You the World

“You, you are art—the most beautiful piece of all.”

Synopsis: If there’s one thing that inspired you to keep going in life, it was a simple picture painted on a wall by a street artist named V. It changed your life—he changed your life and all you want to do is meet him. But what if V is closer than you think?

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Pairing: street artist!Taehyung x Reader // artist au

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 11.6k

A/N: re-uploaded once again :) this fic will forever hold a place in my heart haha


Just once.

You want to meet him just once in your life: the furtive street artist whose work stains the dainty town and sparks inspiration within you. Scattered among the nooks of your small town are his pieces of art that stand on an equal par to a diamond in the rough. Though, others beg to differ and claim that his “excuse of art” should not taint the pure streets of such a beautiful suburb. You believe that people should open their eyes to the beauty that is the wide world of art, an intricate way to express a whirlwind of thoughts and emotion, each piece holding a unique story.

To encounter the man behind the alluring masterpieces seems like it would occur once every blue moon. To meet the artist who has inspired you and motivated you in ways day to day people cannot would be an honor, especially if the only factor known about him is his street name, V.

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work for it | reggie mantle (riverdale)

Originally posted by riverdalesource

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request: can i ask for a reggie x reader where he tries to ask her out but plays hard to get? thanks! :)

it was just another pep rally for the river vixens but for cheryl blossom it meant that there was another opportunity to be in the spotlight, being the captain and all.

you smile over to your red headed best friend, she was nervous like always. her parents had attended every single bulldog/vixen event but after jason’s death they had stopped because the memories flooded back each time they sat in those bleachers.

tonight was different though, tonight both blossom parents were here to support the teenage girl, so we had practice every damn day for at least a few hours. 

we had to make this rally perfect so cheryl could show her parents what they’ve been missing.

“you know this routine inside and out cheryl, you could do it in your sleep” you reassure her placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“thank you” she smiles softly at you “what are best friends for?” you giggle bumping her hip with your own as you apply your last coat of mascara to your eyelashes.

it was our fifth and final period and cheryl had ordered an emergency practice which resulted us being forced out to practice on the field with the jocks because the gym was being occupied by freshman gym class.

“5 minute break” cheryl yells allowing us to rest and hydrate.

you wonder over to the drinks table pouring yourself a cup a icy water from the cooler they leave there for the jocks.

“drinking our water i see?” you jump at the sudden voice almost covering yourself in water “god you scared me” you mumble wiping your mouth of the fallen liquid.

it was the one and only reggie mantle, it was common knowledge to all the kids at riverdale high that the raven haired jock had a thing for you. you flirted back and fourth tension building between the two of you.

he’d asked you out multiple times as well as half the other guys on the team but you refused to date anyone of them. the girls on your squad were puzzled at your decision to turn down only the best of riverdale high but you just shrugged it off.

you didn’t want to fall into the stereo type of an ‘easy’ cheerleader.

its not that you weren’t attracted to him because god, you were. he was tall, strong one of the best bodies in your year but he was more than that. you were the only one who’d seen past his bad boy jock facade.

he had everybody fooled, except you.

“can’t a hard working vixen get herself some cold water?”

he smirks “depends” he steps closer continuing to flirt

“will this working hard-gorgeous vixen want to go on a date with this beautiful specimen of a bulldog”

you roll your eyes placing the cup back down on the table

“you know what I’m actually not that thirsty” you turn and walk back toward your squad, swinging your hips as you know his eyes are watching your every agonising move.

“your going to have to try harder than that reg” you yell to the boy

he bites his clenched fist before jogging over to his jock friends.

you begin to stretch when cheryl approach you a smirk evident on her face. you grab her shoulder to stabilise yourself as you tuck one foot up.

“what are you doing?” she questions you, looking you up and down then behind you were you know reggie is staring based on the voice of coach clayton yelling at the poor boy.

“mantle! ball. over here” you giggle turning and giving the small boy a wave

“gosh (y/n) why don’t you just say yes!” the captain fumes at you.

“because its reggie cheryl” you muse taking a break from the stretching.

she huffs crossing her arms over her chest.

“oh c’mon you don’t seriously think i should go out with him? you hate reggie and me dating jocks remember what happened last time?”

she ignores you staring off behind you

“god what are you looking out” you turn spotting a familiar red head looking your way.

you smile and wave at your long time friend before turning and facing your best friend.”

“oh. my. god.” you squeal bouncing on your feet

“what now?” she snaps

you grin widely “you have a thing for andrews gah this is golden!!”

her eyes widen and she shakes her head “no i don’t!” she defends 

you laugh clapping your hands together

“it doesn’t matter his into you- they’re all freaking into you”

your features soften “cheryl archie is NOT into me” 

“I’m serious its completely platonic- wait what does this have to do with me and mantle?” you question dipping down to touch your toes.

“well if you start seeing the bimbo jock-” you interrupt her “don’t call him that”

she sighs “anyways if you start seeing each other than you my dear friend can put in a good word with efron- and then we can have double dates at pop’s!”

“god you didn’t just refer to archie as zac efron” you giggle

she narrows her eyes causing you to shoot your hands up “fine fine ill put in a good word to archiekins, i don’t need reggie for that”.

you bend down again touching your toes when you hear whistles and a huge thud.

you both turn quickly glancing as reggie is sprawled out onto the floor clutching his head as he rips off his helmet. before you know it your legs are carrying you over to the injured boy dropping to your knees as you approach him

“reg oh my god are you okay what happened?!” you bout running your hands over his face worry covering your expression like a blanket.

he winces trying to stand up only to stumble down, you stand quickly trying to bare all his weight. “arch” you mumble begging for the bulldog to help you out.

he swoops over holding the boy up, “what happened?!” you exclaim glancing at his team mates they all go quite holding in laughter “what?!” you ask confessed looking to your friend and the injured raven haired jock.

arch sighs laughing before answering “someone was having a good look at your ass and moose clocked him because someone didn’t have his head in the game”

you laugh covering your mouth as your cheeks heat up “hey i wasn’t-” he tries to defend himself leaning against his team mate.

“oh im sure you weren’t” you tease poking his chest

“practice is over mantle your on the beach tonight” he throws his hands in the air in frustration pulling away from the support of his red headed best friend

“c'mon coach-” coach clayton tucks his clipboard under his arm pointing a finger at the raven headed captain “i can’t afford you trying to show off to your girl- rest up”

your eyes fall to the ground blushing as Reggies attempts to cover up what his coach just said

a laugh spills from your mouth but your hands dart up to stop anymore from being realised. he glances at you with pleading eyes his rosy cheeks evident on his tan skin.

“(y/n)!” you turn to see your best friend yelling your name “i gotta get back to practice to you need help getting him to the bench?”

archie shakes his head adjusting his grip on the sulking boy “nah we’re good, go back to cheryl before she bursts a vessel”

you give the two boys a two finger salute before winking and rushing back over to your hot headed cheer captain

“jeez cap don’t get your knickers in a knot” you complain throwing your hair up into a pony tail.

she huffs turning and clapping to get the vixens attention “lets go bitches formation!” she yells

you roll your eyes getting into position catching the boys staring as we start our routine. “be right back” you mumble to the red head before jogging over to the pair on the first row of the bleachers

“yes” you smile catching reggies attention, the ice pack of his head slipping as he moves his hand away. they share a confused glance before looking back at the dumb smile on your face.

“wait what?” the raven haired boy chuckles nervously “ill come with you- on a date. pop’s. tonight” you speak with confidence twirling your hair.

a smile grows on his lips “really?” you dip down to reach his eye level “as long as ginger god comes too, for my ginger goddess” you point to the anger cheerleader standing with her vixens

“deal?” you question smile lazily placing your hand on his thigh

he looks to archie and he shrugs “im in” you give your friend a fist pump before looking back to the shy boy “deal” he finally speaks smiling up at me.

“what made you change your mind?” he asks nervously

you bite your lip backing away “i told you mantle, you had to work for it”

his smugness overwhelms his features archie elbow him in giddiness as he watches his friend flirt with the girl of his jock dreams

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anonymous asked:

Could you write something where they try to see how long it takes scott to realize that theyre just pretending to date but then they realize that theyre not really pretending please and thank you!!

ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10756875

“I’m bored,” Stiles sighed.

“Hi bored, I’m Derek.”

“God that was literally a dad joke Derek. You’re the worst.”

Derek hummed in response, still not looking up from his laptop.

“I’m serious though I’m bored. Let’s do something.”

“Like what? Walk to the park and enjoy the weather?”

“Jesus Derek, you’re approaching Grandpa territory now. No, I mean like, a project or something.”

“A puzzle?” Derek suggested.

“Seriously Derek? No, we’re not going to put a puzzle together. I was thinking a long-term project. Let’s prank the pack.”

“The pack is 99% wolves, how are you going to trick them?”

“Scott may be a wolf but he’s still as oblivious as always. Please please please help me prank him,” Stiles practically whined, bouncing around the room.

