i was out the whole day and now i'm going to sleep

accidentally?

Based on this prompt I said I’d fill a few days ago:

boss: “know why I called you in here?”
me: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic”
boss: “accidentally?”

yup.

(on ao3)

“You need to stop pining after people you haven’t even spoken to,” Lydia says one day, probably because Derek—er, Mr. Hale, their boss—has just stepped through the front door of the cafe where they’re having lunch, and Stiles has trailed off mid-word to watch him walk up to the counter. In Stiles’ defense, he’s never seen Mr. Hale outside of the office before, let alone Mr. Hale wearing a leather jacket over his dress shirt. God, and Stiles thought the tailored suits were bad enough…

Anyway.

“Uh, I have too spoken to him,” Stiles says indignantly, tearing his eyes away from Derek’s broad back across the room. “One day I was coming out of the break room and I almost walked right into him and he said, ‘Excuse me,’ so then I said, ‘Oops,’ and he smiled at me. Kind of. A little bit. I mean, I interpreted it as a smile. There was some prolonged eye contact.”

Lydia abruptly stops stirring her fat-free latte to stare at him—one of those Oh god, it’s worse than I thought kind of looks. “That’s it?”

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comprehensive analysis of sam & cap meeting for the first time
  • ‘oh hey look how fast i can run look how fast and cool i am look at me’
  • cap is wearing a t shirt 2 sizes 2 small that may as well be soaking wet come the fuck on cap put on some fucking clothes
  • i can’t hear anything steve is saying over his flexing
  • ‘what unit u with? where u work? what’s ur name? u got a boyfriend? where yo boyfriend at?’
  • flimsy excuse to hold hands (’oh help me up from this tree i’m so tired i can’t possibly get up by myself’)
  • sam immediately all ‘must be weird coming home after the whole defrosting thing’ like wow personal much? buy a guy a drink first
  • steve is like ‘uh ya it’s weird that’s personal buy a guy a drink first’ and goes to leave
  • sam: -anguished expression- oh god i fucked it up
  • sam:

damn it sam save it! save it! don’t let him go! -says the first thing that pops into his head-

  • steve like

‘what the fuck buy a guy several drinks first?’

  • sam: your bed, it’s too soft. when I was over there I’d sleep on the ground, use rocks for pillows, like a caveman.

steve:

  • what
  • sam: -explains what the fuck he’s talking about, beds are too soft, etc etc etc’
  • steve: ohhhh the marshmallow bed thing? ya i get that. fucking soft beds right haha -is apparently into the whole caveman thing-
  • sam: nice, saved it -high fives self-
  • steve: -demonstrates how Knowledgeable he is and how much Perspective he has and how Funny he can be’ we use to boil everything!!!!
  • steve literally sounds like one of those beauty queens having a question sprung on her that she didn’t expect
  • ‘Miss New York how does the world of today compare to the days of world war 2??? 30 seconds on the clock’
  • ‘no polio is good’
  • ….’no polio is good’….
  • ‘we used to boil everything!!!’
  • somehow sam is still cool with this. it’s probably bc steve has mouth-watering melon pecs
  • Sam Makes His Move

you can tell this is his Move. he tells this to all the ladies. there’s no way you can get someone listening to marvin gaye and not get laid instantaneously

  • steve doesn’t know what the fuck sam is talking about but this is a great excuse to show off his arms by pulling out his little notebook

are you looking at those arms sam?? bc i am

  • btw
  • this

this is the face of a man who is DTF

  • ‘Miss New York, what are the most significant historical events and cultural changes that have occurred since world war two?? 30 seconds on the clock’
  • ‘uhh…. I Love Lucy. Moon Landing. Berlin wall… up and down. Steve Jobs…. apple….???? Disco. Definitely. Thai food. Star Wars and Trek. Nirvana… I’m pretty sure that’s a band. Rocky and Rocky 2. And whatever this guy just told me. idk I’ll look it up on the Google later’
  • ‘all right Sam, duty calls. Thanks for the run…… if that’s what you want to call running.’
  • ‘Oh, that’s how it is??’
  • ‘Ohhh that’s how it is.’
  • this is better flirting than i have ever implemented in my nearly ten long years after hitting puberty
  • ‘Hey anytime you want to stop by my place of employment that I told you explicitly within minutes of meeting you but now I’m bringing up again to make sure you remember where I work and where to find me again, make out with me me look awesome in front of the girl at the front desk, just let me know’
  • Steve: hella B)
  • nat: -rolls up-
  • nat:

i live for isak calling even baby?? let’s talk about it more. 

  • the exasperated “baby” on the rare mornings when even doesn’t cook him breakfast because they’re both too exhausted by the night before (seriously, isak made even play fifa until 1am before he could admit that he sucks and no matter how many games they play, isak will always lose). even takes the last of isak’s cocoa puffs, and shit, isak had actually been looking forward to them?? but alas, he’d stepped out of the shower a minute after even, and his cereal stealing boyfriend had struck (even steals his clothes his heart and now his chocolatey cereal too?? isak has half a mind to break up with him). isak’s pouting at even, and even feels so bad for him that he offers isak some of the cereal. but even’s the kind of guy who pours his cereal into his milk and gulps it all down at once, and isak is very particular about only pouring a little bit of cereal into his milk at a time, so he just turns up his nose at even’s gross soggy abomination. 
  • isak hates hates hates waking up in the morning, and trying to figure out how to get isak up when they both have school is just trial and error. isak would appreciate it. it’s like a scientific experiment, except it’s one where the consequence would be an armful of grumpy boyfriend and no kisses until at least 10 o’clock. even has tried everything from blasting nas at full volume, to getting magnus in there to say something stupid because isak’s reflex is to drag him, but he’s found out that the most effective method is to pepper isak’s face with kisses until he blinks awake groggily, because he’ll pout, and he’ll say, “goddammit, baby,” like he’s actually annoyed, but he’s giggling so hard that even’s not buying it. 
  • the boys make fun of it so much!! the first time even laughs at him for dipping a chocolate chip cookie into nutella at lunch, isak says, “don’t fucking judge me baby you literally only make recipes with sour cream” magnus parrots “baby?? baBY??” jonas and mahdi are waggling their eyebrows so suggestively that isak blushes bright red. he tries to stutter out an excuse, like, “that’s not what i said. i said maybe?? KB?? bey bee?? haha i just like the concept of beyonce in the bee movie ok that’s totally what i meant.”
  • of course even ruins it all (because that’s all he’s good for) when the whole gang is getting kebab after school and isak can’t get his shit together because he didn’t really sleep last night and he’s spilling his food all over the table. even leans over with a pile of napkins and scoops it all up with a fond “baby” and a chaste kiss to the lips. the boys go fucking wild. 
  • they always leave each other with a peck on the cheek before separating for classes - and as much as isak wants to pull even closer until they’re intertwined, until they’re causing a scene for those fucking dance chicks he can tell are watching them - he knows he’s not ready for that yet. it’s soft and sweet, just a brush of his lips as he whispers, “bye, baby, see you after school.” it still gives isak a rush when he remembers that even will keep coming back to him, and no matter how long they’ll spend apart - whether it’s school cockblocking them, or when even has bad days  and refuses to let isak come over - they’ll always end up like this, safe in the circle of each other’s arms. 

also thanks to @strangetowns​ i can’t get even’s obsession with sour cream out of my head 

for @highwarlockkareena

it was rare to say the least that alec found himself crawling into bed after magnus had already retreated under the covers for the night. it was so rare that alec couldn’t remember the last time that his eyes were drooping and he knew that magnus would already be curled up under their duvet, his breathing warm and steady. more often than not it was the opposite. alec’s eyelids would be heavy and magnus would still be up, finishing potions or adding last minute details to contracts, settled in with a book or honing his magic, his shirt off, a ball of static energy humming between his fingertips.

normally it was, “magnus i’m exhausted, i’m going to head to bed. don’t stay up too late?” and magnus would hum in agreement, tugging alec in for a soft kiss before he went back to whatever he was doing. then alec would curl up under the blankets, slide into sleep and wake only briefly when magnus’s warm body pressed against him a few hours later, humming appreciatively as magnus’s breathing evened out, sending him straight back to sleep.

tonight was different though, tonight there had been more reports to write than usual. as twilight fell and it got later, magnus ended up being the one to disappear into the bedroom first, but not without sleepy mumbled goodnights and kisses that lingered, leaving alec’s face warm and his chest warmer. still though, an hour multiplied and before alec knew it the loft was draped in a heavy blanket of darkness and the city outside had gone strangely eerie as it always did in the middle of the night.

