i swear the mistakes are glaring at me

“…I think I made a mistake.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Oh my God, you had Tony eating out of the palm of your hand. Why are you not fucking him right now?”

Steve cringed. “…Because I made a mistake.”

Bucky turned to scowl at him. “How in the fuck did you mess up right before sealing the deal?”

“I, uh, well.” Steve blushed bright red. “We were… making out. And talking. …Dirtily.”

Bucky sat up straight. “Steve, you’ve never talked dirty in your life unless it was swearing like a sailor.”

“I know,” Steve hissed, glaring at him. “Which is how I made the mistake! Don’t tell Natasha because she’ll murder me!”

“Fine.” Bucky was going to tell Natasha all about this. “And what mistake was that?”

“I! Um!” Steve turned away abruptly, rubbing his arm. “…Tony said. Um. That he’d been naughty. And needed to be punished.”

“Oh nooo,” Bucky whispered, hands going to his cheeks.

“And I kind of panicked, you know, because Tony, uh. He’s kind of. Self-destructive sometimes.”

Bucky continued to stare at him in awe, and wondered if this was what watching a train wreck was like.

“So I said–” Steve stopped, then swallowed thickly. “I said, ‘it’s okay, I forgive you. We all make mistakes.’”

This was a train wreck caused by smashing into a wall of baby bunnies holy shit.

“So, uh. Well, it took Tony a minute to realize what I’d said. And then he did. And. Um.” Steve stared out the window. “He walked into the bathroom and he’s been in there for fifteen minutes.”

“Steve, you fucking idiot,” Bucky whispered.

Steve groaned and collapsed onto the floor. “I know, okay?!”

The door to their apartment burst open, and there was Natasha. “Why did I get an SOS text from Tony?!”

Steve gaped at her, terrified.

“…Steve made a mistake,” Bucky answered quickly, perfectly willing to throw his best friend under the bus. “He’s in the bathroom.”

“If he’s bleeding,” Natasha hissed, letting the threat hang there as she stalked to the bathroom.

Steve stared at the ceiling, resigned. His mom had always worried that he wouldn’t make it to thirty-five. He should have known she’d been just as worried about him saying the wrong thing as she was him coughing his lungs out.

He cringed as he heard Natasha burst out laughing, but it was quickly muffled, and then there were hurried whispers. A few minutes later, she exited the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind her. She was grinning.

“Do you always grin before you murder people?” Steve asked sadly.

“Bucky, come fuck me at my place,” she ordered cheerfully. “Steve, see to Tony.”

“What,” Steve said, but she’d already grabbed Bucky’s ear and was dragging him out–not that he looked too put-out about it. He watched the door close behind them, then awkwardly got to his feet and approached the bathroom. “Um. Tony? Can I come in?”

The door opened just a crack, and he slipped inside.

His stomach fell to the floor when he saw tears running down Tony’s cheeks. “Oh my God.”

Tony peeked up at him, then threw his head back and slid down the toilet so his back was on the lid instead of his butt. His entire body was shaking, and he covered his mouth. “St-!”

“I’m sorry,” Steve said hurriedly. “I didn’t mean to–Are you fucking laughing?!” he shouted when he realized that the other man was grinning.

Tony waved his free hand frantically, little wheezing noises escaping from between his fingers.

“I can’t believe this! I thought–I thought I’d ruined everything, and you just came in here to laugh?!” Steve exclaimed, but it was hard to stay angry when Tony finally let out a bark of laughter as he slid off the toilet and onto the floor. “Yeah, laugh it up, you dick!”

Tony wrapped his arms around his stomach, once again laughing so hard that he was making no sounds except for tiny wheezes.

Steve couldn’t help the smile that came to his lips. “I thought Natasha was going to murder me, Tony!”

“HAAAHAHA!” Tony rocked onto his other side, kicking his feet wildly.

“Tony!” Steve grabbed his shoulders so he wouldn’t knock himself out on the tub. “It’s not that funny!”

“You were so earnest,” Tony sobbed out, grinning. “Oh my God!”

Steve rolled his eyes, smiling fondly, and bent down to kiss his laughing mouth. “Well, how was I supposed to know what was going on?”

“I expected you to say I needed a spanking or something,” Tony admitted, lifting a hand to wipe his eyes. “Oh God! Do I have abs? I feel like I should have abs from how hard and long I laughed.”

Steve grinned, which then faded into an awkward smile. “Um. I’m hard and long.”

“STEVE!” Tony screeched, bursting into laughter again, but took some of the sting out of it by pressing giggly, open-mouthed kisses to his jaw and neck. “That was awful!”

“Yeah,” Steve admitted, but couldn’t bring himself to be actually embarrassed. “Why did you send Natasha an SOS text if you were just in here laughing?”

“I wasn’t trying to, I was trying to type out what had happened, but I was laughing so hard the words got mixed up and she thought something was wrong.”

Steve paused. “…What do I have to do to keep you from telling everyone?”

“Everyone already knows!” Tony laughed. “Natasha sent a group text about it!”

“Aw, fuck!” Steve swore, because God damn it now Clint and Sam were going to be insufferable.

Tony drew him down for another kiss, laughing quietly into his mouth. “’ll make it worth your while?” he offered, smiling up at him.

“…I mean, I might as well get sex if my friends are going to torment me,” Steve decided, and rolled his eyes when Tony burst out laughing and sputtering ‘no okay I’ll calm down in a minute I swear!’

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If you're not too terribly busy, the world could always use more Holsom fluff :)

Holsom fluff, my favorite! I combined this with a secondary request from @zombizombi for some ref!Holster, which I could not resist, because Holster+bitching speaks to my soul. Also, team dentist!Ransom, because it amused me. (Warning: mention of teeth.)

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Ransom landed in his seat barely five minutes before the game was supposed to start. Lardo, feet propped up against the glass, sketchbook against her knees, fingertips just peeking out of the sleeves of yet another sweatshirt stolen from Shitty, spared him a glance and a “You’re late” before going back to sketching warm-ups.

“I know, I know. Kid broke off two of her teeth on the playground, right up to the nerve, so I had to do some composites.”

She grimaced. “Ugh.”

“Why do you ask me these things when you know I’m going to talk to you about teeth? I’m a dentist, for fuck’s sake. And we’re here to watch hockey.”

“I’m in it for the butts.”

He grinned as he took in the player stretching on the ice in front of her and then her sketchbook. “Think Shits will like that one?”