Derek knew he would never say no to Stiles. Stiles could literally ask him for anything and Derek knew he would give it to him without a doubt.

“Fine. What do you have in mind?”

Stiles paced around the room for a bit until stopping in his tracks, sending Derek a grin that only meant that Derek would regret saying yes.

“Pretend dating.”

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Hidden

Request: could you please write a siriusxreader where he and james have the habit to take the cloak and stay up late in the commom room making bets about the couples making out and one night they caught their best friend, the reader, making out with a guy and she heard them and leave with the guy to her dorm and sirius stops talking to her and you can finish how you want?

“Guess we’ll have a boring night.” – Sirius said, sitting under the invisibility cloak with James. – “I can’t believe there’s not a single…” – But he stopped suddenly, when the portrait hole just opened up. He almost jumped up to greet Y/N, but then he saw a guy behind her, hand in hand, leading him into the common room.

“That was close.” – He breathed out as they plopped down on the couch. – “I thought Filch is going to murder us.”

“No, he’d prefer to torture us first, haven’t you heard that from him before?” – She giggled and rolled her eyes.

Rhys leaned closer and put his hand on her thigh. “Well, usually I’m not getting into any troubles… like you.”

“I don’t know what are you talking about.” – She replied with her most innocent face, looking up at him before he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her so passionately and deeply she had to lean back on the couch immediately.

Meanwhile, Sirius’ heart was beating in his ears and felt he could just go and rip the bloke apart – but more and more he saw he just really wanted to leave. He couldn’t watch this anymore. “I want to go.” – He almost jumped up, but James grabbed his arm, pulling him back to the ground just in time, while he was still under the cloak.

“What was that?” – Y/N asked suddenly, breaking the kiss while Rhys rested his hand under her skirt.

“I haven’t heard anything.” – He said quickly, in the attempt to continue what he started. A few seconds later she heard something again – and now she was sure. James and Sirius doing that again.

Anger filled her immediately; she always told them it’s a terrible thing to do, but knowing that her best friends sneaking up on her to…

She jumped up suddenly, taking the boy’s hand. “Come to my dorm. It’s more private there, you know.” – She said loudly, glancing on the corner where she heard the noises before. Rhys shot a half grin at her before they both left.


“It’s nice to actually see you!” – Y/N yelled after she arrived to the Great Hall, sitting down next to Sirius. James looked at her almost scared, knowing she’d easily hex him. – “You really are both huge prats, you know that?”

“Sorry! We didn’t know you had a date.” – James said desperately.

She looked at him across the table with a furious face. “You shouldn’t do this at all! There’s privacy, you know!” – She said loudly, trying to not shout. – “And what if I wouldn’t hear you? Then you just sit there, watching me having sex on the couch with Rhys?”

Sirius shifted in his chair, but still stayed in silence.

“No! We usually leave when that part comes.” – James said in a low voice, causing her to roll her eyes. – “Look, I’m really sorry.”

She sighed, shaking her head before she turned to Sirius. “And you have nothing to say?”

“Not really.” – He answered shortly, now even bothering to look into her eyes before he stood up, grabbed her backpack and left the Great Hall. Y/N was so shocked she couldn’t even speak for a long minute.

“What’s gotten into him?” – She asked James, but he just shrugged, looking at his plate, carefully avoiding her gaze. She shrugged too; she get used to Sirius’ mood swings by now. Besides, she was still angry with the boys for what they did.

But hours passed and he didn’t talk to her. He didn’t even sit next to her at classes, when she asked something he didn’t even hear – or just acted like he haven’t. At the end of the day, after dinner, she stopped him in front of the Fat Lady, not bearing his strange and annoying behaviour anymore.

“Sirius, what is wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” – He said, ready to leave her, but she grabbed his arm.

“Really? Because it seems to me you’re angry with me since this morning. Or yesterday night.”

The memory made him angry immediately. “Well, sorry, it wasn’t a pleasant sight for my eyes to see your sweet Rhys running his hands all over you.”

She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to understand the situation. “Why is that bothering you, actually?”

“It isn’t! I just… I thought you’re not one of those girls.”

Her eyes widened in anger. “One of those girls?! You mean like those girls whom you like so much, right? Those who let you in your bed so easily? Because I don’t remember I’ve ever heard you complain about them.” – Sirius opened his mouth, but she continued quickly. – “And I’ve never complained either about them.”

“That’s completely different! And why would you complain? It’s none of your business.”

Her jaw dropped. “Do you even hear yourself?” Yes, that’s not my business, just as it isn’t yours what I do with other guys!” – She shouted, causing several paintings to hiss at them. – “Or you’re the only one who can sleep around?  Using girls to make yourself better and forget about bad things? To feel yourself not so lonely sometimes?”

As she stopped and Sirius’ eyes darkened, she knew she crossed a line, but before she could’ve said something, he spoke up in a low voice. “Fuck you, Y/N. Oh, I forget somebody already done that.” – He said before he left, stepping through the portrait hole. She went after him, seriously considering to curse or hex him from behind, or at least shouting something to him, but by the time she was inside, Sirius was out of her sight.

She plopped down next to James, tears choking her and face red from the anger. “What happened?” – James asked, eyebrows furrowed.

She took several deep breaths before she could speak without crying. “Your friend angry with me, because… I don’t even know! He’s an idiot.”

James exhaled slowly. “You seriously don’t know why he’s angry with you?”

“Well, he’s because he thinks I slept with Rhys. But other than that… it’s none of his business. He shouldn’t be angry with me because of that!”

“Yes, but… wait, did you say he thinks? So you didn’t… you know.”

Y/N shot an angry look at him. “Not like it matters, but no. I was too angry after I realized you saw me.” – And I like someone else anyway, she thought.

“And what the guy said?”

She shrugged. – “He was furious and left. He was an asshole, actually.”

James adjusted his glasses and sat closer to Y/N. “Listen. You should talk to Sirius.”

“Sure, I will! After he apologized.” – She remembered something then, and after she ran her fingers through her hair, she sighed. – “But that’s probably not going to happen. I said ugly things to him too.”

“I’m sure you can…” – He started, but she cut him off.

“But he started this! It was his fault, right?”

“Talk to him.” – James said slowly.

“After he apologized.” – Y/N said again, leaving her friend on the common room who rolled his eyes at her. She knew, very well that Sirius too proud and stubborn to say sorry first. The only problem is that she was the same.


And they managed to spend four days without talking each other. It was only sarcastic comments or judging looks and short, sad glances when the other hasn’t noticed.

Until they went to Hogsmeade together and the other left them alone at a table; James, Remus and Peter went to another round of butterbeer while Lily and Marlene went to the loo, but curiously, none of them returned.

After ten minutes of awkward silence Sirius emptied his glass and jumped up. “I go and kill them.”

But Y/N grabbed his arm. “Can’t we talk?” – She had no idea why she said this, maybe the firewhisky, maybe the last four days were too much without him, but she wanted to talk. Sirius looked down at her for a long moment before he slowly sat back down, said nothing, but watching her carefully. – “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said… what I said.”

He just nodded slowly, so she quickly folded her arms and raised her voice. – “But I’m still angry with you, you know. You were…”

“An asshole, yes, I know.” – He leaned back on his chair and took a deep breath. – “I’m sorry for sneaking up on you and for everything I said after that. I… it’s really not my business what are you doing.” – He only looked into her eyes at the end, and she could see the honest regret and sadness in the depth of his pupils. But she only nodded as well.

“So are you and Robbie or Rick or something still dating?” – Sirius asked, avoiding he gaze again, looking into his empty glass.

She sighed. “No. We haven’t… nothing happened.”

“Oh.” – He said in surprise. – “Why? I mean… only if you wanna talk about it.” – He added quickly, seeing a flick of anger on her again.

She looked into his eyes for a long moment. Mostly because of you, she was thinking, but just shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”

“But he didn’t hurt you, did he? I just learnt a new hex and I’d gladly test on him.”

She laughed. “There’s no need for that.”

Seeing her laughing reminded him why he was so furious on that night in the common room. “I really am sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s fine. But I still don’t understand why you were so angry with me.”

“Because…” – He stopped for a second, thinking about if he should lie or not, but the words escaped him before he could’ve think through properly. – “I like you.”

She raised her eyebrows. – “Well, I hoped that after long years of friendship you like me.”

And there was the perfect excuse; he could lie so easily, but this time he wasn’t able to do it. – “No, I mean… it’s a bit more than friendship… for my part. Or a lot more than that.”

Her lips parted and looked at him shocked before a short laugh burst out from her. “Are you serious?”

He narrowed his eyes. “I am Sirius, Y/N, but we talked about this.”

Her face was still amused, but her voice was low. “Why haven’t you… you know, asked me out?”

“Would you have said yes?” – He asked in disbelief.  

“Yes.” – She laughed again, seeing his shocked reaction.

