i threw up a little writing that

Like you mean it 😘

Thank you, @cuppa-tea-eh for that prompt! :) It was so much fun! (and whenever ‘it was fun’ it turns into… well, 3k this time. Whoops!) I also posted it on AO3 if you prefer to read it there… :)


Cho Chang. Cho Chang? Really? Cho. Chang!!

“Draco, are you alright?” Pansy was waving a hand in front of his face, scrutinising him intently. She looked worried.

“Cho Chang,” Draco muttered for the umpteenth time. Pansy sighed, letting her hand drop to her side and leaning away again.

“Yes, Draco, Cho Chang. But she said no. She’s already going with someone else.”

Draco couldn’t help but sneer. Thank Merlin Chang was already going out with Diggory! But Potter seemed to fancy her nonetheless. Draco had caught him staring at the Ravenclaw in the Great Hall several times. It made him want to dump his porridge on Potter’s head.

When he saw Potter the next day, he noticed how tense his shoulders looked, how he was walking with his head bowed. Draco would have liked nothing more than to go over there and end Potter’s misery. There were only a few minor problems. Draco had a reputation to uphold. He couldn’t just walk over there and ask him to the Yule Ball. Besides, Potter didn’t even like him.

The more Draco thought about the impossibility of ever being with the stupid Gryffindor, the angrier he got. As he watched Potter cross the courtyard, he acted on impulse. He scooped up a handful of snow and threw it with as much force as he could. It hit Potter right in the back of his head.

“Ow!” He whirled around and narrowed his eyes when he saw Draco sneering at him.

“Potter!” Draco didn’t even have to force his voice to sound gleeful, it was an automatism. “Could you be any more pathetic?” He approached Potter with a smart pace, flashing his ‘Potter stinks’ badge before he came to a halt in front of him. “How does it feel, Potter, to realise you’re not everybody’s darling?” He cackled scornfully, jutting his chin forward. “The Boy Who Lived… can’t even find a date for the Yule Ball.”

Potter glowered at him and Draco felt almost embarrassed about how much he was enjoying it.

“Oh, because everybody is begging you to go with them?” Potter said in a mocking tone. Draco straightened himself, attempting to look as superior as possible.

“Unlike you, I get to pick and choose amongst my devoted admirers.”

Draco scowled when Potter snorted.

“Right. The one devoted admirer being Pansy Parkinson. And you call me pathetic.”

Draco struggled to keep his composure. But he wouldn’t let Potter win.

“Should I build you a snowwoman, so you won’t end up alone after all? At least she’d have as much charisma as you.”

“Don’t bother, Malfoy,” Potter said gruffly. “Worry about yourself. I bet you can’t find someone other than Pansy who’d want to go with you.”

Draco felt his cheeks burn up. He didn’t want to go with Pansy but had already made his peace with it, seeing as the person he really wanted to go with wasn’t an option.

“I already told you, I have lots of choices,” Draco fumed. It was an outright lie and he suspected Potter knew it. The Gryffindor crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave Draco a speculative glance.

“Alright, let’s make a bet then.”

Draco pressed his lips together to keep himself from gaping. He squared his shoulders and forced himself to smirk.

“Sure. But if- I mean when I turn up with my date, who won’t be Pansy, you’ll kneel in front of me and kiss my hand.” Draco chuckled inwardly.

“What? I won’t be kneeling-”

“Scared you’ll lose, Potter?” Draco said tauntingly. Potter gritted his teeth.

“Fine! Since you seem to be so sure of yourself, I’ll make it easy for you. If I win, you’ll kiss your date in front of everyone! Like you mean it.”

Draco bit his lip. Potter wasn’t playing fair. He knew Pansy had a thing for Draco and she would kill him if he went to the ball with somebody else and kissed them right in front of her. But he couldn’t back down now.

“You’ve got yourself a bet, Potter,” he growled and stalked off to the Slytherin common room. What had he gotten himself into? This was bound to end badly. He knew it from the second he had agreed to this stupid bet and was proven right again when he talked to Pansy.

“What do you mean, you can’t go to the ball with me?” she screeched. Draco sighed.

“I made a bet with Potter,” he said, plopping down in an armchair.

“And that bet excludes me as your date?” She was probably going to start throwing things any second now.

“It does,” Draco replied. “Just ask Blaise or something.” It was obviously the wrong thing to say. Pansy’s face was red and blotchy, her nostrils were flared and her eyes look murderous.

“I will kill Potter for this,” she yelled and stormed off into her dorm. Draco let his head fall back and tried not to think about how Pansy would react if he actually had to kiss someone in front of her. Like you mean it. Potter’s words echoed in his head. That would be a tough sell. The only person he could imagine kissing in earnest was the one he’d had to beat in this stupid bet.


Draco looked around the Great Hall and wrinkled his nose. Finding a date to the Yule Ball had turned out harder than he had anticipated. Every single person he had asked was already taken, or at least they said they were, and time was running out fast. The stupid ball was tomorrow. His only consolation was that Potter didn’t seem to have had much luck either.

He didn’t know why he did it, what idiocy drove him to provoke Potter further, but when Potions class was over, he strode over to the Gryffindor and casually leaned his hip against his desk.

“Time’s almost up, Potter. We can do a test run if you like, to familiarise your knees to being bent.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Granger and Weasley blinking at him.

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Potter said, standing up. “You on the other hand should probably take better care of these.” Without warning, Potter’s thumb was brushing Draco’s lower lip. “They look a bit chapped. Wouldn’t want your date to cut themselves on your lip.”

Draco could only watch Potter and his friends, who were still gaping at Draco, leave the classroom while he stood there, dumbfounded and rooted to the spot. His heart was about to jump out his chest and his legs felt like he had been hit with the Jelly-Legs-Jinx.

He was still slightly swaying when he found Blaise in the library.

“Got a date yet?” he asked, putting down his quill. Draco groaned.

“No. And Potter is driving me insane!”

“Honestly, you should just ask him to be your date and be done with it,” Blaise suggested.

“You’re very helpful,” Draco barked.

“Seriously, Draco, I swear to Salazar, if you don’t do anything about it and I have to endure you talking about him every waking minute until we finish school, I will throw myself into the Great Lake.”

“You know very well I can’t do anything about it,” Draco huffed. “And I do not talk about him that much.”

Blaise gave him an exasperated look and sighed.

“Why do you even like him?”

Draco frowned.

“How should I know? I just… do.”

Shaking his head, Blaise took his quill and stuffed it into his bag.

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This is from something that actually exists in this universe that was written by an actual human being on a professional website. I’m absolutely baffled that a human being could ever type the first sentence out and NOT be joking.

“But Bug!” you say. “This individual is paid to write these articles! Surely he is just writing this in order for Cartoon Network to promote a DVD they are selling.” 

No.

No amount of money is worth writing that.

What Are You Wearing?: ArchiexReader! Oneshot

heeeey my friends, sorry for the lack of writing recently. here’s a quick lil oneshot I threw together, which is kinda similar to the Goodnight Texts:ReggiexReader! that I did :) this was a request, so I hope its okay?! Also, really sorry that its so short! More Archie stuff coming soon (including smut)!

PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK IN MY ASK :)

Summary: Archie can’t sleep so decides to text his girlfriend…

Warnings: Swearing, a little bit of smut. 

