i want to keep him in my pocket forever and snuggle with him at night

Your Girl

Hi babes! I know that it’s been a long time since I posted a writing, and for that, I’m sorry! But, to make it up to you, here’s a supa long oneshot that I really hope you enjoy! Anyways, this is about Tom and a very shy reader, who suffers from slight social anxiety. Tom keeps an eye on her because he knows how uncomfortable she gets in unfamiliar social settings with new people, and the pair begin to fall for each other! They go out to dinner with friends one night, and the reader ends up attracting some very unwanted attention and Tom gets very protective and then feelings happen and ??? I hope you like it!

Your Girl

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and then promptly fixing it back to it’s place directly over her eyes, she fussed about with slightly quaking hands. Gnawing on the inside of her lip, she rocked up and down on the balls of her feet, various unsettling scenarios bouncing through the expanse of her mind. The outlines of all the possibilities at hand were making her head spin. She’d been worried about them since she awoke that morning with the intent of traveling down to her local bookstore, allowing her anxiety to conjure up every alarming response that had the slightest half a chance of occurring.

    In the pit of her stomach, fear had poked it’s piercing talons through her skin, dragging up and down and forcing her tummy into knots. All she intended to do was ask a question about a book’s location in the store, but the reaction of the employee she’d be asking was filling her with a sense of dread. The girl understood that it was very likely the storekeeper would even bat an eye, too uninterested into their work to really do anything other than offer their assistance, seeing as she was a paying customer, but she was oh-so very nervous that they’d scoff in her face or roll their eyes. She even wondered if they were allowed to flat-out dismiss her.

    Logically, she understood that all of the rudeness she had created in her mind on the bookkeeper’s behalf were very unlikely reactions. But, the fact that they existed and could happen were enough to keep her inside, curled up in bed, staring longingly her shelf of finished novels.

    Now, she stood by the guidance desk, busying herself with glancing over the classic book corner of the store after she had forced herself up and out of her front door. Each time she psyched herself up to finally speak to the woman manning the desk, her courage evaporated as soon as someone else sauntered up to the counter to ask their question. The girl was so locked in her feelings of utter hopeless that she barely noticed the boy who wandered over to the opposing side of the bookshelf.

    Scrunching up her nose and groaning, she rounded the corner of the shelf to once again glance over the books whose author’s last names began with the letters A-L. She was so focused on forcing herself to speak that she walked straight into the young man’s surprisingly solid chest.

    “Shit, fuck, I mean shoot-” with her cheek pressed against his chest, she could feel the british accent rumbling past his lips, “‘’M sorry that I ran into you, and I’m sorry for swearing. Are you alright, love?”

    She pried herself away from him and glanced up at him with strawberry-red flushed cheeks, and a bashful gaze, “yeah, no problem, totally on me, not you. Sorry I crashed into you, just wasn’t looking where I was going.” Her eyes flickered across the room, she didn’t want to appear psychotic for staring at him too long or anything like that. So far, she’d observed that the boy was very british, and very cute, which was making her stumble over her words more than she already was.

    The boy stared down at the girl in front of him, his brows puckered. She was lovely, and truth be told, he’d seen her circle the shelf about three or four times, and she was biting down on her lip so hard that he was beginning to fret that she’d draw blood. She seemed lost, or scared, either way, something was off with her, he could tell.

    “You’re sure?” He questioned, steadying her in place before him, “you look a bit frazzled.” The girl dropped her eyes to floor once more, her cheeks coloring growing darker than before, and he quickly opened his mouth to retract his previous statement, “no, no! I didn’t mean it like that! You’re still  disarmingly cute, it’s just that you seem a bit adrift. Do you need anything?”

    She opened and shut her mouth, cocked her head to the side and regarded him with the softest voice he’d ever heard, “Just trying to find a book is all, did you really n-,” she started before she cut herself off. She was working herself into a tizzy, first she nearly took a cute boy down, and then he’s complimenting her and asking if she needs anything. The girl was convinced that she could float up into the summer sky’s barely existent clouds and melt into the blue sky forever. Everything felt stupendously surreal.

    “Can I help you look or anything?” He offered, snapping her out of her daydream of evaporating into a mist and flitting around town as she pleased, “my name’s Tom.”

    Now, she was thoroughly convinced that the entire day was a massively wild reverie. Her mind pieced two and two together, and she became very aware that the boy who stood in front of her was no other than Tom Holland.

    “Wow,” she uttered, reaching out to tentatively poke him in the chest, “you’re you.”

    Tom shoved his hands into his pockets and giggled, a soft smile stretching across his cheeks. “Yes, that I am. And may I ask who you are?”

    She rolled her bottom lip into her mouth and stated her name. If it turned out that she was dreaming, she was prepared to accept it wholeheartedly. If Tom Holland decided that he wanted to speak to her, and furthermore assist her in finding her book, than so be it. She was not going to allow herself to muck it all up by saying no, especially when his brown eyes looked so sparkly and kind.

    “Now, what is it that we’re looking for?” Tom questioned, placing a hand on the small of her back to guide her away from the corner and up to the guest’s assistance desk.

    Ever since that afternoon, she and Tom were together, not romantically they claimed, but truly, all that was necessary for the pair’s connection to be deemed romantic was the pair’s confession to one another that they each desired more from their friendship. Tom paid extra attention to her, quickly figuring out that she was painfully shy and teetered away from social situations that frightened her. Tom had made it his mission to check up on her to make sure she was alright  and wasn’t being coerced into activities she didn’t wish to partake in.

    Tom had fell into the habit of ordering her food for her, asking questions for her at the store and keeping a watchful eye on anyone he felt could cause her harm. He was more than happy to help her, and it fueled his self-esteem when she would smile up at him and thank him for easing her anxiety. That was all Tom ever wanted to do.

    In return, she spent a fair amount of time looking after him in less obvious ways. When she felt as though he’d been eating too much takeout and deserved a nice home-cooked meal, she took it upon herself to prepare him one. She learned exactly how he liked his cups of tea, what kind of books he liked to nurture his mind with, and she even knitted Tom a beanie for when he would be away filming somewhere cold. Often times, the girl and Tom stayed up all night talking on the phone, or snuggled up together on the couch in her living room.

    “Darling,” Tom called out to her, “are you nearly ready?” He plopped down on the couch and began leafing through one of the novels that she had currently stacked on her coffee table. Tom hadn’t had as much time to read books, seeing as he was going through so many scripts, but he’d always found that her books enthralled him and would gently coax him back into the bookstore. The book he was currently turning over in his hands was a bright, proud, sunshine yellow. It’s title was printed across the page in red, block letters. “‘Sex and Rage?’” Tom smirked, already preparing to tease the girl he was waiting for.

    They’d been invited out to dinner with some of his castmates and a few other mutual friends, and the girl was presently rushing around her apartment in search of her favorite lipgloss and her purse.

    “I’m almost done, I promise!” Tom heard her muffled response, and then a second later he heard her utter a few choice curse words, prompting him to settle back against the couch because she was clearly not anywhere near being done. He kicked his legs up to balance on her coffee table and opened the novel by Eve Babitz and allowed her to take him all the way back to 1970s Los Angeles.

    After about fifteen more minutes, Tom looked up to find her stood in front of him, blushing profusely when she took note of the book in his hands. Raising his brows and grinning boyishly at her, Tom waved the novel her way. “Interesting choice of reading material, innit?”

    “I-,” she started, and then proceeded to open and shut her mouth, she chose to mumble, “shut up, Tom. It’s a classic.”

    “Yes, yes, love,” Tom said, “sex and rage are quite classic in LA.”  Tossing the book back into it’s proper place, Tom skimmed her frame up and down. “You look,” he almost lost his breath. She was clothed in a silky, sheer, polka-dotted dress, the ruffles dipping low and offering him ample view of the expanse of her chest. The dress’s hem was short and her legs looked just as silky soft as the fabric of her dress. Tom longed to press kisses all the way up from her ankles to above where her skirt ended. “Fucking amazing,” he finished, taking one her hands within his own to press a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. He had half a mind to propose they skipped the dinner all together. Tom didn’t want to share the vision of loveliness that she was with anyone else.

    She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you,” she broke away to look directly into his eyes, “you look like every teen’s dream.” She laughed as Tom let out a chuckle underneath his breath. “Are you ready to go?”

    Tom stepped closer to her, winding a hand around her waist, “been ready, love. It’s you that I’ve been waiting for.” Which Tom thought was true, to be fair. The only reason that he hadn’t showered her in love and adoration was because he wasn’t absolutely positive that she’d want him too.

Although, she’d allowed him to kiss the back of her hand, and she kissed him on the cheek, what would be so different about Tom leaning down and angling her chin up towards him so he could press his lips against her own? But still, Tom waited. He needed to know that she felt the same for him. Tom refused to allow his feelings for her taint their friendship. He’d done everything he could to try and get her to pick up on his emotions, but he’d observed that they went right over her head. Unluckily for him, everyone else had been made well aware of the love Tom had for her. He prayed up to the high heavens that they’d go easy on them tonight.

After locking up her apartment with his own set of keys, and driving to the restaurant, Tom rushed around the side of the car of yank her door open and help her out. “Careful, m’love,” Tom muttered, taking both her hand and her waist in his hands, “don’t want you to slip.”

“Tom, I’m wearing heels, I’m not injured.” She giggled.

It was Tom’s turn to turn the same shade of red the ripe strawberries she’d given him for breakfast were, “I know, just don’t want you to slip is all.”

Together, they walked into the restaurant, Tom heading over to the hostess’s station to inquire about the whereabouts of their table while she strayed a little behind, choosing to stare at a painting that was hung in the foyer.

“Intricate, isn’t it?” An American male’s voice stated from behind her. When she whipped around to face him, she found that the man in front of her was a bit too close for her liking. So close to her that she felt as though the overbearing cologne the man had covered himself in had sprouted arms and was choking it’s way into her system.

“Yes,” she said, smiling as politely as she could. She peered around the man, trying to spot Tom to no avail.

The girl understood that under no circumstances did she owe this man anything, even a conversation, but she’d grown quickly timid of the way in which he leered over her.

“Waiting for anyone?” The man asked, stepping closer to her and turning his head to the side. When he smiled at her, she didn’t like it. This man’s smile wasn’t warm the same way Tom’s was when he directed it at her, and she could already tell that it wasn’t going to be followed up by a laugh. She knew it was wrong to compare every man that she came into contact with to Tom, but she couldn’t help it. He was everything she wanted and more.

“Uh, yeah, actually. I’m waiting for my boyfriend,” she lied, pink spreading across her cheeks. “He’s just making sure our table is ready.”

The man didn’t seem put off at all when she claimed to be there with her boyfriend, in fact, the smile he wore on his lips curled into a smirk, almost as if to say, “challenge accepted.”

“There you are darling!” Tom called, his brows nearly joining together when he saw the man stood in front of his girl. As he made his way over to them, Tom could practically hear the sigh of relief escape her lungs. Curling a protective arm around her waist, Tom came to a halt behind her and leaned down to pepper her neck with kisses. “Who’s this?”

Before she could even think of a response, the man introduced himself, “Luc. Nice to meet your girl.”

Tom narrowed his eyes, “yeah, my girl is very nice.” He tucked her beneath his arm and began leading her towards the door, offering a hasty, “our table is ready,” the man’s way, not bothering to listen for a response.

“What an absolute wanker,” Tom said loudly, unable to stop himself from saying that he thought so before they walked out of Luc’s hearing range, “alright now, love?” He shook his head and glanced back towards where the man stood, “didn’t like how he was looking at you. What right does he think he has? Fuckhead.”

She merely pressed a kiss to Tom’s jaw, “s’alright now. Don’t worry about it. Thank you for pretending to be my boyfriend, I think he’ll go away now.”

“I’ll be your boyfriend anytime you want.” Tom said, guiding her into the room in which their friends occupied.

After greeting their table, smiling and laughing and talking, the pair barely made it through the appetizers without the man, Luc, quickly becoming an issue once more. They’d learned that he too was apart of a rather large dinner party, so their tables were right smack next to each other. When she spotted Luc coming her way, she shrunk so noticeably back into Tom’s chest that Harrison, who was sat across the table from her, took notice too.

Tom scoffed, “for fuck’s sake. He’ll leave you alone darling, and if not, he and I shall be exchanging words outside.” Tom smoothed her hair down and kissed her temple.

“Well, that’s new.” Harrison stated, eyes blown wide open. “Are you two finally together now?” He asked, his comment quickly peaking the interest of the entire table.

“See,” she heard Laura chime in next to her, “told you they’d be official by now.”  

Jacob broke into a grin, “yeah, man! Knew your balls would drop sometime soon!”

She leaned back against Tom’s chest and whispered as quietly as she could, “should we go along with it?” She blinked up at Tom, who’s arm dropped from being wrapped around the back of her chair to securing her further into his side.

“Whatever you-,” his voice trailed off, “you’re joking?” She turned her head and was met with a waiter handing her a drink and pointing Luc’s direction, claiming that he’d bought it for her, and that there was more to come.