Sirius tilted his head back and growled before he looked back at her, staring for a few seconds. She was still grinning, and it made him smile too. “So, now that we cleared that we were both blinds and idiots, will you go out with me?”

She pouted, which turned into a smile soon. “I don’t know, you just called me an idiot.” – Sirius let out a tired sigh, so she continued. – “Of course I’ll go out with you, you dolt.”

Y/N could see a strange expression on his face, though it wasn’t bad, it was some kind of wonder. He sat closer to her and turned his voice down. “Can I kiss you?” – Her eyes widened after the question and fell silence. – “What? I mean, it’s okay if not…”

“No, just, I’d never in my wildest dream thought you’re the type who ask this question.”

“You see, me neither.” – He said, leaning closer with every sentence. – “I don’t think I’ve ever asked this.”

She giggled once more before closed the gap between them, pressing a soft and slow kiss on his lips.


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series warnings: violence, gore, probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, this chapter has mention of non-con

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Another gloomy day, another substitute teacher. You looked up at the elderly man who stood at the front of the classroom, he was wearing brown slacks and a messily ironed green plaid shirt, no wedding ring, no signs of any life beyond being a substitute teacher at the university. Pity dawned on you when you noticed his face burning with embarrassment when the wave of realisation that he had no idea what he was doing washed over him. Not being able to watch the old man struggle any longer you raised your hand, to the surprise of everybody in the room, 

“Yes Y/N?" 

"Sir would you like me to help? I still have some of Mr Lee’s lesson plans in my bag I could-" 

"That won’t be necessary Y/N. I’m perfectly capable of doing things myself.” The man scolded before he turned around to write some equations on the board, he was much harsher than you anticipated. 

Exhaling deeply you slouched back into your chair, you missed your old professor, Mr Lee. He was a much nicer man. Though he was younger than most professors, he was always very friendly, smart and helpful, everything a professor should be. And being a high achiever in his class didn’t go unnoticed, once a week he would let you teach your group, and with you being president of the student union it meant that nobody could argue with his decision either. Other students had their theories, that you and he were secretly hooking up on late night study sessions, either that or the only reason he was so nice to you was because his younger brother was your flat mate. However none of the rumours were true, except from you living with his brother who was also a student. But that all changed two weeks ago, nobody knows exactly what happened but Mr Lee just vanished out of nowhere, completely disappeared off the face of the Earth. Of course there were varying theories, but nobody saw anything, nobody heard anything, nobody knew anything. And so your fate of having to face substitute teacher after substitute teacher day after day was sealed. 

“She’s feisty today.” The orange haired boy sat next to you muttered, loud enough for you to hear, 

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7 years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook x reader - Part 1

Welcome to my first ever fanfic. Lmao not really sure what to say other than please enjoy. <3

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“Y/F/N?“ Upon hearing your name, you gazed up and made eye contact with your teacher.

 "Present.” Sighing after he had moved on from you, you quickly snapped your eyes towards the scrunched up paper sitting before you. You really had no interest in opening it as you knew the general message but with the burning stare at the back of your head, you gave in and slowly reached for it. Upon opening the note, you were greeted with the typical message you tend to receive at least once a week.

 'You’re still here? Wow what a stubborn bitch.‘ 

Whipping your head around to glare at the culprit, you found her simply smirking back at you. 

 Hye mi.

 She sat back satisfied with her daily deed done. Making people miserable is something she practically lived for, so you weren’t all too surprised. The sad thing was, you both were the best of friends back at the beginning of middle school and, as cliche as it sounds, it all changed when you reached high school. From the age of 12, cheesy promises to remain best friends were made and upon reaching the age of 16 it was all thrown away.

 Why?

 To put it simply, Hye Mi was a bitch. A big one. She wasn’t always but when she began to value boys over friendship, something was bound to go wrong. 

And it did.

 It took no more than a week for her to drop you and develop the handy trait of bitch. She found new friends and apparently expanded her vocabulary as proven with the impressive handful of insults she directed at you and many other innocent students. Her main target was always you and it seemed like it would be for the rest of high school. She revelled in making your blood boil. 

 But you were not a weak girl, god no. Despite you being seemingly someone who is easy to pick on, you always stood your ground no matter who it was and that sometimes was your downfall, as your anger got you into bad situations every now and then.

“Right! It’s the end of the lesson, you are all dismissed. Don’t forget to bring in your slips of approval for the upcoming school trip. Jeon Jungkook, don’t you dare move from that spot!" 

 A groan escaped said boys lips as he slumped back into his seat. Jeon Jungkook. The schools 'bad boy’. The type to uselessly skip and sleep through lessons but manage to get the top grades in the class and linger outside in alleyways fighting with other school gangs or smoke with his friends.

 You roll your eyes at his pathetic attempt to sneak out of the class. Same routine almost everyday. Gathering your things and stuffing them into your bag, you stood from your seat and began making your way towards the door. Except a figure stood in your way.

 "Get out of my way Hye Mi.” She simply tilted her head whilst twisting a brunette lock of hair. Her brows furrowed whilst she looked you up and down and then proceeded to snicker.

 "I see you’re still planning to become a nun, what with your skirt hanging low.“ Her ditsy friends giggled at her cringe worthy insult, boosting her ego and pride. You glanced down at your skirt that rested a few centimetres above your knees.

 "Just because I don’t have my skirt riding up my ass like you doesn’t mean I’m going to become a nun. Plus, at least nuns have some self respect. You should learn from them.” A deep chuckle resonated from the back of the room and you noticed Hye Mi widen her eyes at the sound. Her cheeks began to burn crimson at the sound of Jungkooks laugh. You barged past her having said all you needed to and headed towards the lockers. Once you had finished up, you shut your locker and was greeted with an annoyingly familiar figure. 

 "Hey, Y/N.“ You let out a dramatic sigh. "Go away, Jin Soo. I don’t want to see you.” Another person you disliked was Jin Soo and what are the odds that he likes to make your life difficult too?

 "You know if you weren’t so bitchy we could have actually been friends.“ You scowled at the sentence. He can’t be serious.

 "Maybe I wouldn’t be so bitchy if you hadn’t taken it upon yourself to play with me and proceed to embarrass me In front of the whole school.” Back in 10th grade when you had lost Hye Mi, you seeked comfort and coincidentally Jin Soo came along. After stringing you along for a whole 2 months, he made a scene in the school lunch hall, yelling about how he 'didn’t appreciate the stalking’ and how he 'doesn’t want to come over when your parents were gone’. That gave everyone a reason to practically bully you for the next 2 years. 

“You can’t still be salty over that! It’s been 2 years, get over it. Such a stuck up b-" 

 "Bitch? Yeah, being a bitch is my life goal so I’m not worried over that. Bye, hope you have a crappy day.” Spinning around, you marched out of the school and down the street.

 At least it was Friday. 

 - 

 Your Saturday morning was spent shopping with your best friend, Areum. You met the same year you grew apart from Hye Mi and she was there to comfort you after the scene Jin Soo had caused. She was too kind to leave you in the secluded corner of the library, crying your eyes out. Ever since then you only grew closer. 

 "Jungkook was staring at you through the window when you left school.“ "And how do you know that?”

 "Well, considering the fact we normally go home together I was looking for you in your class.“ You smiled sheepishly at the memory of leaving Areum behind. 

"Sorry, I had the usuals on my case.”

 "Understandable. But seriously, I think Jungkook likes you. He’s always nearby, analysing everything your involved in. To be honest, it’s kind of creepy…“ She trailed off at the sharp look you directed at her. You were not going to have any of this. 

 "Listen, he’s 'analysing’ so he can find the perfect way to piss me off. He already gets on my nerves with his sarcastic comments. Please don’t turn this sleepover into a typical 'girls night’” Areum sighed and threw herself on your bed. 

 "What do you suggest we do then?“ Glancing at your phone, you made a mental note of the time. "Well we could go to the shops to prepare for a midnight snack slash movie time.” Areum’s eyes lit up at the sound of that and she whipped back up. 

 "You really mean it?“ Nodding your head, you grinned at her. "It’s only eleven and the shops are literally down the road. As long as we’re back in an hour midnight snack time is still on. Go get your jacket." 

 Areum was gone faster than you could say 'you got no jams’.

 -

 The walk to the supermarket was a short one and gathering the snack was even shorter. However, the walk back… not so much. You and Areum had only made it halfway back to your house before you spotted the subject of your earlier discussion.

 He was leaning against the wall of an alleyway (what a surprise) with the rest of his friends. One of them, a mint haired coloured one who you were sure you heard some people call 'Suga’, was crouched down with a spray paint can in one hand and a face mask on. 

 Not sketchy at all. 

 He was in the midst of spelling out BTS or something when a low whistle was heard. "Well well, what are you two doing out so late at night?” Surprisingly, this did not come from Jungkook but rather the one many called Jimin. 

Everyone’s eyes suddenly turned to you and Areum. “Just keep walking Areum.” You sped up whilst Areum jogged to keep up. Just when you thought you had made it past them without any confrontation you heard Areum yelp. 

