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Big Weekend || Dan Howell

A/N: this imagine was requested by @let-it-go-and-live-again! I really like the idea. yeeah body positivity!! btw I added an about me page to my bio in case you want to check it out!

Word Count: 1.6K

POV: Reader


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The sky was cloudy but the air wasn’t too cold. Thousands of people were just hoping that it wouldn’t start raining. I was one of them. I stood there and hoped while my body was made of 60% pure adrenaline by now.

“I can’t wait for them to start!” I had to yell because the crowd of talking people was just so loud.

I smiled at Dan whole heartedly. The huge grin on my face was so big that my cheeks hurt.

“You are cute when you are that excited.” Dan laughed and took my hand in his.

His dimples were showing and just the sight of him made me feel like my heart was going to burst. Although Dan and Phil had stopped doing their radio shows they were still asked to do some interviews at Radio 1’s Big Weekend, an annual music festival.

Dan surprised me by inviting me to come with him. I obviously had to say yes, especially since my favourite band was performing. They were going to enter the stage soon and thousands of excited fans including me and Dan were impatiently waiting for them.

Although Dan was allowed to watch from back stage we decided to mix into the crowd because there was so much audience participation during the band’s concerts.

For a second the crowd grew all silent, then the first fans started screaming. Welcomed by loud cheers and squeals my favourite band ran onto stage. They immediately started with their first song. The air was filled with bursting energy and excitement. I hadn’t felt so alive in a long time.

I started singing my heart out to the songs I had listened to a million times before, but they sounded and felt so different live. When the whole crowd started chanting the chorus of my all time favourite song I jumped up and down, not being able to stop myself from moving and dancing.

“You are damn beautiful, Y/N!” I heard Dan shout into my ear.

I only now realized that he was watching me the whole time and blushed a little bit.

As one of the band’s slow songs sounded from the speakers Dan wrapped his arms around me from behind and we swayed to the music. His broad chest was pressed against my back and he rested his chin on top of my head, kissing my hair now and then.

After the ballade ended I got on my tip toes again in order to be able to watch my favourite band member’s every move.

“Do you know how lucky you are, Dan?” I asked him laughing, pointing out the height difference between us.

Dan was by far one of the tallest people in the crowd and I looked tiny next to him.

“You could sit on my shoulders.” Dan suggested with a wink.

“Dan, everyone behind us would hate us.” I laughed but had to admit that I kinda liked the idea.

“Enter the world of us giants. Just one song.” He pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

I had to admit it sounded tempting. Very tempting actually.

“Okay, but if people start shouting at us it’s all your fault!” I gave in and Dan didn’t really have much convincing to do.

He bent down so I could sit on his shoulders. After I had gotten on top of him I was able to overlook the whole crowd. His head was in between my thighs and I couldn’t stop myself from running my fingers through his soft chocolate brown hair. I crossed my legs behind Dan’s back and he held my thighs for extra stabilization.

Dan and I were enjoying ourselves and I was so happy to have an amazing boyfriend like him.

Just as the song ended and Dan was about to set me down, we were stopped by the band’s drummer and my favourite member.

“Listen everybody! Do you see this pretty girl who got on top of somebody’s shoulders? I want you all to do the same!” he shouted into his microphone and pointed right at me. The crowd started cheering and moving around.

Everybody who was here with somebody followed his instructions. I, on the other hand, had an immensely hard time processing the fact that my favourite band member had just called me pretty!

The heat rushed to my face and my hands started shaking. I felt like my 16-year-old fangirling self again.  

“O my god he called me pretty!” I squealed once my feet touched the ground again.

“Because you are!” Dan said with twinkling eyes and made me smile even wider.

I pecked his lips quickly before I faced the stage again. Just as my eyes landed on the drummer again he took off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and perfectly defined abs. The whole female part of the crowd completely lost it. Never before had I heard such high-pitched screams.

A few teenage girls actually looked like they were about to faint. I had to stare at him in awe. I squealed along while he smashed his drums, sweat dripping down his forehead.  

“Damn I forgot how hot he is.” I breathed in disbelief and was too busy to notice the look on Dan’s face as those words left my mouth.

I was still jumping up and down like a bouncy ball after the concert had ended. Dan was guiding me backstage with him because I was too busy talking about the concert to concentrate on where I was going.  

“I can’t believe that just happened. Best concert ever!” I babbled ecstatically.

“Mhm” Dan mumbled quietly and I was again too excited to notice his resentment.

Back in the hotel we were staying in for the weekend I had calmed down a bit again. After changing out of my sweaty shirt and drinking what seemed like 4 bottles of water I was back to normal.

Since Dan and I were extremely exhausted we decided to go straight to bed. It was only Saturday so we still had the whole of Sunday ahead of us. When I was done with brushing my teeth and exited the bathroom I noticed that Dan was in bed already. I got under his duvet as well and was immediately greeted by his comforting body warmth.

I snuggled up next to him and rested my head on his chest.

“Thank you for taking me with you. I really enjoyed today.” I whispered softly and pecked his pink lips.

With a grin, I decided to deepen the kiss and quickly straddled my surprised boyfriend.

“I thought you said you were tired.” Dan asked raising a brow, teasingly.

“I am never too tired for this.” I breathed seductively.

As soon as those words had come over my lips Dan immediately flipped us over so he was on top. I ran my hands up and down his chest, taking his t-shirt off soon after. He connected our lips again, we didn’t start out slow, it was heated since minute one. The tiredness from before was gone as Dan moved his hips against mine. I couldn’t hold in a silent moan.

“Am I hurting you?” Dan asked suddenly sounding insecure.

I broke the kiss to look at him in confusion. Did he misinterpret my moan?

“Why would you be hurting me? We haven’t even.. you know.“ I asked him confused, looking up at him.

“I thought I crushed you under my weight..” Dan’s words were barely a whisper. He swallowed hard as has face turned the colour of a tomato.

My eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

“Daaann-“ I trailed, waiting for him to tell me he was joking, but he didn’t.

“What are you talking about, Dan?” I wanted to know, scared of his answer.

He got off me and let himself fall down on the bed next to me. I lifted myself up on my elbow to be able to look into his dark brown eyes.

“I- I’m just really heavy. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He explained and I could tell that he was uncomfortable.

“You are way over 6 feet, Dan. How are you supposed to not be heavy?” I argued.

“Yeah sure.” He mumbled unmotivated. My face fell, finally getting what he was implying.

“That’s not what you meant, right?” I breathed totally aghast.