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anonymous asked:

THE RFA BREAK UP POST AH MY HEART!!! Okay. So. What about the MC moving on and finding someone else? And RFA+V+Saeran realize that they still had feelings for her, but it's been a long time(like maybe a year or two) and MC's finally moved on and they just... Don't have a chance? Why am I like this. Why do I want this. I'm awful. (PS I didn't cry when I read the breakup one, no sir, I did not.)

hey i just read your breaking up headcanon and can i ask for rfa+v+saeran regreting their decision but idk maybe its too late or not its up to you

hi can i ask for a sequel of your break up hc like they regretting their choice and trying to get you back

aah these were similar so I figured I could do them all together! hope you like it. A sort of sequel to this


Yoosung

  • It took 14 months for Yoosung to regret everything
  • 14 whole months
  • Once he realises that he does in fact still love you with every ounce of his being, he starts getting weird
  • Like Yandere Mode™ is activated 
  • It starts off with the usual social media stalking, and he even has Seven helping him find out things about your life via what you post online
  • But soon enough he’s becoming obsessive, and Seven stops helping so not to let it get worse
  • But it does
  • Not being able to investigate everything he can about you online makes him jealous of anyone you’re in contact with
  • Talking to the guys in the messenger? Not on his watch
  • He becomes insufferable, constantly inserting himself into your conversations, commenting on everything you post online
  • You’re almost certain you’ve seen him in the corner of your eye whilst out and about a few times
  • But that’s just you being paranoid, right?
  • Either way it eventually reaches a point where he’s on your doorstep, begging you to take him back
  • He’s crying and rambling, and he’s quite possibly has something to drink
  • But you don’t love him anymore
  • In fact you’re unsure if you could ever love him again 
  • So you tell him this, and it sure as hell is not what he wants to here
  • You’re stuck with a blubbering mess at your door, and have to call Seven to come and retrieve him
  • After this things change drastically
  • He knows he doesn’t have a chance with you, you made that extremely clear
  • He stops stalking your online presence, instead turning to the one comfort he has - his games
  • All he ever does is sit at his computer, playing his games, isolating himself from the outside world
  • Because he doesn’t want to be a part of the outside world if he doesn’t have you.

Zen

  • It really didn’t take long for Zen to regret his decision
  • Like it was probably about 5 months, if that
  • Even the first night when he went to bed alone he had the seeds of doubt growing within him
  • Unfortunately for him, those 5 months were all it took for you to move on
  • You knew it was all for the best, things just didn’t work out
  • But he didn’t think like that, and he wanted you back
  • He tried to be romantic, turning up at your door with flowers, dedicating his performances to you, leaving you voicemails of him singing love songs
  • But you ignored everything
  • You felt guilty ignoring his efforts so much, but it was the only way you would get him to move on like you had
  • How would he let it go if you let him think he was getting somewhere with you?
  • His attempts start getting more desperate, with more and more drunk voicemails being left throughout the nights
  • One of these nights you hear a thump by your front door, opening it cautiously only to find a passed out Zen on the floor
  • You debate just bringing him in until morning, but that would probably give him false hope, so you grab your phone and call Seven to come and help you
  • The two of you manage to get Zen into the car, and you go with Seven to take him home
  • Once there you take Zen inside, helping him to his bed
  • After fetching a glass of water for him, you see he has start to wake up a little
  • Still drunk and groggy from passing out, he thinks he’s dreaming
  • Crying a little, he reaches his hand out to hold yours
  • I love you so much, please just come back to me
  • But his begging still does nothing for you, so you tell him that things will never go back to how they were, and you quietly turn around and leave to go home
  • The next day is surprisingly peaceful, no calls, no visits, no voicemails
  • This continues for weeks, and althought you don’t hear from him you think he’s moving on
  • But you soon find out that isn’t the case
  • Jumin informs you that Zen is drinking much heavier and earlier than he had been previously, and the reason he hasn’t been contacting you is because he’s usually too drunk to even move, that is of course if he hasn’t passed out
  • You lose count of times you wake up to find him passed out on your doorstep, because no matter what happens or how much time passes, he always finds his way back to you, even when you don’t want him to
  • You are after all the love of his life, and he doesn’t know any different than to go to you.

Jaehee

  • She thought she was doing the right thing
  • She thought she had made the right decision
  • But one night whilst watching Zen’s latest romance film for the 100th time she realises it would have been your 5 year anniversary
  • Had you not broken up two years ago that is
  • She’s been so damn busy with work, she’s barely had time to think about how she feels
  • But here she is, suddenly swimming in memories of the two of you 
  • It doesn’t take long for her to realise she’s full of regret
  • How could she let you go?????
  • It’s late now, so she decides to just sleep on it
  • Waking up she’s hopeful it was just a night of reminiscing 
  • It wasn’t
  • If anything, she feels even stronger
  • She suddenly can’t stop thinking about running her hands through your hair, the glimmer in your eyes, the way your hand fits perfectly into hers
  • Every little detail she overlooked before were now screaming to be seen
  • It also just so happened this was the day of the RFA meeting, and she was going to have to see you
  • She got lost in your eyes as you spoke to the group about the guests for this particular party
  • She doesn’t even know what was said
  • After the meeting she casually makes comment to Jumin about how happy you looked
  • That’s when he says the one thing she never wanted to hear
  • Well it’s probably because of the new girl they’re seeing
  • Her heart literally shatters as he says the words
  • Jaehee doesn’t really know how to handle this??
  • Why at the same time she realised what a monumental mistake she made by ending things with you, did she have to find out there was someone else making you happy
  • Her way of dealing with it is pretending everything is normal
  • Not you or anyone else ever notices, she hides it so well
  • If you had known, maybe you would realised you felt the same
  • But you never find out, so you never reflect on how you feel about her
  • She supports you in your relationship, and seems to get on really well with your girlfriend
  • But when no one is looking, her eyes well up, and the occasional one escapes
  • She cries herself to sleep more often than she’d ever be willing to admit
  • Seeing you and your new girlfriend happy together breaks her heart over and over again
  • She would kill to be the one making you smile like that, just like she used to.

Jumin

  • He’s always prided himself on his ability to ‘kill his feelings’
  • And when he ended your relationship, he did this easily
  • It didn’t take long for him to revert to his old ways, being stiff and generally unwelcoming 
  • He was civil to talk to, but he was so different to the person who had you inside his head for three years
  • The breakup felt like it had almost killed you
  • It took you a very long time to get over it, because you never had any closure
  • But then you met someone, someone who let you in from the start, who treated you like you were the single greatest thing on earth
  • You still had a lot of hurt in you from Jumin, but this new person was like a breath of fresh air
  • As things get more serious, you start bringing them around the group more
  • Up until the first time Jumin meets them, he had no idea you were even considering dating other people, let alone be in a serious relationship with someone
  • He’s polite, but doesn’t make much of an effort with them
  • He ??? doesn’t ??? know ??? what ??? this ??? feeling ??? is ???
  • It feels like his heart is actually aching, but that’s just illogical, surely?
  • That night he sits with Elizabeth, drinking his wine and trying to figure out what is going on with him
  • The best thing he can think to do is call up the person who knows him better than himself, and he does so, explaining these strange feelings to his best friend
  • V chuckles softly, a hint of sorrow in his voice as he tells Jumin what it is
  • Jealousy
  • He hangs up, shifting Elizabeth and walks over to his penthouse windows, looking out at the night sky
  • V is right, and Jumin knows it, but there’s nothing he can do
  • He is the one who ended things after all
  • He can’t swoop in now and hope to have you back
  • His solution is to obviously stomp out the feelings, but it doesn’t work
  • He cant get you out of his head, you even haunt his dreams now
  • So instead he distances himself from the RFA more and more, only speaking with V on a regular basis
  • RFA parties can’t be avoided, so when the winter party finally arrives, he doesn’t have a choice but to go
  • Seeing you hurts him, but no one could have prepared him for what happened
  • Your significant other proposed, in front of everyone, right in the middle of the room
  • You were so happy and excited you didn’t see Jumin’s tall figure quietly leaving the building
  • But V did, and for a brief second, he almost thought he saw a glistening tear making it’s way down Jumin’s face.

Seven

  • About 6 months after that party, you started to feel better
  • To say you were completely over him would be a stretch, but it didn’t feel like the world was crashing around you whenever you saw him
  • As you started accepting the relationship was over and letting go of it, Seven slowly started joining back in with the RFA more
  • It doesn’t take long for the two of you to become relatively close again
  • But it’s different 
  • You still love him, but it just feels platonic now
  • It didn’t seem possible that you would ever get to a place where you could be happy in his presence again, yet here you are
  • The pair of you spend a lot of time together, but you still manage to start dating again
  • A lot of people are uncomfortable with how close you are to your ex, except one
  • They’re so perfect ???
  • You can’t believe it ???
  • If you thought you were happy when you were with Seven, you were wrong, this was genuinely the happiest you had ever been
  • Little did you know that during those months where you were rebuilding your friendship with Seven, it was bringing back more than just platonic love for him
  • Without even realsing he found himself madly in love with you again all of a sudden
  • He just wanted to have you at his side all the time
  • And whilst you did spend a lot of time together, it wasn’t how he wanted it
  • He stalked your new significant other online within an inch of their life
  • Everything they ever posted or was posted about them he found
  • But there was nothing in there to use to get rid of them
  • They were a good person
  • But even so, everday before he went to sleep, he would check again
  • One day he would find something, to keep this person away from you
  • He had to find something
  • Slowly as your relationship progressed, Seven started holding himself back, once again isolating himself from everyone but V
  • He didn’t know how he was supposed to live a life where someone else made you smile the way he used to.