“I call it ‘Spread,’” she said loftily.

He choked and was suddenly glad he hadn’t had time to stop by concessions on his way in. “So, uh, where is Shits tonight anyway?”

She waved a hand vaguely, barely missing whacking him in the face with the end of the sleeve. “Up in the office. They needed some documents looked over.”

He recognized that tone. “How long have you guys been here?”


“Couldn’t get anyone to strip for you?”

“Shut up.” Then she turned to him and smiled slowly.

Ransom was immediately alarmed. “Oh god. What?”

“There is some news you’ll want.”

“Yeah?” he asked cautiously.

“New ref.”

Ransom’s eyebrows went up. “And I’m interested in this… because why? I mean, is he supposed to be good or biased or something else?”

“Tall. He’s supposed to be very tall. You’ll see.”

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Work Comes Home - Part 9

Summary: You work for the company that publishes Hamilton: The Revolution.

Words: 11K+ (I genuinely wasn’t planning on writing this much, it just happened.)

Author’s Note: I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER. But thank you for being so amazing and patient with me while I wrote this and dealt with all my life things that have been happening recently. 

SPECIAL THANKS to the people who helped me get through this and read through the rough drafts of my ramblings: @secretschuylersister, @ourforgottenboleros, @letsgiggletogether, @adothoe, and @iwrotemywayto-revolution. This wouldn’t be here without you. 

Disclaimer: Artistic liberties taken regarding the publishing world and timeline. I’ve put the warnings below and tagged them as well just in case. As always, let me know if there are any glaring mistakes. I always love feedback!

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Alcohol

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Five Times Chloe Sabotaged Marinette’s Dates and One Time She Didn’t

So, @simplyagreste mentioned me in this post-breakup prompts list, and I fell in love with a couple. In particular, the prompt “are you?? sabotaging?? my dates?!?!?” seemed perfect for Chlonette, so have this masterpiece that was definitely not supposed to turn out to be 100 words shy of 4k.

Marinette knew she should have tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. As soon as the topic of past relationships came up, she should have done something: talk about the weather, pretend she received a call, even dump her drink on her lap just to get out of the inevitable question.

“So, what about you? How was your last relationship?”

“It was…” Marinette searched for a word as her date began to look increasingly concerned. “Well, let’s just say it was an experience I’m glad is behind me.”

“Funny, you seemed to enjoy it at the time.”

Marinette turned to look in the direction of that irritatingly familiar voice. She should have known even thinking of Chloe would catch her attention and draw her in like a beacon tailor-made for blonde narcissists.

Chloe smirked from the table behind her. “Hey, lovebug.”

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A Dilemma [Eggsy Unwin Imagine - Request].

A/N: Hello, my lovelies! Here’s another Eggsy Unwin request for you all. I really hope it’s okay anon! 

anonymous asked:

Eggsy one shot, please? You and your boyfriend eggsy go on a mission together, and you have to go through as a stripper

Part Two. 

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader. 

Warnings: NSFW, swearing, adult themes and sexual references. 

Disclaimer: Nope, I don’t own Eggsy or you. You belong to you. 

P.S: Sorry for any pesky mistakes, this has been edited/checked. Also, just a heads up, never feel like you need to sexualise yourself for someone else’s needs. Don’t. You’re not an object. You’re a human being and should be treated as one. 

“A stripper?” you snapped, glaring at Merlin, “you want me to go on this mission, as a stripper?”

Merlin chuckled, shaking his head, “no, just for the party. You need to get into the main suite – to find the keys for the basement, where they’re keeping hostages and intel.”

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Junior pt2

 Junior had changed a lot since becoming a crew emmber of the Jolly roger. Killian has become like a brother to her and the men have become her family. As she has no memeory of who she was she doesn’t have anyone to hold her reputation for and so she is a little on the wild side.

Warnings: swearing, very light girl on girl smut(just some heated smoochies in an alley)

Pairing: Killian x adopted sibling!reader, unnamed woman from the bar x reader ;)

Sorry for any mistakes it was kinda rushed.

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Part 1


  “Junior!’ Killian’s voice rang up to me where I sat in the eagles nest atop the Jolly Roger.

  “What?” I called down.

  “We’ve been docked for an hour,” he leant casually against the ramp rail. “I found a nice dress shop you’d like,”

I glared at him as I climbed down the roped ladder.

  “Ha, ha, very funny,” I said sarcastically.

I punched him in the arm as I walked past him and down the ramp.

  “Seriously though,” he said walking after me. “I did find a decent pub we could get ale and a hot meal from. Or at least a warm meal,”

  “You had me at ‘ale’” I chuckled.

  “Now I know you’ve learned to handle yourself the years you’ve been with us,” he gave me his Big Brother look. “But no going off on your own,”

I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off.

  “And that mean without a Jolly Roger crew member,” he said sternly, knowing what I was going to argue. “Not the company of some gross man you find in the bar,”

  “Sure thing KJ,” I looped my arm through his and dragged him along. “Thanks for not calling me a whore this time, brother,”

I did as told and didn’t leave the bar with some gross strange man. Instead I left with a beautiful strange woman.

I winked at Killian as I lead this woman by the hand out the door of the pub.

I dragged her round the corner into the alley by the pub and pushed her against the wall with my hands on her shoulders and my hips against her own, one of my legs pressed hard between her thighs.

   “you sure know what you’re doing,” she moaned as I attatched my mouth to her neck and sucked hard, smiling at the purple mark I left just bellow her ear.

   “Thanks,” I sighed back. “I’ve had practice,”

   “How old are you?” she asked btween kisses as her hands ran through my hair.

   “Not sure,” I said back before kissing her mouth roughly. “My memory only goes back like 5 years,”

   “That’s so sad,” she pulled away and looked at me with pity.

I got a little frustrated. “Not really,” I grumbled. “If I don’t remember my life before now it’s probably because it sucked. All the memories I do have are great,”

I moved in closer and looked at her for permission. when she smiled a attacked her neck once again.

I didn’t actually get to take her anywhere to finish off our little daliance.

I had her pinned against the alley wall when killian came round the corner, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

   “Sorry to interupt,” he smiled at the girl I was with.

(i didn’t get her name ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

   “Junior we’ve gotta go,” He spun round and began walking back out to the street.

   “Why?” I grumbled, resting my chin in my hand with my elbow on his back.

i waved goodbye to the girl with a wink and she just looked at me so confused.