Tom pushed his chair out and angled his body towards Luc, “she’s not here with you, mate!”

“Unlikely that she’s here with you either, considering the fact that none of you friends seem to be aware of your relationship.” Luc smirked, tipping his own drink up towards his lips.

“What a tosser,” Harrison proclaimed loudly, already prepared to jump in on his friend’s behalf.

Tom was pulled away from the escalating conversation by an earnest tug on his shirt. “Tom, don’t! It’s not worth it, just ignore it and maybe he’ll go away. He’s trying to start something with you.” She advised, attempting to guide his gaze back to her.

“Bullshit,” Tom mumbled, “like fuck you aren’t worth it! You’re my girl and I’m not going to let him treat you like this.” Anger was seeping into his words and fogging up his mind, so Tom didn’t notice that he’d just uttered a very unfriendly statement her way.

“Tom,” she tried again, “it’s all pretend! It’s fine, just focus on me.”

“No, love. I don’t think you understand,” Tom sighed, focusing his gaze on hers once more. “It’s more than just pretend to me. I want you to be my girl and I feel like I’ve made it all painfully obvious, and you haven’t picked up on it, or reciprocated, or maybe you flat out ignored it. Which is fine, everything about that is fine. It’s just that I care about you and I’m not going to let some fucking dirtbag make you feel uncomfortable.” Tom raked a hand roughly through his hair, “shit,” he mumbled, shutting his eyes, “m’sorry if that made you feel uncomfortable too.”

“Kiss me.” She ordered, ushering Tom closer to her. Taking in his puzzled expression, she added, “kiss me, Tom. For real, please. Kiss me and I’m your girl. For real, not for pretend.”

Tom could hear Luc talking, Harrison retorting and Laura hailing a waiter to ask if there was anything to be done about the seating arrangements, but none of it was clicking in his mind. “What are you saying?”

“Look at me, Tom Holland,” he heard her say sternly. “Don’t let male ego get in the way of this. Don’t look at him, look at me. I wasn’t sure if you were telling me you wanted me, I thought that you were just being nice and you’re too important to me to lose, so I never questioned your intentions. I’m sorry for making you think that I was ignoring you, but I’m not anymore. Please, please kiss me.”

Tom’s head was spinning all across the room. He felt like he was upside down, underwater, sideways and more, but when she finished speaking, his head clicked back into place.

“Please,” she asked softly, tipping her head up towards Tom, who then surged forward, softly stroking over her cheeks and taking the time to carefully align her head with his to create the most perfect of first kisses he would swear anyone in the world had ever had.

A collective gasp fell across the table, and even Luc grumbled a distant, “what the fuck ever, bro. She’s not that cute anyways.”

When the pair broke apart, the first thing Tom could gasp out was, “now you’re my girl,” before quickly swooping down to conjoin their lips once again.


Kiss Me

SPN FanFic

Sam x Reader

2,217 Words (including lyrics)

Warnings: Extremely romantic fluff. May cause emotions and physical responses such as unwanted tears and the need to snuggle.

A/N: This is for the lovely @d-s-winchester as entry in her Fall In Love With Fall Challenge. My prompt was the picture used below. I also used “Kiss Me” by Ed Sheeran as inspiration as well as some lyrics in the fic. I hope you all enjoy.  

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Y/N sat by the motel window, knees to her chest, tears spilling silently. It wasn’t a cry for attention or from pain, it was a cleanse; a release of all the pent rage and stress from weeks on the road.

She tried to stay as quiet as possible, didn’t want to wake the boys, they needed to sleep; but her deep, staccato breaths broke through Sam’s dreams and he rolled over towards her silhouette. Her face was hidden by the darkness of the room, but the flickering orange burn of the streetlights outside set her outline aglow.

“Y/N?” He whispered, his voice cracking from sleep as he sat up on one elbow and squinted into the dark.

She wiped at her eyes and let out a breath, conjuring up a smile as she met his eyes. “Hey,” she whispered back. “Did I wake you?”

Sam nodded, but he wasn’t angry to be woken, and only concern filled his face.

“Sorry,” Y/N said, trying to smile again, but as she looked at Sam, her shoulders fell. Her lip began to shake again, and the flood returned. She couldn’t stop it, couldn’t even slow it down; once released, she had to let it all out.

“Hey, no…” Sam scooted back on the bed and lifted the blanket, gently patting the space he’d made next to him. “Come here.”

“I’m OK,” she said, shaking her head and looking away. She wasn’t one to admit defeat, to need attention or ask for it. But Sam knew that she needed it.

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Uptown Girl [3]

Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.

AN: thank you to everyone who liked part 2 YAY! this part is in peter’s POV btw!

Peter Parker x Reader

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// Masterlist //


Originally posted by optimus-grimes

“I have the perfect movie for us to watch tonight!” Y/N excitedly said from beside me.

6 months.

It’s been 6 months since me and Y/N L/N became friends. In the course of those 6 months, she had managed to wiggle her way into my life to the point where it was hard to imagine life without her beaming smile greeting me when I looked to my side. It was also getting harder to hide the fact that I was completely in love with her but was too much of an idiot to do anything about it.

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Yuanfen - Part 12 (END)

Characters - Bucky x Reader, Steve, Tesla

Word Count -  2253

Warnings - Language

A/N - It’s over!! Omg, ya’ll have no idea how happy I am that it’s finished. Also, something that I noticed while I was writing this part was that - this story was never really about love. It was never about Bucky and the reader. It was about Steve and the reader. Sometimes we go through things with our friends that tear us apart and we have to be the ones to decide if we value their place in our lives or if it’s time to just let go.

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“What are you talking about?” You asked, hearing your heart beating loud in your ears as a laugh rumbled through his chest, “Are you serious?”

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anonymous asked:

Would love a Modern AU with Jamie and Claire having to send flirty texts to each since family members/kids/friends are around and they have to be on good behavior. :)

Modern Glasgow AU

“Thanks, Claire – I’ll be only a minute!”

Geillis Duncan set down her coat on the chair next to Claire’s and darted up the theater’s center aisle, red galoshes squeaking on the linoleum.

Dr. Claire Fraser sighed and pulled out her phone. Geillis had been trying to drag her out for a girl’s night for what seemed like forever – or at least since she had joined the surgery team late last year. They were the only two female surgeons at the hospital – Claire was a young yet well-regarded thoracic surgeon, while Geillis specialized in orthopedics. The magic that woman could perform on broken bones was nothing short of miraculous.

Her taste in movies, however –

“Did ye read the novels?” The middle-aged woman at her right had turned to face her, smiling kindly.

“I haven’t – I work, and I have four children at home to keep me busy,” Claire confessed, absently twisting her fingers in her lap. “My friend and I went to dinner and this was all her idea.”

“Well then – ye’ll be in for a surprise to be sure! Half the things he does to her have to be seen to be believed!”

Suppressing the urge to make any number of unkind remarks – that it was all just a fantasy, that based on what she understood about the storyline this Grey would be a posterchild for emotional manipulation and abuse, that there was no way for *anyone* to have the lifestyle that seemed to be so easy on film – she merely smiled and unlocked her screen.

Five messages – four from Fergus, and one from Jamie.

Nothing major – just a group shot of Faith and Brianna and William and Jamie enjoying their dinner on the couch, and three selfies of Fergus pulling funny faces. Jamie had shared an adorable photo of two-year-old William with what appeared to be half of his dinner smashed all over his face.

Her heart soared with love for her crazy wee family – who were all missing her tonight, but certainly didn’t begrudge her a night to herself.

Even if she had to endure what undoubtedly would be the most excruciating movie experience of her life.

Just as the lights began to dim, Geillis returned to her seat. “Did ye see – they’ve got wine and beer here! Never seen that before. Now – do you want me to give you a recap of the first movie, or – ”

“I think I’ll be able to figure it out,” Claire sighed, thumbing one quick text to her husband as the previews began.

*Wish I was with you.*

Then she glanced at her watch, settled into her seat, and sighed. Geillis and her neighbor sat literally at the edge of their seats, riveted. Waiting.

Thirty excruciating minutes later, she glanced over to Geillis – who was absolutely enraptured with the fantasy unfolding on the screen – and discreetly slipped her phone from her pocket.

Two messages from Jamie – one a picture of all four children snuggled on the couch watching classic Bugs Bunny cartoons, the other just five simple words.

*how is it? miss u*

Claire dimmed the brightness of the phone screen and quickly typed a reply.

*It’s so far removed from reality. He has more money than God and still she plays hard to get.*

Immediately the screen flashed that he was typing a response.

*and here i thought money wasnt everything :p*

*It’s not, but they jumped right into bed again anyway*

Feeling absurdly self-conscious, Claire pocketed the phone and returned her eyes to the screen. But after feeling five vibrations over the following ten minutes, curiosity got the better of her.

*im glad we always talk things out, mnd*

*well not like we dont ever go to bed to help us find a way to talk, but the talking is so impt*

*i could talk to you all day and all night and id still find something new about u to love*

*whats happening now? u know rupert and scarlett really like the books, hes told me waaay too much about the story*

*picking up any new ideas?*

Seven years married, and her heart still skipped when she read his beautiful words.

*They’re at a masked ball. He’s still trying to control her – tells her what to wear, what to do with her money*

*a masked ball? fancy. would u ever want to go to one?*

*Only if we could do what they did and sneak away for some private time…* *ye ken that from the moment we arrive, id be plotting how to do that*

How he made her smile.

Then nothing from him for a while. She glanced at her watch – Murtagh’s present for her medical school graduation – ah. It was bedtime for the four wee Frasers.

One more message, and then she’d put the phone away.

*I do like how she’s not shy to tell him what she wants – even if her voice gets a bit quieter when she tells him. And even though he’s damaged, he always takes care of her*

The final 45 minutes of the movie weren’t much different than what had already transpired – but Claire wasn’t really paying attention. For she knew that while most of the women in the theater – and it *was* a majority of women – would be going home to empty beds, or to men who perhaps would not meet their needs in all the ways they desired, she could not wait to get back to Jamie. Not just because she knew they would probably make love before falling asleep – and that it would be full of so much soul-deep love and tenderness and passion that it would bring tears to their eyes.

No – it was because she knew that above all else, she and Jamie had intimacy. True intimacy – emotional as well as physical. The ability to laugh, and to share hopes and dreams and fears, and to face the joys and challenges of each day as an unshakable team.

This kind of intimacy was rare, and sacred – and certainly not what was portrayed in the movie.

When it finally ended – and she chatted with Geillis as they both slipped on their coats and made their way out of the theater – all she could think of was Jamie – her husband, her heart, her soul. His eyes, and his hands, and his heart.

She waved goodbye to Geillis, and pulled out her phone to get an Uber.

One new text from Jamie –

*look up*

She did – and there he was, standing in front of their battered car, parked across the road. Smiling.

She ran to him, and he caught her, and his kiss was everything.

Whalien 52 | Taehyung (1)

genre: fluff & light angst

summary: Of all the fish in the sea, Taehyung was so glad you swam to him.

pairing:  mermaid!reader x Taehyung

word count: 2,298

A/N: I’ve been working on this for so long, ever since I finished watching the Legend of the Blue Sea (which was the main inspiration for this along with Surplus Princess.) Anyway, this is more like a prologue/introduction to introduce the two main characters. I hope you all enjoy & I can’t wait to write more! <3

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A storm was coming.

He stood at the dock, watching as the turbulent waves lashed out against the rocks in an unforgiving manner. The air was heavy with a briny mist, gray clouds thickening and looming over him. Frantic shouts were thrown at each other as the fishermen nearby anchored their ships in a haste attempt to salvage what they can before the storm.

A dark shadow swallowed the last bit of light, turning the sky into a beautiful arrangement of various shades of grays and purples with the occasional flash of bright blue light. It wasn’t long before the rain teamed up with the harsh wind, furiously pouring down.

A part of him found a strange comfort under the dark skies and unrelenting rain, so he remained there for a while longer. He welcomed the storm, hearing it’s violent cries and sharing it’s sorrows.

Because for Taehyung, the storm had already arrived long ago. It raged on in his heart like a never-ending tempest since that dreadful day and left him to wonder if the pieces she’d left behind could ever be salvaged.

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Uncle Mudler

the series read as follows:

SupermanMondayCheezy PouffsBaconStumblingTrail Mix …  PunchFriday … Preparation

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“You need to remember to take your vitamins.”

Scully rolled her eyes, “I have been. I told you that last night and I told you that this morning and I told you ten minutes ago.” Sweeping the damp cloth across the kitchen counter while Mulder stood, eating the last vestiges of crispy, blackened bacon carcass fallout from the plate, “It’s fine. I just stood up too quickly and had been doing some fairly vigorous exercise right beforehand. I’ve been to the doctor and he said I was fine. Remember that? San Diego? Fish tacos? Surfing? Untenable fear of recurring cancer and eventual death?”