“No.” He whispered and slowly shook his head.

“Why do you suddenly feel like that? You are so beautiful, baby.” I gently traced his biceps, taking in his beauty.

He seemed to quietly ponder for a while before he decided to voice his thoughts.

“I just, I don’t have abs or a toned chest and I’m not that fit and-“ he made himself stop in the middle of his sentence.

He grew all silent. His words brought tears to my eyes. Why didn’t he see how perfect he was?

“You are not saying this because I called that stupid drummer hot today, right?” I tried, but the look on his face at the mention of what I had said earlier totally gave him away.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would make you feel that way. Listen I don’t care if he is hot or not. He will never be you and I love every tiny bit of your body and your soul.” I whispered softly, meaning every word I said.  

I cupped Dan’s face with my hands and deeply looked into his eyes. “You are perfect the way you are and I love you more than anything.” I slowly said so he could take in every single word.

Dan blushed and I noticed that a small smile had found its way back onto his face.

“It’s not just about having a fit body, you know that. Now c’mon let me show you how beautiful you are.” I breathed and started leaving kisses all over his chest and neck, straddling him again.

Mother’s Day (Tony Stark x reader)

It was easily the favorite part of your day; waking up each morning and reaching out to feel the warmth of Tony next to you, waiting for him to wake with you and pull you in closer so that you could spend your last few moments of peacefulness together before the hectic day could begin.  Some mornings he would wake first, not allowing you the same gentle awakening that you would; his strong arms would wrap around your waist almost desperately, pulling you in so tightly against him that you would open your eyes at the sensation of your breath being squeezed from your lungs.  These were the mornings when a nightmare would be his welcome into the day, happening the most often after a particularly terrible mission or if he had come to bed too late in his exhaustion.  But thankfully, more often than not, his first moments of daylight were gentle ones, and the two of you would take the time to just be.  Any given day could absorb him in the lab, or Steve would have planned a particularly evil workout session for you, or the worst times being when a mission was called.  The two of you agreed to never leave without a proper goodbye, because there was never a guarantee to return home, so when you rolled over this morning to find nothing more than cold sheets against your hand, you panicked in your half-awakened state.

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It’s Quiet Uptown [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Request: None, this is part of my queue list for filler fics.

Summary: You are Lin’s wife and you’ve been expecting a baby. You’re Pippa’s understudy and you discover that you had a miscarriage. This takes place while you’re performing as Eliza.

A/N: I wanted to write some ‘angst’ because I need to brush up on my CrushingSoulsTM skills. As usual, feedback, requests, and questions are open! Thank you, love!

Disclaimer: Personally, I had never experience miscarriage and I do not intend of offending anyone i’m very sorry if I do offend you. Just know that I’m here for you

Warning: Angst & mentions of miscarriage

Word Count: 1,170


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Imagine Jared Leto is Your Best Friend’s Dad - Chapter 11

Chapter 11 - Homecoming

This chapter was inspired by the song Side to Side by Ariana Grande. Feel free to listen as you read!

Sleep was useless. I was completely restless with thoughts of Mr. Leto crowding my mind: his smoldering eyes as he fumed at me, his crafty hands as they slid across my hips, and his breath against my face….ugh, I couldn’t seem to stop! I just wanted his hands on me, to feel his touch. I missed his kiss against my lips, my neck, my body. I craved him; no, I needed him.

I tossed and turned in the bed, ending in a twisted position on my back. It pained me that this torture was all my fault, too. I stared at the ceiling of my room, blackened by the blanket of darkness. I tried not to make too much noise to wake Allegra up. I could barely maker her outline in the nighttime. She seemed to be sleeping who was peacefully on the air mattress across from me.

I pressed my eyes shut, trying to force sleep to overcome me. Soon, my thoughts drifted to him wishing he was here, just 2 blocks down on Mayfield Street. I drifted into a dreamlike fantasy of sneaking out and going to see him. He’d open the door, no words between us, just impassioned silence. He’d pull me close to him, his scent hypnotizing me as he quickly leads me to his room with our clothes in their respective locations on his bedroom floor. He’d sit me on his lap as he hands roamed my body. His kisses transition form warm to gentle, then rough as he slowly makes his way down my body.

“Kerri..” he’d whisper in my ear. “Kerri….” Over and over…as we let our emotions solely control our actions…

“Kerri!” Allegra whispered urgently, shaking my shoulder.

Even in my fantasies Allegra always manages to get in the way. Can I at least get a break in my own mind?

“Kerri, are you okay? You’re sweating!” she touched my forehead.

“What?” I asked half sleep in disbelief. I try to pull the damp clothes away from my body. Well, the sweat explains a lot considering my dreamful fantasy, but this is bad.

“You think it’s a fever?” She asked worriedly.

“No way!” I yelled. My defense sounding a little too strong. “I just had a…nightmare, that’s all.” I replied softly.

“Let me get you some water and you can tell me all about your nightmare when I get back,” she said as she ran out the room to the kitchen.

Just when I thought this night couldn’t get any worse. Now I have to make up some ridiculous nightmare with whatever little focus I had left. Oh yeah, and at 2:00am. Here goes nothing…

Allegra walked back home to meet her dad when he returned home. Apparently he had an immediate meeting once he returned home. Too bad for me. I desperately wanted to see him.


On Sunday, my mom, brother and I were in Home Depot searching for this ridiculously hard to find floodlight. We were completely lost or at least that’s what my mom didn’t want to admit.

“Mr. Leto!” Nico squealed as he ran over to him.

It was like the heavens heard my cry. This was just what I wanted.

He ran toward Nico wearing black jeans and a button-downed black top. He left the top three buttons opened, revealing his sweetly trimmed chest. He was smoking.

I dropped my jaw as I took him in. How can a man look this sexy shopping in Home Depot?

He greeted all of us as he walked Nico back to us. He glanced at me and kept his focus on my mom and tried to further button his t-shirt as he greeted her. 

There was no point, his chest was forever imprinted in my mind for other reasons.

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Fake Girlfriend || Dan Howell

A/N: I’m sorry I wrote this while being extremely tired. I wanted to finish this for you so bad tho. I hope it’s not too bad.

There will be a second part!

Word Count: 1.5k

POV: Dan

Masterlist // PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5

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It was the arrogance in his voice and the pretentious look on his face that made me say it. The simple sentence just slipped out of my mouth. Before I could even think about it, it was already too late.