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Ask and ye shall receive!

what if Evan followed Conner and stopped him from killing himself? then they got together…. (sorry i’m tree bros trash)

((Don’t worry I am too))

“Fuck this, I’m outta here.” Connor crumpled the paper into his pocket and ran out of the library. Evan stuffed his laptop in his backpack and dashed out after Connor.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Connor!” Evan yelled, running to the student parking lot to see Connor crying, leaning against the tree. “What are you doing?”

“What the fuck do you want, Hansen? You want more dirt on me to let people know I’m crazy? Well here’s the biggest piece of information I have–” he took out a pocket knife and held the blade to his arm. Evan’s eyes widened.

“Woah woah woah hey, wait!” He struggled, but managed to pull Connor’s arm away from the blade. Connor was weak, letting out wracking sobs.

“No one cares, no one would blink a fucking eye if I were gone.” Connor threw down the knife. “Everything’s always about Zoe. How perfect she is, how wonderful she is. Nothing I do ever matters.” He covered his face, falling down to the ground. Evan burned red from embarrassment.

“I didn’t–I don’t. I didn’t write the letter because you were in the library. I wrote the letter for therapy. They’re supposed to be little pep talks. Dear Evan Hansen, today’s gonna be a good day and here’s why. Zoe’s someone I look up to because she’s in jazz band and she’s pretty, yeah. But don’t think for a second that I wouldn’t be heartbroken if you were gone.” Evan said. The two were in Bio together and made snarky remarks about the teacher to each other. “B-before you say anything, I know how it feels to think that no one would care if you were gone.”

Connor sniffed. “You do?”

“How do you think I got this cast?” Evan stumbled over his words.

“You fell out of a tree, I got it. The saddest thing I’ve ever heard.” Connor winced at how snarky the comeback came out.

“No. I climbed a tree, a really, really tall tree.” Evan breathed in a laugh. “I looked down, and I let go. I wanted to die, but I have this six week reminder and scars all down my left side that I survived.”

“I-I’m sorry..” Connor said after a moment of silence. Evan shrugged, wiping away a tear.

“It’s in the past, I guess.” Evan whispered. “I don’t think you’re crazy.”

“You don’t?”

“Why would I? I’m the one taking medicine up the ass, and I fell out of a tree.” Evan laughed, making Connor chuckle. “I got some mad splinters though. Hey, if you can answer the door, we can order in a movie and a pizza, I don’t want you being alone tonight.”

“Oh you don’t have to–”

“I insist.” Evan grinned. “I can help you with your English, and we can watch something funny to keep your spirits up.”

Connor was already glad Evan helped make him decide to stay.

anonymous asked:

Hey it's the Disney anon! Yeah I meant sort of live action BATB cause I love the Bucky fic you did😊 So if it's something you'd be happy to write for can I request a reader x gaston fic where they grew up together and she is in love with him but is convinced it isn't mutual & that he deserves better so doesn't tell him. Another guy asks her out & she accepts cause she thinks she should move on if gaston will never love her. But Gaston actually gets super jealous/possessive. Hope it's ok thanks❤

Pairing: Gaston x Reader
Fandom: Disney ; Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: /

A/N: asdfghjkl, I’m so glad you send me this request, I literally grinned so hard when I got it! I don’t normally post two things a day, but I literally had the easiest time writing this. This prompt gave me so much inspiration that I just typed it in one go and I’m actually quite happy with how it turned out. I hope you like it as well and if you have any other gaston x reader request please send them my way. I LOVE writing for him and the reader. (added Gaston to my fandoms list)

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“You’re staring again,” LeFou, who had seemingly snuck up on you, whispered.

You blinked a few times to break the spell you were under before and turned around, wanting to convince him that, no, you weren’t staring at Gaston like a fool in love. 

But the look he threw you was enough to know that it wouldn’t work on him.

“It’s not like I don’t understand. And I’m certainly not the one to judge you,” he winked at you and you had to laugh a little. “But what I don’t understand is why you don’t tell him. You’ve known each other for so long..”

“Oh LeFou. If only it were so easy. Look at him..-” he was currently chasing Belle again. “He doesn’t feel the same and I doubt he ever will. He needs a woman who cooks for him and plays the good wife. You and me both know that I’m not that kind of woman.”

“Neither is Belle! Which is why he fancies her! So what makes you different?”

“I’m a huntress, LeFou. Belle and me are completely the opposite of each other. If she’s his type then I’m most certainly not.”

“She’s beautiful. That’s why she’s his type. And do I need to remind you of your beauty?”

You sighed and turned around to face your friend, smiling a little, then hugging him.

In the meantime, Gaston gave up for today in chasing Belle and approached the two of you.

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The Brothel (Pt. 1)

Jungkook x Reader

“He is beautiful beyond the dreams of pornography.”

Warnings: Very explicit sexual content.
A/N: None of these pictures are mine, credits to the owners. Not proofread. Enjoy! **the keep reading doesn’t show up in mobile, so you can go to my description and find the story there

Part 1


You remember the first time you saw him in front of you.

You got out of your apartment and into the hallway when you saw his tall figure stumbling down the corridor. His jaw was was clenched and he was breathing through his nose – every exhale echoing through the old, decaying corridor of your building.

He finally lost balance and stumbled into a wall, coming to a stop, and pressing his back flush against the torn wallpaper of the corridor. He started sliding down the wall, his legs slowly giving out.

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Jily- she said fine, when?

James Potter was persistent. But this year he had practically given up. Lily was no longer getting the huge acts he would do to ask her out. Or the weird but cute pick up calls. He was nice and that was all he was.

She didn’t realize how much she missed his constant flirting until it was gone. Or so she thought.

James Potter was even more in love with Lily Evans than ever before if that was possible. But he also had matured and decided that it just wasn’t meant to be. He would be her friend, Prongs, but nothing more, nothing less. It killed him, it almost did everyday as he watched her in class or in the great hall or in the common room. His heart hurt and he felt like he was slowly dying watching the red headed girl he loved just be his friend. Friend.

It was Tuesday, they’re third class of the day when Lily had gotten the thing she didn’t think she was hoping for all semester long. A note. With perfect script that read Lily in blue ink, flown over to her in the shape of a butterfly.
She almost destroyed the paper trying to see what he had written.

*Evans, will you do me the honor of going out with me some time?*

She stared down at the note, her heart actually leaped in her chest. It was a small question, but finally she was going to say yes.

She scribbled in her chicken scratch *fine, when?* Trying to sound as disinterested as she could.
Unable to fold it into anything special she crumbled up the ball and threw it towards his head when the professor wasn’t looking.

James tried not to watch her as she read his note. This was the last time, he had sworn to himself as he sent the note. The last time he would ever try and get Lily Evans. If she shot him down this last time he would, now it was over. They were not meant to be Mr. and Mrs. potter or Lily and James but just Evans and Potter. Friends.
He distracted himself by watching Sirius try and read the contents of the textbook and stiffed chuckles at his creative swears.

“In the name that is all holy,” he muttered “and merlin’s left ballsack help me understand this bullshit.”

That’s when he the crumpled ball hit him against the head. He looked at Lily who was busy writing notes and looked down at the crumpled ball that sat neatly on his desk.
He was practically shaking. Terrified of what this little ball of paper held.