“Dammit, Scully, don’t do that. Don’t talk about it like it was a simple part of life. You are not a simple part of life, mine, Maggie’s, Charlie’s, anybody’s.” Pushing himself away from the counter, palms shoving granite, body tilting, he walked away, sudden silence his only weapon against her flippant ways.

Hushed swearing followed as she tossed the cloth in the sink and wiped her hands on her jeans, moving to follow him, knowing he wouldn’t ever stop worrying about her and realizing she hadn’t told him it was one of the myriad of things she loved about him best.

He was leaning on the wall in the hall, staring at the ground, arms crossed, feet crossed, a pillar to spent anger. Moving behind him, arms sliding through his, hands clasping over ribs, she spoke softly into his back, “it wasn’t simple. You were there. There was nothing simple about it but if I don’t treat it like part of everyday life, it’ll crush me and you in the process.” Kissing his shifting muscles through faded red ‘Captain Kangaroo’ shirt, her arms kept him from turning towards her, kept him large and solid under her mouth as she spoke yet again, “I am fine. I will go back to the doctor if it happens twice more. Not once but twice. You are not allowed to ask me how I feel because I will use the standard answer you hate and it will just tick me off.” Tightening her arms, she crushed her forehead tightly to him, “I red M&M you more than life itself and if it ever comes back to cancer, you will be my first, best and only shelter in the storm.”

Twisting in her tightened arms, he turned, shirt spiraling, crushing her to his chest, completely ignoring the collection of children and adults pouring in the front door, loudly declaring they had arrived and were ready to party.

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Uncle Mudler valiantly kept up with them the rest of the day. With their ages ranging from four years to ten, he managed to keep a steady stream of conversation, assistance, and snacks flowing in all directions, only stopping to relax once he and Scully had gotten the rug rats under covers. And stop he did, dropping with a heaving puff onto the couch beside her, “they are here how long again?”

Scully, head resting on the back of the couch, gave a grin to the ceiling, too tired to aim it at him, “10 days.”

“Your mother was going for sainthood, wasn’t she?”

“Possibly.”

Dragging a hand over then up her thigh until her smile got wider, “when are we going to bed?”

“Right after we make lunches. I need to start waking up kids at 6:30 tomorrow morning and start dropping them off by 8. I don’t want to have to spend any of that time slapping bologna on bread.”

He was honestly too tired to make an off-color comment about slapping bologna and it frightened him, realizing he really must be just that damn tired. Standing back up, he cracked his joints, knuckles, spine before beckoning her to give him her hand, “move it, move it, move it. Lunches done in ten, bed in fifteen.”

“What if it takes longer than that?”

“I will flip you over my shoulder and toss you between the sheets.”

“Caveman response. Forewarned.”

It took longer than ten minutes but Mulder declined with the flipping and the tossing, choosing instead to draw aliens and rainbows on lunchbags in Sharpie, slapping a big heart and Uncle Mudler on them all, “because why the hell not.”

Scully shook her head, “I wonder how long they’ll take before they enact revenge.”

“I’m betting three days.”

Digging in her pocket and slapping a $5 bill on the counter, “sucker bet. I give them until tomorrow around 6.”

Mulder’s $5 appeared beside hers, “you’re on.”

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At 5:55 the next evening, Sam appeared, tall, pale, quiet Sam with all his 10-year old chutzpah puffing up his chest, “Uncle Mudler, can you please not put hearts on my lunch bags? The guys made fun of me all day and so did my English teacher.”

Uncle Mudler cracked a small frown, “okay, Sam. I won’t do it tomorrow.”

Sam walked away.

Uncle Mudler felt a little disappointed.

At 5:58, sweet little Betsy paraded in, wearing Scully’s shoes and a dishtowel on her head, “Uncle Mudler, can you maybe not write so big on my lunch bag? People wanted to know if you were blind and always wrote that big.”

Uncle Mudler kept his deflating feelings of fun to himself, “no problem, Hannah. I’ll do better tomorrow.”

Hannah bounced away.

Uncle Mudler’s disappointment grew.

6:03. Jake. “Uncle Mudler. Dude. You can’t do that to a guy.”

Uncle Mudler wondered what the hell had happened to his favorite families senses of humor, “I won’t anymore. Promise.”

6:07 rolled around and in shuffled Toby, four-year old posterchild for preschool exhaustion, “Uncle Mudler?”

Good Lord … seriously?

“Yeah, Toby?”

“Sarah at school said she’s going to marry me ‘cause I had a heart on my lunchbag.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“She eats the glitter paste, Uncle Mudler. If I have to kiss her, I’ll stick to her forever.”

“Then run away.”

Toby regarded him with serious brown eyes, “she runs faster than me.”

These kids were going to kill him, “then tell her ‘no’ and tattle to the teacher that she pinched you.”

6:11 and he thought he was free.

Then in crept Hannah, the 7-year old now on the fast track to breaking his heart, his secret favorite and his greatest downfall in terms of snuck candy and extra piggy back rides, “Uncle Mudler?”

Cringing inwardly, he kept his demeanor, “yes?”

“Aunt Dana says she wins.”

He was out of that chair like a shot, seeking and finding Scully hovering, with the other four children, just inside the kitchen door, giggling quietly and grinning madly. Grabbing Scully before she could escape, he accidently bumped Sam to the floor, who took out Toby in the process. Realizing they were still laughing, he proceeded to haul Scully up and over his shoulder, as promised the night before and leading the charge, carried her squirming form to the back bedroom, dumping her on the bed and informing the kids, through a wave of his hand, that she was their’s for the attacking.

Later on, once a few hours had passed and everyone had calmed, somewhat, the kids trooped in as one entity, each hugging Uncle Mudler goodnight while he emptied the dishwasher. Once that was done, Sam spoke up, “Uncle Mudler?”

He loved that moniker to the bottom of his toes, “yeah, Sam?”

“We like the drawing and the hearts and the name. It’s nice to see after we’d had a rough morning. All that classroom stuff can get to a kid and aliens are just what we need.”

He looked over their heads at Scully, who stood in the doorway, “did you pay them five more bucks to say that?”

Holding up her hand, “swear on the grave of Eugene Tooms, I had nothing to do with this part.”

Mulder believed her.

&&&&&&&&

Once everyone was tucked away, snoring, rolling or simply cuddling their stuffed friends, Scully crawled in beside Mulder, 10pm a God-send in every respect, “did you write all over the lunch bags again?”

“Even bigger than before … this time it was unicorns and flying saucers.”

She snuggled in beside him, one ear on children, one ear on his heart, “at least you have a theme.”

“Things you don’t believe in?”

“Things that kids love.”

Kissing the top of her head, “Wednesday will be dinosaurs and fairies.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts. Summer vacation starts Friday.”

Almost asleep, he felt her shift, sink lower in the mattress then mumble something. Picking his head up enough to hear her, “what?”

“Tomorrow we have to wedge ourselves on the lumpy sofa bed.”

He was slightly surprised at this. He figured he’d be leaving once Maggie came home, at least for the sleepover portion, “I get to stay here even with your mom back?”

God love her smile, he could feel it against his ribs, “only if you want to.”

“Hell, yes, I want to. I’d be pathetically lonely back at my place. I wouldn’t know what to do. I’d probably end up tripping on imaginary toys and talking to myself.”

“Lumpy sofa bed it is?”

“Lumpy sofa bed it is.”

Malec Fanfic: Forever?

Watching his son sleep, Alec is forced to face feelings he’s ignored about his mortality.

(I hope you all enjoy it. I’ve posted this other places but felt I should post it here as well)

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Alec was sitting next to his son’s bed. The boy had trouble sleeping. Alec loved his son; taking care of him wasn’t a chore. Thoughts of his younger brother flashed through his mind. His son’s namesake. Their parents’ gave the impression they were a burden. He’d never feel that way about his children.

Max Michael Lightwood-Bane was a year and a half. His birth mother abandoned him. The shadowhunter couldn’t understand how someone could leave their child. Alec tried to refrain from judgment; fear made people do strange things. When Max first called Alec, Dad, he was sure that his heart exploded. He couldn’t pronounce it properly, but that made it more endearing.

The intensity of love Alec felt for the little blueberry was overwhelming. Every smile brightened the room. His cries cut him to the bone. Max had Alec wrapped around his little blue finger. Warlocks had a way of worming their way into his heart.

One day, Alec would have to leave the two people he loved the most behind. He loved his siblings and parents, but this love was different. Izzy and Jace had lives of their own. They didn’t require his protection. Alec glanced down at boy sleeping next to him and knew he would destroy any soul who dared harm him. He didn’t like that 100 years from now he wouldn’t be around to protect his immortal son or his fiancé.

Max whimpered in his sleep. He was tossing and turning under the high thread count sheets Magnus insisted on. Only the best for their son. Alec picked the boy up into his arms letting the boy snuggle into his chest. He was sure the little warlock was trying to overwhelm him; like his magical father. Alec kissed Max’s forehead, lulling him to sleep in the oak rocking chair. A sad smile appeared on Alec’s lips.

“I don’t want to go,” Alec whispered to the sky.

Immortality was nothing new to him. He almost let it keep him from being with Magnus. Alec hated the idea of leaving Magnus one day but now that Max was in the picture; it hurt him even more. Max snuggled deeper into his father’s arms as if he could sense Alec’s distress. Alec let out an emotional chuckle.

“Don’t worry, blueberry. Dad will always be with you. I’m not sure how but I won’t leave you and Papa behind.”

The determination in his voice surprised Alec. He considered immortality when he realized how much he loved Magnus but told no one. The shadowhunter needed to bounce his thoughts off someone. Alec put Max back into his bed and grabbed his phone from his pocket. He walked towards the couch while he scrolled through his contacts. Who could he talk to?

As Alec sat on the couch he stopped on his sister’s name. Izzy always knew what to say; next to Magnus, she knew him better than anyone. Glancing at the clock, he decided to text her to make sure she was awake. She was a night owl from birth.

To Izzy: Are you busy? I need to talk to someone.

From Izzy: What’s up, Big Brother? Is something wrong with Max? Or Magnus?

To Izzy: Don’t worry. Nothing is wrong with your nephew. I was holding him and wait, can I call you? This is too important to message.

Alec answered the call the minute Izzy’s picture popped on his screen.

“Iz, thanks.”

“Alec, you’re my brother. One that never asks for help. Of course, I’d drop anything to help you. So, what is on your mind?”

Alec paused for a moment. This was an important topic. He wasn’t asking for a restaurant recommendation or suggestion for an anniversary gift.

“I want to become immortal,” Alec blurts out. He heard Izzy gasp in response. So much for finesse.

“Alec, this is big. You’ve never shown interest in immortality. Why now?”

He sighed, “I’ve had interest. I wasn’t sure if it was because of Magnus or something I wanted.”

“That doesn’t answer the question, why now? If you become immortal, you must watch the ones you love die.”

“I know that. Magnus doesn’t hold back when he talks about how hard it is to love mortals. I sit there and hold him, thinking how I never want to cause him that pain. I don’t know how to express the desire to stay by his side forever. He’d assume I was doing it for him. The fear I’d resent him,” He paused, “Izzy. Tonight, I was holding Max; looking into his adorable face. It was like a punch to the gut. I love him so much. I don’t want to leave them. How can I let Max love me knowing I’ll die? He’s been abandoned once already.”

Alec felt something wet fall on his hand. He brought one to his cheeks. Silent tears had breached his eyes, falling down leaving trails on his face.

“Alec, are you okay?” His sister asked.

“I’m not sure what to do, Izzy. I don’t want to leave them behind, but this is overwhelming.”

Izzy sighed, “Alec, you will hang up and go wake up your fiancé. You will tell him how you feel. If anyone can help you come to terms with possible immortality, it is Magnus.”

“I can’t do that to him. I can’t get his hopes up to only dash them later on.”

“Alec, what is winding you up? Are you afraid of watching us die?” She questioned.

Alec shook his head.

“Use your words, big brother. I can’t see you, remember?”

Alec took a deep breath, “No, I’m not afraid of that. I’m not looking forward to it but that isn’t my fear.”

“You’re making me work for it, aren’t you?”

“I don’t express my feelings well. Magnus is the only person who sees this side of me.”

“Alec, I love you. You are my big brother. I look up to you in every way. You love me without condition. You listened to me when I complained about mom’s disapproval. When I cried over a boy you held me and threatened to kill them. You were more of a parent to me than ours were, I never had to prove my worth to you. You’re always there for me and Jace. Let me return the favor.”

Alec smiled at the memories of his sister, “You always put me in my place. Izzy, you never needed me to protect you. You let me.”

Izzy prodded, “Talk Alec. I won’t judge you.”

“What if I become immortal and Magnus doesn’t love me anymore? The urgency to cherish every moment gone.”

“Alexander Gideon Lightwood. How could you think he’d fall out of love with you over immortality?” Izzy chided.

“He fell in love with a man with an expiration date. How can I be sure he’ll feel the same once it’s lifted?” Alec asked in a hushed tone.