V

  • A little part of him always harboured some feelings for you still
  • He knew he would never completely move on, but he didn’t expect this
  • It had been a little over a year since he broke off your relationship
  • You were less bitter, so he saw this as a sign of you having moved on
  • But something about that just didn’t sit well with him
  • Had you really let it go?? Did you really no longer have those feelings for him??
  • For a long time it seemed like you would never move on
  • So now that you had, he hated it
  • It didn’t take long for him to realise
  • He was still in love with you
  • The second it was clear to him, he wanted to drop everything and run to you, just to plead for a second chance and tell you how much he loved you, how he had been so stupid to give up such a perfect person like yourself
  • But he didn’t
  • You finally looked happy
  • And if that didn’t make his heart feel light and airy, he didn’t know what would
  • He knew how much he had hurt you, and he didn’t believe he deserved a second chance no matter how much he wanted it
  • So he chose to keep his feelings to himself, never telling a living soul about how much he craved curling up with you every night 
  • How he craved to feel your hot breath on his lips again
  • How he craved to see you smile because of him again
  • He spends his time pretending he doesn’t love you
  • Just seeing you happy and healthy is enough for him
  • Even if not having you by his side physically hurts him
  • Whenever he hears you laugh he has to actively stop himself from daydreaming about a life where you were his once more
  • Unlike the others, it’s not because you’ve moved on that he never gets you back
  • He just thinks it’s for the best
  • But if he had told you how he felt, he would have found out you were still in love with him too
  • Instead you both continue to hurt, both wishing the other would reach out
  • But neither of you ever do, and neither of you ever get over the other.

Saeran

  • He was wrong
  • He was so fucking wrong
  • He doesn’t even know why he said it
  • Of course he loved you, of course he still loved you
  • But he had said it, and he had shattered your heart into so many pieces he could never fix it
  • So he never tried
  • It took a long time for you to get over it, at least 3 years to be specific 
  • But you got there eventually
  • Looking at him didn’t hurt
  • Being in his presence didn’t make you nauseous 
  • Hearing his voice didn’t make you want to scream
  • What you didn’t know is that it was the other way around now
  • Looking at you hurt 
  • Being in your presence made him nauseous 
  • Hearing your voice made him want to scream
  • He knew he had left it far too long now, and you were finally happy
  • There hadn’t been much if any relationship between you since the breakup, so when he started isolating himself you didn’t even notice
  • It was Seven who reached out to you, telling you something was wrong with his twin but he didn’t know what and he didn’t know how to help
  • So being the person you are, you went over there to try and speak to him
  • It was awkward at first, you had barely spoken in 3 whole years
  • But you wanted to help him so you pushed and pushed
  • Eventually he snapped and and blurts out that he can’t handle his feelings for you anymore
  • You’re taken aback by his confession, which is followed up by a question you dreaded answering
  • With what almost seemed like tears in his eyes, he quietly begged for you to just tell him you still loved him too
  • The only thing he wanted to hear, you couldn’t say
  • He asked you to leave after you told him you didn’t, and you did so without putting up a fight
  • The last thing you wanted to do was make the situation worse
  • For the first time in a long time, Saeran cried himself to sleep
  • He distanced himself from the group slowly, only speaking via Seven
  • But he always kept an eye on you, because even if you didn’t love him, he wanted to keep you safe and happy
  • You were the first person he truly loved, and you would also be the last.

you gotta figure the fake ah crew is used to a certain amount of luxury, given their wealth: king-sized beds and entire apartments to themselves (or at least their own bathroom if they have a roommate), so i kind of like to think about how things would go if the whole crew ended up in a small safehouse after a heist

like maybe it’s geoff jack ryan michael gavin jeremy lindsay mica trevor matt ray etc etc in one tiny-ass home

and things very, very quickly devolve into anarchy.

  • there’s an all-out brawl for who should get the two full-sized beds, another for who gets the couches, another still for who gets the air mattresses vs. who sleeps on the floor.
  • the second day ryan bursts from the bathroom armed with a pistol and snarls, “whoever used up all the hot water better start praying to their deity of choice”
  • everyone’s in the kitchen in the mornings trying to make their own breakfast
  • everything gets burned 
  • jeremy holds up a grenade and demands to know who ate all his energy bars, those had his name on them
  • mica wants to know who the fuck used the last of the toothpaste, are you guys animals
  • where did all the coffee go. do you want trevor to die.
  • linday is going to kill everyone in this house and then herself.
  • save ray from the horror of having to navigate back-to-back showers in the morning for two hours, fuck you, he’s gonna just get in there with somebody else
  • matt would rather take his chances with the cops, ryan has watched seven straight episodes of Cupcake Wars and refuses to hand over the remote and he thinks his eyes are bleeding

after the heat dies down and they can go home, they’re at each other’s throats and don’t talk to each other for nearly a month. they would not make good roommates, okay, it goes down as the incident that almost took out the fake ah crew

anonymous asked:

could you maybe give some sugar daddy nursey head canons, I just found out about this universe and I'm LOVING ITTT

(this au is tagged under sugar daddy nursey!)

  • derek has a habit of just sending will food
    • like, he spends BIG BUCKS on ubereats
    • will, casually, at midnight on a tuesday: “ugh i just want some french fries”
    • derek, ten minutes later: “your french fries are outside go grab ‘em”
  • derek thinks a lot abt marrying will, but then he has to check himself bc will is twenty years old
  • derek’s friends (mostly his assistant, Martha) like to tease him by making lists of things will can’t legally do
    • “drink alcohol, rent a car, check-in to a hotel room by himself, do literally anything in vegas, etc…”
  • chowder and lardo are the first ones who know abt derek bc they were there when will went home with him that first night
    • the whole ride back to samwell that next day was chowder and lardo grilling him bc “he must’ve been pretty good if you went to lunch with him instead of us, jack, and alexei mashkov!!!!”
  • will tells bitty next bc he and derek get in a blowout fight over derek paying will’s tuition and bitty’s the only person will can think of who would get this situation
    • bitty and will now have bi-weekly “vent abt our stupid rich boyfriends who try to buy our love” coffee dates
  • will tells bitty it’s okay to tell jack, and when jack finds out he very lowkey looks into derek nurse, just to be sure will’s okay
  • ransom and holster are PSYCHED when will tells them abt derek bc “ANOTHER SUGAR BABY IN THE HAUS WE BOUTTA BE ROLLING IN FREE SHIT”
  • shitty lectures will on how his body is not something to be sold and he is not obligated to sleep with anyone
    • will punches him in the face (he pulls the punch a lil, but still) and tells him to shut the fuck up, his relationship is 100% consensual
  • derek has been trying to get will to move in with him since like the first month of their relationship. they both know he’ll move in after he graduates, but derek is impatient and wants to wake up with will every day now, not in two years
    • derek is quietly making shifts around in his company to be sure that there is a very inviting IT spot for will when he graduates - different sector than derek, so derek isn’t technically his boss, he already cleared it with his PR team
  • derek is openly terrified of turning thirty. it’s two years away, and will is already planning how to make it fun instead of terrible for derek
  • sometimes derek will read will writing samples from authors he might offer publishing deals to just to get will’s opinion
    • will so far has given his approval to 3 best-sellers
This is fine

‘Hmm’ 

Draco rolled on his sheets, his skin warm because of the covers and the soft light shining through his bedside window.

It was good, those new sheets, that new bedroom. The purple curtains weren’t something he would’ve picked himself but being an eighth year came with its advantages and disadvantages.

He turned again, his eyes still closed. Having his own room at Hogwarts was something he would never have thought could be so great. The silence, the privacy, being able to come and go whenever he wanted. Well, not that he could wander around past curfew but even if he did no one would know.

Draco finally opened his eyes, the sunlight strangely bright for that time of-

‘Fuck’

Draco launched himself off the covers, his legs still tangled in the sheets making him tumble straight to the floor. He cursed again, louder this time, but who cares. He was alone in his room, no one to wake up and, oh well, no one to wake him up either.

So he was late, even though he was sure he’d set up his wand to wake him up.

Great, now his morning had everything to be even shinier than normal. He hated getting up late and had managed just fine to arrive to classes in time until now. He hated it because being late meant receiving unwanted attention from professors who already despised him and classmates who wanted him dead. Potter was usually the one to burst into classes after it’d already begun but all he always got for that were welcoming smiles and good mornings.

Draco grabbed the first pair of black trousers he spotted near his nightstand, putting them on while searching for his belt. He wrapped his green and silver tie loosely around his neck, his black shirt still completely unbuttoned. Draco cast a quick cleaning spell on his mouth, hurriedly heading for the door with shoes in one hand and bag in the other. The common room was most definitely empty so he would just finish getting ready-

Ouch!