   “Just some issues playing cards,” I could hear a smirk in Killian’s voice.

Suddenly the street was lit up by light pouring out the open pub door.

   “HEY!” A group of men started piling out of the pub in attempts to get to Killian.

He put me and we both ran.

   “What kind of issues in cards caused this you little shit?!” I screamed at Killian as we ran through the street to the docks.

   “Doesn’t matter now does it?” he shouted back.

We managed to hide from the townies and make it back to the Jolly Roger with no further incidents.

   “You idiot!” I whack Killian in the arm as I yelled at him. “What did you do? Did you cheat? Did you steal something?”

   “Ow,” He grumbled. “And yes, yes. I did both of those things,”

He held up a silver necklace with a large dark blue stone in the pendant.

   “I thought you’d like it,” he smiled sheepishly. 

   “You almost got us killed and ruined my night with a beautiful woman for a necklace?” I glared at him. Then I smirked proudly and took the necklace from him. “Thank you,”

   “Go get some rest before we leave again,” he patted my on the head then went up to the quarter deck to go over some charts.

I was woken by shouting on deck.

I threw on my jacket and ran out to see the sky was filled with dark clouds and the men were struggling to keep the sails still in the devilish winds.

   “Killian!?” I shouted over the noise.

   “Over here!” he was standing by the helm desperately trying to steer the ship.

   “What the hell happened?” I yelled once reaching his side. “Where are we?”

   “The seas here are controlled by a magic user,” he explained.

   “What?” I looked at him in disbelief. “What kind of sorcerer has this kind of power?”

   “Peter Pan,” he scowel when he said the name.

He’d mentioned the name before. The ageless demon boy who killed Killian’s brother Liam.

   “We’re in the Never Seas,” I said.

Killian nodded. “I didn’t mean to bring us here. I think it was some kind of trap,”

   “Trap?” I repeated. “For who?”

   “Either for me or for you,” he looked at me sadly.

   “For me?” I raised my eyebrows. “Why me?”

   “I saw the boy’s Shadow watching you a few weeks ago,” he continued. “I think Pan wants you for something,”

I felt a sudden wave of nausea. Something I’d never experienced while at sea. Only a few times when drinking heavily.

   “What could he want from me?” I asked, suddenly very afraid.

   “I dunno sweetheart,” Killian put his hand reasurringly on my shoulder. “I promise I won’t let him hurt you,”

   “how are we going to leave?” I cried.

   “I don’t know,” He was about to speak again when something pulled me up from the ship so fast I barely had time to react.

   “Junior!” Killian screamed.

I looked at the thing carrying me and saw a faceless shadow. Faceless save for the piercing white eyes that bore into me.

I thought I would be more afraid.

I should’ve been screaming in fear.

But something about this shadow seemed familiar.

   “Do I know you?” I said cautiously as the Jolly roger became tof ar away to see.

   “You’ have known me for a long time,” the shadows voice echoed in my head.

It began to descend and I looked down to see an island that also felt familier. Like I’d lived here for a time. Like home.

   “Neverland,” I breathed as the shadow put me down.

I was going to asked why I knew this place and why he said I’d known him but he didn’t stay. He simply flew away and vanished over the tree tops.

Well shit. I thi=ought. Killian will come for me eventually. Might as well wait.

I turned to face the ocean where I could barely make out the Jolly roger on the horizon. A tiny grey spek in the distance.

at the rate the winds are blowing I don’t think they’ll get here until tomorrow. And if that Pan person is delaying them.

I began walking along the shore line back and forth thinking of what to do if I ran into any of Pan’s forces while alone here.

There was some rustling in the bushes behind me and I reached for my scabbard at my hip. My blood ran cold when I remembered I’d left it in my quarters on the ship.

   “Unnarmed?” a voice called and a boy with the face of an elf stepped through the shrubbery.

He was attractive for someone who live on an uncivilised ilsand.

His face and clothes had a thin layer of dirt but it only added to his looks.

There was another boy behind him.

Taller, hooded. He had a jagged scar running from above his left eye to the opisite side of his mouth.

He too was very attractive.

   “who are you then?” I put my hand on my hip, honestly unafraid.

   “I’m Peter,” the elf-boy smiled. “Peter Pan,”

   “Ah yes,” I smiled. “The one who killed my friends brother,”

Pan’s face screwed up a little as if this was an event he’d forgotten.

   “I’ve killed many people so your friend shouldn’t feel special,” Pan said plainly, his eyebrows raised.

The hooded boy’s face suddnely changed, like he’d remembered or realised osmething.

He stepped forward and took of his hood, looking at me with a strange expression. like he wasn’t sure what he was looking at was real.

Pan looked at him with confusion. “Felix what’s the matter?”

   “I know you,” Felix spoke.

   “You do?” Pan and I said in unison.




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Roots (Part Four)

Originally posted by blondejongin

EXO Fanfic: Fantasy AU
Main Pairing: Female Reader x Byun Baekhyun (Light Fairy)

You are an Elven Outsider living in the Human World, living peacefully as a florist and gardener. But your peace shatters when you are discovered by a Representative from the Council of the Other World. Will he discover your secrets?

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‘Go on a date with me Blossom,’ he said, and you blinked at the sudden intensity of his voice, ‘I’ll pick you up later.

‘Idiot,’ you cursed under your breath.


You blinked and blushed, seeing your customer looking at you in alarm, a mild look of offence on his face, and his hand frozen half way to handing over his money to you.

‘Oh, no sir, I am sorry,’ you said quickly, pulling yourself to together, ‘I was talking to myself.’

The customer looked at you warily as he deposited the money in your hand, picked up his order, and left the store.

As the door swung shut behind him, you let out a deep breath and then a grunt of frustration.

‘Uuuhhh,’ you groaned leaning your elbows on your counter and burying your head in your hands.

After Baekhyun had shot off that morning, you had been in a state of panic. What were you going to do?

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SnowBaz fic

Very very late entry for the Carry On countdown, oops.

Prompt: ‘date night’, (fluff, established relationship)


“Hey, Snow.”
I grumble under my breath at the use of my surname, but look up from my cosy seat in front of the fire. Baz (the love of my life, the apple of mine eye - my boyfriend) leans against the doorframe of the lounge I share with Penny, as smug, arrogant and gorgeous as ever.