*Fine, when?*

He couldn’t believe this. He took of his glasses and cleaned them to make sure he read the words right. And after that gave it to Sirius to read who also gave him the ‘I can’t believe it’ look.

He looked back up to see Lily red in the face and holding her quill tightly in her fist.
He quickly wrote *Sunday?*
Trying his best to make a decent show of it, folded the paper into a small swan and sent it back her way.

*Sunday* it read. There was no Hogsmeade trip that weekend. She wondered what he was planning. Taking her quill she noted back, *And what exactly will we be doing on this particular Sunday?*
This time she did try to fold the paper into something, something that resembled a boat and let it sail threw the air.

James was surprised to see the little boat settle perfectly on his current notes. It was crumbled and a bit lopsided but still a cute as intended.
Reading her new note he scribbled in not so neat hand writing.
*I don’t know. I never thought I’d get this far.*
He quickly folded the now very crumpled piece of paper into a rose and made it land perfectly in her hair like a decoration.
He couldn’t help the grin he had when he saw her reach for the flower and pet it affectionately before opening it up.

But when he saw her cover her mouth with her hands to stifle her laughs he knew that he would never give up trying to hear that laugh.

Hemmings & a bottle of rum

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Part 2

Luke hemmings smut 

Request- Hi can you do a luke smut request where ur the band song writer and one day you and luke get tipsy and they end up having it in Luke’s hotel room (Hope you like it)

Word count- 2,200+

You scrunched your eyebrows, utterly frustrated and scratched out the few lyrics you had written on the piece of paper for what felt like the thousandth time. You preferred to write from experience and emotion, but right now you felt as if you were blocked. You stood up from your chair, crumpling the paper and threw it, along with the pen across the room. You groaned loudly and in that little fit of yours you almost didn’t notice the 5sos boys along with John Feldman and Alex Gaskarth walk into the room.

“When you said you like to work alone, I didn’t know it included this” Michael laughed out causing everyone else to snicker and laugh as well. Your eyes immediately darted to Luke’s icy blue ones to see what he felt about your little tantrum. Thankfully, he wasn’t laughing but you could see the amusement in his eyes. You blushed a deep shade of red and just looked down at your feet in embarrassment.

“Have you got anything yet?” Ashton voiced what everyone was thinking. “Yeah” you muttered quietly and signalled with your eyes that it was the same piece of paper you threw across the room. Luke was quick to react and practically jogged to the paper before you could protest. “Hey, it’s a work in progress” you said softly, worried about his opinions on your first draft.

Luke’s eyes moved back and forth across the paper, reading the few scribbled lines intently. His eyes widened the slightest and you walked to him and snatched the paper out of his hand. “I know it’s not good, but I’ll get there” you said exasperated and at the same time Luke was shaking his head ready to contradict what you had just said. You held your hand up in front of his face saying, “Save it”

You walked out of the studio and went to sit on the couch in the corridor. “Was it that bad?” John questioned in disbelief because he never ever doubted your talent. “Quite the opposite really” Luke said in a raspy voice and the image of him running his hands through his blonde locks flashed in your mind.

You walked back in, deciding you were being too immature and sat on one of the chairs. All of you decided to work on some sounds instead of lyrics as none of them wanted to get on your bad side. Seeing Alex sitting and brainstorming with Luke already you headed over to Ashton who was ready at his drums. He played a few simple beats and the both of you started working together in incorporating new ones.

Little did you know Luke was shooting daggers at his fellow bandmate in jealousy as he could see you getting closer and closer to him. The vein in his forehead was almost popping and in sudden force one of the strings of his guitar broke causing everyone, including you to look up at him. Your eyes locked with his and his features softened visibly.

Sensing the tense atmosphere increasingly today, Calum suggested that we meet tomorrow and continue then. You headed back to the hotel and time passed as you went to the bar with the boys. Luke was missing today though so you passed having a drink, missing your drinking buddy.

Throughout the night there was no appearance of Luke and that caused your curiosity to sky rocket. When it was getting late everyone decided to head back to their rooms while you went to Luke’s. Before you knew it, your hand was raised ready to knock at the door of the blonde boy’s room. You took a deep calming breath and knocked loudly. After hearing feet shuffle at the other side of the door, it opened revealing Luke in a pair of loose sweat pants and a muscle tee.

You took a step inside without waiting for his invitation and saw his room in a mess. You laughed to yourself and turned to look at the boy who was scratching the back of his head. “I didn’t want house keeping in here, touching all my things” Luke answered the question that was at the tip of your tongue. You saw his guitar lying on the king sized bed and commented, “I guess I’m not the only one who likes to work alone”

He walked over to the bed and sat down, placing his guitar on his lap. “I was actually trying some chords to match with the lyrics you wrote today” before you could protest, he continued “they were pretty amazing, Y/N” you shook your head in denial and sat on the chair in front of his bed. “Can I hear it?” you questioned and he instantly nodded.

He started strumming the guitar and sung out the lyrics from today afternoon. You were taken aback by the fact he had added some more of his own lines and how raw and emotional it sounded. “Woah, it does sound pretty good” you said shyly.

Wanting to eliminate the awkwardness in the room you changed the topic. “I missed my drinking buddy today” you said while sighing and walked up to the mini bar in the room. You bent down and pulled out the bottle of old monk. “You know they totally rip you off Y/N. Plus I really don’t like rum” Luke said making a face of disgust. “That’s what you get for ditching me today” you said, sticking out your tongue childishly. You opened the dark liquor bottle and poured a substantial quantity into two separate glasses. You picked up one and handed it to Luke who smelled it and made a gagging noise. Laughing at his silliness, you picked up the packet of cadbury twirls lying on the table. “We can use these as chasers” Luke seemed to love that idea and gulped down the dark liquid, immediately regretting it but opening the wrapper of the chocolate and eating it, just as quickly.

“You’re such a child” you giggled, sipping it first and then taking it like a shot. When you felt your throat burn you knew that this was a bad idea.

An empty bottle of rum and 30 cadbury twirls later, you were lying on the bed whilst Luke was bouncing on it like it was a trampoline. “Luuuuukeee, stop” you moaned and you could feel your head spin. He was on a sugar rush and you were annoyed. After exhausting himself completely, Luke sat down on the bed with his legs crossed staring at you with scrunched eyes. “What the hell are you doing Hemmings?” you asked amused and sat up in front of him.

“I’m just thinking” he said, sighing dramatically. “Bout what?” He grinned and said, “You.”

With the sudden change of mood you said, “What you did today was really amazing, with the song and all.” He shook his head and just looked at you blankly. “They were your lyrics, Y/N. I mean you are pretty amazing” he said, his cheeks held a slight tinge of pink now. “Y/N……” He stretched out like a little kid. “Yes, Luuuuu” you said while giggling. “You’re so cute, I could eat you up” he said. His bright smile slowly transitioned into a smirk and then into an evil tight lipped smile. You looked at him skeptically and the next thing you knew Luke was tickling your sides. You were screeching and laughing at the same time. Your back was on the soft mattress and he was relentless with his tickle-torture.

“Stop Lu, please!” you cried out and he slowed down a bit before stopping. You tucked your bottom lip beneath your teeth and looked into his ocean blue eyes. The ones you were drowning in and the ones you didn’t want to be saved from. You saw his eyes flicker from your own to your pink lips. You were panting in anticipation and he lowered his head ever so slightly.