A loud thud caught Draco’s attention, wand instantly in hand as an instinct. He should have expected, should have exhaled, turned on his heel and darted out of there because he knew he was just going to be even later now.

But how in Merlin’s name could he turn around on a Potter still in his boxers, black boxers and a Gryffindor tie hanging around his neck like the bloody corridor was an extension of his room. Potter looked up, his cheeks red and an apologetic smile on his face, something that only contributed to unbalance Draco more.

The blond was gaping, his own blood rushing to his cheeks because his eyes couldn’t stay on Potter’s ugly glasses, they had to aknowledge his shoulders, covered in tiny brown freckles; scan his chest and his stomach- fuck, Potter had abs, and his hips, Draco’s eyes could trace his V line…

He froze, closing his eyes like that was the only way he knew how to stop unashamedly maping the Gryffindor’s body.

He opened them when his breathing had evened out to find Potter doing the exact same thing he’d done.

'I- I’m late’ Draco blurted out, startling Potter who seemed to be unaware of what he was doing.

'Yeah, me too’ His green eyes fixed on something above Draco’s head.

'You’re always late, this isn’t- ’

'What happened to your hair?’ Potter took a step towards him, his shame of being half naked completely forgotten. Draco’s wand remained firmly secured in his hand, though he doubted he’d have the will to point it at Potter even if he had to.

Merlin, he was… hot. That was the word, there was no way he could lie about that. Draco was eighteen and gay and Potter was eighteen and hot and- and so Potter. He should turn around and run the fuck away from there, that corridor was too small for two people to stand at a safe distance and Potter didn’t seem to even want to stand at a safe distance.

He was still looking at Draco’s hair like it was made of gold.

'I didn’t have time to comb it’

Draco looked at Potter’s head, wondering for a second if the Gryffindor had ever brushed his hair.

The dark brown locks curled chaotically around the edges, falling on his forehead and almost covering the scar. His hair was longer than Draco had ever seen it, probably longer than when they were fourteen and Draco first experienced how it was like to develop a crush on someone.

When Potter lowered his eyes Draco could see only thin rings of green around dilated pupils.

'Why would you comb it?’

There, he knew Potter had never brushed his hair. That was be the best opportunity to mock him about it, Draco just needed to open his mouth and-

Warm fingers pushed Draco’s locks away from his eyes, his mouth already open but his mind suddenly blank. Potter was so close Draco had to tip his head slightly down to look at him. His fingers ran through the strands, pressing lightly against his scalp. Draco’s breathing became shallow, his whole body tingling with the sudden proximity.

'I- I need to go’ Draco’s hand reached for his bag as fast as he could. He darted past a surprised Potter on his way to the stairs, Potter’s fingers that were tangled in Draco’s hair falling to his pale neck, touching it lightly for a second.

He wanted to stay, fuck, all he wanted to do was stay. That was the main reason he should go immediately because if he felt Potter’s warmth against his skin for another minute he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

When Draco turned around to catch a last glimpse of Potter, green eyes met grey. He gulped, turning on his heel and heading towards their common room.

Despite being so late Draco decided to keep a slow pace. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to keep in his memory the feeling of Harry’s fingers against his neck.

***

Draco opened his eyes the next morning to find, fortunately, that he was on time.

He sighed, images of the previous day flashing through his mind. He got up, shaking that weird feeling away, and set out for his trunk.

This time Draco decided to go with his best green silk shirt and some tight black trousers - he was in a good mood after all - paired with a silver tie. He was about to grab his bag when Draco remembered he hadn’t combed his hair again, darting his eyes to the mirror hanging on his door.

It looked… messy, but maybe not in a bad way. He ran his fingers through it, pushing the strands back and watching as a few fell on his forehead. Okay, he could try that. His father would totally reprimand him if he knew but Draco decided to go for it anyway.

He closed the door behind him, his eyes already searching for that door opposite his. Potter’s room.

It was locked and no movement could be heard from outside.

Late again, he thought to himself, lingering on the first step of the circular stair. He looked back again, waiting for something he didn’t quite know. No sound, nothing.

He’s definitely going to be late.

Fuck, Draco looked at his pocket watch, confirming that if he turned around now he’d get exactly on time for his first class of the day.

He could knock, a small voice that sounded a lot like his mother’s resonated inside his head.

Draco looked around, checking if he was in fact alone before darting towards Potter’s door, knocking twice. He waited a bit, knocked again. No response.

Maybe he’s not in there, he thought.

Maybe he’s not feeling well, his other inner voice said.

Draco didn’t care, he should just go. But his hand was already on the door knob, twisting it. It clicked, easily letting Draco in despite a red alarm screaming inside his head.

'Potter?’ His voice was low but in the quiet room it sounded much louder to his ears.

The curtains of the only bed in the room were closed, but Draco could immediately tell Potter was there. His deep breathing told Draco that the Gryffindor was sound asleep, the sunrays making his silhouette distinguishable through the curtains.

The alarms were louder now but Draco couldn’t walk away anymore.

He pulled the curtains slowly.

'Potter, you’re- ’

Fuck.

Potter was on his back, a soft blanket covering one of his legs and his waist in a way Draco could see he had nothing beneath it. He was naked, completely naked under that thin layer of cotton.

Draco’s fingertips were tingling, his throat suddenly dry. He wanted to touch, but Merlin he couldn’t even afford to think that.

'Potter, wake up’ he spoke louder this time and Potter all but groaned in his sleep. Draco felt something boiling inside him, anger and lust mixed together.

'Potter, wake up!’ His hand reached for Potter’s shoulder, shaking him before he could stop himself.

A strong grip in his hand pulled him forward and before Draco knew what was happening he found shimself underneath Potter who had his wand pointed at Draco’s throat, a dangerous look on his face.

'Malfoy, what… Fuck, what are you doing here?’

Potter lowered his wand without a second thought, placing it on the nightstand, his expression turning into one of confusion.

Draco stood frozen, his mouth hanging open because the second Potter recognized him all the bastard did was relax, sitting on top of Draco’s thighs like that was the most obvious thing to do when you find your enemy inside your room.

And Draco could feel it. Feel it against his stomach even though the blanket was preventing him from actually seeing it. He darted his eyes up the moment he realized he was staring at it to find Potter already looking at him. He was blushing, green eyes wide open like he’d just realized the strange position they were in.

The thing was, Potter didn’t move, not off Draco at least.

'We’re late,’ Draco’s voice was hoarse when he spoke.

Potter rolled his eyes to what he judged useless information.

'Are those the only words you know?’

That ungrateful git. Draco tried to push him away, shifting his thighs in a way that forced Potter to grab onto something to avoid falling off his own bed. He obviously chose to grab onto Draco’s shirt, tearing up two buttons with the force of his grip. Draco gasped, anger boiling deep inside him. That was his abosolutely favorite shirt and now it was ruined. He was about to punch Potter when something poked him hard on his inner thigh, right beside his own crotch.

Something. Not only something, it seemed.

Draco’s eyes found Harry’s.

'Potter?’ His voice came weaker than he intended.

So Potter had an erection. He was hard, rocking hard right on top of Draco. And naked too. For Merlin’s sake, that wasn’t even the problem.

'Ah… Malfoy?’ Potter looked down and back up at Draco. He smirked, shifting again.

The problem was Draco was hard too.

Draco was hard with a very naked ass sitting on top of him to feel it.

Draco’s cheeks were on fire, his hands griping the sheets so hard his knuckles were white already.

This time he had no way out. Potter had that smirk all over his face and kept moving on top of him, like- like he was adjusting himself… Oh God, Potter’s cock was right there, heavy and hot against his stomach.

'Potter, I… we need to- Oh fuck’ Draco’s head hit the matress, his eyes shutting close as Potter thrust his hips forward.

'Do you really want to leave?’ He was panting, each thrust causing the blanket to slid even lower on his hips. Draco could see hair right below his navel now. Draco’s hands must have left the sheets at some point because now they were grabbing Potter’s thighs with the same intensity.

Leave? He couldn’t leave.

'I hate you’ Draco thrust back, the blanket finally sliding to the floor.

Potter moaned, his smirk turning into a grin. Merlin, he was so hot.

Potter’s hands slid from Draco’s torso to his biceps, forcing his arms above his head. He hold them there, something possessive shining in his eyes.

'Are you sure?’

One of his hands reached his wand and before Draco could even worry about it his clothes were gone. He moaned and Potter moaned, loud, needy.

Because the side of Draco’s cock was pressed against Harry’s ass, rubbing against his hole. It was too much, too suddenly.

'Potter… Fuck this is- ’

Draco flipped them, all his control gone. He stared Potter down, taking in all of it, from his swollen cock to his even messier than normal hair, his green eyes filled with lust and fixed on Draco, his hands, warm and strong roaming all over him.

'How did this happen?’ Potter whispered and Draco froze. Really, how did that happen? They were enemies, they hated each other. He was almost sure that Potter wasn’t gay and now they were there-

Potter smashed their mouths together, kissing hungrily like Draco had never been kissed before. They backed away for air, Draco resting his forehead on Potter’s.