I regretted driving back home from London just to attend another family gathering. Had I known he was there I wouldn’t have come in the first place. I don’t remember every liking my cousin Harry. Since we were little he tried to be better than me at everything. The whole family seemed to love him. He was great at charming people with this charisma and fake kindness. My grandma was the only one who saw trough his façade. He had wrapped all of my uncles and aunts around his finger, but I was granny’s favourite grandchild and she let me know by always getting me extra presents for Christmas. I don’t know how many times I have heard my parents say “Daniel, have you heard that Harry is doing great on the rugby team?” or “Why can’t you be more like him?”. A million times, probably. So, when he asked me if I was bringing a date to my auntie’s wedding next week I just couldn’t say no.

“Yes. I’ll bring my girlfriend.” I answered instead.

I saw surprised faces all around the table we were sitting at. Luckily my parents weren’t listening. They were the only ones that knew that I actually didn’t have a girlfriend.

Harry seemed taken aback. He raised his eyebrows and tried to look interested, but his whole expression seemed weirdly stiff. A month ago he broke up with his now ex girlfriend and I could tell that it was hard for him to comprehend that I had a girlfriend while he didn’t.

Am I a bad person for enjoying his blank astonishment? It felt like an achievement. It was like I was finally the one who won a medal at the local marathon while he had to watch.  I was so overwhelmed by the feeling of superiority that I nearly forgot that I in fact didn’t have a girlfriend.

“I can’t wait to see her. She must be lovely.” My grandma said full of excitement.

“Oh, she is very lovely.” I confirmed with a smile.

That smile faded as soon as I realized that ‘she’ didn’t even exist. I was as single as ever. No girls, no dates, nothing. My aunt’s wedding was the following Sunday, so I had exactly one week to fall in love with a girl and make it seem like we hadn’t just met. Easy challenge, right?

Nope. On Monday I found myself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. I had given up on finding a date already. I would have to tolerate my cousin’s satisfied grin when he sees me show up on my own. I couldn’t bear the thought and quickly got up.

“I don’t know what to do.” I whined in despair, as I entered the lounge and found Phil sitting in front of the TV. I was hoping that my friend could help me out.

Phil knew exactly what I was referring to because I had been stressing about it since I came home from my family meeting.  

“Why don’t you ask Y/N?” he calmly suggested, turning off the TV.

“To be my girlfriend?!” I exclaimed with wide eyes. I couldn’t believe my ears. Was he serious?! Y/N was Phil’s childhood friend. The minute he introduced us we started hating each other. None of us really knew why, it was like a general law of nature and nobody questioned it. Phil had always tried to make us get along. He invited her over all the time so we could get to know each other, but we always ended up fighting about something useless. I’d always say mean things about her and Phil never forgot to scold me for it. I was obviously more than surprised when I heard his suggestion.

“More like fake girlfriend.” Phil explained and the whole thing started to make more sense.

“What if she says no?” I asked Phil, dialling her number. I was desperate enough to actually approve of his idea. I never thought I would say this but Y/N was my only hope at the moment. As I waited for her to answer her phone I felt my heartbeat speed up. Why was I getting nervous? I tried to swallow the lump in my throat but my mouth was so dry that there was barely any spit left.  

“Hello? Who’s this?” I heard a girly voice say on the other side of the line. I had never called her before. She didn’t even have my number saved. Ouch.

“This is Dan. I know this may sound weird, but I really need your help.”

I fixed my shirt in the mirror and couldn’t stop asking myself why Y/N agreed to do this. Maybe Phil somehow convinced her. The doorbell rang, signalizing that she had arrived, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“I’ll go get it.” Phil shouted as I grabbed my suitcase. Unfortunately, we had to stay in Berkshire for the whole weekend. Today was Friday and the wedding was on Sunday. It was a kind of tradition to stay over and I had to be there to help set up everything. Which meant that Y/N had to spent the entire weekend with me and my family, pretending to be my girlfriend while we actually hated each other. What had I gotten us into? That’s exactly why one should never lie.

I closed the door to my room behind me as I mentally prepared myself for what was about to come, I had to spend all of this time with Y/N. She was talking to Phil next to our front door. I only now realized that we hadn’t seen each other in quite some time. My cheeks somehow started to get hot when I took a quick glimpse at her. She was carrying a medium sized suitcase as well and looked like she was ready to go.

“You ready.” I said bluntly, my voice came out sounding much ruder than I wanted it to.  

I could tell that Y/N tried hard not to roll her eyes as a reasonable reaction to my harshness.

‘You really hit it off. What a great start, Dan.’ I told myself, praying that this weekend would be over soon.

We said our goodbyes to Phil before we headed outside to my car.

“You can give me your bag. I’ll put it in the trunk for you.” I told Y/N, who sceptically eyed me.

“Why are you suddenly being decent, Howell?” she asked with a smirk. I just shrugged my shoulders and took her bag.

We drove the first ten minutes in complete silence. I couldn’t help but glance at her now and then.

‘Has she always been that attractive?’ I heard my inner voice ask, the thought surprising even myself. I scolded myself for thinking that and I repeated ‘I hate her’ a few times in my head. I was glad when Y/N finally decided to break the silence since it distracted me from my ‘forbidden’ thoughts.

“Shouldn’t we plan out our story in case somebody asks us about.. well us?” she laughed. The situation was simply absurd.

“So where did we meet?”

At the end of the car ride we had invented the perfect couple, we had created our perfect story for this weekend.

“Okay once again. We met on the bus as we were both on our way home from work. The bus driver nearly crashed into a car and had to slam on the breaks. I dared to fall over but you managed to catch me right in time. Then you asked ‘Are you already falling for me?’ and I laughed although it was the lamest joke ever.” Y/N concluded, trying to remember every detail of our newly invented love story.

“I wouldn’t make a lame pun like that!” I protested, still driving.

“Oh, yes you would, Howell.” Y/N said laughing, but I could tell that she was totally serious.

My aunt owned a huge mansion out of town. That’s where we were going to stay and it was also the location for the wedding celebration. It was pitch black when the car came to a halt in front of the huge building. I got both of our bags before I rang the bell.

“Daniel! It’s so nice to see you!” my aunt exclaimed, hugging me. I greeted her back warmly as her eyes met Y/N.

“I assume this is your girlfriend then?” she asked curiously.

I nodded, awkwardly wrapping my arm around Y/N’s waist. Only now the realisation hit me like a truck that a story about how we met wasn’t enough to be a couple. We also had to act like one.