Lifting your head up from the mattress, his lips were on yours and without wasting any more time his tongue was in your mouth. Although it felt magical, you both were really drunk and it was sloppy to say the least. His hands roamed your body before settling at your t-shirt and yanking it off, not a moment later. He dropped his head down to your neck and started nipping and sucking at the skin there. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he pushed his hips down grinding into you. He rotated his hips and created as much friction as he could, causing you to let out a moan.

Having never really done this with clothes on, you were soaking with the new set of sensations. He kissed you once again with force and you loved the aggression radiating off of him. You tugged at his muscle tee and in a second it was discarded, somewhere on the floor. You flipped over so that he was on the bottom and you were excited to be in control. Lowering your head down, you started sucking on the flesh just above his collarbones, causing him to let out an involuntary moan.

Luke snaked his hand around your back and un-clasped your bra, adding to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. His hands grasped both your breasts and roughly massaged them. “I fucking love these” he breathed out and began pinching and twisting your nipples. You sat up with your legs on either side of his waist and continued grinding on him, whilst he was playing with your tits.

“You’re such a fucking tease, Y/N”
“Then why don’t you do something about it?” you pushed further.

This seemed to ignite a fire in Luke as in a span of ten seconds your jeans and panties were gone. He grabbed your thighs roughly and kneaded them and you knew there would be bruises there tomorrow. “Sit on my face” he commanded and you didn’t need to be told twice. Your dripping core was above his face and he licked his lips before locking his arms around your thighs and pulling you down so your centre was on his mouth.

He licked a stripe and you shuddered in pleasure. His tongue thrusted in your entrance repeatedly. “Fuck! Luke” you yelled out and this egged him on as he started nibbling softly on your clit and rolling it around like a cherry in his mouth. He then stuck his tongue out so it was flat and moved your hips, effectively causing you to grind on his face. “I’m so close” you said in between moans and he sped up his actions causing you to come undone on his face.

You moved downwards so you were back to you original position, just above his dick. He flipped you over and slammed you down on the bed. “Face down, ass up baby” you whined at the nick name and complied. Your face was against the mattress and your once tied hair was now a complete mess. He took himself in his hands and rubbed it around your core, spreading the juices. “Fuck me, Luke” you whimpered and he pushed himself slowly into you. He closed his eyes at the heavenly feeling of your walls clenched, tight and warm, around him. He placed his hands softly on your waist and you were a bit shocked that he had suddenly become gentle but that didn’t last long as his grip tighten and he pounded into you. With each thrust your body moved forward and backward, in a rhythm.

Luke pulled you upwards and you let out a low mewl. One of his hands went to your breast, playing with them again while the other stayed on your waist. He moved his face minutely so that his lips were near your ear and he nibbled on your ear lobe. “You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you Y/N? Letting me have my way with you” The pleasure increased with this and you replied. “Harder. Fuck me harder” you screamed out, your darkest fantasy coming to life.

He nearly growled and moved his hips faster. You almost lost balance but wrapped one arm around the back of his neck. Your head fell back on his shoulder and you let out a little moan with each thrust. “I’m so close, baby girl” you nodded and he knew you were almost there. “Come for me Y/N” he said, almost yelling. You whined out his name and he let himself go to causing your highs to occur at the same time. Your vision blanked and you allowed yourself to crash down on the bed with Luke falling on top of you.

Heavy breathing was the only thing heard in the room as Luke reached down and pulled up a thin sheet to cover the both of you. Your eyes began to flutter shut as Luke left a soft kiss on your lips and you fell into a deep sleep, too intoxicated by Hemmings and a bottle of rum to utter a word.

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Girls Like You (Philip Hamilton x Reader)

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Warnings: unnecessarily slow build up to smut, smut underneath last line break 

Requests- “teacher!Philip smut 👀”

“PROFESSOR!PHILIP SMUT TO BE MORE PRECISE” 

A/N-( I wrote this with Philip as played by Jordan Fisher because we’ve had a lot of Anthony on this blog lately

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Song - Guys My Age – Hey Violet (Spotify Youtube)

Words- 4,433

You rang the tiny bell on the counter and served yet another red-eyed college student. You were only two hours into your shift at The Brewhouse, campus’ student-run coffeehouse, but you’d guess that upwards of fifty cups of caffeine paradise had passed from your hands already. At least it wasn’t exam week. Quite the opposite, it was the first day of classes for the majority of students, including you.

“Hey, Y/N?” Your coworker Tyler tapped you on the shoulder. You tilted your head towards him but kept your eye on the latte you were making. First rule of being a barista, always keep your eye on the latte. “Can we switch, and you take over register for a bit? There’s a line now. You know how they make me anxious,” he said softly.

You smiled and handed him the finished drink. “Sure thing buddy.”  You turned around and wiped your hands on your apron quickly before greeting the next customer.  Several students behind her, a younger man caught your eye. He was staring at his phone with his other hand tucked into his pocket. It was a stance most people took when waiting in line. This boy had dark skin and even darker hair. In the suit he was wearing, he looked incredibly attractive. The fact that he was even wearing a suit while at college probably meant he was on his way to an internship of some kind, meaning he was successful, meaning triple the attractiveness points.

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"I'm Cold"

Request/Summary: the reader is cold and decides to ask her boyfriend for help. (No smut, I write fluffity fluff fluff)

Note: Just a little drabble. The picture has nothing to do with the story. Sorry I haven’t been to active, life is getting stressful.


“I’m cold.” You announced to your boyfriend across the room.

“Here.” Was all he said as he threw a blanket at you, hardly glancing up from his enormous book.

You sat for a few minutes waiting for warmth that didn’t come.

“I’m still cold.” You said in a complaining manner, hoping he would get the hint that you wanted to cuddle.

He swiftly got the wand in his pocket out and flicked it toward the fireplace across from you, which immediately held a large fire.

Once again you waited a few moments.

“It’s still cold, darling.” You said amazed at how he wasn’t getting a hint.

“Godrick, you sound like a child sometimes, darling.” He said mocking the way you had used the last word.

“You can be so thick sometimes!” You said finally getting annoyed.

“As can you, dear.” He drew out the last word to make it sound as if he were trying to provoke you.

“Severus Snape get over her and cuddle with your girlfriend!” You commanded.

A hint of a smirk drew at the top of the man’s lips. He sighed as if your request was asking too much of him. He then swiftly closed the book and walked over to you.

You smiled and lifted the blanket out of the way and motioned for him to sit.

“And if I don’t?” He asked enjoying getting a rise out of you.

“And if you don’t, I will be forced to bring up your interesting dancing habits that you have when you clean the house at the next Malfoy dinner party.” You smiled triumphantly as Severus glared at you.

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“You wouldn’t.” He scowled.

“Oh honey I would. I can hear them all asking you for a show.” You giggled.

Snape huffed and sat down beside you.

“I win.” You boasted and kissed his cheek.

“I beg to differ. If you chose to let my dancing secret slip, I could tell them how you like to sing in the shower. They’d love to hear you sing.” He smiled a wicked smile as your eyes widened.

“You wouldn’t.” You mocked his voice from earlier.

He nodded “I think I would.”

You sat for a moment and cuddled closer to his warm figure.