'You don’t really hate me’ Potter said, still trying to control his breathing.

'I do’ Draco bit his shoulder, leaving a red mark there.

'You don’t’ Potter’s grip on his jaw was strong, forcing their eyes to meet again. Everything seemed to change, the atmosphere, the tension between them.

'You’re a nightmare’ Draco whispered against his lips.

'You’re a wet dream’ Harry said back, smirking.

Draco didn’t hate him. He had realized that only after the war but now he knew he probably had never hated Harry Potter.

When he bent down to press their lips together, it wasn’t rushed. They kissed slowly, tasting one another. It was sensual, deeper than before. Potter’s hands were on his hair, his fingers threading through the strands and pulling Draco towards him. They parted again but Potter kept placing soft kisses on Draco’s lips, again and again.

'Why do you do this?’ Draco’s eyes were still closed, his mouth brushing Potter’s as he spoke. Every nerve on his body was aware of it’s surroundings. Draco wanted to scream, stop the time because Potter made him feel like he was eleven all over again, powerless but a lot braver than he was now at eighteen.

Potter moved so he could speak into his ear, hands still on his hair.

'Draco, this is fine’ his words were softer than the ones ringing inside Draco’s head that sounded so much like his father’s. 'Scared, Malfoy?’

There it was, Malfoy and Potter, always Malfoy and Potter. Except Draco wanted this new thing now, because Potter was right. If he didn’t give a shit for the past Draco wouldn’t either.

'I don’t hate you’ he whispered, afraid the words would get stuck in his throat.

It was like an immense weight he didn’t know he was carrying was lifted from his shoulders.

'I don’t hate you, Harry’ he said it again, louder. They kissed one more time. 'Harry’ and again. 'I want to- ah, I want to fuck you, Harry’ the way the name rolled on his tongue was addictive. And everytime he said it, Harry Harry Harry, the boy beneath him would shudder, moan, kiss him again.

'Draco’ his fingers running through his hair. 'Draco’.

Draco backed away, turned Harry on his stomach and kissed his nape.

He kissed his shoulder blades, Draco kissed his spine.

Open mouthed kisses all the way down to his lower back, Harry arched to his touch.

His hands ran on Harry’s sides, one of them reaching Harry’s neck and holding him there possessively.

'You can… you can just…’ Harry turned his head to the side, his hands pushing Draco’s thighs towards him desperately.

'I need to- ’

'I did it yesterday’ Harry’s voice was hoarse and the words came out rushed. 'After we met, I…’

'You were thinking of me…’ Draco kissed the shell of his ear, his hips trembling with need.

'I want you inside, Draco’ Harry fingers dig in his thighs and Draco shuddered, a moan escaping his lips.

Draco reached for his wand, a quick spell smearing his fingers with lube. He found Harry’s hole, tried one finger and found it in fact loose already. Harry bucked against it underneath him. Fuck, he wanted to eat him up, take him hard. He smeared his swollen cock with the lube, aligning himself.

Harry arched his back again when Draco buried himself inside him, his hips hitting Harry’s ass.

'Draco- fuck, please… Draco please

It was so tight, fuck, so hot inside him and the sounds. Harry kept moaning, bucking against him, begging.

'You’re so… Harry, Harry fuck’ Harry was shaking beneath him, his head turning from side to side, eyes closed and mouth open. Draco pounded hard inside him, as fast as he could.

It was desperate, intense, too much. They were Malfoy and Potter and Draco and Harry. And Draco wanted all that, he needed Harry Potter to remember what it was like to feel that fire inside him.

Harry came with his ass up and face pressed against the pillow that muffled his scream. He came with Draco’s cum filling him up, Draco digging his nails on his sides and screaming his name.

When he let his body crash beside Harry, Draco felt different.

'Do you hate me?’ Harry’s playful tone was gone.

'No’

'Are you s-’

Draco pressed his hand on Harry’s mouth, shutting him up immediately.

'You’re a Gryffindor, an arrogant prick with a hero complex. You’re loud and impulsive. Still, I don’t hate you, okay?’

When Draco removed his hand Harry had a frown on his face.

'What does that even mean?’

Draco rolled his eyes, reaching out for Harry’s arm. He ran his fingers there, tracing invisible patterns as he spoke. He liked to touch Harry, he liked it quite a lot.

'It means this is fine, doesn’t it?’

Harry closed his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.

'Draco’

There, that was why he felt different. Harry made his name sound like something… special.

'Yeah?’

'Will you wake me up tomorrow too?’

He snorted, hitting Harry with the pillow square in the face.

'No’

'What, why not?’ Harry gave him an indignant look that only made Draco laugh even harder.

'I can’t miss another class because of you’

Harry gave him a peck on the lips, startling him. It was so sweet he couldn’t help the blushing creeping up his face.

'Then I’ll wake up before you, Malfoy’ he gave him another peck, the well known challenging look in his eyes.

Draco smiled, realizing Malfoy and Potter could be as nice as Draco and Harry if he got to have him by his side.

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anonymous asked:

hey! i was just thinking, that i've been listening to the songs harry requested on radio 1 and they've been stuck in my head for so long omg. and like, i'm not connecting the songs he requested to larry, but with each song a little scenario ab them plays in my head! was wondering if you could write little snippets based on a couple of the songs? sweetest devotion by adele and issues by julia michaels!

I got really carried away with this; I combined both of these songs and very subtly put a few of the lyrics into a mess of 3k. I hope this works for you xx



Louis watches the build up and break over a period of months. Years, even. Harry’s tired. They both are, but Harry’s exceptionally so. He’s been working nonstop on his album, his photography, himself, and now that he’s back in the limelight all day, everyday, it’s taking a serious toll. Louis doesn’t say anything or imply that Harry needs to slow down, but he wants to, just isn’t quite sure how. Harry’s been a little moodier, a little more on edge, and the whole time Louis is trying to figure out a way to approach the subject lightly, it seems that Harry has already given it just as much thought as Louis has, if not more.

“I think I wanna take some time off,” he says one night just before bed. He’s in the middle of changing his pants, tripping into them like he always does. “Like, hide, maybe?” The way he says it makes it sound like he’s asking for permission from Louis, just to make sure they’re currently at the same level.

Louis raises a brow from his position in bed and looks up, relieved, worried. “Yeah? Like go on an extended holiday?”

“Mmm, something like that.”

“Care to elaborate?”

Harry crawls into bed beside him, shirtless and shoulders pink from his sunburn. The weather was mild and about 10 degrees today - typical for January - but they spent the majority of the day outside, anyway, Harry lounging in the backyard, ignoring Louis’ request to venture out. Paps, he said simply, going back to shielding his eyes from the LA sun.

“I rented out a place in Maine,” he says, reaching for his reading glasses on the bedside table. He doesn’t really need them, but no matter how much Louis teases him about it, he continues to wear them, squinting without them. Dramatic. “I’m not even really sure where it is, but I know it’s right on a lake, it’s in the woods, it’s secluded, it’s…” He sighs. “Not here.”

Louis’ stomach tightens. “You trying to get away from me, Styles?”

“No, God no.” Harry shakes his head, curls finally grown back in and bouncing. “I’m trying to take a break from everything, but that doesn’t include you. You can come with me, if you want. But don’t feel obligated to. I know how much you love it here. And that you like writing here best.”

I love it here because you’re here. “I’m comin’ with,” he replies eventually.

“You want to?”

“Yes. You’re a bit strange for wanting to fuck off to the middle of nowhere but. I’m used to your weirdness by this point. No judgement here. I’ll come with.”

Harry smirks, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose like Louis always does. Copy cat. “Good.”

“So, when’re we leaving?”

“Thursday morning.”

“Christ, you’re an impulsive lad, aren’t you?”

“I suppose.”

“Makes life interesting.”

Harry nods, reaching for the remote for the telly, then setting it back down. “I’m very happy. I really am. I just need a change, yeah?”

“It’s okay to, like, want to step back,” Louis says softly. “You don’t have to be grateful and positive every second of the day. Wanting to escape is probably the most normal thing I can think of.”

He’s quiet for a moment, probably thinking. He purses his lips when he looks at Louis. “Thank you.”

“Absolutely.”

“And you’re gonna escape with me? Until you’re tired of me?”

Louis smiles, turning off his bedside light. “Absolutely.”