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healing ; J. Yoonoh

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➮ words: 1.5k

➮ genre: drama, friendship, heartbreak  

➮ summary: after taeyong breaks your heart you meet jaehyun and things start to turn for the better, and then for the worse.

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“Hey, are you alright?” a deep voice asked, holding a hand out to her.

She looked up to see a handsome man with dark hair and kind eyes holding his pale hand out for her, she timidly set her hand in his. Y/N watched as the muscles in his arms flexed while pulling her off the ground, but turned away quickly as she rubbed her hands along her chilly arms.

“Are you cold?” he asked, starting to pull his coat off for her.

“N-No, it’s alright,” she mumbled, holding her hands out to stop him, but he takes it to his advantage and pulls the sleeves onto her arms. The heat warms her and she sighs in content once he backs away.

“Lucky you, I never get cold, I just wear coats for looks,” he laughed with a sweet grin. She rolled her eyes looking up at him and then noticed her bright red eyes from previously crying. “Oh shit, are you okay? Come on, let’s go outside where it’s less crowded,” he said, setting his hand on the small of her back, and led her outside.

A small swing was outside, a couple occupying it at the moment, but Jaehyun scared them off allowing him and Y/N to sit in peace and quiet. She laughed quietly as she watched the couple scoff and whisper drunkenly on their way inside, but did nothing about it.

Jaehyun ushered Y/N over, and the two sat on the swings as the breeze softly swung the two of them.

“Uh, thank you for everything you’ve done for me,” she whispered, unable to look at him. She raised her hand to her mouth to chew the excess nails away. “I never caught your name though,” she stated, looking over to him, watching as he brushed the curls from his face.

“It’s Jung Yoonoh, but I go by Jaehyun,” he grinned. “You’re Y/N, right? I’m actually a friend of Taeyong’s, but I suspect you found out?” he asked, his voice soft and sweet. She wanted to listen to that vibrato all night, but the words that fell from his lips made him recount his thoughts.


“Oh, did you not know?”

“About him and Seulgi? It was just a one time thing, right?” she asked, but the look on his face changed that thought. She turned her head to the side, tears brimming, “I thought he was just mad, and I had the decency to think that he’d be better than that.”

“It’s been going on for a year now, he always would flaunt that he had two woman, and even a few more every now and again. We all hated how he fooled around, but I’m sorry to say it was none of our business,” he explained to her, she nodded in understanding.

“I understand. Damn, I wish he wasn’t such a coward and just broke it off if he wasn’t happy. No wonder he always came home with a tantrum on his lips.

Jaehyun watched her, his eyes filled with pity as the tears threatened to fall. He stood up, allowing Y/N to cry into his shoulder while he rocked the two of them back and forth. The music inside still beating loud enough for them to follow to the tune.

After a few minutes, she pushed against his chest, making him back away with a small smile. “Thanks,” she whispered, moving back to the swings. He nodded, following after.

It was silent between them until Jaehyun perked up at the sight of a couple starting to walk outside through the windows. He turned to Y/N with a devilish look in his eye as an idea popped into his head.

“You want to do something fun?” he asked, trying to get her thoughts off her ex-boyfriend. She nodded excitedly and he whispered in her ear to follow his lead.

The couple walked outside to the railing, and Jaehyun began to speak in a hushed tone. “Well, I got the… you know out of this province, but you did clean the fingerprints off, right?” he asked, a small smile lips.

“Me?” she whispered back, a grin suppressed under her words. “I thought that was your job?”

“Oh, God, Y/N! Not again!” Jaehyun said a little too loud, making the couple jump and quickly run back into the house.

It continued a few more times until Johnny Seo, the host of the party came out with an angry look, but it faded when he saw Jaehyun.

“Could you stop making jokes like that? I know you have fun doing it, and so do I from time to time, but when people come and bother be about having a murderer/drug dealer/ whatever at the party, it’s no longer fun for me,” he ranted, hands on his hips.

Jaehyun apologized, and Johnny sighed returning inside moments later his head popping back out. “I’d be careful, I saw Taeyong storming around downstairs a few minutes ago.”

The two looked at each other before standing up in a rush, ready to retreat to any form of safety, “I know a exit we can clear out of here.”


“If you don’t want to get into a fight with Taeyong, we need to leave now,” Jaehyun demanded, taking her hand, and pulling her off the deck.

A sound of footsteps alerted the two just as they took off, and Y/N made the mistake of looking back to catch the cold gaze of Taeyong. His hands were clenched tightly, and he followed after them at the speed of light. Y/N’s hands fastened around Jaehyun’s in her nervousness and Jaehyun turned to check on her only to get tackled instantly by her (ex-)boyfriend.

“Get your fucking hands off my girlfriend, you punk,” Taeyong seethed, his fists flying towards Jaehyun in his rage. A loud noise came from behind them as Y/N ran forward, grabbing his fists and getting knocked in the face as well in her attempt to pin him to the ground.

Thankfully, Johnny had seen Taeyong stomping his way outside, and quickly followed. He shoved Y/N off and sat on Taeyong’s back to keep him pinned down.

“She’s not your girlfriend,” Jaehyun said coldly, not a hint of emotion in his voice. He stood, his hand around his nose as the blood seeped between his fingers.

“She is, you motherfucker, I made one mistake, and didn’t even go through with having sex with Seulgi. I swear, Y/N! I swear, please, I came out here to apologize,” he pleaded, tears pooling into the dewy grass beneath him.

Johnny leaned over to look at Taeyong’s face, and groaned loudly, “Fake tears, really? Now, that’s a bit much,” he cackled, pushing more of his weight into his ‘friend’.

“Don’t worry Taeyong, Jaehyun has told me everything. I know you’ve fooled around with other girls and I’m done. We’re over, and I don’t need this emotional rollercoaster when I can find someone better than you,” Y/N hissed, glaring down at the pathetic looking teen. His expression changed immediately at her words, flipping Johnny off of him, and stood towering over her.

“You think because you’ve had some sweet moments with him, you’ll live happily ever after?” he asked, the tone in his voice amused. He stared into her eyes, a look that she once thought of as love, but now looked like hatred. “Well, you’re wrong because he’s just as bad as me,” he whispered in her ear, slowly trailing his breath along her skin before turning to walk back into the party, knocking his shoulder against Jaehyun’s and leaving.

The three stood together, breathing heavily from the breathless scene that just transpired between them, before laughing loudly.