“Why then, if you won, are you sitting here cuddling with me?” You asked hoping for a semi romantic answer.

“I was cold.” Was all he said.

“You enjoy cuddling, don’t you Severus?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

He closed his eyes and ignored your question. His arm wrapped tightly around your waist and you adjusted so that your head was now on his chest.

“I enjoy being warm.” He said his other arm now rested on your shoulder.

“I do love you Severus.” You said as you looked up to his relaxed face.

He didn’t respond, he hardly ever did when you told him those few words, however there was a content smile on his face every time you told him and the small actions he would do every day to put a smile on your face was enough for you to know he loved you too.

anonymous asked:

i would really love a reddie oneshot where they practice kissing and it's just cute and fluffy!!

Five Times Richie Kisses Eddie and One Time He Doesn’t Have To

Eddie Kaspbrak x Richie Tozier

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: swearing, a very slight panic attack, a little bit of angst because our losers have issues they’re going through (but mostly fluff)

Author’s Note: I’m back!!! Thought you could get rid of me? Not that easily. I plan to get back into writing by finishing up some requests that I’ve gotten during my hiatus before picking back up with YWISC and some of my other original ideas, so keep an eye out for them! Anywho, I absolutely adore 5+1 fanfics and your prompt was perfect for it, nonnie. I don’t know if it’s exactly what you want because I threw in a little itty bit of angst, but I still enjoyed rereading it while editing. Also, I know that Frogger wasn’t out until the 80s. So let’s just do a little time jumping and act like this takes place during the movie timeline. That means that The losers are going to graduate in the 90s. Enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

Hello ^-^ May I request some angst imagines for Soldier, McCree, and Genji where they call on holovid to their S/O who is currently away on a mission because they miss them. They talk for a minute (cue mushy talk) and then their S/O gets shot by an enemy? Whether they live or die is up to you. ouo

A/N: Decided to only do Genji and Soldier since they were a little long, and I figured I could make things a little more angsty if I threw in a couple of everyone’s favorite Talon members. These are kind of sad, but hey, isn’t that the point of writing angst? Besides, there’s some weird sense of pride when you write something like this. There’s some blood mentions in the story, though I try not to go into gruesome detail.

Soldier 76:

76 let out a long groan as he slumped further into his chair. The amount of intelligence that Overwatch brought in was staggering, and he had foolishly volunteered to help sort through it. Even when he was Strike-Commander, he never much cared for paperwork, it was an unfortunate part of the job. He could feel his eyes glazing over as he stared at the pile of papers that covered his desk. He’d earned a quick break, if only to refresh his mind before jumping back into his work. The metallic visor detached with a satisfying click, 76 cracked a small smile as the warm air of his office caressed his skin.

The visor was certainly a useful tool, and did wonders for hiding who he once was from prying eyes, but it wasn’t designed with comfort in mind. 76 reached into his pocket, withdrawing a small rectangular device. The screen flashed to life with a touch of his finger, the simplistic UI leaving each icon plainly visible. His hand lingered above the icon for a video call, inwardly debating on whether or not to get in touch. You’d been sent on a mission, and personal calls back to base weren’t exactly frequent when in combat. There was the odd call between active duty, but the responsibilities one had in the field took priority over phoning home.

76 shook his head, knowing that he shouldn’t even consider calling, distractions could be fatal in this line of work. Sighing gently, he decided against his better instincts, tapping the icon to initiate a video call. The device rang for several seconds, before the screen flashed again, your face appearing before him.

“Hey you. Miss me already?” You joked, smiling warmly at the grizzled man on the other side of the screen. A splash of redness tinted 76′s cheeks, though an untrained eye would have difficulty spotting it.

“Just checking in, making sure everything’s going smoothly.” He spoke stoically, his gruff tone as even as ever.

“Things are looking good, I’d say we’ll be able to wrap up within a few days tops. Talon’s been unusually quiet, not that I’m complaining.” You relaxed your posture, slumping against a nearby wall.

“Glad to hear it. I take it that intel was off?”

“Seems that way. I’m honestly rather happy that we didn’t run into him.”

“Me too, but don’t let your guard down.” You smiled at each other. 76 was never terribly emotional, but he let you know that he cared in his own way. Subtle shifts in his tone or posture, the occasional praise, even a kiss now and again.

“I never do. When I get back, what do you say we-” A rattle from down the hall drew your attention away from your partner. “Hold on a second.” 76 nodded, his face wearing its usual stern expression. You disappeared from the device’s view, a roughly textured wall the only image 76 could see. A yelp peaked his attention, the screen still showing the wall you once laid against.

“Y/N? Are you okay? Answer me!” He could feel the fear rising in his throat as he awaited a reply. The silence was deafening, until the device was raised into the air by an unseen hand. The screen shifted from the wall, to focusing on your battered body held by a single clawed gauntlet.

“Hello Jack…” The anguished voice was all too familiar to 76, the venom lacing his old friend’s words was palpable, even through the call. “I see you’ve taken interest in someone a little… younger…” 76 winced as he watched Reaper’s hand tighten further around your throat, small traces of blood leaking over the ends of his claws.

“Let them go Reyes!” 76 roared, nearly snapping the device between his hands. Reaper’s grip continued to grow tighter, the blood covering his claws beginning to drip towards the ground. “Let them go goddammit!”

“I told you, I will get my revenge.” The expressionless mask stared into his very soul, thin black mist flowing from the openings. He could feel tears begin to roll down his cheeks as he watched you struggle, the iron grip of the reaper was inescapable.

“Jack… I love you…” You coughed out between ragged breaths, your throat felt as though it was going to burst into flames. The pressure Reaper exerted was unimaginable, his force overwhelming your senses.

“I love you so much…” He croaked. “I’m so sorry…”

“How touching.” Reaper sneered, tightening his grip around your neck, snapping it as though it were a twig. It took every ounce of self control 76 had to not cry out in anguish, he could at the very least deny Reaper the satisfaction of watching him break. Reaper discarded your body, placing the device on the ground to leave your corpse in perfect view of the camera. “I’ll be seeing you soon, Jack.”

“I’m so sorry…” He whimpered, his hands trailing the screen as he stared at your remains. His heart ached as he sobbed uncontrollably, apologizing over and over again. “I’m so sorry…”

Genji:

Genji stretched his arms high into the air as he pushed himself to his feet. Meditation certainly was relaxing, but his joints always felt a little stiff after an extended session. Normally he’d be able to fill some time in the day training with you, or at least relaxing near you. Since you were away on a mission, his day was rather open unless he wanted to spend every waking hour working on his form. A metallic sigh escaped his helmet, Genji found himself rather bored when he wasn’t able to spend time with you. Sure, Zenyatta was more than happy to spend time alongside his pupil, but he was hardly the life of the party. Anything outside of meditation or inward reflection was an alien concept to the enlightened Omnic.

If he was going to relax, he was at least going to do it somewhere with a view. Genji deftly scaled the walls of Watchpoint Gibraltar, making his way to the highest point of the Overwatch base. A small rooftop presented an exceptional view of the bay below, and interruptions this far off the beaten path were extremely rare. Genji had discovered the space during his original tenure with Overwatch before its collapse. Having somewhere to be alone was comforting when he was still adjusting to his cybernetic body. Though once he joined the reformed Overwatch and met you, the rooftop took on a different function.