Turning around, you noticed someone had grabbed her wrist preventing her from moving further. The name 'Hoseok’ briefly came to mind. However, your anger had already made itself present and your confidence had surfaced.

 Marching right up to him, you grabbed his arm and all but ripped him off of Areum. He simply stared at you with an offended look. “We don’t have time for your bullshit. Bye.”

 As you turned around to leave, a heavy weight latched onto you, a chin making itself present on your shoulder. “You’re such a cutie when you’re mad. I like it." 

Turning your head, you were greeted with a boxy smile from Taehyung, a boy you shared classes with back in your fist year of high school. 

 "Get off me, Taehyung.” He simply pouted and shook his head whilst wrapping his arms around you tighter. “I don’t want to, I thought we were friends Y/N?" 

"Well you thought wrong. Get the fuck off her Tae.” Jungkook was evidently pissed off with how he spoke to Taehyung. “Fine.” He unlatched his arms from around you and took a couple of steps back, his grin coming back. 

You simply stared back at him and an awkward silence settled in. It was broken when the shaking of the spray can was heard and a heavy sigh.

 "Fuck, this is why I sleep instead of leave the house. To avoid awkward shit like this.“ Suga then continued his piece of 'art’ and you took that as your cue to leave, grabbing Areum on your way. 

 "Don’t I get a thank you from saving you from this idiot?” Jungkook called after you whilst Taehyung let out an offended 'hey!’. 

“Hey! Where’s my thank you?”

 "Maybe when you stop wearing your ass as a hat.“ You replied, speed walking down the street. If you had bothered to turn around you would have seen the satisfied smirk that made itself present on Jungkook’s face. 


anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I request an RFA + Saeran reaction to MC falling into a coma as the result of some major accident? How would they react upon MC waking up from the coma? Спасибо и удачи!

I… don’t know what happened here?? omg. I also suffered a lot and someone more talented than me should turn one of these into a 15k word fanfic so I can continue suffering. 

hopefully this isn’t too disappointing, dear anon;;

- Admin Cat Mom.

Yoosung

  • he’s heartbroken.
  • to think that not long ago you were both cooking and laughing and goofing around.
  • now, even though you still have a pulse, you look so… lifeless.
  • staring at you for more than two seconds makes him feel sick.
  • still, he somehow manages to stay strong in front of you.
  • sweet boy only cries after stepping out of the room and it’s nearly impossible to console him.
  • when your doctor tells him not to get his hopes up as your test results are bad news, he turns into anger ball.
  • nO, you’re going to come back eventually, no one can convince him otherwise.
  • he can’t lose you, he’s endured enough loss already.
  • so he is now duty bound to visit you everyday, bring you presents and make sure that you won’t forget his voice.
  • he tells you how hard he’s studying just for you, he keeps you updated on everyone and everything, and he even sings lullabies to you.
  • he also befriends all the nurses just so he can get a few extra minutes past visiting hours and stay with you a little more.
  • what is LOLOL at this point? devoted bean doesn’t care enough to even dye his hair, brown roots now covering most of it.
  • he almost goes into cardiac arrest the moment you wake up.
  • his smile is so big not even v’s presence could wipe it off.
  • there were people losing hope, but he never did! he believed wholeheartedly you’d come back sooner or later!
  • now he has to help you recover, and he demands to be an active participant in every step you take.
  • he even comes up with a special communication system to rely on until you’re able to speak.

Zen

  • he goes berserk.
  • he can’t contain his anger nor his thoughts of running away.
  • I mean, getting lost on his motorbike is quite a tempting idea, because it’s either that or taking his rage out on someone else.
  • but when he’s pretty much pushed into your hospital room by jumin and yoosung, every ounce of rage in his body turns into tears.
  • even like this, immersed in what it looks like a deep sleep, you still look breathtakingly beautiful.
  • and vulnerable, so vulnerable… he should’ve been there to protect you.
  • when he manages to pull himself together, his next step is to obtain information and talk to your doctors himself.
  • as expected, he fails.
  • there’s not much that can be done aside from waiting and monitoring your progress.
  • but he can be strong for you.
  • though he doesn’t know how, he can try to be strong.
  • he makes the most of every single visit, he’s cheerful and positive, he makes jokes and performs little acts for you.
  • he pours all his energy on you because there’s this slight chance of you remembering everything that happens during your coma.
  • he wouldn’t forgive himself if the first thing you remembered after waking up was his pathetic weeping face.
  • when he’s out, though, he is reckless, he drinks and smokes an neglects his own health.
  • zen, honey, please take care of yourself, mc wouldn’t want that.
  • after a month of battling to regain your consciousness, you wake up.
  • and he smiles for you like he’s in the presence of an angel.
  • “it’s me, baby, zen. how are you feeling?”
  • he’s kind and delicate to you during this confusing time, and he’s holding back his excitement in fear of startling you.

Jaehee

  • this is such a familiar feeling, almost like a déjà vu.
  • she’s been here before.
  • the distinctive hospital smell, the dim lights and colorless hallways, the long waiting hours, the look on your doctor’s face when she comes out of the OR…
  • this whole situation is enervating, not even prayers can calm her down.
  • she swallows and squeezes her own arms to try and comfort herself, not sure if she’s ready to face what follows as she lacks the strength to go through this yet again.
  • but when she’s informed about your actual state, she immediately holds onto this small fraction of hope she’s been given.
  • is it wise? probably not.
  • does she care? not really.
  • she’s lost her mother, she’s not ready to lose you as well.
  • while taking good care of you, she does plenty of research about coma patients, how high your chances of snapping out of it are, what she can do to help…
  • plus all the workload she has pending, one can only assume she’s getting little to no sleep.
  • but it’s okay, she’s “used to it”.
  • after reading a few articles about the positive effects of familiar voices on comatose patients, she decides to visit you daily to talk to you.
  • it’s kind of awkward at first, but as days pass by, she gets the hang of it.
  • she even sings to you a song from one of zen’s plays on one occasion, her voice is quite soothing and sweet.
  • the day you wake up, she’s sleeping soundly next to you.
  • she feels a hand softly stroking her arm and hears someone whisper.
  • is she dreaming? she keeps her eyes closed and gives out a muffled groan until a sudden realization hits her violently.
  • so she wakes up startled and stares at you for a few seconds, eyes wide open, to convince herself that it’s real, that it’s not a dream.

Jumin

  • he knows no amount of money or influence is going to fix this.
  • he can move mountains for you, put you in a first-class long-term care facility, get the best specialists in the country to treat you…
  • but this? this is out of his hands.
  • all he can do is wait, have faith and use his brain instead of his heart.
  • but is it possible to do so when the odds of you emerging from the coma are getting lower and lower? three months have passed and you’re not giving any signs of improvement.
  • without even realizing it, he starts neglecting his responsibilities at work to spend more time with you.
  • he reads to you, combs your hair, and holds your hand until his arm starts tingling, other times he simply falls asleep right next to you.
  • on a more lighthearted note, he gets you cat patterned bed sheets and covers as well as stuffed animals oh jumin sweETIE ok moving on
  • jaehee urges him to pull himself together and his father isn’t too pleased either: once again he’s being treated like a robot.
  • trust him, he wants to go back to work so he can distract himself, but he can’t bring himself to leave your side.
  • the moment you finally snap out of it, he was at work sorting out his paperwork before taking another week off.
  • when he returns to check on you and spend the rest of the afternoon making you company, your doctor receives him with amazing news.
  • there’s still certain grade of uncertainty about your recovery, but everyone’s hopeful you’ll get better, therefore he, too, feels this way.
  • feeling sad for not being right there when you woke up, he glues himself to the chair next to you and does nothing but kiss your hand, exchanging meaningful looks.
  • though he has a LOT he wants to say, he doesn’t want to overwhelm you with a bunch of nonsense.
  • instead, the only thing that comes out of his mouth is a promise.
  • “it’s going to be hard, yes, but it’ll be okay, I’ll help you regain your strength.”

Seven

  • don’t ask him to get out of bed.
  • it’s physically impossible for him, he’s drained of all energy and wonders if this is what hitting rock bottom feels like.
  • there’s only so much one person can take and he believes he’s officially reached his pain quota.
  • this goes for the first weeks until he comes to his senses and decides to pay you a visit, because he loves you way too much to leave you by yourself in such a critical state.
  • but when he arrives at the hospital and enters your room, he’s welcomed with wonderful news.
  • you’re there, you’ve snapped out of your coma and though you still have a long way to go before fully recovering, the sole fact that you’ve woken up is progress.
  • unable to contain his laugh (and ugly sobbing) he sits on the chair next to your bed and holds your hand, sniffing and wiping half his face.
  • his hair is messy, there are bags under his eyes, he looks like a little boy.
  • “don’t you dare scare me like this ever again, understood?”
  • ah, he wants to get mad, but he’s so damn happy he ends up laughing even more harder instead, like his brain is malfunctioning while trying to balance his intense emotions.
  • can he hug you? is he allowed to do that? he feels like he’ll break you if he touches you, so he rests his head on your lap and closes his eyes instead.
  • he stays there until he starts dozing off, you’re so warm.
  • following that heartfelt and intimate moment between the two of you, it was time to cheer you up.
  • he was told it’d take you some time before being able to speak and sit properly, so he’s super careful and understanding.
  • but that doesn’t mean he can’t bring some joy and encouragement back into your life, right? you’re going to need it when you undergo rehabilitation.