“Johnny?” a voice called from the deck before running over to the three of them, “Oh, God, are you alright?” the voice asked, shining in the pale moonlight to show that she was Wendy. “Oh, shit, Y/N? What happened? You all look like Hell froze over and you’re looking for a place to stay.”

“We just had a little argument with Taeyong,” Y/N muttered, happy to see her.

“A little?” she asked in astonishment, taking her hands, “Honey, you have a black eye and a broke heart. Why don’t we all head back to my house, and get you fixed up, alright?” she asked, looking between the three.

Reluctantly, they nodded, and followed after her to her car, since they were all pretty tipsy.

“I’m Wendy, what’s your name?” she asked, holding her hand out to Jaehyun into the back with you.

“Jaehyun,” he greeted with a smile himself.

He looked at Y/N worriedly, touching the forming bruise around her eye gently. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, are you?” she asked, looking at the small bruises forming on his face and the bloody nose that was still slightly running.

“Yeah, I’m just ready to take a long nap,” he sighed, the car starting, and the car pulling out of Johnny’s party, leaving it at the hands of drunken teens.


“actually guys, I need to call someone to watch the house, I almost forgot it was my own…” Johnny muttered, picking up his phone and dialing his most reliable friend, Winwin, who hadn’t even gone to the party because he was responsible and barely drank.

“But hyung, I’m on a date…” Winwin groaned over the phone.

“Take your date to the party, have a good time! Just don’t get drunk.”

ter0rr  asked:

Basic chickens prompt: Elias tries to help Adam deal with all these article commissions he's received that keep on piling up.

I hope this is what you had in mind!

The minute Adam heard the squeaking he tensed up, jaw clenching.

“I swear to bloody fuck,” he whispered, chewing at his lip.

The stack of papers was put down loudly on his desk.

“There are still several…”

He snatched them up and turned so fast that Elias took a step back, eyes wide.


Elias sputtered, his frown turning to a glare. “You asked me to help you, Adam. I am not the one making the mistakes!”

Adam stood up so fast the chair fell, and he threw the pages off the desk with relish. “Exclamation marks are not mistakes!”

Elias huffed, “No one is that excited about the mayor’s private life.”

Adam groaned, spreading his hand across his face.

“You asked for my help, angel. I only…”

The first bit of sniffling and Adam sighed, spreading his fingers open to see Elias had knelt down to pick up the papers.

“Curly, don’t.”

“I am,” Elias sniffed, “helping.”

Adam got down on his hands and knees, reaching for a page at the same time that Elias did. Their fingers brushed and Adam moved in closer.

“I’m sorry.”

Elias looked up, his face covered in tears.

“I am sorry for the mistakes you keep making.”

Adam laughed, pressing their lips together softly. He grabbed Elias’s hand and was happy when he let the pages go immediately.

“So am I,” he felt Elias growing hard against him when crawling into his lap, “I think I may need a break.”

Elias licked his lips, letting out his breath in a rush when Adam wiggled against him, “Breaks are always good, and you have been working quite hard.”

Adam grinned, standing up and holding out is hand. “We’ll see how hard I can work at something more fun, yeah?”

Elias kissed his hand, nuzzling and pushing him back against the desk.

“I think I want to work hard this time.”

Elias sat up on his knees and Adam shivered at the first touch of his belt.

“I’ll try not to correct your mistakes.”

I Hate You, Noah Hanifin (Day 3)

Noah Hanifin x Reader

Fandom: NHL

Warnings: Angst I guess, implied cheating

POV: First Person/Reader’s

Summary: All of the times the reader has told Noah she hates him

Author: Cymbelline

Originally posted by nhl-canes

It was a quiet Friday night, Noah and I were sprawled on the couch in our pyjamas, watching a movie. My hair was messy, my eyes were tired, my p.j. bottoms were frumpy, and my top was one of Noah’s old jerseys, so it was oversized. I was comfy. 

My eyes were glued to the t.v. when suddenly a bright light blinded me, making me scrunch up my eyes. I turned to Noah once the light diminished. He was holding up his phone, smiling like an idiot.

“Why…?” I asked as I laughed slightly. 

“’Cause you’re cute,” Noah said as he showed me the picture. 

“Noooo,” I whined as I tried to swipe the phone from him. “Delete it!”

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“Why?” You mumbled for what seemed like the hundredth time, the tears streaming down your face long forgotten. You sat with your back to the wall and your head in your hands, a smashed vase lay on your right that you had broken in the heat of the argument.

“Y/N, I-”

“Is it because of her?” You spat. “Because of Allison?”

Isaac sighed, tears now beginning to run down his face. “Yes, partly, but she meant nothing to me! Just a mistake, I swear.” He took a deep breath. “Things have just been a lot for me lately. But you can come with me. We can start a new life in France. Together.” Together. There it was again. He used to say it all the time before Allison. He had left her before she died, to be with you, but the guilt still haunted him.

You lifted your head so that it only rested on one hand. You glared at him through the tears.

“Y/N, I know you’re angry, I can smell it. But I can also smell love. No matter how hard you try, you can’t push me away. You still love me, and I still love you.”

“But I don’t want to love you! I’ve tried to hate you and I just can’t!” You screamed, tears streaming down your face once more. “Don’t you understand? You hurt me and for that I wanted to hate you so bad, but I couldn’t because I loved you too much, and as we all know, love makes you weak.”

Isaac rushed over and wrapped his arms around you. “No, love doesn’t make you weak, it makes you stronger.” You tried to fight him off but your argument earlier had made you tired.

“Well I don’t feel very strong at the moment.” You added once you had given up trying to fight him.

“But you will, once we’ve moved and started a new life together.” He looked at you with pleading eyes. “What do you say Y/N? Will you move to France and start a new life with me?”

6. "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?"

Han Solo X Reader

Requested by anon.


Today had been more than exhausting. You and the others had a run in with quite a few storm troopers, and let’s just say, for a second you didn’t think you’d make it out.

But here you were, drained. As you made your way into your room, you immediately stopped as your eyes landed on the exposed Han who was sprawled out on your bed.

“Han? What the hell?!” You yelled.

Han sprung up, furrowing his brows at you, as he tried to cover himself.

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” You spewed.

He flashed an apologetic smile, as he shrugged his shoulders. “My mistake. I-i thought this was my bed.” He chuckled.

You covered your eyes, pursing your lips as you grew annoyed. “Just put some clothes on and get out!” You exclaimed. “Now I have to burn my sheets.”