Instead of somewhere Genji could retreat from the world, it became a space where he could share some quality time with you. A pair of bean bag chairs had been dragged up here by the youngest Shimada, and you were rather insistent that a small rug be placed between them. The metallic rooftop was far from inviting before you each cleaned it up a little, it was almost cozy now. Finding joy in the simpler things was something Genji used to be incapable of doing, but it was almost second nature when he was with you. Being able to take in such a gorgeous view alongside an equally as gorgeous partner was something he wouldn’t trade for the world.

Genji smiled as he settled into the green chair, withdrawing a communications device from his waist. You were away on a mission, sure, but you each tried to make time to talk to one another when you were apart. The device sprung to life as his fingers deftly tapped away at it, quickly opening a video call to your device. It rang for an instant, before your face appeared on the screen.

“I was just about to call you.” You laughed, smiling warmly at Genji.

“Sorry, I’m just a little too fast for you.” Genji chuckled, opening his helmet to reveal his rugged face. Scars from his mortal injuries at his brother’s hands lined his face, though you were adamant that they made him look sexy. “I thought you might miss this view.” Genji spun the device so that the camera faced the shining bay, the waves gently crashing against the rocks below.

“That is a nice view, but I think I prefer the one of you even more.” You playfully flirted, earning a smirk from Genji as he flipped the device back towards himself.

“I can’t blame you, green definitely looks good on me.” He joked, laughing alongside you. “I trust that everything is going smoothly?”

“Nothing I can’t handle, I learned from the best, after all.”

“That you did, but you’re not a cyborg ninja.”

“I like to think I’m pretty close.”

“I can agree with that.” You both laughed again, the relaxing dynamic between the two of you always did wonders when one of you was out in the field. It was hard to be stressed out about a mission when you were joking around together.

“Oh! That reminds me, I was-” A gunshot cut off your speech, a hole now present in your forehead. Genji felt his blood run cold as he watched you sit there wordlessly, your posture slumping backwards slowly, bracing itself against the wall. He was speechless as your eyes stared blankly into space, unblinking as blood began to trickle from the wound in your forehead. Genji stared in disbelief at what he had just witnessed, his love so callously taken from him, so suddenly ripped away. He didn’t know if he’d even processed the fact that you had died, or if he was simply too blinded by rage to feel anything.

The clack of high heels against tile were picked up by the microphone, Genji immediately recognized the sound. A blue arm reached down, pushing your body out of view, a large splatter of blood left on the wall where you once sat.

Adieu.” A thick French accent spoke, seeming to relish in the kill. “Life is so fleeting, isn’t it, Mr. Shimada?” The device was picked up by your assassin, the smooth face of Widowmaker appearing on the screen. “You should’ve joined us when you had the chance, a pity they had to be dragged into this.”

“I am going to kill you.” Genji coldly spoke, his eyes piercing through the device. The rage within him was almost uncontrollable, needing every piece of Zenyatta’s advice to stop himself from tearing the device in two.

“I am terrified, truly.” Widowmaker scoffed, discarding the device to the ground, the sound of her heels fading away. Genji shook as he stared at the screen, hurling it in the bay below. With or without Overwatch’s help, he was going to make sure Widowmaker’s last moments were spent in agonizing pain. He would be sure to recover your body, but mourning would have to wait until he avenged you.

Happier. // pt. 3

a/n: ahhh it’s heree!! part 3! i absolutely love this part, it’s my favourite so far! if you like this little series and you want me to write a part 4, please let me know!! oh and i’m also working on my masterlist, i hope it’ll be done soon! anyways, enjoy reading! :)

He was pacing around his living room, his phone pressed against his ear.

“No, no. Tell me that’s not true.”

His voice was loud, full of anger.

“I’m sorry, man, but she’s happy now.”

Michael’s voice was a whisper compared to Calum’s.

“Fuck!”

He hung up and threw his phone across the room. His fingers tangled up in his hair, pulling harshly on it. He couldn’t believe she’s in a relationship. He didn’t want to believe she was ready to give her love to someone else. He knew in that very moment that he had to get her back. He had to.

“Calum? What was that? Are you okay?”

His wife walked up behind him, gently resting her hands on his shoulders. He flinched, quickly turning around, breathing heavily.

“Not now.”

“Is it because (Y/N)’s in a relationship now?”

“You know she’s in a relationship?”

“Yes I saw them at a coffee shop a few days ago.”

“And you didn’t care to tell me?”

“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”

He didn’t say anything, instead he tried to push past her, wanting to leave the room but his wife quickly grabbed his arm.

“Calum, are you serious? You’re married!! You’re my husband! Why do you still care so much about her?”

He murmured the words underneath his breath as his eyes were focused on the floor.

“Because maybe she is the one for me.”

“What? What was that?”

He pushed her hands off his arm, eyes finding hers.

“I said, maybe she is the one for me.”

His wife’s mouth fell open, her eyes immediately getting teary.

“W-what? Do you hear yourself? You’re out of your mind!! I’m supposed to be the one for you!”

“I have to go.”

And with that he walked towards the front door, leaving his crying wife in their home. As soon as he got into his car he let out a loud scream. An angry, frustrated, sad scream. I need to see her, he thought, I need to fix this.

The whole car ride to her apartment he couldn’t stop thinking about what he was going to say. Would it be good enough to get her back? He was terrified she’d turn him down. But the second her door opened and her eyes met his, his mind went blank.

“Calum?”

“Can I, can I come in?”

She nodded, stepping aside and closing the door once he walked past her.

“What’s up?”

She sat down on her couch, patting the spot next to her, waiting for him to sit down. But he didn’t, instead he stood in front of her, kneeled down and took her hands.

“I talked to Michael, he told me you’re in a relationship now. As soon as he told me, I lost my shit. I know I said that you’re not the one for me, but I was wrong. I love you, so much, I always have and always will and the thought of you not being with me but somebody else hurts. And I know I’ve put you through so much pain and broke you into pieces but I know now that I am married to the wrong woman. I should be married to you, not her. It’s always been you, I was just too stupid to realise that.”

She looked at him with wide eyes. Her hands were shaking a little and she was struggling to even say one word. She sure as hell didn’t expect him to say anything like that.

“Say something, please.”

His words came out as a whisper. She shook her head, pulled her hands out of his and stood up.

“Why now? Why did you have to say this right now? I haven’t felt like everything’s okay in a long time and you decided, once again, to ruin it.”

He opened his mouth, ready to say something but closed it again before the words could slip past his lips. He took a step towards her.

“Be with me again. You said yourself that you’re happier with me. Let me make you happy again, let me fix you.”

She hid her face in her hands, taking a deep breath.

“You made me so unbelievably happy, you did, but you also broke me and it hurt so bad I thought I’d never be okay again. I wish I could just say yes and be yours again but you’re not supposed to look for happiness in the same place you lost it. I’m sorry but I think it’s too late, Cal.”

Sobs took over his body, his eyes turned red and tears were rolling down his puffy cheeks.

“No, no, please. Please give me one last chance. Please. I beg you.”

As soon as her eyes met his, her heart dropped. He looked so broken, it hurt her, but she wasn’t going to allow herself to fall for him again, not anymore. How could she go back to him after everything he put her through?