V

  • this appalling piece of news breaks him entirely.
  • just when he had stopped isolating himself, he finds himself in this dark place once again, biting his lip, refraining from sharing his pain, and keeping relevant information from everyone else.
  • if one of them asks, he’ll say you’re going to get better soon.
  • they’re all lies, of course, because not even your doctors are sure about your outcome.
  • so he takes on the burden all by himself, never leaving your side, gently stroking your face, your bruises and your wounds whenever he gets the chance.
  • “are you having sweet dreams, MC?”
  • although it’s highly unlikely, he tells you stories about his past trips in hopes of fueling them with peaceful adventures.
  • but your coma doesn’t last that long, barely a month.
  • they felt like years.
  • he is right there when you were able to keep your eyes open for a longer period of time, and you were trying really hard to say something.
  • “it’s okay, love, please take your time,” he begs you as he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses your cheek.
  • but something’s not quite right.
  • why are you looking at him like you’re scared?
  • perhaps you’re still shocked and disoriented, and you’re probably feeling exhausted too.
  • hell, who knows if you even remember you had an accident.
  • …wait a second.
  • “who are you?” he hears you say.
  • his heart breaks as he does his best to let your question sink in.
  • he should’ve expected it, he was warned about the after effects of a coma, yet there he is, not wanting to believe it.
  • “what.. what are you talking about?”

Saeran

  • he hasn’t got a clue on how to deal with situations like this.
  • what’s he supposed to do? wait for you? avenge you? whose fault is it anyway? should he give up on you?
  • it feels like there’s something clogged in his chest making it difficult to breathe.
  • and all it takes to break him down is just one visit to the hospital.
  • seeing you lying there unresponsive, connected to a bunch of different machines and tubes, eyes taped up shut…
  • it’s way too much to take in, and holding back the tears welling up in his eyes is not an option anymore.
  • so he ignores everyone’s protests and disappears for weeks to sort out his thoughts without leaving a trace, only for him to return when the guilt starts eating him up inside.
  • the day he gathers the courage to pay you another visit, he’s carrying a huge stuffed animal and mentally preparing a speech of some sort.
  • he knows you won’t be able to listen to him, but he feels like he owes it to you for being such a coward and leaving you alone.
  • and there you are, your eyes are open but you look weak and tired.
  • he takes a deep breath and steps into the room, eyes wandering around nervously.
  • “hi, it’s me, saeran.”
  • there is a prolonged silence, but it’s not awkward.
  • and it lasts for a few minutes as he sits next to you and pretty much strangles the poor animal with both his arms.
  • it looks as though its head is going to pop out in any minute.
  • a single tear rolls down his cheek, and he clenches his jaw in order to keep himself together but it’s useless.
  • “you had me worried, I thought you were gonna die.”
  • he’s been staring at the floor all this time, and when he finally looks up, he catches you reaching for his hand.
  • he hesitates for a moment before intertwining your fingers and then it clicks to him.
  • yeah, this boy is not leaving you any time soon, he’ll be your main support system from now on.
Winchesters in Riverdale (Part Five)

After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.

Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?

Prologue

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Riverdale gif by @oliversqueen

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Children were never supposed to be in the cards for you. Hunters didn’t have children. And you accepted that. Sure, you had thoughts about getting married and having kids every once in a while, but you would always quickly push them away, knowing that it could never happen. Apparently, it could as evidenced by the positive pregnancy test you were holding in your hands.

You had your suspicions about being pregnant before you even took the test. You had missed two periods. You had gotten violently ill over the last month or so. Your breasts felt very tender and they were even a little bigger than usual. Sam and Dean were relatively oblivious to what was going on with you. You were lucky in the fact that your “morning” sickness only came late at night when everyone else was sleeping. Castiel on the other hand was a different story. You would catch him staring at you every once in a while. He looked… conflicted. Like he wasn’t sure whether he should tell you something or not. Now his expressions made sense.

“Y/N?” Castiel asked.

You couldn’t move. You were a complete statue as you stared at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test. You were pregnant.

Pregnant.

The very word made you panic internally. You couldn’t be a mother. You were sixteen years old. And a hunter.

“Y/N?” Castiel asked again as he took a step closer to you.

“Are Sam and Dean still on that hunt in Arizona?” you finally croaked, looking up at the angel from your spot on your bed.

Castiel nodded.

“Yes.”

You thought for a second.

“When will they be back?” you asked.

“Seven hours.” Cas answered.

You nodded.

“Okay,” you whispered as you got up, placing the test on the covers.

You walked over to your closet and pulled out a bag from it, making Castiel’s eyes widen.

“Are you—”

“I need to leave.” you blurted out as you began to pull clothes out from your dresser, shoving them into your bag.

“No, you don’t. We can talk to Sam and Dean. I’m sure they’ll—”

““They’ll” what, Castiel? Huh?!” you exclaimed, throwing the bag down on the ground as you turned around to face him.

Cas looked down.

“They’ll “understand?” They’ll be “happy for me?”” you scoffed.

Castiel remained silent and you sighed.

“I-I’m sorry, Cas,” you said quietly. “I’m just so scared.”

The angel nodded.

“I understand,” he said.

He looked up at you.

“Are you sure this is something you want to do?” he asked. “Because if you had a… different option in mind, I could help you with that. I could even erase that part of your memory afterwards so you don’t remember it or this even happening.”

You contemplated Castiel’s offer.

Was this really worth it? Running away? Having a baby? Living in fear for the rest of your pregnancy?

“This is what I want to do,” you confirmed. “I can have the baby and give them up to a family that can give them a safe life.”

Before Castiel could answer, another voice sounded out.

“I can help you with that.”

Three weeks. It had been three weeks since the four of you had been transported to this other universe. You guys had no leads on any spells whatsoever. It frustrated Sam and Dean to no end. They were ready to get out of Riverdale and go back to their universe. Castiel as usual was indifferent to the situation. You on the other hand didn’t mind Riverdale. You had made a few friends. You liked your classes. You didn’t even mind the homework.

“Y/N? Y/N!” a voice called, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You looked up to see the Core Four staring at you expectedly. It was your off period and the four of you were in the student lounge. You looked at Veronica.

“Uh, sorry, V, kinda stared into space there for a second. What were you saying?” you asked.

Veronica rolled her eyes but linked her arm with yours nonetheless. She had started to do that a lot recently. At first you were unsure how to feel about it. Your family wasn’t exactly touchy-feely and physical contact was rare. Now you enjoyed the contact from the Lodge girl more and more, even taking to resting your head on her shoulder. If Veronica knew you were touch starved, she didn’t voice it aloud.

“I was talking about the Spring Fling that’s coming up next weekend. Are you going?”

You shrugged.

“I-I don’t know, Ronnie. I’ve never really been to a dance…”

Veronica’s eyes popped open.

“What?!” she exclaimed.

“Y/N, then you have to go! Dances are fun!” Betty chimed in. “I can’t believe you’ve never been to one.”

“Yeah, what were you, home-schooled or something?” Archie joked.

You chuckled.

“I wish.” you said.

“Well, you’re going,” Veronica decided. “That’s final. Now we just have to find you a date.”

You snorted.

“Yeah, right.” you said.

You didn’t notice the way Jughead blushed when Veronica mentioned you getting a date.

“Y/N, come on!” Veronica begged. “There must be someone you want to go with!”

You glanced up at Jughead for a second only to see he was looking right back at you. You looked down, blushing furiously.

“I-I don’t know,” you answered. “Like I said, I’ve never been to a dance before. I don’t really know how this date stuff works. In real-life that is. I’ve seen a couple high school movies here and there but that’s it.”

Veronica shrugged, satisfied with your answer for the time being.

“Alright. But if you—”

“I can take you.” Jughead suddenly blurted out.

You and rest of the Core Four looked up at Jughead with surprise. His cheeks began to redden and he cleared his throat.

“I mean, only if you want to.” he said.

Veronica beamed and you smiled softly.

“Yeah. I’d love to, Jughead.” you said.

Jughead’s smile could’ve lit up all the streetlights in Riverdale.

“So I was asked to the Spring Fling today.” you said that night as you ate dinner with your brothers.

You heard Sam and Dean stop eating as they looked up at you. Castiel looked up at Sam and Dean from the book he was reading, attempting to gauge their reactions.

“Really?” Sam asked curiously.

You nodded as you took a drink of your water.

“Well… Uh…” Dean began. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

You gave a small smile.