He rolled his eyes and huffed. “Come on princess, don’t pretend you don’t like what you see.”

You clenched your jaw tight and glared at him. “Get out or I swear-”

“What? Going to punish me?” He winked.

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You stared up at Peter, eyes wide and frightened as he shouted and stomped around the camp ground, pacing back and forth. All of the lost boys had stopped what they were doing to watch the show, the few lost boys who didn’t like you where wide smirks on their faces as they observed. While others just sat silent and nervous.

Peter was angry, it was blatantly obvious. His eyes were dark and sharp looking. The reason for his anger was that you, being the merciful, kind, sympathetic person you are, had let a boy out of his cage. The boy had just been some kid Peter had brought here who didn’t want to co-operate with Pan’s rules, thus landing him in a cage. He’d been in there for a few days until you couldn’t take seeing the poor boy being treated so terribly. So you let him go.

And now Peter and the lost boys were having trouble finding him again. They didn’t even suspect that you were the one to set him free, until you finally confessed to Peter that is. Instantly he blew up. Shouting how stupid that was, how you had no right, and that you should know by now to do exactly as he said. He glared at you darkly, something you weren’t quite used to. You’ve upset him before, but never, ever had you seen him this angry at you. It made a shiver run down your spine.

“Peter, please-” You tried to speak but he instantly silenced you with a shout.
“No! You don’t get to defend yourself. I don’t care how sorry you felt for him, you undermined me. You think just because I’ve taken a liking to you it means you can make decisions like this?” He continued shouting while you curled into yourself, stepping back when he’d step toward you. You shook your head and let out a shaky breath, you didn’t know what to say, you were afraid you’d only anger him more. But you spoke anyway.

“W-Why does it matter?” You said in a uneasy voice, nervous of how Peter would react. “I mean, he was just some boy. He was scared and lonely, he just wanted to go home.”

He scoffed at that. “You think I’m mad because some pathetic boy got away?” Peter’s glare deepened and you saw him clench his fist. “No, this is about how you think you can just go behind my back like this and that everything will be okay. Like you don’t think there won’t be any consequences for you.”

He was silent for a moment, jaw tight and fists still clenched tightly at his side as he stared at you with that icy glare. “I think it was a mistake, a mistake letting you stay here” He muttered. Your eyes widened, you couldn’t believe what he was saying. You heard some of the lost boys snicker around you, the sound only twisting the knife in your chest.

“Peter! Please, don’t do this. I’m sorry! I swear it won’t happen again, please don’t send me away” You shouted at him, tears had began pooling in your eyes and you ran towards him. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him tightly and burring your face into his chest as you began sobbing and beggin him to let you stay. “Please Peter, please! I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good.”

He didn’t hug you back, he just stood there stiff as a board until he put his hands on your shoulders and pushed you away harshly. You fell back, landing on your behind and you stared up at him in shock and disbelief. He’d never done this to you, never once had he treated you this coldly since you’ve been here.

“If I keep you here you’ll only cause more trouble for me” He said, his face was stony and emotionless compared to my tear stricken face. I shook my head desperately and stood up, I attempted to run back at him once more, but I was stopped. His shadow had grabbed me, held me by the wrist so tightly I swear I would get a bruise. I tried to pull away, but the entity’s grip was to strong and I soon felt my feet begin to lift off the ground.

“No! No! No!” I cried and tried to squirm out of the shadow’s grip. “Peter please!” I pleaded with him, but he only had the same stone cold expression on his face as he watch me and his shadow ascend to the sky. But you could swear, swear on your own life that you saw a look of regret flash on his face before it instantly disappeared.

“Goodbye Y/N”

It had been a week since Pan had sent you away, they had found the boy two days after you had left. Peter killed him. 

The camp was a lot more tense now, the lost boys were more afraid of Peter than ever. He became much more cruel after you had left, punishing the boys harshly for breaking minor rules, snapping and yelling at them for no real reason other than he wanted to.  He was in a bitter mood more often then not, and he spent a uncharacteristic amount of his time in his tent alone.

No one knew why, and no one questioned it. But really it was because he was angry, angry at himself. He had realized a few days later how stupid he had been to make you leave. He hadn’t counted on him missing you so much, and it pissed him off how all this was affecting him. The only time when he felt better was when he’d lay on his bedroll and stare at an old picture of you and your mother you had brought when you came to Neverland, of course he only focused on you. 

There would be times he would fall asleep with the picture in his hands, half expecting you to come and wake him in the morning like you used to. He had thought of going to get you back, but he was afraid. He was afraid that you hated him now, and he couldn’t stand the thought it.

 He dreamed about how it would play out, he would show up at your window (personally, not his shadow) and apologize. But then you would start shouting at him, telling him that you hated him and never wanted to see him ever again. Though he knew there could be a chance that you would forgive him and go with him, he couldn’t take the chance. He just never wanted to hear you actually say those words. That you hated him.

And so, he lives with it. With the regret and the mistake hanging on his shoulders of the day he let you go, while keeping the picture with him at all times. It wasn’t what he wanted, but it would have to do. He couldn’t have you there, but he could pretend. When all the lost boys were asleep in there beds and he would quietly talk to your picture, imagining your voice and laugh filling the empty silence of his tent.


I kind of like this one. But I would just like to say I wrote and edited this at 2:00 in the morning, so yeah sorry if it isn’t as good as my other ones.


Finally! Photos of my RGB cosplay!

I had far too much fun with these, and still have another 50 or so decent pictures on my laptop, which I will not subject you to. Click for commentary.


There’s more…

You really expected me not to go all out?

a follow-up of this angsty fic, by request. tell me if you like it! B) this one is even angstier lmao

It was rare that she felt nervous or timid anymore. She was enrolled at the most prestigious multimedia art school in the country, why would she need to feel nervous? It was just another ordinary day going to a regular ol’ class with all of her same friends that she had all semester. At least, that was what she was telling herself as she strode along the HWU campus, quaking in her cute, lace-up boots. The shyness was consuming her, creeping up from her wobbly legs to her butterfly-filled stomach all the way up to her rapidly-beating heart. 

It’s just a class, stupid, she reminded herself. Just look down and take notes and act natural. You don’t even need to talk to him. 