“My name is Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” I heard her say. Her voice sounded like it was miles away because my thoughts were spinning. We had to act like we were in love all weekend. People who are in love do things, that people who hate each other would never do..  

Old Times’ Sake || Conor Maynard

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summary: where conor questions the choices he made in his past

word count: 1.3k+

A/N: i’m thinking of doing a part two for this, let me know if you guys would be up for it x


Back home in Brighton, Conor found himself feeling just as he had the last time he saw her years ago.  The last day he truly lived in this house, when she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.  Even after all this time, she was more than a masterpiece to him. But she wasn’t his anymore.

It was a casual encounter, but just as unsuspecting as ever. He wasn’t sure where she ended up in the world before then, or what kinds of things she enjoyed now. But when he finally saw her again, she was standing at the corner of the street, the one where they often crossed paths, or used as a meeting spot to walk around town on sunny afternoons. She was standing beside a man he had never seen, but it all made sense as he pressed his lips to her forehead.

Had she been alone, maybe he would have called out for her, maybe even apologized for leaving everything the way he did. The time did her well, her smile was brighter than it had been when they were younger. But her laugh sounded the same. He missed that sound, and how her presence was once his muse.

She caught a glimpse of Conor just as he was about to turn around and forget he had seen her, just as he on that day when he changed everything. What good would it be to dig up the past?

When she yelled his name in the distance, he braced himself for the worst. She must still be angry, even after all this time. She has every right to be, he thought. But her tone was warm, and her body language wasn’t malicious as she left the man and dashed over to Conor.

“You’re home,” she beamed, “you look good.” When she leaned in for a hug, Conor’s body was stiff. How was she not completely belligerent? But he pulled her close, anyway.

She still wore the same perfume. The mix of rose water and sage was so nostalgic that he almost forgot to let her go. It was almost as if they’d never grown apart.  In that moment, they were seventeen again.

“It’s so nice to see you,” he whispered, as they pulled apart.

“You too,” she smiled shyly.  “But I can’t leave Mike waiting, I’ve got to go, I just wanted to say hi.”

“Oh, Mike, right, yeah.”

When she ran her hand through her hair, an old habit she did when she was nervous, that’s when he saw it. And his heart sank.  She was getting married to him.  

She gave him a sympathetic smile, maybe she was thinking what he was too.  They always thought they would end up getting married to each other, but now, it would never be their reality.  He had no right to be hurt by it, because he was the one who walked away in the first place.

She was almost back to her fiancé when Conor got the feeling that he couldn’t make the same mistake twice.

“Y/N!” He called, “do you think we could go for a walk tomorrow, for old times’ sake?”

And for whatever reason, she accepted, though Mike looked less than impressed. They were set to meet at their former spot the next day.

And there he was, in the same room he grew up in, thinking the same things he thought before he packed up his life and left his hometown behind. Even after all the time that had passed, she still had a hold on him that he couldn’t explain.


It wasn’t awkward. Nothing seemed forced.  Everything was effortless.

They walked down the pebble ridden beach, watching the tide kiss the shore again and again. It was almost as if he never left, as if it was another Sunday afternoon when they were kids, without an absolute care in the world, when all they needed was each other.  

She was a primary school teacher, something Conor remembered she always wanted to be, even when people told her she could become something much better. She was back home trying to work out wedding details with her parents.

“Everything’s just been a bit crazy since I said yes.  Everybody expects us to be married in the next year, but I’m not sure I want to just yet.  Like, when I said yes, I meant sometime in the future.  I didn’t think it was all going to happen this fast,” she confessed.  She was scared, forever was a long time.  A piece of her heart still belonged to Conor, no matter how many times she tried to convince herself otherwise.

Conor tried his best to console her, and tell her that everything would end up working out in the end.  She had always been a lot smarter than he was, he had full faith in her and her decisions.  If she was happy, so was he, or so he told himself. It would sting for a while, but he knew he had to be supportive.  He didn’t have any right to be anything different.

The air became more tense when she brought up the one thing Conor was trying his best to avoid: how he broke her heart.

“I still think about that day a lot,” she began, “the way you just left me on that street.  For a while all I did was cry, because it was all so confusing.  I mean, the week before that you told me you loved me, even though I knew you did for years.  And then you just left.”  She wasn’t angry, but more so confused, Conor could tell it still seemed like a fresh wound.

He stay silent, reflecting on his past choices.  There were no excuses.

“Mike said I shouldn’t come,” she started, “he’s just very protective of me when it comes to you.  Every time you’re on the radio he switches it off before I can even blink.  I guess he thinks any bit of you will send me into a fit of tears.”

“That’s understandable, I mean, after everything.  Which I never got to say I’m sorry for, but I am, I mean, I am sorry for it all.  I shouldn’t have gone about it the way I did. It’s just like, like nothing I say is what I mean. My head and my mouth can’t cooperate.  I don’t think I could really put into words how sorry I am.”

She thanked him, and insisted that it was in the past, but Conor still had an overwhelming feeling of guilt, no matter what he did or said.  What bothered him the most was the feeling that if he had just believed in their love enough back then, it would be their wedding she was planning instead.

“I shouldn’t have left.  I shouldn’t have told you I loved you and left home the next week.  I just had so much happening for me, it seemed like the right thing to do.  I didn’t think I would have been able to give you the time and effort you deserved. And completely cutting you off?  I don’t know what I was thinking.  I guess it was just my way of trying to move on from it all.”

“You don’t have to keep apologizing, it’s alright, we were just kids,” she said, comforting him as she stroked his arm.  “You know, sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if you gave me this ring and not Mike.  They always say your first love never really leaves you. I’d like to have you in my life again, if you’d like to be in it, I mean.”

“I don’t know if I could do that,” Conor said, avoiding the water that was inching closer to his feet.

“How come?”

“Because, like you said, your first love never really leaves you,” he breathed.

The Intern--Chapter 4

Here is the next chapter. We get a little more background information of life in Kansas. I’m excited for where this series is going. I hope you guys enjoy it too. Let me know what y’all think! Thank you so much for reading my work! And let me know if you would like to be tagged in future chapters.

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The next couple weeks after the flowers incident, things began to run smoothly. You got along with everyone in the office and were fitting in well. Your professors had been right when they told you Barba was ruthless. But you preferred it that way. Once he got started on something, he was passionate about fighting through to the end. Not many people showed that kind of passion anymore so it was refreshing. Especially since you felt just as passionate.