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If Jamie and Claire (and Wee Ian) could text: Jamie throws out his back in Drums of Autumn and they get it on in the lean-to Edition because why not (BOOK SPOILERS)
  • Claire: Jamie you've been out in the snow for far too long
  • Claire: are you alright?
  • Claire: Jamie?
  • Claire: Jamie Brigitta Fraser respond to me right this minute
  • >>Wee Ian Murray was added to the chat<<
  • Claire: Ian have you heard from you uncle??
  • Claire: he went out hunting and he's not responding to my demeaning jibes
  • Ian: omg!
  • Ian: are ye sure he's not just sleeping on the hunt and ignoring the texts?
  • Claire: god I hope so but you give it a go
  • Ian: Hey, Uncle, I bedded five different Tuscarora lassies at once last night, and they had me Tuscaroarin'
  • Claire: ohgoodlordIan
  • {{{crickets}}}
  • Ian: oh aye he's definitely not seeing these texts
  • Ian: I'm a half day away but I'll head your way now
  • Claire: I'm heading out into the snow to find him
  • Ian: be safe auntie
  • Ian: dress warmly
  • {{{two hours}}}
  • Claire: Jamie I found your trail but it went cold
  • Claire: PLEASE text me
  • Ian: borrowed a horse, will be there asap
  • Claire: of Course Jamie picks a bloody blizzard to disappear in
  • {{{one hour}}}
  • Claire: I will never forgive you if you got eaten by a wildcat or
  • Jamie: I'm alive
  • Claire: OH THANK GOD
  • Ian: WHEW
  • Ian: what happened??
  • Claire: WHERE ARE YOU??
  • Jamie: Threw out my back
  • Jamie: cannnamove
  • Claire: WHERE??
  • Jamie: those your thundering footsteps I hear
  • Tramping about?
  • Claire: DO NOT BITE THE HAND, BRIGITTA
  • Jamie: go down the hill and
  • To the left, my sun and stars
  • Jamie: halpthishurtssobad
  • {{{twenty minutes}}}
  • Claire: found him Ian
  • Claire: made a quick lean to
  • Claire: we're going to wait out the storm a bit
  • >>pings location on google maps <<
  • Claire: come find us and bring the horse as soon as you can
  • Ian: okay still three hours out
  • Ian: two hours out
  • Ian: one hour out
  • Ian: 30 mins
  • Ian: you guys okay?
  • Ian: why aren't you responding ?
  • Ian: okay I think I'm here
  • Ian: oh yeah I see the lean to at the bottom of this cliff
  • Ian: wait are you...
  • Ian: 😱
  • Ian: 😏 oh y'all NASTY
  • Ian: but also adorable
  • Ian: ❄️🎶baby it's collddddddd outttttsiiiiiiiiide🎶❄️
  • Ian: also not to be creepy but you guys have some moves
  • Ian: jaysus
  • Ian: I'm averting my eyes I swear
  • Ian: buuuuuuut first imma help set this #Mood a little better
  • >>incoming files:
  • Like_a_virgin.mp3
  • Missy_elliot_work it.mp3
  • boyz2men_ill_make_love_to_you.mp3
  • Ian: okay I've given you quite a range there
  • Ian: maybe run through all three and see how it goes
  • Ian: you guys do your thang
  • Ian: I'll just
  • Ian: oh wait
  • Ian: sounds like you're finishing up now
  • Ian: you didna get to use the playlist 😔
  • Ian: save for next time aye?
  • Ian: okay I'm guessing you'll be checking your phones in 3...2..:
  • Claire: IAN WHATEVERYOURMIDDLENAMESARE MURRAY
  • Jamie: FOR FUCKS ACTUAL SAKE IAN
  • Ian: well yeah that's the whole point!!
  • Jamie: WHAT IN GODS NAME POSSESSED YE
  • Ian: was just tryna be supportive!
  • Jamie: oh and that five lassies joke wasna AT ALL funny
  • Ian: oh aye. DEFINITELY was A joke.
  • Ian: ha
  • Jamie: Christyourmotherwilleviscerateme
  • Ian: so are we all finished or should I go take a lap?
  • Ian: dinna want the playlist to go to waste
if jooheon was your boyfriend

my first request :’’)))) tysm, I’m sorry if this is bad or generic, but I had a lot of fun doing it- I’ll gladly do it as a series, so please tell me what member you’d want next :))

  • squishy squish what a cutie 
  • basically your best friend but a little more intimate 
  • probably awkward when he asks you out but then quickly gets comfortable (like as soon as you say ok he’s already whisking you away bridal style) 
  • clingy and touchy i can just imagine it 
  • doesn’t mind a little pda 
  • wants everyone to know that you’re his and is proud about it 
  • knows when to give you space but may as well be glued to you all day since he never leaves your side 
  • dimples galore 
  • will get jealous if you prefer other boygroups 
  • but then he’d turn around and be the biggest girl group stan smh double standards 
  • good luck trying to stop him from learning all the dances to g friend and twice
  • those eYEs ohmygod you’ll melt everytime 
  • ^ gets what he wants from you, always 
  • funny af (obviously) 
  • he’d have you laughing so much everyday that you start tearing up 
  • randomly breaking out into a dance and rapping to try and make you laugh / cheer you up 
  • pouty jooheon is so cute 
  • he’d be upset if you accidentally ate something of his that he was looking forward to eating 
  • wouldn’t really be mad at you because he thinks you’re cute 
  • but he’d probably bring it back up one of those days when he wants you to buy a treat for him while you’re on a date together 
  • ^ it probably happens a lot 
  • betting each other on who will pay for a meal out by showing the best aegyo 
  • he always wins 
  • omg your poor wallet 
  • but he’s a gentleman,, he’ll probably pay last minute when you’re not looking 
  • or make up for not paying by buying small things over time 
  • absolutely spOILS you on your birthday 
  • likes to order takeout with you and just binge watch netflix together 
  • but if he cooks he really tries his best 
  • best, but unexpected, food combos like omg why haven’t you thought of eating this together before??? 
  • distracted easily but it’s a cute and dorky trait 
  • texting you his random thoughts and the occasional joke or meme 
  • will ask you for advice when it comes to decision making 
  • you wear the pants in the relationship most of the time 
  • he likes to be controlled by you ;))) 
  • energetic, so can go on for rounds and rounds 
  • dating him will be tiring, but such a fun experience 
  • he’s your cute lil puppy who just loves to give cuddles and kisses all the time
  • constantly reminding you that he loves you 
  • has a strong hold on you when you sleep 
  • whispering how much you mean to him in your ear before kissing you goodnight 
  • would be so afraid to lose you,, pls protect him

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Meant to Be - Part Four: Oh No

All Parts

Pairing: jamilton (Hamilton x Jefferson)

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy@falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses@theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues@phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @aceplaysbass @ilesserpanda @kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla

Word Count: 3140

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks

Dedicated to: @falling-open for their AMAZING art holy guacamole

PS this behaviour is HIGHLY encouraged. I. WANT. ART.

(PPS no pressure tho ily no matter what)

A/N: yIKES… i love you…. have fun <3


Alex’s eyes flashed open, his tiredness forgotten. Had he heard correctly? Had he imagined it? He glanced up to peek at John’s face. He had a small, sad smile on his face and his eyes were closed. Peaceful.

Alex silently wondered what he should do, his mind racing a mile a minute. He really didn’t need any more drama today, but he also didn’t need festering tension in his friend group… He closed his eyes again, already regretting what he was about to say next.

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Second Love (pt. 03)

Pairing: Yoongi | Reader.
Genre: Angst, SummerLove AU, Fluff & Smut
Word Count: 11.3K

A/N: soooo this is the final chapter. I’m surprised this story got so much support. Thank you guys! I’ll be posting more stories in the near future hehe

Pt. 01  |  Pt.02  |  Pt.03


Your body was with Mingyu, but your mind was with somebody else that night.

You couldn’t take Yoongi out of your head. All you could see as you kissed Mingyu was his gummy smile while he watched you trying to rap to the rhythm of Nas’ songs. His lips and how he swept his tongue across them to wet them as he rapped. His black eyes. His voice. His hums while he cleaned the henhouse. His hums as he ate Mrs. Gong’s food. His lips as he gave you that quick peck.

You felt Mingyu’s hands travelling up and down your body as you straddled his lap. The only light that lit up the room coming from the small lights than hung from the wall, reminding you of the ones that Yoongi had in his room.

For a moment you imagined you were in Yoongi’s bed and not yours. That it was Yoongi who you were kissing and not Mingyu. That it was Yoongi’s hands that were trying to unclasp your bra and not Mingyu’s.

You had been confused since the night before. Why did Yoongi act the way he did? He acted as if the fact that you were probably going to sleep with Migyu bothered him. But it couldn’t bother him… Right?

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anonymous asked:

Hey I love your writing! Can I please have a Niall imagine where you get into a bad fight and he walks out and comes back later when he's calm down to find you in the bathroom crying holding something of his? Kind of specific I'm sorry!! 💖

~1,527 words

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“God (Y/N) i just want to go out with the lads for a beer. Get off my back!” He snapped at you while he stomped out of the bedroom and down the hall. Jumping off the bed you followed him.

“Get off your back?! Niall, you’ve gone out for a beer every night this week and the last. You’re at the studio all fucking day and you come home late. I just want one night with you!” He didn’t even react to your words as he went to the closet and pulled out his jacket and boots. “Are you fucking listening? Sometimes I feel like you don’t care anymore. You stopped texting me during the day, and stopped saying goodbye in the mornings. You haven’t even said ‘I love You’ since last saturday.” Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you watched him slip his boots on his feet. You hate fighting and you hate acting this clingy but it felt like he wasn’t even in love with you anymore.