“I’m sorry, but I think it’s better this way. You should go now, your wife is most likely waiting for you anyways.”

“But I don’t love her, not as much as I love you.”

She took a step towards him, cupping his face with her hands. She laid her forehead against his, closing her eyes.

“I love you, Calum. I always will but we both have to move on. I don’t think we’re good for each other, at least not right now. Who knows, maybe when the timing’s right, we’ll find a way back to each other.”

He nodded, slowly, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist.

“Can I get one last kiss?”

“Yes.”

Within seconds their lips collided, moving together as if they were made for one another. She pulled back a little, their noses touching softly.

“You should go now.”

She took a few steps back, watching Calum as he walked towards her door. He turned around, taking her in one last time. He smiled a little as he opened the door.

“I hope you know that you’ll always be the one for me.”

And with that he closed the door behind him.

#277: "I'm Your Husband, It's My Job...”

A/N:

I love when I receive random requests like this, I think getting prompts are sometimes a whole lot easier than when it’s something very complicated. As I’ve mentioned many times before I accept request on the only condition that the preferences are simple and not something way out of order.

Requested: Yes //  Find my Masterlist here

Luke:

“… To always keep you safe. You know that.” You blinked twice out of reaction and held closer onto the door handle. You knew if you looked over your shoulder there was no way you could leave as it was. “It’s just one night, Luke. Nothing is going to happen to me you know that.” You sighed softly and let go to look over at his half nervous expression. “I’m aware. That’s not what I’m worried about it’s more the fact that I can’t come pick you up.” He wasn’t afraid to show how he was feeling, he cared for you more than anything else. “Luke…” You sighed softly and placed your hands on top of your cheeks. “If I have to I will call you and speak for every single second I’m out and not able to be in your reach. Don’t worry. I will be fine.” 

Calum:

“… To help you out when you need it the most. That’s why I’m standing here despite you telling me to leave.” The floor was in a mess there wasn’t any organization what so ever. You didn’t know what was what and the frustration was clear on your face. Calum was leaning against the open door frame with his arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed. “But this isn’t your problem. It’s mine. I was supposed to finish this ages ago and I waited until last minute.” You frowned and quietly continued to work. “I don’t care.” He laughed quietly by your stubbornness and took a seat on the carpet next to you. “Tell me what to do and let’s get this over with.” He placed a hand on top of yours just to show that little support he had in him no matter what the task was about. 

Michael:

“… To sit here and watch you do everything I love.” He was having a smirk growing on your face especially by the reaction you were having. “Really? Do we still live in the 50′s?” You asked with wide eyes and threw the washing cloth towards his direction, hitting him square in the face. He laughed quietly and removed the cloth to stand up from his chair and look at you apologizing. “You know I’m only kidding. I’d help you out in a heartbeat if it wasn’t for the fact I’m so bad I can’t even boil water properly.” He wrapped his arms around you and leaned his head on the top of your shoulder. You couldn’t fake it out and stay mad at him for that long because just the way he was looking at you was enough to forgive him for everything ever possible. 

Ashton:

“…To do this without you complaining. I know you’re still trying to maintain independent but just let me do this for you.” Ashton was having that expression on his face that told he wasn’t up for arguing. The weather was cold enough as it was and there was no reason or you to stand out here for longer than necessary. “So you’re gonna take this and don’t worry about me freezing. I will manage.” You looked up at him a little speechless about his words, watching him shrug off the jacket and threw it over your shoulders. You had been the one to say you didn’t need it that he should just keep it until you got home. “Besides,” He smiled softly when he could feel you had stopped shaking from being cold, “You look brilliant in it.” 

You Okay?Part 2.

Plot: Y/n taking Justin to hospital.

Part One

“Y/n if you keep staring at me, we won’t make it to the hospital in one piece.” Justin chuckled looking at worried Y/n’s face.

Y/n completely ignored his comment. “Are you feeling okay? Do you need to puke again? I mean we have like, five minutes till we get to the hospital.” Y/n said, checking on Justin.

“Babe, I am okay, I will make it to the hospital. They will probably say it’s because of stress.”

Y/n nod her head and the rest of the ride was silent.

Minutes later they were in front of the hospital and Y/n helped Justin out of the car.

Justin stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath, waiting for stomach to decide whether he will throw up again, or not.

Once he was sure he won’t puke again, Y/n and Justin pursued into hospital. The lobby was empty, the whole hospital looked like it fell asleep.

Just as they were about to sit down, the doors of Justin’s doctor opened, and elderly man greeted them with a smile.

“C’mon in Mr. Bieber and Miss Y/L/N.” Dr.Grayson said and led them into his ordination.

There was only one chair next to doctors table, and Y/n made Justin sit down, while she stood behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders.

She could feel his shoulders were tensed, which lead to a conclusion that he was in a lot of pain, lot more that he was going to admit.

“What seems to be the problem, Mr Bieber?”

“I came home from studio early, because I had this bad headache and stomach ache. And when I came inside, I just felt dizzy, that’s when Y/n took me out, to catch some fresh air. About two hours later I threw up, and then we went to sleep, and half an hour ago it woke me up again, and I threw up again, this time almost nothing but water, since I threw everything out before.” Y/n griped his shoulders a little bit.

Doctor nodded, writing something down. “When you felt dizzy, did you feel like you’re going to pass out, or were you just feeling dizzy?”

Justin took a deep breath. “I didn’t feel like I was going to lose my conscience, no.”

Doctor nodded once again. “Could you please lay down on that bed? I would love to check you up.”

Y/n moved her hands away from his shoulder, Justin stood up and laid on the bed on the other side of the room.

Doctor placed his hands on Justin’s stomach, pressing hardly. “This hurts?”

“Little bit, yeah.” Both Y/n and the doctor could see the pain on Justin’s face.

Doctor continued to touch Justin’s stomach, asking the same question. He then listen to his heart.

“You have food poisoning and you will stay in hospital tonight, you will receive infusion, because your stomach can’t stand any kind of food due to being irritated from throwing up.”

Doctor looked in Y/n’s direction and continued. “I think you should go home and bring him his pyjamas and just the most important things, because tomorrow we will run a few tests, just to be sure it isn’t anything else, so it’s Tuesday, right? Yeah, by Thursday he should be good to go home, if everything goes alright.”

Y/n nodded and looked over at Justin. She knew he wasn’t happy with the idea of staying in hospital, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

“Do you want me to bring anything else besides some clothes and your bathroom stuff?”

Justin shook his head, Y/n nod and walked over to him, giving him a quick kiss before she left the room.

She quickly walked out of the hospital and drove off to their shared home. Once she was in front of the house, she rushed towards their room.

She walked into his clothes and grabbed his black backpack. She turned around to the shelf where he had his pants and she grabbed the black ones and the grey ones that had written “purpose tour” on their side.

She took one long sleeved shirt, one short sleeved and one hoodie. She put a pair of slippers in his bag, and few socks.

She was about to leave when she remembered, the underwear. She took three pairs of white Calvin’s, and one undershirt.

She walked into the bathroom and took his toothbrush and toothpaste. She took one hair brush and his favourite deodorant, and one towel. She closed the backpack and placed in on her shoulders.

She stepped into their room and looked around. His phone was on his nightstand, she grabbed it, putting it in her pocket, next to hers, looking where his earphones were.