The other plus about seeing Barba so invested in the cases was that you also became invested. So all of the initial bumbling school girl crush feelings had died down. You still went on your occasional rambling sessions, but Barba seemed genuinely interested when you did. He was very easy to talk to but sometimes you got a little off topic because of that.

“I feel like you have story about everything.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Barba. If I’m talking too much just tell me to hush up. Sometimes I forget. My mama always told me it was just because I liked to hear the sound of my own voice. But that’s just not true. I ju—I’m doing it again.” You laughed at yourself.

“No it’s alright Y/N. I meant that in a good way. People that are from here don’t share more than they are asked. They say as little as possible. It’s refreshing to actually be around people who enjoy having a conversation.”

“That’s me. Some of the stories I could tell about back home. Oh goodness. The people from around here would never believe them.” Your phone buzzed and you looked down to see your mom calling. “Speaking of back home, this is my mama now.”

“Go ahead and take it. I think we’re done for the night anyway. I’ll just pack my things and then wait for you so we can take a cab back to the apartments.”

“Thanks.” You turned and answered the FaceTime. “Hi mama!”

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You’re Different

Originally posted by fandcm-world

Request from Anon : Hi I was wondering if you could write something about a Metamorphi magi! reader x Newt? They meet for the first time at Tina’s and Queenie’s apartment and the reader finds Newt attractive and her hair changes red (its normally brown) and Newt wonders what the color means. 

Word Count : 2413

“It was like everyone and their mother forgot to renew their wand permits!” You collapsed on the Goldstein’s couch, completely exhausted from the day. You were so happy that it was finally the weekend and you could relax tomorrow. You brought your hands up to your face to examine all the tiny paper cuts that littered your skin. 

“Aren’t you being a little dramatic, Y/N?” Tina laughed while fixing three cups of hot chocolate in the kitchen. 

“Me? Dramatic?” You gasped, throwing a hand over your chest mockingly. “Tina, I am shocked that you would say such a thing to me. I’m-” 

“One of a kind, some would even say unique.”Queenie finished your sentence. Word for word as if it she’s heard it thousands of times before as she walked into the room and took a seat next to you. “More importantly, Y/N, what are you doing on Sunday?” 

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Always my savior // Part 3

PAIRINGS: Theo Raeken x Reader



A/N: I’m so so sorry for making you wait ♥ This part is a bit longer and I hope you like it. Please let me know if you want part 4 and what you think about it :) Enjoy 

Part 1 // Part 2 

Originally posted by lets-be-a-queen

It’s been a week since the attack and today was the day of my discharge. As soon as I opened the door to exit the room, somebody’s hands wrapped around me immediately. If it wasn’t the wall, I could have fallen on the floor.

“Wow, Lydia calm down.”, I laughed, “I don’t want to stay in this hospital for another week.”

She smiled but didn’t release from the hug. Of course I hugged her back and the other members of the pack – Kira, Scott, Stiles, Liam, Malia but no Theo. To be honest that made me sad. All the days I stayed in the hospital my friends except him had been coming and introducing me to the supernatural world. I became aware of what had attacked me, well not at all but we knew it was a Chimera, a monstrous hybrid creature created by some Dread Doctors but the purpose wasn’t known. Dropping the bomb with that ‘date’ and not coming to at least see me, I started thinking that it was all a joke…  

“Earth to (Y/N)!”, Stiles managed to brought me back.

“What ? Did you say anything?”, but instead of answering he just shook his head smiling. Putting and arm on my shoulders he led me out of the building with the others following us.

“Stiles is so happy he is not the only human in the pack anymore.”, Scott said as he appeared next to me.

“I’m part of the pack ?”

“We just have to find you a specific weapon and you’ll be part of our suicide squad.”

“You and your sarcasm, Stiles.”, I laughed. “But only for the protocol I want to be Harley Quinn”

“Woah, wait a second you dork. I’m the one with the baseball bat and if you try to steal it from me I will punch you with it repeatedly.”, Stiles warned me waving his finger in front of my face as someone from mean girls. I knew he was joking but the way he was acting made me laugh from the bottom of my heart.

“Okie dokie. You don’t have to be bitchy with me.”, I tried to act hurt but the smile on my face never disappeared.

When we exited the hospital I saw my mum waiting for me in the car on the parking lot. I said goodbye to my ‘squad’ and got in the car.

“How is my sweetheart feeling?”, mummy asked.

“Great, although the wounds aren’t completely healed.”

“I-I’m so sorry something like this happened to you. I-I…”, I saw the tears in her eyes. We’d talked about this but she still felt that it was her fault. That if the day I got in the hospital, she hadn’t been so far away from town due to her job, this wouldn’t have happened.

“Mum, please don’t blame yourself for this. It was me who forgot the notebooks in school. You always say that I’m capable of losing my head somewhere, too.” She smiled slightly “Don’t be upset, mum. Please!”, she nodded and kissed my forehead.

We drove home safely while listening to music. It was Sunday which meant I had to do my homework, so the first thing after I got home and had dinner with mum was that. Hopefully, Kira had given me her notes.

I tried to focus on my homework but I just couldn’t. Theo was the only thing in my mind for the whole week. They way he had saved me, his arms around me and his famed smirk. The thought of him made a smile to form on my face. Something was happening with me, something I wasn’t sure I wanted, although Stiles had warned me about that guy. He didn’t trust him but how could I ? He saved my life! But the way he said he wanted a date and after that hadn’t shown to even check on me made me think he did it only for fun, to see how stupid I would react…

The clock on my wall was showing it was midnight so I decided to go to bed. I laid on bed but the thoughts weren’t leaving my mind.

“Don’t think about it. It is all a joke. Don’t fall for him! Don’t you dare fall for him”, murmuring the words I soon fell asleep.

The sudden sound of the alarm clock made me groan in frustration. I stopped the alarm got out of my bed and went to the bathroom. When I freshened myself I stood in front of my wardrobe trying to make the most difficult decision – what to wear.

After half an hour I was in red jeans, white shirt and my leather jacket. I still had some trouble in putting the jacket without any pain but somehow I managed to do it. Before taking my bag, phone and keys somebody’s car beeped. Through the window I saw it was Lydia’s so I hurried downstairs where I saw mum. After I said goodbye to my mum I stormed out of the house.

“What are you doing here?”, I asked my friend as I sat on the passenger seat.

“We talked with your mother. She wanted to drive you to school but we promised her that we will do it instead of her.”

“So you’re going to drive me to school every day?”

“We just want to keep you safe.”, she placed her hand on mine showing me how much she cared.