He, in fact, had not spoken to her in a week, despite having her in his class twice since their… intimate encounter. He had kept his distance and had show no signs of wanting to speak with her further about the matter. He had not even looked her in the eye since his gaze pierced hers, their lips brushing together hungrily -

No. She would not think about this now.

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Sexting; N.M.-Part 9

Jack cleared his throat, “I ordered Chinese”

“Well, I’ll be in my room.” I said quietly

“You ah net earned for 3 days Carter.”

I just shrugged, “so? I don’t feel the need to.”

Before he could say anything, I walked back upstairs to my room and laid on bed. I took off my jeans, not before taking my phone out of the pocket, and got under the covers.

I grabbed my remote and hit play on the tv.

I wanted to call Derek. But… He probably hates me right now and I’m dying inside.

I heard 2 knocks on my door before someone walked in and sat on the opposite side of my bed. I removed the blanket before maki g eye contact with Nate. He got under the blankets and pulled me into his arms.

I rested my head in his chest and let out a quiet sob. He rubbed my back and whispered in my ear, “shhh, babygirl. Let it out.” I shook my head and unwrapped myself from him and wiped my tears.


“Why? It’s okay to cry you know” he said, confused.

“I know that but I don’t want you to see me at my weakest. I’m trying to be strong”

“Ok” he said and kissed my forehead. He sat up in my bed and just stared at me.

“What?” I asked confused. “Nothing, you’re just really gorgeous” he said, making me blush. I looked up and and stared into his eyes. We slowly leaned in and connected out lips together.

The kiss started out slow and passionate but soon got hard and lustful. I straddled him as he laid back on my bed. We started making out as I started grinding my hips onto his.

He stopped the kiss and looked up at me. “You’re all mine baby girl, all mine” he said and flipped us over to where he was hovering over me.


I laid in my bed cuddled next to Nate as we continued watching Teen Wolf.

There were 3 hard knocks on the door before Jack walked in, “someone is here to see you guys” he said before leaving the door open and walking out.

I looked up at Nate confused. He just shrugged and got off of the bed. I walked out to the living room where Derek stood.

“Oh my god!” I said surprised and ran over to him and jumped in his arms. “I hate living without you” he said into my hair.

“Hey whose her-” Nate said turning the corner.

“Really? Again Carter?” Derek said, putting me down and giving me a harsh glare.

“No! I swear” I said, trying to convince the brown haired boy in front of me.

“He was just here to comfort me.”

“Did you two do anything?” He said, not totally convinced.

“We just made out” Nate said, “nothing is official yet.”

“It never will be” I mumbled.

“I came back here to try to get you back Carter.” Derek said, “but it looks like I’ve made a mistake” he said, trying to walk out.

“No wait” I begged, “please… I want you and only you”

“If you truly loved me, you would stop talking to Nate and Jack" he said, eyebrows furrowed and a stern look on his face.

I looked over my shoulder at Nate with tears in my eyes, before looking back at Derek. I nodded, “okay”

“I guess that’s my cue to leave… I’ll walk myself out. It was nice knowing you Carter” Mate said and walked out of the house.

“Now… You’re all mine again” Derek said and pulled me into his arms.

“I’m all yours” I said…



anonymous asked:

BMP cheating on MC and try to win her back?

*cracks knuckles* let’s do this.


Joshua: “Y/N, please just listen to me!” Joshua begged, tears forming in his beautiful, traitorous eyes.

You were done. With everything. Joshua had broken your heart, completely shattered it, and he thought that he could win you back with an explanation? He was more naive than you ever believed.

“Listen to what, exactly?!” you screamed up at him. The hallways in the castle were deserted, probably to give you and Joshua space, but you didn’t care. Your husband, the king of DresVan, had slept with another woman in your bedroom. “Because I’d rather not listen to the story of how you seduced another woman and slept with her while I was literally only three doors down the hall.”

He didn’t reply, at a complete loss for words. He realized his mistakes all too late, and now he was paying the price for it.

You laughed bitterly, tears falling from your face. “But then I guess, there’s probably a rule somewhere that states that it is completely okay for a King to sleep with another woman as long as she’s beautiful.”

“Y/N…” he whispered, the pain in his eyes barely representing the amount of heart break he was feeling.

“I’m done,” you replied, slamming the door to the bedroom in his face.

Roberto: You whimpered unconsciously from your dreams, thrashing on the bed from your nightmare. All you could ever dream about was your beloved husband, Roberto, as he made love to another woman in your bedroom. But what made it so much worse than any normal nightmare was that this actually happened.

Drenched in sweat, you woke up suddenly, breathing heavily. Your voice was hoarse, no doubt, from screaming yourself awake. Every night, your nightmares got worse.

Then, the door to your room flew open. 

“Y/N!” Roberto yelled, wide eyed and out of breath. “What’s wrong?”

But the last person you wanted to see was the man who was at the source of all of your nightmares. 

“Go away,” you growled in exhaustion. “I’m fine.”

But he wouldn’t. “Y/N, I know what this is all about,” he said, walking towards your bed. “Please, Y/N, I’m so truly sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you. I can’t stop thinking about you, and I dream about you too.” You shook your head, so tired of crying over him.

“Just give me another chance,” he whispered, landing on his knees in front of your shivering form. “I swear, I will prove myself to you each and every day for the rest of our lives. Please… I love you.”

Keith: It’s been a year since Keith cheated on you, but you still hadn’t left the castle in fear of sending the kingdom into mass hysteria. Everyday, you saw Keith, but you wouldn’t acknowledge him. Just looking at him sent shockwaves of misery through your shattered heart. On the outside, you looked strong and cold, and image of strength made of alabaster. 

But Keith… Keith had been deteriorating for awhile now. 

It was apparent in the fragile way he walked, the slight tremble in his hoarse voice, and the diminutive way he always appeared in a room full of people. And every day, he looked a bit worse.

But only because every night, he would knock on your bedroom door and beg you to come back, to come back to him. Yet, every night, you would always tell him the same thing:


Tonight, though, he acted different. 

“Every night…” he whispered, head hung low in front of you. “Every night… We do the same things, and every day gets harder than the one before. Y/N, I… I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.” Tears dripped from his dull green eyes, and you resisted the urge to wipe them from his face.

“Then stop,” you said as coldly as you could. “Stop trying to get me back. You messed up, Keith. You can’t just expect me to run to your arms after nights of begging.” His head hung lower, and your heart ached with the dull pain from a year of betrayal.

“Good night, Keith,” you said, closing the door on his face.