Niall finally made eye contact with you, anger was present in his blue eyes. The way he looked at you made your heart drop to your stomach. “Maybe I go out all the time because you’re so goddamn needy. You constantly want my attention. And I have other things to worry about then saying I love you.”  He pulled his hat onto his head, “Don’t bother waiting up. I might even just crash at Bressie’s house.” His voice had no hint of emotion, turning on his heel he left without another word.

You stood, frozen, staring at the closed front door. You’ve been dating for two years and this was the first fight where you actually felt like he was going to leave you. Even when he was pissed he would still say he loves you, but the look in his eyes made you feel as though that love was gone. Niall did have a loose tongue and would say things he didn’t mean but the words he just said seemed like they were from his heart.

The tears you tried to hold back now fell freely from your eyes, drenching your cheeks. Your feet absent mindedly carried you back to the bedroom and into the walk in closet where you found his favorite sweater. The cream colored fabric still smelled like his cologne and body wash. Taking the sweater into the bathroom you closed the door and sank down to the cool tile floor where you then let all your emotions out. Heavy sobs racked through your body as you hid your face in Niall’s sweater, desperate to feel close to the man you loved; even though it was starting to feel like that love wasn’t mutual.

-

“You good mate?” Deo asked Niall while he nudged his shoulder, “You’ve been zoning in out all night.”

“It’s just- I’m fine.” He responded taking another sip of his Guinnes. His anger and frustration had worn off a while ago and the gravity of what he said, and didn’t say, was just now hitting him. Guilt filled his stomach the more he realized you were right.

“What did you do, Horan?” Another one of the lads asked, all of his friends eyes were on him now.

“I had a fight with (Y/N) before I left and I was a dick.”

“What was it about?” Bressie asked.

“She wanted me ta stay home tonight and watch a movie. She was also upset that I’ve been going out a lot and haven’t really spent time with her.”

“You have been going out a lot though and you’re living in the studio. Why didn’t ya just stay home?” Deo pointed out.

“I- I don’t know, I’m just stressed that the album isn’t gonna be that good and I just wanted a beer. I’m an ass okay, now I wish I just stayed home. Wouldn’t be surprised if I go home and find that all her stuff is gone.” The last sentence almost brought tears to his eyes, he had to bite his lip to prevent himself from crying in front of his friends.

“Why don’t ya just go home, man.”

Niall took a deep breath to ward of his tears before nodding and grabbing his hat off the table, “Bye guys.” He said standing up and leaving without waiting for a response. His boots tapped on the pavement as he made his way to the range rover, telling the fans that he couldn’t stop for pictures. The whole drive back to the house he tried to piece together an apology, he stopped at a gas station and got a bouquet of flowers and all your favorite types of candy. He knew that the flowers and candy would do little to make up for the way he has been acting but it was worth a shot.

When he pulled into the driveway he sighed in relief to see your car still parked but as he looked into the windows he saw that all the lights were off. “Shit.” He muttered under his breath thinking that maybe you got one of your friends to pick you up.

He slowly came into the home and toed off his boots listening for any sign that you were still in the house. Niall had never been so happy to still see your shoes lying on the floor, it was one of his pet peeves that you didn’t put them away on the rack in the closet. He didn’t hear the tv in the den or in the bedroom, it was still fairly early in the evening so he doubted that you had gone to sleep. Wondering around the house he called out for you, “(Y/N)?! Petal, where are ya? I’m sorry I’m such an ass.”

You were still in the bathroom crying, the fight had happened two hours ago but you were still upset. Everytime your tears would slow you’d think about the words Niall said to you and you were right back to sobbing. His sweater was soaked with tears at this point, probably another thing that would make Niall mad at you.

Niall had given up on trying to find you, he walked into the bedroom dropping the bag of candy and flowers on the bed with a huff. He went to go into the bathroom but when he turned the knob and open the door the last thing he expected to see was you sitting on the floor crying with his sweater held tightly in your hands.

Your hair was messily hanging out of your ponytail,  your face was red and blotchy, and your eyelids swollen from crying so much. “Babe..” Niall sighed sinking down to the floor next to you. His presents made you jump, looking up at him you let out a choked sob. All you wanted to do was jump into his arms and hold onto him but he told you you were needy so you stayed where you were.

“Come here princess.” He said sadly pulling you into his chest and rubbing your back. Tears soaked into his shirt but he didn’t care, “I’m so fucking sorry my love. I didn’t mean anything I said. You’re not needy or clingy and nothing is more important than you. I’ve just been really stressed and I didn’t want to burden you with it so I’d just go out.”

“Then why di-d you say that?” You said into his chest, your breath hitched as you tried to talk.

Niall’s heart broke as he heard your voice, “Because I’m stupid and ya know that. I’ve been struggling to get the album together and today was particularly rough, I took that frustration out on you and I’m really sorry about that.”

The two of you sat on the bathroom floor for a good ten minutes before you finally looked up at him, he smiled down at you sadly before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Do ya forgive me?” Niall asked.

“Yeah,” You answered. “Do you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing for me to forgive darlin’, ya did nothing wrong. You were right, I wasn’t spending enough time with you. So tomorrow we’re gonna go out for dinner and a movie then I want ya to tag along to the studio with me. Sound good?”

You nodded cuddling closer into his chest. “Why did ya take my sweater?” He asked. You blushed not wanting to tell him but you did anyway.

“I-I just wanted to feel a close to you.” You responded, your cheeks even redder now. Your answer made Niall realize just how much you missed him and it made him feel like shit.

“I’m sorry love.” He whispered into your hair. “Why don’t we go lay on bed instead of sitting on the hard tile. I also got ya all your favorite candy and some flowers.” You chuckled at his thoughtfulness and the fact that he got you candy and flowers to apologize.

Niall helped you stand and led you by your hand into the bedroom where you both stuffed your face with candy while you just enjoyed each other’s company.

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anonymous asked:

Your hc's are so good! Can you do one where RFA + V + Saeran react to MC teasing them for days, maybe weeks even, but never making hanky panky? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Hello there! This is my first ever HC in my whole life. OMG. I really enjoyed writing this. <3 sending love to you anon

-Mod Fluffy.


Yoosung

  • Poor boy thinks that he’s such a pervert.
  • Shit. Yoosung. Focus. What are you thinking ?!
  • “Yoosungiee~~ Can you hand me the towel? I forgot to bring it here" Yaas MC, it’s the fourth time that you forgot that goddamn towel in a week.
  • Blushing meSS.
  • It’s been like, 5 days when you decided to wear his hoodie over your short shorts while he was playing LOLOL. “Yoosungiee~~” you said as you slowly walked towards him and sat on his lap.
  • Poor bby doesn’t know what to do “M-MC! Oh my god. ”
  • You smiled seductively and gave him a peck on the cheek. He stared at you, unable to move.He can feel heat slowly getting into every inch of his body. You slowly moved closer while still looking into his eyes.
  • Melts like fucking cheese on top of pizza.
  • Okay. Self Control. I. Need. You. Now.
  • You sheepishly grin “Oh. Your hero just died, I’m sorry I distracted you. I’ll go ahead and sleep.” You got of from his lap and went ahead.
  • Wait- WHAT?!
  • MC. WHyieeeee?
  • Sulks all night long and looks at you like a puppy who didn’t got a treat the next day.

ZEN

  • He won’t last a day. Or so you thought.
  • Is really good at ignoring your erotic back stretching with matching moans and intense eye contact.
  • You decided to take a shower while he was on the bed- reading his script. You bravely got out of the bathroom with only a towel on you to see ZEN the Knight~~~ but sleeping.
  • You’ve been doing the same routine for three days but there’s no reaction but a couple of choking and mumbling plus a few seconds of Zen closing his eyes- chanting a silent mantra.
  • You were eating breakfast when you suddenly stared at him right into the eye.
  • “M-MC? What’s wrong?”
  • You slowly parted your lips, not breaking eye contact. “Nothing, Lovely Zen. I’m just trying to tie the cherry stem with my tongue.”
  • That’s.IT.
  • Unleash the beast.
  • “Wa- wait! Zen!”
  • 911 MC needs help.