She opened his drawers but they weren’t there, she knew she can’t go back without them. She looked around the room, but they were nowhere to be found.

She went downstairs, looking in the hallway, kitchen, and gym. Turns out they were in theirs living room, under the coffee table.

She quickly picked them up and rushed into her car, driving as fast as she was allowed, to the hospital.

Once she reached the hospital, at the counter she asked the lady, in which room did they place Justin. Soon she was escorted towards the room 108, on the second floor.

She opened the door, and she saw three beds, two on her left side, and one, Justin’s on her left side. She walked over to Justin’s, placing the backpack next to his bed, sitting down next to his bed.

Once Justin heard the movement, he opened his eyes and smiled to Y/n. “Hey” she whispered.

“Hey.” Justin whispered back.

Y/n placed Justin’s phone and earphones on the stand next to his bed.

“Do you want to change your pants, or go brush your teeth?” Y/n whispered, trying to be as quiet as she could, not wanting to wake up other patients.

Justin shook his head. He looked very tired. Y/n took his hand into hers. “Go to sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“You can go home. Get some proper rest.”

Y/n shook her head and placed a kiss on his forehead. “No, now go to sleep. You need to rest.”

“Fine, but then rather lay next to me. I don’t want you to sleep in a sitting position.” Justin said and moved to the other side of the bed.

Y/n knew there was no point in arguing, at this time of the night, so she laid next to him. Justin placed his head on Y/n’s chest listening to her heart beats, his hand still in hers.

Justin could feel his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier, and soon he was out.


Since you nicely asked, here you have a part two.

Also i want to thank everybody that takes their time and read my imagines. It means the world to me that somebody actually likes them. And even if you read them but dont like them, still thanks. 

Thank you and I love you a lot. 

You Literally Just Threw Up!

A/N: So I seriously felt nauseous while writing this because god I hate getting sick, I have an actual fear, so yeah… 

@colormemeow This was the best Idea I had for your request but I wasn’t sure because i kind of described the sickness part a little too much! Sorry about that, I may rewrite it later..


Request/Prompt: Requests open? If not you can totally ignore me! Can I request an imagine with either Damian or Jason (you can decide) where he takes care of the reader well they’re sick (or on there period, if you’re okay with that) Requested by @colormemeow

Summary: Jason takes care of you when you suddenly catch the flu (I am so bad at summaries, oml sorry)

Relationship: Jason Todd x Reader

Warning(s): Puke…? 

Word Count: 500+

Note: Seriously, If you don’t like anything to do with vomit, I suggest you scroll past this NOW. I even felt sick while writing it… oops…

Tags: @solis200213 @colormemeow @wynterrobin @crazyfangirl1810@just-a-girl-maybe (I think thats it? if i forgot to tag you I’m sorry!!)



When your stomach first began to hurt you it was during the movie you, Jason and his brothers were watching. You didn’t think much of it and kept watching the movie ignoring the pain in your stomach. However, you kept feeling something come up to your throat and it felt hot and uncomfortable through the last few minutes of the movie, as if it was burning the inside of your throat.


When the movie ended you immediately went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before making your way to Jason’s room. You slipped on one of his shirts and went to bed, occasionally sipping at your water before closing your eyes once again.


“Y/N? You okay?” You heard Jason whisper to you, which felt as if he was yelling, your head beginning to have a high amount of pain.


You groan lowly, rolling around under the sheets with a hand on your forehead, “Yeah, I’m just not feel all that well,” You said quietly, slowly sitting up to take another sip of water. In that moment your eyes widen, you felt hot and broke into a cold sweat as you rushed to the bathroom in the hallway. Jason had ran after you, stopping at the door seeing you sitting in front of the toilet with your head nearly in the bowl as your dinner came up in chunks.


Jason gently pulled your hair back as you kept vomiting, his brothers checked to see what had happened and immediately offered to help but Jason ended up shaking his head and closing the door. You gripped onto the bowl, puke dripping from your mouth and your throat burned, coughing a few times to make sure everything was out before pulling back. You had to plug your nose from smelling the horrid stench you just hacked up, knowing that alone could trigger the sickness again.


Jason grabbed a face cloth and quickly wetted it under the sink, pulling your hand away and gently wiping down your face, handing you a hair tie so you could pull your hair back. He sat next to you and gently rubbed your back, not saying anything knowing your head must’ve been pounding


“I think I’m good…” you said after a little while of complete silence, moving to stand up from where you sat, but Jason gripped your hand, “You literally just threw up! Be careful, I’ll bring a bucket to the room and a cold cloth,” He spoke in an almost whisper, slowly standing up with you, guiding you back to his room and tucking you into bed.


Jason left for a moment, coming back with a bucket and a cloth just like her said. He sat on the edge of the bed and placed the bucket on the floor, gently laying the cold, wet cloth on your forehead.


“Tell me if you feel like you’re going to get sick, okay?” He gently rubbed your hand as he crawled to the other side of you and simple sitting up against the pillow, making you smile just a touch.


“Alright…”

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Requests (combined): May I request a Castiel one shot where it’s just fluff? Like, Castiel and reader have just woken up from a great night and it’s all just pillow talk and fluff and small kisses? Thank you in advance if you do it! ~requested by an anon. AND If you’re still doing requests, could you do a Casxreader post-coital (wouldn’t hate you if you threw some during-coital in there too) ball of fluff? Lots of giggles and smiles and enough fluff to make build-a-bear look empty. ~requested by @fight-the-faeries

A/N: I seem to be getting back into my writing groove after the finale hit a little to hard. I didn’t think I’d be able to write Cas this soon. But here he is!

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Oral (male receiving), fluffy fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

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Memories of last night flooded your mind as you began to wake up. You could feel that you were still safe and sound in Castiel’s arms with your head resting against his bare chest.

You felt safe next to Cas, you knew that he’d never let anything harm you. You knew that he’d be with you, always.

You could tell that he was still asleep just by the rhythm of his breathing. It’d taken him awhile after his grace was stolen, but he now slept peacefully. You readjusted yourself in his arms as you laid there, taking in his sweet, natural musk. The aroma of last night’s activities still lingering on his skin.

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HELL YEAH!!!!!

  • they call eachother those cheesy nicknames 100% of the time unironically
  • “hey sweet cheeks can i copy ur notes” ‘sure thing hunkcicle’
  • david is actually the one who is more into pda and he’ll always kiss jack behind the ear and lay all over him and jack always gets a little flustered
  • they are always holding hands like race swears that they glued them together because it so damn rare to see them seperated
  • half their dates are just napping together 
  • david broke up with jack once over mario karts bc jack threw a pillow at him to knock him out of first place and beat him (it lasted like 10 minutes)
  • literally every fucking monday jack posts an #mcm abt david and writes a fucking paragraph abt how damn much he loves his boyf
  • while david just posts zoomed in pics of jack’s face with captions like  “gaylord.png”
  • les asked jack when he was gonna propose to david after they were dating for 2 months and when jack just shrugged les cried for a hour
  • once jack had shoved david aganist a wall to make out with him but an old lady intervened bc she though he was gonna kick david’s ass and threathen to call the police and davey almost pissed himself laughing
  • jack purposely forgets his jacket sometimes bc without fail davey will always give jack his and then make jack hold him bc he to is chilly