“Jughead. He’s a friend from school.” you said.

Jughead?” Dean repeated. “That’s his name?”

“Dean.” Sam said.

“It’s a nickname,” you defended. “Anyway, I was just wondering if I could go with him? To the dance?”

“Of course.” Sam said.

Dean looked at his brother.

“Sam, what do you—”

“Dean,” Sam warned again. “She’s going to that dance. Let her have a little fun.”

Dean looked at you again.

“Please, Dean?” you pleaded.

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Okay, fine. Fine,” the eldest Winchester said, throwing his hands up in surrender. “But if he puts his little “Jughead” anywhere near you—”

“Dean!”

You quickly looked to your left and your eyes widened.

“Chuck?”

The man nodded, a soft smile on his face.

“Hello, Y/N. Castiel.” he said, acknowledging the angel.

Chuck turned back to you.

“W-What are you doing here?” you asked.

Chuck sighed.

“I’m here to help. I’m the one who brought Kevin back. None of this would have happened if it wasn’t for me,” he said truthfully. “I’ll help you in any way I can. It’s the least I can do. I can keep you safe throughout your pregnancy. Then when she’s born, I can give her to a family that will love her and cherish her. She’ll be under my personal protection. No one would ever hurt her.” he said.

You froze at his words, gently moving your hand to rest on your still-flat stomach.

““She?”” you asked, voice wavering. “It’s a girl?”

Chuck smiled at you again.

“Yes. It’s a girl.”

You let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes. A girl. You loved her already. And you knew Kevin would have loved her with all his heart and soul.

“I-I just want her to be safe.” you finally choked out as you opened your eyes.

Chuck nodded.

“You have my personal guarantee.” he said.

“No hunting,” you blurted out. “No monsters. I want her to have a normal life.” you said, softer this time.

Chuck nodded again.

“No hunting. No monsters.” he repeated.

You shakily smiled.

“Thank you.” you whispered.

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A/N: I have a fever and I’m tired so please excuse any spelling/grammatical issues. xD

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lafitte  asked:

Prompt: “Are you okay?” “Why do you ask?” “Because you’re wearing two different shoes.” ( *whispers* do IT )

Prompt #145
Thanks, Vans!!

It was a shit day, okay?

He woke up exactly 42 minutes late, his phone hadn’t charged over the night, the 10-page rhetoric essay that was due in —fuck, fourteen hours —was barely half finished, he missed the last bus and it was raining. Of course it was fucking raining.

Castiel springs through puddles, backpack hugged to his chest because he forgot his umbrella and the last thing he needs are his laptop and school books getting soaked.

He chances a look at his phone, barely clinging to 8% of life, and the clock tells him with little sympathy that it’s 9:00 a.m. He’s late.

It takes another four minutes to reach the academic hall and he barrels through a gaggle of associate professors and onto slippery linoleum.

The classroom door sings the most pitiful announcement of his presence, making Cas cringe and drawing seventeen pairs of eyes. Cas meets one particular pair, glazed with a mix of humor and concern and Cas grimaces in response, trying to discreetly lower himself into the desk closest to the door.

“Rough morning, Castiel?” Dr. Harvelle asks, eyes going back to her sheet of notes.

Cas sighs, too shaken to take the barb in stride. He stares down at the beige tabletop of his desk. “Yes, ma’am.”

Dr. Harvelle calls the class back to order and Cas breathes easier with every eye that leaves him. But he can still feel one gaze and refuses to look up again because he doesn’t want to talk about it. He just gets his laptop out, opens a blank Word document, and tries to speedily type up all the notes projected on the white board. 

He’s just finished the slide when a text alert pops into the right corner of the screen. 

Dean: Are you okay?

A hundred answers come to mind but Cas doesn’t have the energy to lie or tell the truth.

Cas: Why do you ask?

Ah, deflection. 

Dean: Because you’re wearing two different shoes.

Cas’s head whips down and, sure enough, he has one white sneaker and one red.

He straightens and stares ahead blankly for a moment before leaning back in complete defeat. He doesn’t hear another word Dr. Harvelle says for the rest of the hour.

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xmen headcanon

an alternative ending for xma where 

  • instead of going away again, erik stays after saying “you can convince me to do anything” and charles answers him “what if i can do that without my powers? stay for a week or so and in the end of that you decide whether to go or not”
  • erik is all like “oh u little shit u think you have this much influence over me you’ll see i’ll stay here and yet i’ll leave” 
  • spoiler: charles has this much influence over erik. yes, even without his powers
  • on the first day they just talk a lot and charles leaves the training and administrating to hank and raven all day long, focusing on making erik feels welcome and comfortable in the mansion
  • they talk a lot about random things and things go out of track and the subject of the conversation changes and as expected, they fight, because erik thinks charles is uncapable of understanding him and everytime they fight erik starts thinking he’s not worthy or like he belongs in charles bubble of safety and happiness
  • raven “stop bitching around erik for fucks sake charles is just trying to help for once in your life let the man in (pun indeed) and open up to him (pun indeed /2)
  • erik stays 
  • on the second day erik wakes up really early and starts walking around the property of the mansion and runs into peter and even if peter is all awkward and blushing a little he manages to have a real conversation with his dad and when erik says “what would you do if you told someone horrible things that you didn’t mean but yet you feel you are kinda right?” and peter says “if this person really matters to you, i think you should put it all aside and apologise”
  • erik keeps walking alone after peter “i’m sorry i’m really sorry i want i really do to spend more time with you but my class will start maybe we could talk more later? you are an awesome person and i still don’t have many friends in here” maximoff is gone and after a few hours erik just starts running as fast as he can and asks every person in the mansion where charles is until he finds him giving classes and stops in the entrance of the room and goes “i’m sorry charles, i didn’t mean any of that” and charles has his chest warm for the rest of the day
  • erik just disappears after that but in the beginning of the night charles finds him and is all like “i know you didn’t, my friend” and their day two is just watching the trees and feeling the wind together remembering each other that they are still alive after all that insanity 
  • on day three erik wakes up around noon. this is the first night in a very long time he’s slept more than eight hours straight without a nightmare, and he is really grateful to charles for that, even if he didn’t use his powers to help erik. so the day starts really nice and he takes his time taking a long shower, relaxing his muscles and puting on his sweatpants and sweatshirt and goes running around the property while watching a few students playing different sports
  • erik being all like “you are not in the right position, kid. you have to put your feet like this and your torso like this so you have more support to throw the ball” and he goes like that for the rest of the day
  • charles watching and having an ideia
  • day four charles “hey erik i saw you helping the kids out there yesterday and i was wondering if you’d like to give some classes here in the instutute”
  • erik really freaked out 
  • “hey r u that kid with white hair from that day omg please help me charles wants me to give classes what should i do”
  • peter “you were supposed to give me advices and not the other way around” maximoff keeps quiet and just says “you go man!!!!”
  • at first charles only introduces erik to the kids and says “he’s gonna be your physical education teacher, i hope you all be nice to him” and all the kids are like “omg erik is gonna stay here????” and after some awkward moments erik says “well maybe i stick around for a while but only if you can throw a ball right” and everybdy feels challanged and too anxious for erik’s class
  • the class is a success and everybody wants erik to stay 
  • erik and charles laughing together at the dinner table and staying wake until late in the night
  • during day five erik wakes up early again, but not so early, and runs into peter again. this time, though, erik talks excitedly about how good he felt by teaching those kids and that he could do that everyday of his life. it was just nice and fun and made him feel good about himself
  • peter still feels a little awkward, but listens with lots of attention and is basically shining of happiness because “omg dad is talking to me help”. he decides to watch the older kids training when peter again has to go with a lot of apologies and erik goes like “u know what? i think i’m gonna see this famous training of yours”
  • charles is secretly watching from far with a bright smile on his face and his day has never been better than after watching erik giving tips and advice to the young mutants in training
  • after a long day of teaching for both of them have a lovely dinner night in private, after everybody is asleep and just the two of them are in the kitchen and the lights are out and the only thing illuminating the place is the light of some candles 
  • “how it feels like to be teaching the new generation?” “quite tiring, charles”
  • day six they all take a day off and charles takes erik to his favorite part of the mansion: the library. he just knows the kids would be out there with their parents or friends so they’d be alone in that place of the mansion. charles told erik that he loved that place because it was always so quiet and clean and when people weren’t around he could relax his shields and just think
  • and charles babbles for several minutes and all erik can think is how cute charles is and for a moment he forgets charles can read minds so when he blushed erik didn’t understand why so charles projected in his mind “i think you are cute too” and then erik smiles and holds charles hand and suddenly they were back in time when they were all young and innocent because charles countinued to be that dreamy little puppy he’s always been ever since they’d met
  • and that night charles asks erik to sleep in the room with him because “i feel like i can finally relax when you are around”
  • but day seven goes to shit because while erik is on his way to the fields to wait for the kids, he can’t see peter anywhere around so he uses the time he has left to go after the kid and when he finally finds him he sees him in charles office and he has a sad look in his face. at first erik thinks about going in but he sees charles with that serious but gentle look on his eyes and then he says “i know it hurts to watch him be gentle and nice and fun with the other children, but he’s not a psychic, peter. he can’t guess he’s your father”
  • erik storms out so furiously that he doesn’t even risk be near anyone, he just isolates himself and when hank goes look for him, he asks him to tell charles that he’s “leaving right after de sunset” and when hank delivers the message charles doesn’t get what happened until he understands that the enraged thought waves he listened were erik’s and fuck now he could be angry at peter too and dear god now erik is gonna leave and it’s all my fault for not convincing peter to tell him the truth”
  • charles goes after erik and finds him under a tree watching the kids from far and for the look on his face, decides to leave him alone, knowing he lost the bet right in day seven, when he was so so close of getting erik home finally after so many years
  • and the rest of the day is just really gray and peter comes after him again asking what happened and why erik was so weird and when charles tells him peter is fucking pissed like he’s seeing red and he asks professor to take a day off and charles is so sad and not caring at all he agrees and lets peter do whatever he wants
  • so peter passes the day walking around the mansion and calming himself down and suddenly it’s after the sunset and he knows erik’s leaving and he speeds up to stop erik from doing the wrong thing again “i can’t believe you are leaving because of that, you are such a baby”
  • “how could you tell him and not me? and how could he keep that secret from me?”
  • and peter is so fucking done with erik because he’s helped saving the guy two fucking times already and the fucker is still bitching out and “i know i shouldn’t have kept this secret from you and i am sorry but you can’t just be extra and run away you should be thankful because you still have family”
  • erik then goes “come with me”
  • “i can’t leave with you because they need me, and they need you; and more than that, professor needs you because he fucking loves you can’t you fucking see it? you two have been making me sick all week”
  • and then realisation hits him and he puts his baggage down and starts running and only stops to hug peter and “i’m sorry. we’ll talk about it later”  
  • erik runs straight ahead charles’ office and pulls him closer and then he kneels and looking into charles’ eyes “i’m sorry for everything i souldn’t have done that, will you forgive me?” and charles can’t say a word he just starts crying and he hugs erik and “i’m not done yet; i think we should compensate the lost time, right?” and charles’ is still crying and laughing and he just kisses erik and everything ends fine
  • next fathers’ day both charles and erik gets best dads cards 