“Talk to him, Alec. If that is the only thing stopping you then you need to talk to him. Magnus fell for you the minute he saw you. Plus, this isn’t something you need to decide tonight.”

Alec relaxed into the couch as he realized his sister was right.

“As always, you are right. Thank you for talking me down from a freak-out.”

Izzy laughed, “I’m always here for you. Go talk to that fiancé of yours.”

“Izzy, he is asleep. He took care of Max last night while I worked.”

“Go wake him up. This has been weighing on you for a while. He’ll understand. Goodnight, Alec,”

The click of the phone caused him to pull the device away from his ear. He knew he had to have this discussion, but that didn’t stop his trembling hands. Alec shook his body to rid himself of the nerves. Minutes passed before he walked towards their bedroom. He checked on Max who was sound asleep. The closer he got the bedroom door, the more his stomach turned in knots.

“Here goes nothing,” Alec said, pushing the door open.

Alec saw his fiancé under the sheets wearing one of his shirts. He would wear Alec’s clothes when he was away. Nothing was more beautiful than Magnus in his clothes. Magnus still made Alec’s breath catch in his throat. He made it to the edge of Magnus’ side of the bed and placed a hand his back.

“Babe, wake up,” Alec begged

Magnus opened his eyes, his eyelids heavy, but when his eyes met Alec’s, he sat up in bed.

“What’s wrong, Alexander? Is something wrong with Max? Did something happen?” Magnus confused by Alec’s silence continued to question, “Darling, what is going on?”

“I’m sorry to wake you, but I needed to talk. There’s something I’ve had on my mind and…” Alec looked down as he wrung his hands.

Magnus noticing the younger man’s nerves took one of Alec’s hands and kissed it when he brought it to his lips.

“Alexander, what is troubling you? You know you can always confide in me.”

Alec overpowered with emotion pulled Magnus into his arms. His grip tightened as Magnus squealed in shock. Magnus prodded,

“Sweetheart, you are worrying me. Please, Alexander, talk to me”

Alec buried his face into the crook of Magnus’ neck. Trying to memorize the feeling of having his fiancé in his arms. He felt as if Magnus was dematerializing from his grasp. He found the courage to speak.

“I don’t want to go, Magnus.”

“Alexander, forgive me. I don’t understand what you mean.”

Alec opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He could not say the words. Magnus kissed Alec’s head and ran a hand through his dark hair.

“Talk to me, angel.”

“Magnus, I don’t want to die and leave you and Max behind. I held him in my arms and realized; one day I won’t be here to protect him. I don’t want to go,” his breath hitched as he mumbled into Mangus’ shoulder, “I don’t want to leave.”

Magnus pushed Alec out of his arms, so he was able to look in Alec’s eyes, but he was avoiding the warlock’s gaze. Alec was gasping for air and tears were cascading down his cheeks. He was on the verge of a panic attack. Despite the painful reminder of Alec’s mortality, he grabbed Alec’s face with both hands. Hazel eyes leveled with his, nothing but fear written across them.

“Hey, Alexander, keep looking at me. Sweetheart. I won’t let you go. Breathe. Honey. Breathe for me. Shh, I’m right here. In and out, my angel.”

Alec’s breath evened out and Magnus brushed a few tears away with his thumb. He kissed Alec’s forehead hoping to calm him.

“That’s it, darling. My beautiful Alexander, now that you’ve relaxed a bit, care to elaborate? I know there is more on your mind.”

Alec nodded as Magnus released his face from hold, “You’re right. I have been thinking about my mortality. More so now that we’ve adopted Max. The concept of immortality never intrigued me until you came around. You’d never ask this of me but I’ve been thinking about becoming immortal. Not only for you but for our family.”

A sad smile appeared on Magnus’ face.

“The concept of immortality is alluring. Living forever without worry of lost time; that is until you watch your mortal friends die. Each person takes a piece of your heart when they go. Alexander, you don’t understand how lonely it is being immortal.”

It was Alec’s turn to wipe away a tear from his lover’s face.

“You had no choice, Magnus. I understand that, but I wouldn’t be alone. I’d have you, Max, and any other child we adopt. And I understand that immortal doesn’t mean invincible. I’ve had this on my mind for some time. I’m not saying tomorrow morning we set off on a quest to make me immortal. Can we at least continue to think about it?”

Magnus leaned into Alec, “Yes, we can, but you know that is may not be a possibility.”

“As long as I can say I did everything I could to stay with you. I could die without regret. Magnus, I love you and the family we are growing. I’m not delusional. The deaths of my siblings will hurt me regardless of my mortality. As a Shadowhunter, we knew the risk, but I wasn’t prepared for you. Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, knocked me off the path I set for myself and changed my life. The only fear I have is that your love will change if I do. Will you still feel as passionate about us when there isn’t an end?”

Alec felt a soft slap against his shoulder. He could not read the expression on Magnus’ face.

“Alexander Gideon Lightwood. If I had the chance to have you in my life forever, I’d never let you go. As you said, immortality does not equate to being invincible. I’d cherish each day with you as I do now.”

“Even if I forget to put my dirty clothes in the hamper?” Alec teased.

Magnus leaned in to kiss Alec. When he pulled away, “Yes, darling. Even if you can’t put your coffee cup in the sink. Or if you fail to notice my new highlights.”

Alec chuckled as Magnus came back for more, running a hand down Alec’s stomach until he reached his crotch. Alec moaned as Magnus smirked into his lips.

“Plus, if you think 60 years of sex with you is enough for me. Alexander, you are mistaken.”

Magnus was about to pull Alec on top of him when they heard,

“DA! PAPA!”

Alec called out, “Hold on, buddy. We are coming.”

“Cockblocked by my son. I thought it was a trait unique to your parabatai,” Magnus whined.

Alec stood up and held a hand towards his fiancé, “Come on. We will finish this discussion later. How about we battle Max’s nightmares together?”

Magnus smiled as he took Alec’s hand.

“Together. We make quite the team, don’t we?”

“We always have. I love you, Magnus”

“I love you too, Alexander.”

“Forever?”

“Forever”

So Close (part 1 of 5)

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: This started as a 4+1 setup on Lin asking you to marry him. It devolved into a study of a year plus some in a relationship, and how you can be so close to the end and yet so far in the blink of an eye.

Word Count: 6580 (oh god I’m so sorry)

Warnings: Medical speak (nothing too graphic), badly translated Spanish, some swears.

Notes:  I am not a medical professional, nor do I speak Spanish, nor have I ever been on Broadway. I put a lot of research into this stuff to make it seem as realistic as possible, but if you can tell me how to fix a situation or change a translation to make it better, please let me know, I’m happy to listen.

I took a lot of inspiration from random things, but I want to point out some of my sources, because they are important.

  • Favorite Human comes from “When You Come Home” by @teamgtnw Take the time to go read that, please, for me.
  • The Hamiltome gave me most of the original cast/crew names and timelines for when things happened (transfer to Broadway, opening night, etc.) I also heavily relied on the timeline on the Hamilton Wiki page.
  • One of the recurring quotes throughout this work comes from Peter Pan. Kudos if you know it.
  • Spanish translations are courtesy of Reverso Contexto. Better than Google, but I’m sure, not infallible. Let me know if I’m way off the mark.
  • Title comes from the Jon McLaughlin song of the same name. It is the over arcing theme song for this fic. Link

This is the first thing I’ve written in at least 5 years, and it’s the first thing I’ve written for a Broadway fandom in 10+ years. Please be kind.

Tags: @musicalmoriarty (my beautiful Goddess, thank you for being my cheerleader!) //// If you want to be tagged, just ask ☺

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Jealousy Pt 9

Word Count: 3347

A/N: haha, she didn’t delete this one in my French class! Enjoy guys, much love

Originally posted by tutorialesbelenn


Originally posted by phebobuffay

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    It was a quiet day in Riverdale, the rapids of Sweetwater River calmed to a slow and steady stream, the leaves on the trees stood calm, and the birds ceased their singing. All was oddly still, and no living and nonliving thing bothered to disturb it. Inside the Andrews house, Jughead sat writing on his laptop and Archie sat strumming his guitar, the boys were home alone due to Fred being out of town to meet with Archies mother. Together, the boys enjoyed the silence of the afternoon, that was until Jugheads phone rang loud, scaring the two boys half to death. Archie picked up Jugheads phone off the bed and looked at the caller ID, smiling softly to himself, it was Y/N. Sure, Archie was with Betty, but he couldn’t help but still have feelings for the y/h/c girl, and calls from her were rare these days, and no one had physically talked to her face to face considering what happened to her a few weeks ago. It didn’t deter her, the incident, she was still going as strong as ever to solve Jasons murder, but she hadn’t talked to anyone about what had happened in the school. She knew who killed Jason, everyone knew she did, she just needed more evidence, evidence that wasn’t purely circumstantial or just based off her word.

    Rumor was that she told Sheriff Keller who attacked her in the school that night, but he didn’t listen to her. He wrote it off as a ‘vision/hallucination based purely on adrenaline and fear’, and sent her on her way. Keller wouldn’t tell anyone who she had named the attacker, nor did he plan on it anytime soon. People were starting to think that he feared the murderer, of what this person could do. Around Riverdale, if you were of any higher status, you were now automatically a suspect.

    “Who’s calling me?” Jughead asked, snapping Archie out of thought.

    “Y/N.” he said, tossing the phone to the beanie-less boy. Jughead looked at the caller ID and his face lit up, she hadn’t called him in days, and he was getting worried. He swiped to answer it, and brought the phone to his head.

   “Hey Juggie.” Y/Ns voice rang through his ear, and he smiled.

    “Hey princess, how are you doing?” he asked.

    “A little sore, very tired, very hungry for a cheeseburger at Pops, and very much in need of a date. What do you say?” she asked hopefully, and Jughead chuckled.

    “Yeah, I’ll see if Dilton wants to join you there, I’m assuming you don’t have his number.” Jughead teased, and he heard a giggle on the other end.

    “Sounds good, why have a writer when you can have a boy scout. Maybe he’ll teach me how to shoot a gun.”

    “Or tie a knot.” Jughead said, earning another laugh from Y/N on the other side of the phone. “I’ll meet you there in 15, sound good?”

    “Only if Dilton is there.” She said, and Jughead rolled his eyes playfully.

    “Alright, see you then. Hey, Y/N, you remember that I-“ before he could finish the sentence, the phone beeped, signaling that Y/N had hung up. “love…you…” he mumbled to himself.

    “Love you too, bro.” Archie said teasingly, and Jughead rolled his eyes.

     “Not for you, Arch. That was for Y/N before she hung up on me.” He said, grabbing his beanie from the side table and putting it on.

    “Did she sound better?” Archie asked, wanting to make sure Y/N was alright.

    “She did, but then again, Y/N is a terrific actress and liar, so I doubt she’s okay. But I’ll find out for sure when I meet her at Pops.” Jughead said, and Archie nodded.

   “Please keep me updated.” Archie asked, and Jughead eyed him suspiciously.

   “You’re done with Y/N right, you know she’s with me, and I’m planning of having it that way for the rest of my life.” Jughead stated protectively, and Archie felt his heart drop a little bit, but he didn’t want to show it. He threw his hands up in surrender and gave a half-heartedly chuckle.

    “She’s one of my best friends Jug, I just want to make sure she’s alright. The whole town is on edge that she’ll be the next Jason Blossom, and I’m sure she thinks she will be too, just take care of her.” Archie said, sighing. Jughead nodded slightly and reached for his shoes.

    “I’m sorry, Arch. I don’t know what got into me there, I shouldn’t have started accusing you of things. You’re with Betty now, and I guess I just-“

    “You don’t have to explain yourself, just make sure she’s okay, please.” Archie said, and Jughead put his shoes on, making his way out of the room.

    “Always.” Jughead called, running down the stairs and out into the cold, autumn afternoon. He started walking down the street, his hands in his pockets and started thinking on how he was going to ask if she was alright. He knew it was going to be a sore subject, but he needed to know the details so he could put them in his book. He had been having such bad writers block, and he knew that if he only knew what happened in the school that night, it would add special, specific details that the story needed. He also wanted to know what happened to his girlfriend, he loved her and wanted to make sure she was alright, and wasn’t too traumatized. He was scared for her, and he was scared for the town. He turned the corner and started walking by Y/Ns apartment building, looking up to where her bedroom window was, and saw no one in there. She had beat him to Pops for sure.

    He made it to the brightly lit diner and opened the front door, looking around. He saw Y/N staring right at him, and she gave him a smile. He could tell it was forced though, he knew her well enough to know when she was upset. He made his way over to the booth and she stood, walking towards him as well. Jughead opened his arms, and she flew into them, wrapping her arms around his neck and he wrapped his around her waist, picking her up and holding onto her as tightly as he could.

    “I missed you.” She whispered, her voice muffled into his shoulder. “I love you.”