“I still don’t understand why you are so protective over me. I see why Kira is but not you. We weren’t that close before.”

“Yes, but we are now. To be honest we were distant due to the fact we didn’t want to involve you in this supernatural thing.”

Without realizing we were in front of school. Getting of the car I took my stuff and we went straight to the gates. When entering, my heart skipped a beat. My legs were slowly walking but my heart was going to jump out of my chest. I saw a locker with a recess. I closed my eyes but that was a bad decision. Pictures from the pernicious night appeared. Thanks to Lydia’s voice I ‘came back’ on Earth. She gave me a sympathetic look. I smiled back and she did the same. I inhaled and exhaled deeply and continued walking until I reached my destination. While collecting the things I need Stiles showed from somewhere.

“Oh, that’s where you’ve been.”

“Hello to you too Stiles.”, I gave him a smile which soon faded.

“Have you studied for the math test?”, Stiles asked

“What ?! A test ? Why didn’t I know about it ? Oh my gosh…”, I started panicking which caused the boy to laugh at me.

“I’m just kidding, kiddo.”, he put a hand on my shoulders.

“You idiot.”, I hit him with a book. “How you dare ?”, we both smiled and said goodbye to Lydia.

We entered the classroom and I was giggling at Stiles’s jokes. That boy could make me laugh even when I’m in a bad mood. There were only two free seats. The one was near the window and the other…Oh, shit.

My heart skipped a beat again.

There was my savior, sitting behind the free seat. When he looked up and saw me, he smiled and waved at me. My pulse speeded up and my cheeks became pink. I bit my lip and smiled back at him. With the first step I made in order to reach the seat before Theo, Stiles pushed me slightly and sat on it. I looked at him, then at Theo’s murderous face, then back at Stiles who was smiling ear to ear. I gave him a dead glare and sat near the window, far away from the boys.

And it was like that the whole day. Every time I saw Theo and tried to approach him I was dragged back by my sarcastic friend. I knew Stiles didn’t trust him but trying to keep me away from him was stupid. But the fact that Liam had believed Stiles and was helping him with his plan was driving me crazy. I gave a try to some plans, like exiting the classroom as fast as I can when it finished, being late for the classes but as soon as I left a room a ‘guardian’ appeared next to me. I was telling them that I just wanted to thank him but still they didn’t left me alone.

It was the last class. The lesson was boring and nobody paid attention. I was tired of creating plans which would be ruined later so I was drawing something in my notebook. I looked up to see if the teacher had written something on board but instead of that I saw Theo standing near the door. I looked around but I was the only one seeing him – Malia was trying to understand all the stuff the teacher was saying and Stiles was almost asleep. I looked back at Theo. He smirked and went somewhere.

“Excuse me, May I go to the toilet?”, I asked politely.

“What for ?”

‘To open the Chamber of secrets’, I thought.

“Um…”, I couldn’t think of a non-sarcastic answer to this question.


I smirked and got out of the room with a fast pacing. I surveyed the hall and soon my eyes locked on Theo’s body. He was leaning against his locker. With every step I took I got more and more nervous.

“Hello, sweetheart.”, oh god that voice. Blushing I turned away trying to hide it but that only caused Theo to grin.

“Why did you call me here ?”

“Maybe because I wanted to talk to you.”, he answered simply.

“If you wanted to, you would have done it at least a week ago!”, I snapped with anger. “Everybody checked on me except you! But maybe you didn’t care about me. And…” I was interrupted. Theo spun me so now my back was pressed against the locker and his body inches away from mine.

“Don’t say such things, baby-doll.”, he whispered not breaking an eye contact with me. “I tried to come and visit you but your friend Stiles was doing anything to stop me.”

“That son of a…”, Theo placed his finger on my lips showing the sign to shut up.

“Language, sweetheart.”, my cheeks turned red but I couldn’t look away. “But now we have little time to talk.”

“We’re you serious about…um, that date?”

“Deadly serious.”, the bell rang. My friends were soon going to come and Theo knew that so he leaned in making the space between us disappear and whispered “Friday night at eight. Put something nice.”, his words sent shivers down my spine. He smirked at me and he mingled with the crowd.

“You were talking with him, weren’t you ?”, angry Stiles said.

“Don’t sneak like that, Stiles!”, I turned to face him. What a surprise – Liam was there too.

“I will if you promise me to stay away from him.”, he warned me.

“Hear me, you donuts! I’m having a date with him and if you two try to ruin it, I promise you’ll end up in a coffin six feet under the ground. ”, I said coldly. “Goodbye, guys.”, I smiled wildly and got out of the school.

I had no idea how I would wait till Friday.

Part 4 

Hurricane (Seokjin)

Originally posted by hvarang

genre: fluff, angst, slight smut
word count: 2k
summary: making up with Jin after a breakup

~Admin Daisy, who cannot decide if she is actually on hiatus or nah

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Dean Winchester One Shot

Prompt: If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

A/N: Sorry, it’s not my greatest work. 

You never asked to be friends with Dean Winchester – in fact, you were more or less forced to be friends with him after he saved your life from a nest of vampires… and he had to break the news to you that every scary monster you convinced yourself as a child wasn’t real was actually real.

You could still recall sitting in his 1967 chevy impala after he saved you from the vampires, both of you covered in dirt and blood as you began to fire supernatural creature names at him. Dean was rather patient with you – patience not being a trait that he usually had – but it had a lot to do with the fact that he thought it was kind of cute how you deal with your shock.

“Werewolves?” you had begun with, trying start with the obvious.

Dean nodded, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel as he tried to figure out where he was going, “real.”




“Don’t even get me started on those little bastards,” judging by his tone of voice, you could tell that they weren’t the type of faeries you read about in fables.

“The… loch ness monster?”

Dean glanced at you, “our hunting doesn’t exactly extend out as far as Ireland.”

You knew that by his use of ‘our’ that he meant him and his brother Sam who was back at the motel they were staying at.

After that day, coming together because of your weird experience, you and Dean couldn’t help but come close friends. He didn’t mind answering your text messages at 2am when you thought of another monster and you didn’t mind sitting with him and Sam in the bunker scanning through pages and pages of the Men of Letters books, trying to figure something new out.

“Always appreciate a third pair of eyes,” Sam would always say to you with a small smile.

Although, what you didn’t get involved in were the actual hunts. You weren’t really seeking the adrenaline rush of getting the pants scared off you while you were in a life or death situation with a bunch of supernatural creatures. For some reason, that just didn’t appeal to you.