evamoans  asked:

prompt: isak taking care of even in one way or another, maybe he has food poisoning because isak decided to cook food for him in their new apartment :)

Hello there, @evamoans my dear! I’m so, SO sorry for how late this is–between a couple of trips and work being crazy, the prompts in my inbox got away from me (also, I’m the worst, which I think is well-known at this point). But I loved your prompt and couldn’t leave it unfilled, so here you go! It got way too long and way too schmoopy, OOPS. Thank you for sending it my way! Can also be found on AO3 here.


the boyfriend experience

The thing is—and Isak supposes it should come as no surprise, given the ludicrously romantic timing and circumstances of their first kiss—Even is an absolutely phenomenal boyfriend.

And it’s not just the comforting, casual touches and the unreasonably frequent cuddling and the life-altering, mind-blowing sex, either.

(Although that stuff is pretty damn good.)

(Like, seriously. He cannot over-emphasize how good it is.)

It’s the soothing backrubs, and making sure Isak eats breakfast before school, and surprising Isak with baked goods or coffee or little trinkets that remind Even of something Isak said the previous week. It’s knowing when Isak is one textbook paragraph away from studying himself to an early grave and coaxing him into taking a break with the promise of sleep or snacks or Netflix (and yes, sometimes sexual favors are on the table. Hell, sometimes they take place on the table). 

It’s knowing when to press and when to hold back, when to offer quiet support and when to take the lead. Knowing when Isak needs to be alone because he got a shitty text from his shitty father, and when he needs to talk about it, or be spooned within an inch of his life, or fuck to forget.

The point is: Even is great. Even is perfect. So perfect, in fact, that the alarming and ever-growing disparity between them, in terms of boyfriend-ing, has become impossible to ignore. Try as he might to talk himself down, Isak can’t quite stop that ugly fear from gnawing at him—the fear that Even will wake up one day and suddenly realize, fuck, why in God’s name am I doing all this work for a smelly, socially awkward slob with no money and no skills and Dorito crumbs in his bed?

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things that 100% definitely happened after the end of call me beep me u can pry these headcanons from my cold dead hands

(call me beep me is an incredible fic by @gajeelredfox that i can’t link to rn bc i’m on mobile but the final update was posted tonight and i’m emo so have this)

-when they go trick or treating, the kids fall in love with keith instantly and are constantly chattering at him and tugging at his arms to show him things. by the end of the night keith is carrying a sleeping child home and lance’s heart is suffering.

-lance and hunk get to celebrate pidges 16th birthday! lance gets pidge a remote control robot car. (“get it? because its like the cliche thing to get a car on ur 16th birthday, but u like robots!” “yes i get it lance thank u.”)

-together, matt and lance make allura and shiro’s life a living hell. they can’t even look at each other without hearing exaggerating kissy noises.

-lance gradually helps keith and muffin warm up to each other and after a while they’re best friends. sometimes she’ll even lick his hand. shiro is pissed. (“i’ve been trying to get them to get along for years!!! and then this little shit comes along and within a couple of months she’s sitting on his lap!!! wtf!)

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FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 2

Originally posted by fredsythe

AN: Ahhh! So people actually like this?! This is great! Okay, well I have nothing else to say except that I hope to keep this going a little while and that you all like it. 

(Part One)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 1,926

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic, little use of strong language

You couldn’t sleep the night after you admitted to a drunk FP Jones that you were in love with him. You were scared that he would remember what you said and reject you completely which is what you expected if you ever told him, he does have a wife after all. But you were also scared that he wouldn’t remember and you’d never get the chance to say it again. 

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The Sleepy Scholar

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Words: 2.1k+

Prompt: College AU + Library AU

A/N: This is my AU day imagine for the @hamwriters Write-A-Thon! I’m excited to get this out because I had this finished for like 2 weeks or so now haha. Special thanks to @helplesslylins and @secretschuylersister for proofreading and pushing me to do this! I love you both immensely <3 Enjoy!

P.S. Y/F/I means your first initial!

Originally posted by jamiiton


This all started a week ago. You were doing your typical 11-3AM shift at the campus library. Many people would shy away from the graveyard shift but it was your favorite because it was quiet and no one was typically at the 24/7 library past 2 am so you would binge TV shows or read one of the many books that surrounded you. Plus, your classes were in the afternoon so it was most convenient for you. However this week, there was one lone student that would stay at the same table, nose in his book as he mumbled words until he fell asleep at the desk every night without fail. It was only the 3rd week of school and already some poor soul was in the library until ungodly hours. You couldn’t help but feel bad for the mysterious man with the bun, every time you went to clock out he was face down on the desk, using his arms as a makeshift pillow. By the eighth consecutive night of the stranger’s appearance, you couldn’t keep watching as he wasted his life away. So, that night when you clocked out you brought a water bottle, the PB&J sandwich you never opened, and a blanket you kept in the break room with you on your way out. You delicately placed the blanket over his sleeping form and set the sandwich and water bottle in front of him, along with a short message on a Post-it note.

“Take a break! -Y/F/I”

You took a closer glance at him, mystery man was actually really cute when he was asleep. Before he could catch you staring, you left the library; giving a quick wave to Claudia as she clocked in to take over the information desk. You were leaving Pre-Calculus the next morning when you got a text from Claudia.

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Pack Mom pt.2 - Derek Hale x Reader

Originally posted by secretgif-s

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Prompt: Request! – Liam starts getting jealous when Isaac gets more attention than him, soon it becomes a competition between them that you decide to indulge in. (Also inspired by Woman – Honne.)

Warning: None! Just FLUFFFFF!

ENJOY!!

*****

“Isaac honey can you pass me the butter.” You muttered as you grabbed the bread from the cupboard.

“Okay Mama!” He smiled as he grabbed the butter from the fridge bouncing over to you as you grabbed a knife out the draw.

“Thank you baby.” You smiled at him softly ruffling his hair. You started buttering the bread placing different ingredients on each sandwich. Lydia and Erica had a BLT. Liam, Mason, Cory and Stiles had a PBJ and Derek, Isaac and Jackson all had plain cheese and ham. You had a peanut butter and Nutella fried, kind of like grilled cheese. When you were frying your sandwich you heard yelling start from the front room.

“No fair! It’s my turn!” Liam screeched.

“NO IT’S NOT!” Scott scoffed before you heard more shuffling.

“Ow don’t bite me!” Liam whined making you wince slightly.

“Actually I think it’s my turn.” Derek deadpanned as you heard more movement.

“Listen old man!” Jackson yelled angrily.