    “I’ve missed you too, more than you could know.” He said, putting her down on her own two feet and releasing her only slightly. She leaned up and kissed him, and he gladly kissed back, her hand coming up and holding his face. They finally broke apart and took a seat on one side of the booth, his arm draping across her shoulders and she snuggled into him. He gave her shoulders a squeeze, and she squeaked out in pain, making Jughead quickly retract his hand and look worriedly down at her.

    “Don’t worry about it.” She quickly said, looking up at the worried raven-haired boy.

    “No, I hurt you-“

    “it was an accident, my back is still a little sore from being used as make-shift whiteboard, that’s all.” She said, and he nodded slowly.

    “Is it healing nicely?” he asked, and she turned, lifted her shirt to show only the bottom half of her back. Jughead saw the marks of the cuts, the stitching they had to do were now gone and it was healing on its own, scarring over in some places.

    “I think I’m going to have the letters J.K permanently etched into my skin.” She half-heartedly joked, trying to make some light of her awful situation, but Jughead frowned, he could hear the hurt and sorrow behind her joke. She was going to forever be reminded of her traumatic experience because it was forever going to be a part of her back.

    “I’m sorry Y/N, I really-“

    “Don’t be, this is not your fault.” She quickly interrupted, and Jughead frowned even more.

    “If only I had gone with you, I could have protected you or-“

    “Jughead, this is not your fault, you couldn’t have done anything to protect me!” she snapped, and Jughead shut his mouth, silence falling in between them for a moment. “Juggie, if you try to protect me, you’re going to get hurt too. I can’t… I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you, you have so much to live for.” She whispered.

    “So do you.” He said quietly, and she shook her head.

    “I’m as good as dead, he made it quite clear of that in the school that night.” She quickly said, tears starting to form in her eyes.

    “What happened in there?” Jughead asked quietly, and she shook her head again. “Look, you don’t have to tell me, but you need to tell someone-“

    “I tried, I told Sheriff Keller and he called me delusional and a liar.” She spat, but Jughead wasn’t giving up.

    “I won’t though. I’m not a dick, at least not to you. I love you, Y/N, and I only want to help you, and it would help me, help you to know what happened in there.” He said softly, and she looked up at him, tears falling from her face now. She slowly nodded, and Jughead smiled softly, taking her hand in his and rubbing circles on her knuckles slowly.

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    “Let me go you ass!” Y/N sobbed, the door shutting behind her and a large figure stood before it. Y/N couldn’t help but cry, sure her life was complicated and kind of shitty, but she didn’t want to die. She had so much to live for, and now here she was, probably about to share the same fate Jason Blossom had come his way. “I swear to god if you don’t let me go, I’ll kick your fucking ass!” she spat, trying to stand. She wasn’t going to lie here and take it like a little bitch, she wanted to live and she was going to fight for it. The figure walked up to her and pushed her down, and she hit her head on a nearby desk, her head pounding. She heard as Betty banged on the door and yelled for her, but she couldn’t will herself to say anything, she just sat there and cried. The door opened again, and she saw the figure reach for Betty, but thankfully he didn’t catch hold of her. She heard running down the hall, and Betty calling for her, promising to send help and she watched as the figure ran after her.

    The person who had pulled her into there had left the door open, and Y/N stood to get out, she needed to get out. It was the only way she was going to survive. She pulled herself up, her head spinning and she felt as adrenaline and pain flooded her body, she stumbled towards the door, opening it all the way, and she started running for another exit. She made her way to the stairs and started climbing it, hoping to find the science classroom with the fire escape. Halfway up the stairs, she heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall to where the classrooms she was pulled into was, and she realized they were going to see she wasn’t in there. She climbed faster, stumbling on stairs until she made it to the top, her adrenaline starting to numb the waves of pain shooting through her. She stood mostly straight, and started down the science wing, looking for the room that would free her from the possibility of death. She finally found it, bursting through the door and running towards the window. She struggled to open it, but when she finally did, she swung one leg out and got ready to put her other one out as well, until she was grabbed by the waist and pulled into the classroom.

    “Let me go before I fucking hurt you!” she screamed, flailing around and the person dropped her, freeing her from his grasp. She ran over to where a scalpel was lying next to a dead frog, and grabbed the sharp knife, holding it up to her attacker. The large figure slowly approached her, and she held it up higher. “Don’t get any closer, or I swear to god I will-“ before she could finish her sentence, the figure jumped towards her, and she swung her arm, cutting the attacker with the knife and earning a loud grunt from the man. He quickly ripped the scalpel from her hands, and she went to run, but he caught hold of her shirt and yanked her back.

    “Oh no you don’t, Clifford won’t like it if I let you go.” He growled, throwing her to the ground.

    “Clifford Blossom?” she asked, trying to get back up. “Is that who killed Jason, his dad? What the fuck is wrong with that family!” she yelled, again making her way towards the door, this time successfully. She threw a desk behind her to slow her attacker down and flew down the flight of stairs, making her way to the exit where she guessed Betty had left. She was so close, but a yank of her shirt brought her back to the ground again. The man climbed on top of her, pinning her stomach down to the cold tile, lifting her shirt up on her back. She felt the cold metal of the scalpel against her skin, the sharp edge dragging ever so slightly.

    “You’re going to give a message to those people out there, and then you’re next. Clifford will know soon you know too much, nothing will be able to save you after that. I’ll take some pity and let you say goodbye to those you love, but just know your precious life will soon be over.” He growled, digging the scalpel deeper into her skin, causing her to cry out.

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    Y/N shook with fear, the tears falling from her eyes and her voice cracking as she did her best to recall that night at the school to Jughead. She looked up and noticed the whole diner listening to story, people were looking sympathetically at her, others were looking skeptical. Jughead stood from the booth and pulled Y/N out as well, bring her into his side and protected her from the glares and stares of the Riverdale civilians. They walked out of the diner and she calmed herself down, the pain in her back stinging her slightly. They walked in silence for a few minutes, the only sound was the crunching of leaves under their feet and the occasional sniffle from Y/N.

    “I-I can’t even imagine what you’re going through…” Jughead started, and she looked up at him. “That’s-that is an awful thing to go through, and I swear on my life I’m going to help you-“

    “Juggie please don’t.” Y/N said, looking away from the boy, realizing she was in front of Archies house.

    “I’m not kidding, and you can’t talk me out of this. I love you, Y/N, a lot. More than I know how to explain, more than I could even fathom someone loving another person, and there is no way in hell I’m letting anything else happen to you.” He said, practically pleading with Y/N to let him help. She looked back up at him, and tears were running down his face, and her heart broke.

    “I can’t let you do that, you’re going to get killed if you help me! What am I supposed to do if you die, Jughead? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself knowing it was my fault, and I sure as hell wouldn’t be able to live without you. I love you too, more than anyone in this whole damned word could comprehend, and because of that I need you to know that I’m doing this on my own.” She argued, her hand reaching up to wipe the tears from his face, but Jughead quickly grabbed her hand, pulling her into him as his lips crashed with her own. His other hand flew around her waist, pulling her flush into his body, and she felt as his hand at her waist slowly moved lower. He started to walk, pushing Y/N backwards until her back hit the front door to the Andrews home, and he removed his hand from her lower back to open the door, causing her to stumble in, her lips never leaving his though.

    While Y/N was a stumbling mess, Jughead stood tall and strong, his hand flying to her wrist and he pulled away from her. The door closed behind them as he pulled her upstairs to Archies room, checking to make sure he wasn’t in there before he pulled Y/N in. She closed the door behind her and turned to face Jughead, and he pushed her up against that door as well. “I’m protecting you, because I love you. This is not up for discussion, am I clear?” he asked lowly, and Y/Ns voice was caught in her throat. She nodded slowly, leaning up to kiss Jughead again, but he backed up slightly, pushing her back into the door. “Am I clear, yes or no.” he said, smirking down at her. “Use your words.”

    “Y-yes. Very clear.” She stuttered out, and Jughead have a low chuckle.

    “You promise not to argue about this later?” he asked, and she rolled her eyes, still out of breath.

    “I can’t make any promises I can’t keep, I’m stubborn you know?” she teased, and he crashed his lips onto hers again. Her hand flew up to the nape of his neck, pulling on the raven curls that sat just below the edge of his beanie, which she quickly took off. Just before things got more heated, Y/N heard the front door downstairs slam, and she pushed Jughead off of her, straightening her hair before she turned to open the bedroom door. Just as it opened, she saw a very panicked Archie standing and out of breath.

    “You-Your apartment!” he stuttered, and she looked at him confused.

    “What about it?” she asked, worry starting to set in.

    “It’s on fire!” he yelled, and Y/N didn’t waste any more time, flying down the stairs and out the front door, ignoring Jugheads yelling behind her. She ran all the way to her apartment building and froze as she saw flames spilling from her home.

     She ran up the steps to her front door, ignoring the yelling of the fire department and the police who stood also observing. She opened the front door and watched as her living room burned, and she noticed the pictures on the walls that her and Archie were admiring just weeks before as they burned as well. She looked to the wall next to it and saw in red spray paint, ‘Next Time, You’ll Be The One Swallowed In Flames’ She went to go step in, but a pair of arms grabbed her by the waist and pulled her away from the deadly flames, and she heard screaming and crying but she couldn’t tell if it was coming from her, and all of life was moving in slow motion.

    As she was being dragged down the stairs, she felt as if her life was burning away. Her new beginning was up in flames and was soon to be no more, and it crushed her, made her feel empty. All the pictures and memories she had saved in there, the whole new beginning she had built for herself was now ruined. For the rest of the night Y/N sat in front of her burning building and watched as all of her hard work and courage turned to ash, Jughead and the others by her side. She wasn’t going to be pushed over, not anymore, she wasn’t going to die without putting up a fight. They could take her home, but sure as hell they weren’t going to take her life, shit just got super personal.

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Hoddie

@destielshipper222 said:

Hello there! I see you’re taking requests. I was wondering if you could to a SamxReader where she finds a kitten on the side of the road and wants to bring it home. Dean isn’t too happy but Sam thinks it would help with her anxiety and their PTSD after hunts? Fluff and Sammy/kitty cuddles? Thank you! ❤️ AKF

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Warnings: PTSD symptoms, Dean doesn’t like cats. Fluff. Kittens.
Word counting: 700 and something


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Originally posted by pastelpantherx


You stared down at your hand for a long moment as the warmth spread all over the kitchen air and the coffee machine work.

“Hey.” Sam entered the room, watching as you poured some of the coffee into your mug.

“Hey.” You muttered. 

“I missed you in bed. Can’t sleep?” He kissed your forehead. 

“Nightmares.” You groaned. 

He sighed. 

You were one to have nightmares all the time, and Sam was always worried about you. 

“We’re out of coffee.” You noticed. 

“I…”

“I go.” You interrupted him. “It’s okay.”

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anonymous asked:

can you do a blurb where you have begun dating Niall you volunteered to babysit freddie and everything is fine with you and freddie at first but its all gone crazy after a while and your freaking out cause you don't want louis or even niall to think you screwed up?? All these baby blurbs i NEED one where you are babysitting freddie for the first time pleaseeeee???? I love your writing!!!

Could you do a blurb about you and Niall being really close friends and he is babysitting either Freddie or Liam’s baby and asks you to keep him company and watch the kids with him and then he sees you interacting with the kids and realizes he is in love with you?

A/N: This isn’t edited - at all.  I got these two requests and sort of combined them.  Ended up being kind of a friends to lovers.  But all fluff.  Fluffiest fluff.  Enjoy!!!


Babysitter’s Club

The wailing starts back up the minute you sit down on the couch.  Freddie’s baby monitor lights up, and you pull yourself up to check the small, black and white screen.  Louis had warned you that he was teething, and you’d assured him you could handle it.  Niall seemed a little more reluctant to believe the brave face you were putting on, but that still didn’t stop him from hopping in the front seat of Louis’ Range Rover to head out to some charity luncheon.  If you and Niall hadn’t been such close friends for so long, you probably would’ve been better at pretending to know what to do with a baby.  If you hadn’t been in love with Niall for so long, you probably wouldn’t have agreed to help him out by babysitting for his mate’s one year old either.  But, alas, here you are.  And you are in way over your head.


You collect some of the supplies Louis had set out for you and trundle back up the stairs to the nursery.  According to the schedule Louis has typed out for when Freddie is at his house, he should be taking at least a 2 hour nap right now.  You don’t know a lot about babies, but you do know that if they’re sleep schedule gets screwed up, their whole night is going to be a disaster.  You tiptoe into the nursery and find Freddie with his fat little hands gripping onto the side of the crib.  His cheeks are wet from the crocodile tears spilling from his bright blue eyes.  You’ve measured out the exact amount of infant tylenol into a dropper, and have a warm sippy cup of milk on stand by.  You scoop him out of his crib and settle into the plush glider in the corner of the serene room.  Freddie squirms a bit, still a little unsure of you, but happy to be in someone’s arms nonetheless.  “I know, I know.  Babies can smell fear.  Your Uncle Niall told me.”  Freddie blinks up at you and kicks his chubby legs out.  You dribble the tylenol into his mouth, thanking God and whoever else is listening that he takes it without a fuss.  Curling your legs underneath your bum, you pull a small blanket from the basket next to the chair and get settled in with Freddie snuggled in your arms.  He’s happily sucking on the sippy cup and your stress level is rapidly going down with the soft suckles and coos coming from this precious baby.  