However, when you heard about a very supernatural case that was going on in your town that no one was attending to, you had to get involved. Not because you wanted to, but because Sam was still bedridden after his and Dean’s last hunt and Dean needed someone else to help him.

“It’ll be fine, (Y/N). You just keep holding those things,” he assured you once again as you stayed as close as you could to him, gripping on tightly to whatever was in the bag he supplied to you.

“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass,” you muttered back, jumping at the sound of the house creaking.

Dean shrugged, “you were the one who wanted to take this case. We could’ve left it.”

You honestly just couldn’t believe how calm he was.

“Like you would’ve left it after I told you about it.”

Dean didn’t have a counter argument for that.

Before either of you could say another thing, you felt a sharp pain in the back of your head and just before the world around you went to black, you heard Dean yell your name.

Both Dean and Sam told you their experiences of what death was like, which made you wonder how they managed to die so many times, but this also didn’t feel like you were dead. You felt really awake, actually. You wondered a few times if you were awake but time seemed to be jumping and you kept appearing in new areas in the bunker.

The first area you woke up in was Dean’s bedroom. You’d been in there about twice but now, you were curled up in his blankets and you felt a small amount of weight on you. You completely forgot about the hunt you were just on and instead, you were thinking about what you wanted for breakfast. The weight you felt on you moved and you were being pulled closer into someone’s chest.

“Dean,” you said without meaning to, letting out a small laugh that you didn’t mean to do either.

“It’s Sunday. Go back to sleep,” Dean murmured into your hair. Maybe this was real? You could smell him and you could feel him – maybe everything else had been a dream.

“I don’t wanna go back to sleep.” You attempted to slide out of his arms but he just pulled you back to his chest, his eyes shut but a smile on his face.

“Oh, did you have another idea?” he said cheekily, pressing a kiss to your neck.

When you went to turn in his arms to face him, you were no longer there but instead, you were standing in the kitchen of the bunker, wearing one of Dean’s shirts and pyjama bottoms. You looked down and you were apparently making bacon and eggs – you decided not to question it.

“(Y/N)?” you looked up and Sam was suddenly beside you, looking down at you with narrowed eyebrows, “you just seemed to space out on me.”

“Yeah, sorry – uh, what were you saying?”

Sam leaned against the counter top, crossing his arms to his chest. It was hard to take him seriously when he was in his pyjamas.

“I think you and Dean should move out of the bunker – I mean, you’re planning on getting married and you’ll probably have kids soon so… wouldn’t it be nice to have your own little place?” Sam then looked to you for a reply but you were now busy looking at your left hand where a rather pleasant diamond ring was resting on your ring finger.

“Er – sure…” you began but when you looked up, the scene changed again.

This went on for several more times and you were in the midst of sitting with your feet up on Dean’s lap when you heard someone yelling your name.

“Are you calling my name?” you asked Dean who was focused on the TV.

“Yeah, you better wake up and talk to me,” he said, not peeling his eyes away from the new episode of Game of Thrones.

You stared at him in utter confusion but soon the scene began to change and now, you were looking up at Dean who was standing over you. This time though, it felt real – you were in a motel room, your neck was sore and you could feel the scratchy sheets beneath you.

Dean, the real Dean, had a relieved expression. Blood was trickling down a cut on his face but he seemed unaware of it, letting out a sigh.

“Must’ve been pretty good dreams – took me nearly over an hour to get you to wake up,” he said to you, sitting on the single bed across from you. You tried to find the right words to say but you honestly couldn’t look him in the eye after what you’d just been seeing.

“So, what did they make you see?”

“What were ‘they’?” you mumbled, sitting up and rubbing your neck. You smelled terrible and your clothes were tattered and covered in dirt and blood – it reminded you of the first time you and Dean ever met. It wasn’t very romantic.

“Just sent Sam a description of whatever it was. Pretty sure it was one of those soul sucking things – it makes you see whatever you want most while it sucks away your soul. Kinda nice for a monster,” Dean then reached for a beer can that was on the bedside table and you wondered if he had any spares for you.

“That’s what it did…” you said quietly, “I didn’t… I didn’t know that I wanted that…”

He laughed kind of shallowly, “that’s what I thought when it tried to take me over. That’s how I knew it wasn’t real.”

Dean signalled for you to stay down on the bed as he went over to the mini fridge, digging around for a minute until he pulled out another beer for you. When he turned around, he stared at you for a moment in an intrigued manner before coming over to you and placing the beer beside you.

“I think you would look good in one of my shirts,” he mused, reaching into his pocket to take out his phone which was lit up with a text message, “ah, Sam thinks he knows what it is. You alright?”

You shook your head, “it’s nothing… I just think – I just think we saw the same things.”

Dean smiled slightly as he began to ring his brother.

“Sounds promising then.”

Here’s Johnny (3)


Well, it’s Sunday in New Zealand. I worked my ass off on this chapter, which was fun but very time consuming. All I can say that Writing every day really does wonders for motivation.


Johnny x Y/N x Mystery Boy

Word Count: 4,316

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of Cannibalism.

“Y/N thinks some stuff through, and definately does not think other things through.”

The four walls of the elevators comforted you as the wires sprung into motion, lurching down with a start a few seconds after the doors closed. The glowing buttons on the top display counted down to the underground floor where your car was parked, red beaded light glittering across the silver handle bars like a cherry haze.

You had to remind yourself that he wasn’t there. He wasn’t lurking over your shoulder. He wasn’t waiting on the other side of those doors. He was human just like you. He could be beaten.

How many days do I live in fear before he kills me, or leaves me? What he never leaves? What will I do then?

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ficlet: Dean/Cas #3

Originally posted by lokiandthorblr

Dean groaned and rubbed the sleep off his eyes, turning around on bed. He froze when he hit on something. Someone. He’d got real drunk last night, but fuck, the last thing he needed was to have slept with some other lady he wouldn’t remember.

Except, he realised when he could half open his eyes, that lady was more of a grown up man with messy, dark hair, and that was when he lost it. He’d slept with a man. He, Dean Winchester. He basically jumped off the bed, his legs bowing in protest. He’d fucked a guy. Or, if the soreness down there was something to go by, a guy had fucked him.

Messy Hair woke up, presumably thanks to his, you know, smooth reaction. Dean was terrified as he stretched with a groan similar to his and settled to turn around. “Morning.” He muttered. 