Edward: He promised.

He promised to love you forever, through all of life’s trials and sorrows, through all of life’s highs and delights. He promised to love you and only you. His body was yours; your body was his.

Except he had given his body to another, and you had seen him do it.

“Y/N!” Edward yelled, chasing after you as you dashed from your occupied room. “Y/N, please, let me explain!”

Breathless, but without missing a heartbeat, you whirled around to him. “Oh, please! Tell me all about how you gave yourself to another woman after swearing yourself to me for the rest of our lives!” Frustration, humiliation, and rage flashed red and yellow and black in your mind, at war with each other in your mind.

It was giving you a migraine.

“It was a mistake, Y/N,” he whispered, tears gathering in his eyes. But you didn’t care about his heartbroken appearance. You only saw the hickeys on his neck. “I swear to you, it was a mistake. You’re the only one I love.”

But you just glared at him and walked away, not even replying to him.

You were done.

Wilfred: All you wanted to do was punch the television screen in and shatter the glass. You wanted to feel the sharp pieces of glass crack under your knuckles as the sound of your cheating husband’s voice filtered out from it.

But you didn’t. You needed to be strong. And ruining a perfectly good television set was not the sign of a strong person.

Wilfred was currently on the news, holding a press conference for some new political project he was about to begin. It was a big deal, and every eye in the kingdom was on the news. As much as your heart hurt to see Wilfred, you wanted to watch it.

It was winding down to a close when Wilfred suddenly changed tones, and your attention was immediately focused on the screen.

He looked nervous and pale, wringing his hands together. Then, he began to speak. “A few months ago, I made a horrible, awful mistake. And because of that, I hurt the one person that I love more than anything in the entire world. And now, I feel like my kingdom needs to know.”

Confused murmurs filled your ears, but they were all cut off as Wilfred said the words that were enough to stop your heart.

“I cheated on my wife, Y/N,” he whispered, eyes tear-filled but full of strength. Outraged gasps echoed everywhere, but he just pressed on. “I was selfish, and my actions are inexcusable. But I will do anything in my power to make it up to you all, because I not only betrayed her trust I betrayed yours. Yet, Y/N is my priority, and I swear that I will prove myself to her once more. I will not fail. For she is my lighthouse and my comfort.”

You shut off the television before you heard anymore. Tears cascaded your face and your mind was a mess of confusion and longing, of pain and healing.

Glenn: “Please, Y/N,” Glenn begged, clutching on to your cold hand. “Please! Forgive me! I’m so sorry for breaking your heart. I love you!”

You would have laughed at his desperation, had he been so vehement and passionate about anything else, but because he was pleading with you to come back to him after he cheated on you, you just felt sick. Glenn was the quiet sort, and it was rare that you ever saw him become truly passionate about stuff.

But no one could deny his heart and desperation in getting you to come back to him.

“Glenn, you have to stop this!” you said, exhausted from his constant pleading. “I need time, Glenn, and you’re not giving me time to heal or even think! Please, just give me time.”

He looked up at you, a small flicker of hope in his eyes. “If I give you all the time in the world, will you come back to me?”

You could only reply with, “Maybe.”

As he walked away, happier than ever before, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. You had only said you needed time because you were so tired of him asking you to forgive him. You had finally succeeded, but now, he was giving you time to think it over. But you knew what would be the outcome.

You would leave him. You would always leave him. He cheated on you. There was no chance you were going to go back to him, right?



sorry if these sound a bit repetitive from all the past “cheating” requests! there’s only so much you can do with these types of things, but I hope it didn’t disappoint!

thanks for the request!


antonslavik020  asked:

Freezerburn Modern AU where Weiss is staying at a hotel but the front desk person forgot to make her room unavailable and gives Yang the same room, causing Yang to walk in on Weiss. This actually happened to a friend at work(they were the person who got walked in on) so it's not as unbelievable as you might think.

Thank you again! This was so much fun!

Donation prompt info!


Yang was very excited to spend the weekend alone at the hotel she’d booked. It was her summer vacation, after all, and she deserved a break from the stresses of college and the hectic schedules of the family life.

She was so eager to begin her little vacation that she smiled and winked at the cute clerk behind the front desk, who ended up blushing as she handed Yang her key card.

“Room 306. Please… enjoy your stay.”

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anonymous asked:

5 one night stand and falling pregnant Klaroline

Ok, I’m gonna get through the rest of these mini drabble prompts this weekend, I swear… Hopefully. ;)

Part II




“Well fuck.”

Caroline stared hard at the little plastic stick, as if the force of her glare could make one of the two lines disappear.

“Well? What’s the verdict?” a voice asked from the other side of the bathroom door.

The blonde groaned, sinking down onto the toilet lid, knees suddenly feeling weak. “My life is over.” One night of fun and BAM! End of the line.

The door slowly creaked open, a brunette head of curls poking in through the gap. “So it’s positive, I take it?” Katherine asked, lips curving into an unusually sympathetic smile.

“Why does this always happen to me?” Caroline moaned, head hanging low. “The life crapping all over me part, not the pregnancy thing,” she clarified, lifting her head up to look at her best friend with a scowl. “No, this is a whole new level of hell.”

Katherine chuckled deep in her throat as she walked fully into the room. “Oh come on, Caroline. Pregnancy isn’t so bad! If I can do it, so can you.”

Caroline shot her a glare. “That’s easy for you to say! You and Elijah planned it. I just made a stupid mistake!” One that had felt amazing at the time, but still. Getting knocked up had not been part of the deal.

The brunette’s gaze softened as she crouched down next to her friend, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Well, it doesn’t have to be a mistake…”

The distraught woman looked up, brow furrowed in thought for a moment before she sighed. “No, I guess not. But I think I want to keep it… Is that weird?” Caroline asked, biting her lip nervously. “I mean, it was only a one night stand, I don’t even know where to find the guy! But…”

Katherine offered up a gentle smile. “The heart wants what it wants, Caroline. It’s not weird, trust me.”

“Thanks Kat.”

“And about finding him…”

Caroline’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Katherine….”

The brunette’s mouth twitched into a more familiar smirk. “Well, remember when I said I didn’t see who you ran off with that night?”


“Well, that was a lie.”


The smirk widened. “And I just so happen to know who he is. Quite well, actually. And where you can find him.”

The look in her friend’s eyes filled Caroline with even more apprehension instead of the comfort she had been hoping for.

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