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Making Magic (Bucky)

this is a lovely and kinda ambigious in a good way request from a member of the skele club, @skeletoresinthebasement

pretty average WARNINGS, which are swearing and mentions of sex and lots of overreactions 


You couldn’t help yourself. Maybe it was the party, maybe it was the lights or the alcohol. Perhaps the mood, the crazy feeling in the air, or just that you were tied of stopping yourself. But somehow, you’d ended up here, straddling Buckys hips, your ass on his thighs and his palms on your ass.

“Come on, doll.” He rasped, his stubble scratching against the soft skin of your jaw in a way that made you shiver. Your palms slid down his shouders, fiddling with the belt of his jeans and you felt his stomach jump with his breath.

“Okay.” You whisper and his eyes darken, and you can’t help yelping in surprise as he suddenly pushes to his feet, his hands holding you against him and your legs tightening automatically. “Oh my God.”

“Don’t wear the words out yet.” He teases in your ear and you giggle, clutching him as he carries you from the flashing lights and crowd, and back to his room. 


Tiptoeing from the room, you curse internally, trying to find as much of your outfit as you could before you scarpered from the room and bolted for your own.

“You make me sick, who has sex with their co-worker, their friend, the person they have a mission with in two days. The only buffer for the sexual and whatever emotion tension is left over after this shock exit is Peter. Peter.” You growl to yourself as you go through what you managed to save from his room. Dress, check. Shoes, check. Hair clips, stuck in your birds nest so check. Bra, wasn’t wearing one. Panties? You sigh a furious breath, trying to maintain control. Gone. “Do you hate children? Do you hate Peter? What is wrong with you? You make me ill. Christ help you. And your, where are my panties!”

Furiously, you kick the dressing table beside you, screeching just as loud as your previous roar.

“There’s seriously something wrong with me.” You whine softly, avoiding looking at your foot as you strip down again and crawl across your sheets. Inhaling a stuttering breath, you squeeze your eyes closed and try to sleep.


“Wake up! You have a physical in an hour and Bruce sent me.” Natasha shouts, her fist banging on your door furiously and you groan softly. Blinking through the crust around your eyes, you stumble toward the door, sheet barely covering you and swing it open an inch.

“I’m awake.” You croak, your voice breaking and you frown at the sound. Wow. Last night was wilder than you remember.

“It was a ploy. I’m coming in.” Natasha smirks, shoving through the door and you hiss, leaping out of the way just in time an barely managing to keep your already hurt foot from more damage. “We all saw you leave like a koala last night, show me yourself.”

You groan, holding out the arm that isn’t holding up your sheet and waving it toward your body.

“I can’t make fun of your exit.” She observes, biting her lip and smirking. She glances at the closed door before returning her gaze to you. “Why’re you here?”

“Because I’m a f*cking idiot.” You shrug, limping into your bathroom and leaning over the sink. Natasha snatches the sheet from you as you pass her and all you can do is sigh in response. Splashing water on your face, you scrub as much of last nights makeup off as you can and glower at your reflection. “I slept with a co-worker and I have a mission with him tomorrow.”

“Not if you don’t pass the physical.” Natasha cuts in and you groan. You don’t glance down at your foot, but it hasn’t much touched the ground since you woke up.

“What’re they going to do? Change me out and upset the roster? No way. Not send me? Not with Peter on board.” You grumble, shooing her backwards and closing the door to a crack. “I’m peeing.”

“Sure.” Natasha laughs, “And of course they wouldn’t send you if you weren’t perfect. But you are perfect, so I hope you’re excited.”

“Have you seen him? Seen Steve maybe?” You mutter, rising and washing your hands before glancing around the bathroom for your toothbrush.

“Nope, though I kind of wish I had. I came here before I went to his room, I had a feeling you’d flee.”

“I better than fled. I bolted. I galloped. I… What’s a word for when a plane goes faster than the speed of sound and makes a sonic boom? Flew doesn’t really work.” You frown, shoving the toothbrush in your mouth.

“Doesn’t matter, I have the picture.” Natasha shrugs, pushing the door open. “Wait… Your ass.”

You glance back, only to gape. Whipping around, you stare at Natasha, your mouth open and foam coating your lips. Her lips twitch, her eyes sparkling.

“He spanked me.” You whisper, toothpaste spit flying from your mouth.

“Hard, it looks like.” She snickers and you groan, your head falling backwards and the toothbrush return to your mouth. “You didn’t feel it?”

“I haven’t sat down yet! I slept on my tum.” You moan, washing the foam from your mouth and groaning.


“Anything you wish to declare?” Bruce teases lightly, and you groan, grinning all the same. Helen Cho stands to his left, and your specialized doctor, Melissa, on her left.

“I kicked my foot. And last night I was thoroughly spanked. That’s all I can think of.” You mutter, shifting uncomfortably on the examination table and Melissa snickers, covering her mouth with her clipboard.

“Um…” Bruce coughs, shaking his head before refocusing on you. “Let’s see your foot then.”

You grin at the exasperation on his face and proffer your aching foot, the one you have pointedly not looked at.

“Christ, Y/N.” Helen hisses, her gentle hands taking control from Bruces and you wince, still glaring at the wall to your right. “What’d you do, slam it in a door seven times?”

“How about kicked a dresser in a fit of embarrassed rage?” You offer pathetically and Melissa clucks at you, all three of them combining their disapproval and disappointment till it fills the room. Hell, you can practically smell it. Smells like a hospital examination room. “Sorry.”

“She can’t go.” Melissa sighs, and your head jerks toward the three of them, their expressions as if she just said what they were all thinking.

“No, I have to go!” You cut in, a deep fear filling you that this is just the beginning. One missed mission, a few missed breaifings, one sex scandal and suddenly the recipe is done and you’re out. “I need to be there.”

“Steve can go.” Bruce pipes up, eyeing the chart in his hand and you don’t know what to do. None of them look at you, the sense of foreboding building in you.

“I have to go!” You snap, but their eyes pass over you as if you’re not even there. “Please.”

“It’s not happening, Y/N.” Helen orders, her voice the final word and you shrink, tears filling your eyes.

“Someone will be in shortly, we have paperwork to do.” Melissa sighs, exiting with the other two on her heels and your hands shake as you pat your pockets and fish out your phone.

“Natasha? They won’t let me go.”


“You seriously purposely hurt yourself so you wouldn’t have to face me?” Bucky snaps from the doorway and you cringe, glancing around the stark room for an exit he isn’t blocking.

“I didn’t- I wasn’t trying to- It was an accident.”

“Which part?” He snarls, his voice a breath and you wince, not meeting his eyes.

“All of it?” You ask and he growls, shaking his head furiously.

“I honestly- F*ck, Y/N.” He snarls, forcing you to meet his eyes for half a second before he’s storming out the door.

Something splats on your hand and you realize you’re crying.


“They’re due back.” Natasha warns you, setting a bowl of popcorn in your lap and you groan softly, staring at the white puffs.

“I’m a bit of a dick, aren’t I?” You sigh, shoving a handful of popcorn in your mouth and chewing unhappily. “Me, takes the hottest guy I know to bed, whom I’ve wanted to bed forever, and then I turn it into a fiasco. No, no, wait. Me, beds this guy, but also wants to adore this guy, snuggle this guy, Netflix and chill with this guy, eventually buy a kitten with this guy and slowly make this guy fall in love with me, but then I run away and make a dick of myself.”

Natasha stares at you, rolling her eyes. “Please, talk to Sam about how to use a meme cause you’re doing it wrong.”

“Screw you.” You mutter bitterly, shoving another handful in your mouth. “But in all seriousness. I really wanted him and then my brain exploded or something? Did I have a mental break? Did I get dicked down so well that I went momentarily loopy?”

Someone snorts from the doorway and you jerk around, your jaw dropping at the sight of Steve, Bucky and Peter standing in the doorway. Peter grins widely, his cheeks red and Buckys lips are curled angrily.

“Close your mouth.” Natasha mutters and your teeth clack together at the speed you shut your jaws, twisting hurriedly back to the way you were facing. Red climbs your face but you keep your expression blank.

“Nice work, man.” Steve murmurs and Natasha snickers, a soft groan escaping you despite yourself.

“Please murder me, before I say anything more.” You plead, Natasha laughing like the malevolent goddess she is.

“Not today.” She chuckles, scooping up her bowl of popcorn and heading for the door, or so you assume because you’re specifically not looking in that direction.

Scuffling sounds beside you and Bucky appears at your side.

“Wanna talk?” He mutters bitterly and you hiss a breath.

“Please, you don’t have to.”

“I really do.” He sighs, jerking his head toward the door where Steve has his arms crossed and a dark look to his expression.

“Oh.” You mumble, rubbing your temples before gesturing to Natashas seat. “I must say, I handled this poorly. Worse than poorly, I handled it like a doctor during plague times. And I’m sorry.”

He smirks, only to frown and pull his lips back into a tight line. “That’s about right.”

“I didn’t mean for any of it to happen.” You start, groaning as his expression shutters. “No, no, I meant for it to happen, but not… If it happened ever, I expected less drunken hookup circumstances and more long time friends giving in to desire and realizing they’re fantastic together circumstances.”

Bucky rubs his mouth roughly, not hiding his smile well enough and you try not to let it go to your head.

“Long time friends giving in to desire?” He asks softly and you groan, rubbing your eyes.

“You spanked me.” You hiss, glancing over your shoulder at Steve who stands facing into the hallway.

“I know.” He whispers back, sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, poking your tongue at him.

“I mean, I had to sit through a physical and then sit through getting a cast on my broken foot.” You hiss and he smirks, pride filling his eyes. “It really hurt!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have messed up your foot then.” He shrugs and you narrow your eyes on him, anger rising in you.

“You caused that!” You accuse and he scoffs, giving you a look like you need to get real.

“How?”

“You and your stupid magical dick is how.” You snarl, startling a laugh from him, and you flush with pride at the sight of it.

“Me and my magical dick are sorry, then.” He teases and you brighten further, your chin tilting up.

“I am also sorry, though my privates haven’t received any compliments so… Yeah.” You shrug and he chuckles, sighing.

“Trust me, you’re magic too.” He promises, voice sultry and you nod easily.

“Thought so.”

“So… Maybe we could try this again?” He asks hesitantly and you chew your lip, staring at the pillow between the two of you.

“I hope so.”


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Never Before (NSFW 18+)

A/N: I didn’t proof this so sorry. Assassin is coming, promise.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3309

Originally posted by dylanobriengirl

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War of Hearts
         - Part II