His voice was gravelly, but he wasn’t sure it was because of being hangover. Actually, as he opened his eyes -giant blue eyes that he seemed to remember vaguely-, he didn’t look hangover at all, so that meant fucking a guy wasn’t something to freak out about for him.

He took a deep breath and was going to say something when he just ran to the bathroom and threw up on the toilet. He washed his mouth afterwards, rinsing it thoroughly so that there was no trace of it ever happening and wrapped a towel around his waist before daring back into the room.

“Hey. Uh, sorry about that.” He muttered to the stranger. He just couldn’t believe this was happening. It just felt wrong… or it didn’t…?

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Sister Location Source Code

Hey Guys,

right as the new teaser image scares the shit outta the world, we are back for good. ;D

As you may have already seen, Scott updatet his website and this is the new animatronic we get to know. Terrifying, isn’t it?

“There is a little of me in every body”

But there isn’t much information to it. That he wrote “every body” seperately might be a hint that he meant it literally. So maybe that new …thing… is kind of a spare parts depot or something like this. But no new name, we still have no clue who this is.

Here you can see it brightened.

Still no clue who it is. Chika and me thought of Ennard or Minireena. Ennard because to us it clearly looks male in a way and Minireena because it might be rather small… or maybe we are completely wrong here, who knows.

But since we couldn’t gather any information just by looking at the picture itself, we decided to check the source code.

Here is a screenshot. As he did before, he inserted some weird code which doesn’t make any sense at first sight, so we splitted the code where we thought that it made sense and we kinda figured out some cool stuff.

As you can see, there are constants and variables in that code (Just like BioShock, huh?) and if you look closely, these are names and days of the week.
ANM01BBY stands for Animatronic 01 Baby, then BAL for Ballora and so on. The other abbreviations are MON for Monday… we think you get the point.
We made a chart where you can see it more clearly.

We named ANM03 Funtime Foxy and Funtime Freddy afterwards, because that was the order they were revealed in the trailer, so this might be the other way round.

It’s kinda like a time-table, don’t you think? We still have no clue what BKD, AVL, PVT and MAT mean, but we are on it. ;)
Although AVL might mean Available, but then again… what about BKD?
Everyone is BKD on Thursday, so it can’t be something related to inactive.
Maybe it is a special location where they “hang around”?
MAT for material and BKD for Back…… …I just dunno.

Maybe it is your timetable as a worker there. Kind of a schedule. Like you have do to BKD to/on Baby on Mondays and so on and AVL on Freddy. Or Thursdays, where everyone is BKD, maybe you have to do somethiing apart from taking care of the animatronics that are listed here.
Tell us if you got an idea on that. ;)

Oh, oops, I almost forgot. remember that ANM05OOS from the splitted code?
That might be the new animatronic from the teaser image.
Animatronic Number 5 OOS.
We would assume it means Out of service, because it is all mangled up and stuff. But I guess we’ll see.
That’s it for now, we would be glad to hear your opinion on this.
Take care! :)

AVL might stand for “available”, while BKD stands for “booked”.
And look how there are all booked on Thursday, is that were the springlock incident happened? The one Phone Guy talked about in FNAF 3?
And how all the animatronics aren’t AVL or BKD afterwards?
After Day/Night 4 they are PVT and MAT. PVT might be “private” or.. Chika just found out that there is something like a “Prototype Version Test” in the industry.
And MAT…. Maintenence? Sunday as the day where they check all the animatronics before they are booked on Monday again, that isn’t unusal.

Something happened there, we are sure of it.

Maybe this isn’t a location to begin with. Maybe it is the warehouse, the garage. Where all the animatronics are stored, where they get repaired, where they get cleaned and checked. And maybe from there, they bring them to all the sister locations. Remember, there was never just one. Maybe they stored Springtrap here after FNAF 3 or in the meantime prior to FNAF 3.

anonymous asked:

Send you a ship 10/ROSE #8 roommates :) :) :)

#5 The One With The Spare Bedroom

4,300~ words, Teen, #8 - Roommates AU

“HERE WE ARE, then,” John says grandly, throwing open the door of the guest bedroom with great pomp and circumstance. Rose stands on tiptoe to peer over his shoulder and observes a small room complete with bed, nightstands, and a wardrobe in the corner. “What do you think?”

“It’s nice,” she says, ducking under his arm to step into the room and turning slowly to survey it’s contents.

John eagerly turns on the Tiffany lamp on the left nightstand, washing the room with a soft, buttery glow. “Do you like these? I got them last week, hadn’t realised the lamps in here weren’t working at all. And sorry about the carpet, it’s a bit old but I did vacuum it last night-“

“Sorry,” Rose says, feeling like an intruder on his personal space. “I’ll be out of your way as soon as I can find a new flatmate and-”

“You can stay as long as you like! I’d love for you to stay!”

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anonymous asked:

can I just say that I love this idea and you guys!! this is amazing. okay, can you maybe right something about klaroline in high school??

Thank you, we’re so glad you do and we love you too :)

Chemicals React

Caroline shut her locker with a huff, glancing at the clock in the hallway. 

She was due in chemistry class, but she was waiting until the last possible minute to duck in before the bell rang.

It wasn’t so much that she was avoiding the class, but she that was avoiding a certain person in the class.

A certain person that she may or may not have not-so drunkenly made out with at the Back to School Bash at the Falls the weekend before.

A certain male that was the brother of her best friend.

Klaus Mikaelson. The bane of her existence.

It wasn’t so much that she was embarrassed to run into him after their “mishap” at the Falls, but it would be super awkward to try to make small talk with someone who has had their head between your thighs recently.

Just a tiny bit awkward.

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Make You Miss Me

Word Count: 3089

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Language, Torture, General SPN type stuff, slight canon divergence

A/N: Written for @iwantthedean ‘s 2k follower song challenge. My song was “Make You Miss Me” by Sam Hunt. It’s kinda very loosely…not based on the song at all lol I don’t know what happened but this is where it went. 

“I’m going to fucking kill you, Sam.” You spat after he shoved the syringe in your neck. You struggled against the chains and the ropes that bound you to the chair inside the devil’s trap. “When I get out of here…and I will…I’m going to rip the meat off your bones piece by piece.”

“You don’t mean that.” Sam chuckled. “That’s not the Y/N I know.”

“The Y/N you know is gone.” You growled and flashed your black eyes. “And she’s not comin’ back.” The Y/N he knew was Dean’s girlfriend for the last few years. The Y/N he knew was his best friend. He never knew the real you.  The demon you tried so hard to suppress.

“Not even for Dean?”

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