You switched off the hob before storming into the living room to see Scott, Liam, Jackson and Derek rolling around on the floor fighting over the Xbox controller. Your hand immediately went to your hips as you waited for them to notice you. Lydia was sat reading but she looked up to acknowledge you before going back to her book.

“DEREK!” You screamed eventually when you realized they weren’t going to notice you.

“Shit!” You heard him muttered before de-tangling himself from the boys.

“Scott get off your brothers!” You snapped as you tapped you bare foot against the floor. Once they were all stood in front of you, head down in an attempt not to test what patience you had left.

“Every time I start making food somehow you always seem to interrupt me by acting like morons!” You huffed angrily.

“The Xbox can go off now. Derek you can come pour me a glass of wine. Lord knows I need it. Scott you can finish the reading you have for school. Jackson how about you study for the maths test coming up. Ask Lydia for help if you need it. Liam you can come sit in the kitchen.” You ordered pointing at each one of them as you snapped your orders, Scott and Jackson groaned but did as they were told. You made you way back to the kitchen Liam following closely behind. You told him to sit at the breakfast bar while you got out the first aid kit. You wiped always the blood noticing the bite mark almost gone completely, which you were thankful for.

“Mama?” Liam murmured softly, a blush on his face.

“What baby?” You said as you threw the used antiseptic wipe in the bin.

“Can I have a hug?” He fiddle with the bottom of his shirt nervously as he waited for your response. You smiled but leaned over to hug him tightly. His head laying against your chest probably able to hear you heart beating. He hugged you back but the moment only lasted a few more seconds because you heard Isaac start talking.

“Mama I’m hungryyy.” He whined, a pout gracing his face. You pulled away from Liam and nodded before you went back to making food.

You glanced at Isaac and Liam as you went to turn the hob back on. You noticed that they were thoroughly glaring at each other which you thought was weird, shaking your head you chose the let it go.

After the pack has finished eating they went back to their houses, except Isaac who went upstairs to study, leaving you alone with Derek. You had college tomorrow but you didn’t feel like staying in your dorm with your overly happy roommate. You cuddled into Derek as he flipped through the films that were on the TV, his pick of film made you laugh. As much as he a Stiles bicker their love for Star Wars was always what had them chatting like they were best friends.

“I think you should move in with me.” Derek spoke after half an hour of silence through the film. You looked up at him shocked by the sudden statement, his eyes still glued on the TV like he felt embarrassed somehow.

“Oh really? Would you like to look at me and ask me instead of telling me?” You snorted, crossing your arms in playful anger.

“Y/N Y/L/N will you move in with me?” He huffed with false confidence as he gazed in your eyes.

“I would love to Derek. Now I need to sleep because I have class at 8. Night Der.” You muttered as you wandered up the stairs. You stopped at Isaac’s room to see him sprawled over his bed with his homework thrown everywhere which made you smile to yourself. You carefully moved the papers to his computer desk and threw his covers over him, brushing his curly hair away from his face. After making sure he was okay, you went to yours and Derek’s shared bedroom getting dressed into one on Derek’s tops before getting into bed.

*****

“Isaac breakfasts ready!” You screamed up the stairs as you checked the time once again. Isaac ran down stairs dressed and ready for school. He kissed your cheek before he sat down next to you digging into his breakfast.

“Thank you Mama.” He said with half of a piece of bacon hanging out his mouth.

“Isaac don’t talk with your mouthful. It’s rude.” You instructed your voice soft yet stern. He nodded and continued chewing his food before you realized it was already 7.30am. You got up and kissed Derek on the cheek, who was sat silently with a coffee in his hand. Isaac followed closely behind hoping into the passenger seat.

“I need to talk to Derek about getting you a car or a bike.” You muttered as the pulled away from the Hale house.

“I don’t need a car mama I’m fine.” Isaac whispered slowly like he was worried about how Derek would react.

“Yes you do and don’t argue with me. Derek will agree too. Everyone else has a way to get around so which would you prefer bike or car?”

“Mama I do-”

“I think a bike since you love riding with Scott.” You interrupted before he could reject the offer again. After that you and Isaac chose to stay quiet for the rest of the time in the car. When you arrived at Beacon Hills High School you got out the car to greet the pack which was making their way over to your car.

“Ma-Y/N shouldn’t you be at college?” Scott voiced as they stopped in front of you.

“I’m going after this. Derek said he would drop him off but it’s on my way so I thought I’d do it today. Plus I have some good news.” You stated before ruffling Liam’s hair which made him preen.

“I’m moving in full time with Derek.” You added after pulling your hand away from Liam.

“That’s awesome!!” Erica screeched making Stiles roll his eyes.

“Right I’ve gotta go. Liam be good everyone else looking after him and make sure you don’t fight. You know it may seem like play fighting to werewolves but to humans it looks brutal and I’m not dealing with another call from Natalie telling me you’ve earned yourself detention for 2 weeks!”

“Yes Mom.” They are voiced sarcastically.

*****

When everyone came over for dinner that night it wasn’t just the pack but also the parents, who had yet to find out about your new name. It happened when you were helping Melissa cook while the Sheriff, Chris and Derek sat around the breakfast bar chatting away.

“JACKSON GIVE IT BACK! MAMA!!!!” Stiles screamed as he chased Jackson into the kitchen. Everyone stopped to stare at you but you paid no mind.

“JACKSON! Put that down before I take away your new phone!” You yelled as you stirred the chicken pieces around the wok.

“What you didn’t buy that though!!” Jackson screamed angrily his foot stomping angrily.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You responded, your tone calm with a sickly sweet smile joining as you turned to look at him.

“I mean! I’m sorry Stiles here’s your comic book and I love you Mama!” He replied in a rushed way that made you smirk.

“That’s what I thought now, boy’s front room I don’t wanna tell you twice.” You added as you watched the boys bicker as they walked into the front room. You turned your attentions to the 3 sets or wide eyes staring at you, realizing what you had done you blushed and picked up your glass of wine.

“I think we should leave the kids here and go into early retirement.” Noah snorted making Derek go deathly pale.

“So your pack mom now?” Chris added nodding in agreement as he did, you nodded before going back to food. Once dinner was ready you all moved to the dining room to sit down but then just like every aspect of your life turned into another argument.

“But you always sit next to Mama I wanna sit next to her today!” Liam whined his bottom lip sticking out slightly.

“No it’s my seat pipsqueak.” Isaac mocked as he made his way to the seat.

“Isaac you can sit next to Melissa.” Your voice made no room for arguments with made everyone stop awkwardly.

“Bu-”

“Isaac.” Was all Derek said as everyone finally started to situate themselves.

During dinner everything was full of chatter and laughs except Isaac who sat there pushing his food around his plate aimlessly. You knew what was happening Isaac had been the baby of the pack for years until Liam came along. You could tell he was jealous and they were competing but you also knew that you loved everyone in this pack equally, well except Peter because he’s a maniac and Derek who is possibly the love of your life.

You knew Isaac felt left out but he had to learn you weren’t just his. After dinner you started cleaning up but Chris and Noah quickly took over saying that you and Melissa should rest, so you did. As soon as you sat down Liam began speaking to you.

“Mama would you like a drink?” He asked hopefully.

“I can rub your feet if you want?” Isaac tried to interrupt.

“I could put on your favorite film if you want.” Liam grit his teeth as he smiled, as if trying to control his anger.

“Boys just sit down.” You groaned before flopping onto Derek’s chest.

That night the entire pack stayed over, the big house full of giggles and teasing but what got you the most was every 5 minutes Liam and Isaac asked if you wanted anything or tried to get your attention. By the time it was midnight you had enough of the bickering so you told everyone to sit down and watch a film or they could go to their own rooms. Thankfully they listened.

“Mama would you like some popcorn?” Liam asked gently as the movie got to about half way through.

“Mama doesn’t like salted popcorn.” Isaac snickered making you pause the film and tell Erica to turn the light on.

“Right I’ve had enough of this competing! I am not a toy that you can fight over nor am I everyone’s favorite lamppost to piss up!” You screamed angrily as you threw the remote controller onto the couch.

“I love you all equally! You are all my baby’s in some way! If you had two babies would you love them differently?” You added, your arms crossing over your chest as you tried to maintain calm.

“No.” Isaac muttered, his cheeks glowing red.

“Well then don’t expect that from me! I love you all the exact same amount!” You huffed before hearing Derek re-enter the living room. Everyone was staring at you with sad eyes but you knew it was because they all felt bad.

After everyone had gone to bed you and Derek made your way up to your bed room changing into one of Derek’s tops before sliding into bed with a sigh. Derek got in without a word kissing you passionately which made you squeak in surprise. One he pulled back he smiled down at you lovingly his thumb tracing circles on your cheeks.

“Thank you for being the best Pack Mom ever.” He whispered gently, his hands making their way into your hair.

That’s night Derek made love to you over and over again his love pouring out over and over until you were overloaded with his feelings.

This man is the love of your life and he gave you everything you ever wanted.

A family.