word count : 3 031
*not my gif
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Y/N and Kai walked down the street , only now realising they had no idea where they were. It wasn’t Mystic Falls or her home town (Grove Hill) , that was for sure.
“We are in ATLANTA ?! How did we end up here ?” Y/N wondered out loud , looking at her phone’s GPS. It was barely 6PM.
Y/N glanced at Kai who was looking nervously around.
“Don’t worry , we’ll get to New Orleans in time for Thanksgiving dinner.” she said , squeezing lightly his shoulder. “You are not missing your favorite holiday..”
“It’s not that. I’m hungry … like hungry.
“Ohh…”
Y/N put her phone in the backpockets of her jeans and took Kai’s hand leading him into one of the small streets near by. She hadn’t realised it has been almost a day since the last time they fed.
“Put your arms around me.”
“What?” Kai asked confused.
“Just go with it okay… There is some event going on down the street. We need to blend in.”
Kai did as asked trying not to think about how good it felt to put his arms around her that way. They entered the crowd faking smiles , Y/N looked around the crowd and then saw exactly what they needed.
“There. You see them?” she said in low voice , loud enough for only Kai to hear. He followed her gaze seeing a guy trying to convince a girl , who clearly felt uncomfortable , to go home with him. “Let’s go.”
Y/N took Kai’s hand and pushed their way through the crowd.
“Hey guys. Nice party isn’t it?” Y/N said smiling excitedly , then suddenly turned towards the girl grabbing her shoulders. “Go home , sweetie.”
“I’ll go home.” the girl repeated in unison and walked away from them.
“What the hell was that ? I was just about to -”
The guy protested but Y/N didn’t give him a chance to.
“Oh but I thought we could have some fun.” Y/N said with a smile , biting her lower lip watching the guy choke from the surprise. Kai was wondering where Y/N was going with this , and as if she knew what he was thinking she glanced at him giving him a small wink. Y/N looked around noticing a small dark alley nearby and she basically pushed the guy in there , pulling Kai behind her. “Don’t move or scream.”
Y/N held the guy by the shoulders and in a second flash she sank her teeth into his neck only getting a taste before turning towards Kai who’s eyes were wide and dark with hunger. Kai looked at her , blood lightly dripping down her chin. He reached for her , wiping some of the blood with his thumb trying to fight the urge to kiss her. Their eyes met for a second and Kai nearly leaned in , except the guy groaned behind them in the exact same moment returning him to reality.
“This is going to be fun.” he muttered to himself , seeing the corners of Y/N’s mouth twitch.
Kai felt his fangs come out , his vampirism take over and sank his teeth into the guy’s neck. In all his time since he had turned , there had been barely two or three times he had fed directly yet somehow this time felt different. He could feel Y/N’s eyes on him the entire time. Maybe that’s why.
“Listen to the heartbeat , Kai. It will tell you when to stop.”
Kai tried to listen to the heartbeat as she said , but he was getting distracted , holding onto the guy’s shoulders draining an artery after artery. He felt someone’s hands on his shoulder. A wave of shock washed over him realising who it was and he pulled away from the guy the same second.
“I … I don’t …” he stammered , glancing between the guy’s body on the floor and Y/N’s eyes. He didn’t want Y/N to see this side of him , the murderous ‘not going to stop because I like it’ side.
“It’s OK. Actually you did pretty good. You didn’t kill him , he is just about to pass out from the blood loss..”
Y/N gave him a smile , kneeling down to the guy and feeding him some of her blood. He was still concious , his heart beat slowly returning to normal.
“Leave and forget about this.”
The guy got up and left as if nothing had happened. Y/N got up placing a hand on Kai’s chest for a moment. He looked startled , afraid to look at her. He wanted so badly for things to work out , for him to have her as a friend at least. He didn’t want to disappoint her in any way. Y/N cupped his face.
“Hey. You did better than me the first time I tried. Klaus had to snap my neck to stop me from finishing the guy off.” she laughed nervously. “You will get better at it and I am pretty sure you will end up having better control than I ever did.”
“I somehow doubt that.” Kai said with a small smile. “I’ll try on my own now..”
Y/N nodded , wiping some of the blood from Kai’s chin , remembering the first time they had met and how different he had been back then. He was trying to be better , she just couldn’t figure out why.

Later that night they compelled themself a car and headed for New Orleans. Kai and Y/N spent their first night back in the real world under the stars , with the car parked on the side of the road. They lay on the blanket pointing at the sky. Turned out Y/N knew pretty much all constellations. Kai was too busy looking at her instead of the sky. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her as a friend. Her eyes sparkled in the darkness and she rarely stopped smiling. Even when Y/N was being serious about something , there was a smile on her face. If he had met her under different circumstances , he probably would’ve said she is annoyingly positive about everything. One thing had become clear to him during that first day - he loved her even more.
Y/N rested her head on Kai’s chest.
“You will love Klaus and I know he will love you. He has a little bit of a temper but other than that he is very kind and loving.”
“What about the rest of his family ? What are they like ?” Kai asked curious. He had heard stories about them from Damon a long time ago , but he trusted Y/N’s opinion way more.
“I don’t really know. I’ve met his brother Elijah but the rest of his siblings were daggered at the time.” Y/N yawned at the last words and snuggled closer to Kai who awkwardly put his arms around her.
“Get some sleep , I’ll … I’ll watch over you.”
“What would I do without you ?” she mummbled slowly drifting into sleep.


The next day right after sunrise , they got on the road. Y/N decided to drive seeing how Kai hadn’t slept the entire night. He seemed weird when she had woken up this morning , not taking his eyes off her for a second. Around 5PM they finally got to New Orleans. They parked the car a few streets away from the compound and slowly made their way down the crowded streets. Y/N nearly danced on the way there , holding Kai’s had who couldn’t help but smile the whole way there. Somehow Y/N had found her way into his bloodstream and he loved her more with every passing moment. Though he was still scared she might change her mind and leave him. The entire night he had spent watching her sleep , stroking her hair and lightly brushing her cheeks with the back of his hand.In her sleep she snuggled even closer to him and a few times mumbled something in her sleep he couldn’t quite understand. When the sun had started to come up , he wished the night had never ended. He just wanted them to stay together , just the two of them … forever.
Kai and Y/N walked into the compound - someone had spent their time decorating the place for the holiday.
“I’ll be right back.” Y/N said whooshing away for a second to the bathroom.
Kai put his hands in his pockets , looking around - there was a large table set up with decorations and everything. He took a few steps towards it , picking up a cornucopia decoration from the table , checking it out , a smile on his face.
‘Cool.’ he mouthed.
“Who might you be ?” said a male voice with an accent making Kai glance in the direction of the voice. From the description Y/N had given him , this must be Klaus Mikaelson. Kai turned around , outstretching his hand to shake the stranger’s.
“OH Hello… I’m Kai … Parker. I’m with -”
“KLAUS !” Y/N screamed excitedly running and jumping into Klaus’ arms. Both of them laughing.
“Welcome home , little wolf.” said Klaus unable to keep the smile off his face. “I see you brought a gentleman home.. Your boyfriend I assume ? Has he been keeping you away from us ?”
“I wish …” Kai muttered to himself , Klaus glancing at him tho Y/N didn’t seem to hear his comment. She was too busy smiling , laughing and hugging two strangers that had appeared dowstairs a few moment after Klaus. The strangers seemed to be a couple. The guy was wearing a suit and had his hand wrapped around the girl’s waist. Y/N jumped up towards Kai with a smile on her face.
“Klaus , Elijah … Hayley.” she said lightly bumping her shoulder against Kai’s. “This is Malachai. He is a hybrid too , a vampire / witch hybrid…and no , he is not my boyfriend. We are just friends.”
“Best friends.” Kai corrected her , shaking hands with Elijah and Hayley.
“Yeah.The bestest of best friends.” she said kissing him on the cheek.
Klaus kept glancing from Y/N to Kai , his hands crossed on his chest and he smiled at them while shaking his head.
“Fascinating. You can tell us the story during dinner. I want to hear every detail. And your return demands celebration. We are throwing you a party … Tomorrow.”


Thanksgiving dinner had went well , sort of. Klaus kept eyeing Y/N and Kai. They told Klaus , Elijah , Hayley and Freya their story after Hope had gone to bed , not wanting to scare her. Kai seemed tense at first but as the evening went on he relaxed , specially after none of the Mikaelson’s judged him for what he had done. They were nice and even told him he can stay and live there with them. Kai had gotten his own room which was only down the hall from Y/N. He didn’t want to spend the night away from her , but was too nervous to say something unsure how the Mikaelson’s would react. Last thing he wanted was to get her family upset with him. His fears however turned out to be completely unfounded because around midnight , Y/N opened his bedroom door and walked inside.
“What ? You didn’t think I’d let you spend the night alone did you ?” she said smiling , carefully closing the door behind her. Y/N had seen Kai’s face when he realised he’d have to spend the night alone and knew how much he hated being alone , so she decided to go spend the night with him.
Kai grinned when she tossed herself on to the bed next to him.
“Won’t Klaus be angry ? I don’t want to see his bad side.” he swallowed hard. “
“He won’t.” she said turning on her side until she faced him. “So ? What do you think ? Aren’t they the best !”
Kai turned on his side too , his hand under his head. He sighed. “Yes , they are. And Klaus’ daughter .. Hope ? She is something special. No one has ever wanted to sit on my lap or play with me or anything… I like her.” he smiled.
“Yeah , she is the cutest…and I think she likes you. I am afraid I got some competition there.” she winked at him.
Kai laughed trying not to read anything into her coment. It was just who Y/N was. “No competition , sweetheart.” he said softly , watching her slowly drift into sleep.


The next morning Y/N woke up alone in Kai’s bedroom. She quickly went to take a shower and change in her room before tiptoeing downstairs and seeing the table from the evening before covered with all kinds of pastry. Literally mountains of them.
“These look so delicious. Which bakery is missing a compelled baker today?”
Klaus gave her a sideways smirk seeing her excitement. Y/N took a schtrudel from one of the platters. “Where’s Kai ?”
“He went out to grab a snack. He is quite charming , your friend.” said Klaus. “I like him…He is good for you.”
Y/N froze for a second. “What do you mean ?”
“Nothing. Kai balances you out - you are too good for your own good sometimes.”
Klaus gave her a knowing look and Y/N suddenly felt uncomfortable. What he said was true…and a part of her liked Kai and wanted him to be a little more than a friend to her but she knew if he felt something for her , he’d let her know. Or at least she hoped so.
“Can we keep the party small ? Please ?”
“Nonsense. I am throwing you the biggest , loudest party New Orleans have ever witnessed.” Klaus got up from his chair , walking across to her kissing her forehead before he headed for the basement door. “Time you meet the rest of the family , love.”
A few minutes passed and she reached for another of the pastries - a braid sugar covered pastry with creamy filling.
“MMMmmm those are the best..” she mummbled to herself as she reached for another.
Someone covered her eyes with their hands. Y/N could feel the person’s breath on her neck. The touch seemed familiar , very familiar.
“Kai?”
Kai wrapped his arms around her from behind giving her a hug. He looked happy and excited, she hadn’t seen him this happy ever. Her heart skipped a beat seeing his smile.
“Right on the first guess ! Did you see me coming or something ?”
“Nope. I just knew. Want a bite ?” Y/N asked , holding out the cream filled pastry out for him. He took a bite , his eyes getting a little wider.
“Wow that’s amazing ! Which one is it ?” Y/N pointed at the platter and he got his own, sitting on the chair next to her. “This town is awesome..and great news - I fed and the girl didn’t pass out , though her knees seemed a little weak at first. I compelled her and sent her on her merry way.”
Y/N punched him playfully on the shoulder trying not to think about whoever that girl has been. “See ? I told you you’ll get the hang of it !”
“Yeah… Hey do you want to go out for lunch ? There is this place like 3 or 4 blocks away. It’s not big but I think you might like it.” said Kai nervously. “They have this avocado thing you seem obsessed with..”
“I better stop eating all this pastry then.” she said smiling at him.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes.” Y/N laughed.


When Y/N and Kai came back to the compound that afternoon , they found it completely transformed. Klaus hadn’t spared any expense - there were flowers , balloons and even a stage for a live band.
“Oh my God …” Y/N stopped a few steps inside , turning around taking everything in. “I told him to keep it small. Should’ve known better he’d do the opposite.”
Y/N covered her face with her hands , sneaking a peek through her fingers at Kai’s expression and then around the room again. Kai’s face was a mix of suprise , shock and a hint of terror imagining how many people might be invited to the party. She turned around buring her face in Kai’s chest for a moment. “I’m sorry. I know you don’t like crowds… I’ll talk to him get him to -”
“What are you talking about ? It’s your party. It should be about what you want. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”
“But thats what I want - a small party. Just you , Klaus and his siblings. No one else.”
Kai suppressed a smile and started saying something but in that exact moment Klaus walked in , three unfamiliar faces following him closely. Y/N’s eyes widened a little and a smile spread across her face.
“I’d like you to meet the rest of my siblings.” said Klaus. “That’s Finn … he is boring.” (Finn made a face at Klaus’ comment and then went to shake hands with Y/N and Kai.) “My other brother Kol and that’s Rebekah and Freya , who you already know.”
The girls gave Y/N a hug. Kol however took Y/N’s hand and leaned in kissing her knuckles.
“Kol Mikaelson. Where has my brother kept you hidden all this time ?” he said not taking his eyes off hers. Y/N’s cheeks flushed.
For some reason this bothered Kai so much , he found his hands had been balled into fists without he had even realised it. Then there was Klaus’ sister Rebekah who to him seemed nicer than everyone along with her sister Freya. Kai already liked them more than anyone.
“Who’s your handsome friend ? Is he your boyfriend ?” Rebekah wondered.
The corner’s of Kai’s mouth twitched for a moment.
“I’m Kai. Nice to meet you…and I’m not her b-boyfriend.” said Kai , waiting to shake Rebekah’s hand , instead she gave him a hug.
“It’s her loss.” she whispered to in his ear.
Kol suddenly looked more than excited about tonights party. He put his arm on her shoulders.
“Tonight is going to be so much fun , darling.” he said , his gaze falling on Kai and as if to annoy him more , Kol pulled Y/N even closer to him. “I’ll make sure of it.”


MASTERLIST March / April 2017
MASTERLIST MAY 2017


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NOTE : I’ll try and post part III by the end of the week. 😉
{PART 2} Tender Beginnings // Kim Yugyeom AU!

Originally posted by holyfuckmark

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: After a whole year, Yugyeom finally joins you at University after graduating from high-school - and tonight, tender beginnings turn into first love.

A/N: I wrote Part 1 to this quite a while ago ^^ Adding to the story a few months later was interesting for me. It was fun to look back at certain areas that I could see where my writing has improved (I hope lol). I hope you enjoy part 2! :D

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Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff. Full out fluff

Word Count: 1.6 k

Summary: Cuddles, Snuggles, Ice Cream dates. need I say more? Also a special gift included.

Note: Sooo my friend (*stares at her stalking my blog*) wanted a sequel to the Jimin short fic I did. So here you go.

It’s been a few years already. And needless to say, that a lot of the best highlights of your life happened during those few years. Jimin was all you could ever ask for and more. You still had your insecurities but Jimin managed to make you feel the opposite whenever you were with him.

The two of you went on all sorts of dates, ranging from those expensive restaurant dates (usually only happens when something extraordinary happened. Like when Jimin finally debuted.) to spontaneous road trips to who knows where.

But it was dates like these that you really liked. Especially since it reminded you of the days back when the two of you weren’t an item yet. To be honest, not much changed between the both of you. Just that the both of you show more affection to one another.

It was the type of date where you both just pulled out his or your laptop and watched whatever the heck you two were in the mood in. The decision wasn’t always unanimous but somehow you guys managed to pick one the both of you was fine with. Then finally being able to pick, the both of you just cuddle together and watch.

“Hey, Jimin! What do you want to watch this time? I’m in the mood for Fight for my Way.

“I’m fine with anything actually. I finally managed to finish Goblin, so I need something to cheer me up after crying at 2 am on the ending.”

He laughed lightly at himself after finishing his sentence.

“Now do you know why I refused to lay down beside you the other night? I was bawling my eyes out at that time and I didn’t want to keep you up with my uncontrollable hiccups and sobs.”

“Oh, so that’s why. Either way, you still kept me up. You’re not that good at hiding the fact you’re crying. And you could’ve warned me about the upcoming heart wrenching ending that was to come.”

“Well I didn’t want to. I don’t like spoiling people, you know that. Besides I wanted you to find out on your own.”

“Okay, okay. Now hush, I’d like to start watching now.”

You jokingly rolled your eyes at him and clicked on the episode the both of you left off. You tried hiding your smile at him but it was nearly impossible. Especially seeing him smiling as if you were literally giving sunlight to his world. Which to him, isn’t far off as how he saw you. To him you weren’t merely giving him sunlight, you shone it. In his eyes, you shine brighter than Hoseok. Which was saying a lot already.

The pair of you quieted down and cuddled each other to get even more comfortable. You finally settled on laying sideways with your upper back and head pressed against his chest. He had one hand on your hair, playing with it softly. Trying to finger comb and get rid of the tangles in your hair. His other arm was wrapped around you, as if he was trying to get rid of all the space that remained between the both you. After all, he loved the feeling of you just generally being close to him.  In short the both of you were spooning. With you being the little spoon.

After a while, you felt him shift. He began to move downwards and finally stopped moving when his head was already at the crook of your neck. Both his arms now wrapped around you. He snuggled closer to you and in return you placed your arms on top of his and leaned back closer to him. This was one of the reasons why this had got to be one of your favorite types of dates.

The two of you stayed like that for most of the afternoon. Only to move to change the episode, for trips to the bathroom and to rehydrate yourselves. When the sun had finally begun to set, he began to take his plan into action.

“Hey, (Y/N). Do you want to get some ice cream? We’ve been watching these for 5 hours straight already. I think we need to get something for ourselves.”

“Sure. We don’t have any more ice cream left anyway. I was craving for something sweet anyway- wait, you’re going to treat me right?”

“Oh wow. I remember back when you never let me treat you and now that’s one of your top priorities.”

“Well of course. W-Wait Jimin. YAH! I was only kidding. Don’t you dare leave without me.”

You say trying to threaten him but it was hard since you were hurriedly putting your shoes on. He could only laugh at your hurry to catch up with him since he went out first. He stopped and waited for you. Chuckling as you finally finished putting your shoes on correctly and finally caught up to him.

“I was joking too, (Y/N). And of course it’s my treat. Besides when have I ever allowed you to pay?”

“That’s true.”

And the pair of you were talking about nonsensical subjects the whole walk to the park. There was this little ice cream store near there that sold the best ice cream the both of you had ever had. It wasn’t that expensive too so you and Jimin had a lot of little ice cream dates here often.

Once you got the ice cream that you ordered, you both headed into the park. Planning to eat it there. Once you arrived you noted that the sun was halfway gone. The sunset painting the park a beautiful blend of golden yellow and orange.

There were kids at the park. Other couples were there too. It wasn’t exactly empty but there wasn’t a lot of people either. You both sat down on a bench, with your ice cream starting to melt. It was on a cone so you had begun eating it so that it won’t make your hand sticky.

“Why didn’t your order by the way? I thought you wanted ice cream.”

“I changed my mind. It’s fine though. Enjoy you’re ice cream for the both of us.”

“Oh, I will. Especially since I didn’t spend a single coin on this.”

Jimin just watched you eat. He swears that he was smiling at you so fondly that even a child could tell he was a lovesick fool for you already. But he knew he was wasting time. His hands twiddled nervously and his palms were starting to sweat. He can’t stall forever. It was now or never. He sucked in a deep breath, gathered all the confidence he had and

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

You turned your head to face him. Finally giving him your full attention. Only to catch him dropping down to one knee. Was this what you thought it was?

His nerves were getting to him. This was worse than when he had to audition. It was fine back then because you were there with him, calming his nerves in order for him to impress them. Now it was you he needed to impress.

He pulled out the box from out of his pocket. Opening it and finally meeting your eyes. He took in a shaky breathe and started.

“(Y/N), these past few years are possibly the best years I had went through thus far. I have dated you for 4 years and known you for longer. You had not only shown me the light when I thought all hope was lost, you shone it in my eyes.

And with all the little acts of kindness you show, all the stupidest and silliest ideas you give, and with every single day I have been with you, I find myself falling more and more in love with you that if you somehow disappeared from my life, I don’t even know what do with it anymore. The love I have for you can’t be measured in words nor can it be measured with anything else actually.

And lately, I’ve been thinking about starting a family. And every time I envision it, you’re always the one I had envisioned to be my wife. So (Y/N), will you do me the honors of making it come true? Will you be the mother to my future children? Will you allow me to become more lovesick than I already am? 

Will you marry me?”

You already had tears of joy streaming down your face. You were smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt, but you didn’t care. Your ice cream dropped on the grass below, long forgotten. You wanted to speak but you choked on the words you wanted to say so you only nodded furiously.

You could see his face brighten up in an instant at your action. He slipped the ring on your finger, and immediately after, you tackled him to the ground. You could hear a few claps in the distance, probably from the other couples that were there.

You pressed your lips against his. Your lips tasted sweet from the ice cream earlier and salty from the tears of joy you shed. But it was perfect. Both of your heartbeats beating furiously as one. When the both of you finally parted, lips red and swollen, he stared at you with eyes filled with so much love and cheeks smiling so wide that it made your heart swell. You were sure the look on your face mirrored his.

“Was that a yes?”

You got up and helped him up too. After hearing the question, you playfully hit him on the shoulder. The both of you already knowing the answer. Chuckling, you came up to him and whispered

Yes.”

Have you back || Dan Howell

A/N: Sorry that I’m uploading this kinda late. I wasn’t home all day, but I here it is. A new imagine. Just for you. MASTERLIST
Summary: Y/N surprise visits Dan on tour 

My phone buzzed in the pocket of my trousers. As I unlocked it I discovered that Phil had sent me another text.

“I’m waiting outside” it read. A smile spread across my face. I honestly couldn’t wait to see him. After grabbing my bag and excitedly heading down the stairs I was continuously looking over my shoulder, trying to find a familiar face in the crowd of people. Only seconds later I spotted Phil’s dark hair and immediately quickened my pace as I headed into his direction.  

“Y/N” he exclaimed happily and I tackled him with my body, embracing him in a long hug.

He gently rubbed my lower back.

“Welcome to America. The land of pancakes and dreams.” he smiled and took my suitcase out of my hand. We started walking towards the exit, as we stepped out of the big airport and into the fresh air the street lights were on. Since it was already 1am it was a bit chilly. I quickly wrapped my jacket tighter around my body as I felt goose bumps appear on my skin. We jogged to a cab that Phil had ordered and jumped into it. Phil told the driver the address of his hotel and we started to drive towards the highway. The city lights rushed by the window I leaned against. A loud yawn escaped my mouth and I had troubles keeping my eyes open.

“Aw are you tired, sleepy? God you have to be exhausted after that 20 hour flight.” Phil sweetly said shortly before I drifted off into a light snooze. After a 15 minute ride I felt somebody gently shake my shoulder. I tiredly opened my eyes to see Phil’s face.

“We are here, Y/N.” he whispered and only now I realized that the car had came to it’s stop. Once again the cool night air hit my face and shook me out of my sleep drunk phase. The hotel was huge and looked pretty fancy and expensive. I suddenly felt a bit insecure in my loose sweatpants. Even at 01.30am there was a doorman waiting for late guests at the entrance. He greeted me with a nice smile, his American accent sounded unfamiliar in my ears. After he had opened the big door for us, me and Phil walked into the air conditioned entrance hall. A big chandelier hung from the ceiling.

I couldn’t help but look around the decorative building. Phil guided me past the reception and towards the elevators.

“He could be asleep or browsing the internet right now.” he said as soon as the lift started going upwards. I nodded, butterflies erupting in the pit of my stomach. I nervously shifted from one feet to the other, Phil laughing at my excitement.

“He has no idea that you are coming by the way. When I was in his room today I took his spare key, so you do not even have to knock.” he explained a proud look on his pale face.

“Thank you for everything, Phil.” I squealed and squeezed him tightly. The elevator dinged, signalizing that we had reached the right floor. We stepped out into the long hallway. After walking for a few metres Phil stopped, pulling out the keys from his pocket.

“Here you go.” he chirped and handed me one of the keys. “The next door is yours.”

My face literally beamed as Phil gave me a little wink and disappeared in his room.

“Have fun.” I heard him chuckled before the door closed behind him. My heart was pounding in my chest as I quietly put the key into it’s lock. I swallowed hard before I turned it around.

‘1 2 3 GO’ I thought to myself and pushed the door open. The room was dark, only lit by a lamp next to the bed. Dan rested on the bed with his laptop on his lap and headphones in. The bright light shined onto his soft face, revealing every handsome detail.

He jolted up and blinked a couple of times, completely thunderstruck. Dan scanned the room, as if he was trying to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming.

“Y/N.” he half asked half exclaimed.

With one quick jump he was up on his feet ripping the duvets from his body. He was obviously wearing a dark shirt and also boxers. I dropped my suitcase and crossed the room with  three large steps. I threw myself against his huge body, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“What are you doing here ?!” he shouted, clinging onto my body like he was holding onto his life.

“Surprise, baby.” I grinned before I needily pressed my lips onto his with full force. He cupped my cheeks and deepened the kiss even more. I eagerly took in his scent and warmth. I had missed him so freaking much. Dan sat down on the edge of the bed with me still glued to him. We spent a little eternity just appreciating the others presence and body. Dan had been on tour with Phil for almost two months now. Yes, we phoned each other, skyped and texted as often as possible, but nothing could compare to seeing him in person. He wildly ran his hands through my hair, our hands roaming each others bodies.

“I missed you so much.” he breathed against my neck, nibbling on my soft skin.

“I missed you too, little super star.” I giggled, his hair tickling my neck.

He fell back onto the bed with me, a smile glowing on both our faces. Our heads rested against the the comfortable pillows and duvets. Dan wrapped his long arms around my waist, pressing me against his warm body.

“How was your flight, baby?” he asked lovingly, tugging a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Long.” I groaned, earning a little laugh from Dan.

We started talking about our days and what has happened in our lives lately. I could listen to Dan waffling about the fans and the shows and different places they had seen forever. His voice literally soothed me into sleep. Although his stories were interesting and funny I could feel my eyes getting heavy. I yawned loudly, causing Dan to stop talking.

“You should sleep now, little sleepyhead.” Dan whispered, gently kissing my temple.

“No, I wanna talk to you, and listen to you and kiss you all night.” I whined, holding back another yawn.

“We still got tomorrow, darling.” Dan assured me. “Now, I just want to fall asleep and feel you in my arms.” he cooed and his suggestion sounded like heaven in my ears.

“Alright.” I babbled satisfied and snuggled against Dan’s chest. He put the covers over us before he turned the lamp off.

“It feels so good to have you back.” he whispered against my hair.  

Beauty and the Beast Epilogue

A/N: HA HA! I bet you thought you saw the last of this series! And well honestly I thought I had too, but you can thank @clea-nightingale and @juniorhuntersam, for this last and final chapter (and this time I’m serious this is the last chapter) because @clea-nightingale planted the idea in my head and @juniorhuntersam encouraged it. Not that I’m upset about it I actually think this was a really good idea and it turned out ok, so without anymore of my rabbling please enjoy the final chapter.

Tags: @mery-magizoologist, @nanie5, @annewski, @juniorhuntersam, @clea-nightingale

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word count: 3779

Warnings: fluff

~A few minutes later~

”W-Wow that’s a lot to take in.” Sam muttered as he sat in one of the library chairs surrounded by the others. 

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