Jaehee

  • It’s been five days that you are teasing Baehee at work. Sending nudes at random times.
  • Poor baehee blushes the whole time.
  • “Jaehee, what do you think of this lingerie?”
  • Shit. MC. Stop it. Please. I need to finish this pile of reports.
  • Kisses you on the lips RIGht away when she comes home. Grabs your clothes–
  • “Jaehee. Stop. I need to go to my sister’s dorm tonight. I’ll be back before 10.”
  • Is left standing at the hallway.
  • MC.Wha-Why?!
  • Drowns herself into the comfort of coffee the whole night.
  • Won’t talk to you until you make it up to her. ;)

Jumin

  • Won’t give in.
  • Pretends to not notice it. But he does.
  • Have I already told you that he does notice it?
  • It’s been a week and he noticed that you already gave up.
  • Pins you unto the wall “So, you think I didn’t notice you teasing me, huh Princess? Don’t you know how hard it is to control my self ? You’ve been a bad girl. I need to punish you.”
  • #censored
  • #Daddy Jumin
  • #Fifty Shades of Chairman-To-Be

Seven

  • Turns the same color as his hair
  • “M-MC? Please cover up a bit.”
  • Is he saying something? Ohohoho. MC haven’t heard a thing.
  • You walked towards him, aggressively turning his swivel chair towards you and climbing up to straddle him.
  • Error 707 has stopped working.
  • You pressed your body to his. And started kissing him.
  • In The Name Of The F—
  • He grabbed you by the waist and started kissing down your neck.
  • “Wai-Wait! Saeyoung! I need to tell you something!.
  • Momentarily stops and stares at you.
  • “We’re out of Honey Buddha Chips”
  • Will probably forget about you teasing him and him losing control.
  • 10/10 will panic because of Honey Buddha Chips.
  • “MC! Why’d you tell me just now?”

V

  • Honestly, he doesn’t mind.
  • Oh wait. He does.
  • Will make a plan to have his way.
  • Huh. You were teasing him and won’t do it. He’ll surely find a way for you to give up that crazy teasing game.
  • 10/10 will prepare a path of rose petals at home with dim lights and sexy as hell music. Will usher you to bath that he prepared himself.
  • Romantic as hell. Like. Who the heck has the audacity to not give him the hanky panky willy wonka with that kind of treatment he will give you.

Saeran

  • Tease? Who? Him? You sure?
  • Days? u kiddin him,right?
  • This boi won’t last 5 minutes if you’re gonna walk in front of him wearing his Shirt with your undies underneath.
  • “Saeraaan~~”
  • I.WANT.YOU.
  • RIGHT.NOW.
  • Self Control? The heck is that? Tease me MC, but be responsble for what happens next. ;)

anonymous asked:

I know this may sound funny, but I swear I'm serious. Please write that Mc gets stuck in a toilet, RFA+minor trio, please

This is really funny, it made me laugh out loud but… did… did this happen to you? Where did this prompt come from? I’m so curious.

Also, I have no idea where you’re from and if you meant “stuck in a bathroom” or “stuck in an actual toilet” so I wrote for both. That’s probably just me overthinking things, so you don’t have to worry about anything being unclear.


Yoosung

  • It was late at night
  • MC was sleeping over, and woke up because she had to pee
  • She didn’t want to turn on the lights and disturb Yoosung, so she made her way to the bathroom in complete darkness
  • However, she didn’t know that Yoosung had left the toilet seat up, so when she went to sit, her knees hit her chest and she let out a startled yelp
  • The seat the hit her in the back 
  • Once she’d calmed down (although a little frustrated at the situation), MC went stand, she realized she’d gotten stuck
  • Thankfully, the ruckus had already woken Yoosung, and MC was able to call for his help without disturbing the neighbors
  • Yoosung, the poor baby, felt really guilty, apologized a million times, and promised to put the seat down from now on so that it wouldn’t happen again

Jaehee

  • When she walked into the bathroom to find MC trying to pry her hand out of the toilet tank, where it had gotten stuck, she straight up called emergency services for help
  • As embarrassing as it was, MC was extracted from the toilet by the fire department
  • When Jaehee asked MC why she had her hand jammed in that part of the toilet anyways, MC holds up a plastic baggy with an engagement ring inside
  • She’s been hiding the ring the only place she thought Jaehee in wouldn’t look
  • However, MC also says that she’ll propose another day, because this is not remotely romantic and Jaehee deserves something special
  • Jaehee ends up laughing despite herself, and MC has so many mixed feelings as she flushes deep red

Zen

  • They were on location, Zen was shooting a scene, and MC really had to use the bathroom
  • So she ran off to the use the porta-potty they had set up nearby
  • While gross, MC was desperate
  • Once she had finished her business, MC went to leave, only to find the door stuck
  • This was bad
  • She tried calling out for help, banging on the door, but nobody seemed to hear her
  • So she went on the Messenger
  • 707: Hey hey MC! What’s up?
  • MC: you’re not going to believe this, but I’m kind of stuck.
  • Jaehee: stuck?
  • MC:….. nevermind. I shouldn’t have said anything.
  • 707: Traffic?
  • 707: gasp! Maybe she was abducted! Now she’s stuck on their space ship!
  • Zen has logged on
  • Zen: MC, where are you? I can’t find you anywhere! I’ve been worried sick!
  • Jaehee: she’s missing?! I’ll call Mr. Han!
  • MC: NO!
  • MC: Jaehee that’s not necessary! It’s not that bad!
  • Zen: Then where are you?!
  • MC: Zen…. I’m stuck in a porta-potty.
  • 707: lol
  • 707: lolololol
  • MC: 😓
  • 707: lololololololololololololol
  • MC: look can… can someone just help get me out of here? The door is stuck.
  • Zen: I’m on my way.
  • Turns out there was a truck parked in front of the porta-potty
  • Like, it backed up so it’s bumper held the door shut
  • If Zen didn’t cause a fuss about it, MC might’ve been stuck in there for hours

Jumin

  • The newly painted doors in their newly finished were a fraction too big and their was a draft 
  • How did MC know this?
  • Because the door swung shut hard behind her when she had to run to the bathroom, as she’d been feeling kind of sick lately
  • Now the door was stuck because the paint caused the door to jam
  • Because she left her phone outside of the bathroom, MC had to wait for Jumin to wonder where she was
  • The moment she told him the door was stuck, he brute forced the door open himself
  • He’s a mix of angry and concerned, and after assuring that, yes, MC is fine, he makes a few calls to make sure that the doors will be replaced immediately so that this doesn’t happen again, especially when he’s not around

Saeyoung

  • He had prank days
  • Saeyoung would booby trap the house and certain things would become unsafe
  • It was usually harmless, like switching the salt with sugar and such
  • This time, Saeyoung decides to grease the toilet
  • So now, MC was somehow sitting, with her butt lodged in the seat, unable to get out
  • But she refused to give Saeyoung the pleasure of seeing her like this
  • MC tries to pry herself out, but no matter what she does, she can’t seem to wiggle free
  • Whatever Saeyoung greased the toilet with, much to her dismay, works against her getting out
  • She manages to get out after about five minutes of struggling
  • MC cleans the toilet, then puts chili pepper and garlic powder in his HBC and waits

V

  • MC had politely excused herself to go use the bathroom while she was helping him go through some of his new work
  • V hadn’t thought to tell her that the lid was broken and he hadn’t bothered to replace it yet
  • Then he heard a loud snap, a crash, and the sound MC screaming
  • Immediately he was on his feet and at the bathroom door, knocking and asking if she was okay
  • It turned out she’d gone to the bathroom to text Jumin and ask a question about V she was too embarrassed ask to his face, had sat down on the lid, and it had given way under her weight
  • Now MC was more embarrassed about their accident than anything else, especially since her skirt was wet and she was stuck
  • V carefully helped pull her out, found a pair of old sweatpants that she could borrow, and put her skirt in the wash, reassuring her the whole time that it was fine and she doesn’t need to be embarrassed

Saeran

  • The plumbing had burst at their apartment, so they were temporarily staying in a tiny hotel room until it could be fixed
  • Saeran was watching some TV while MC is taking a shower
  • He vaguely hears the water turn off, but he’s not paying attention until he hears a yelp, a crashing noise, and then a groan of pain
  • Saeran ignores it, because she’s probably fine…
  • Then she calls for him
  • When he walks in, he actually bursts out laughing
  • Because MC slipped and fell so that she’s jammed between the toilet and the wall
  • Honestly, she has no idea how she ended up that position, but arms are stuck and she can’t get out
  • After some help from Saeran and some wiggling, MC finally gets free
  • The only downside is that Saeran’s still laughing the whole time

Vanderwood

  • MC had forgotten the toilet seat was broken, so she tried to stand on the seat to grab something off a shelf, the seat snapped, and now her foot was stuck
  • Vanderwood’s first react was to raise an eyebrow and wonder how in the world this happened
  • He helps get MC free, a little exasperated the whole time
  • Sometimes he’ll remind her and laugh

lostin-the-transition  asked:

Okay! First of all, I love your hcs and fics so much, and I'm such a happy and proud potato that you keep your blog up-to-date through everything! SO what if MC switched bodies (somehow) with the people of the RFA+V+Saeran? SFW or NSFW, it's up to you. Much love!

This might be a little short, def ooc, and not completely on the NSFW side, but I thought this would be a good chance to have something a little silly/funny on the blog! Much love to you too!!

(Lets also say that they’re dreaming or something like that for an excuse habfhsdbfhs I’m so bad when it comes to these plots)

All panicking aside, these folks may do a few weird things.

Zen would probably want to view himself from ‘your’ eyes- Getting an actual outside perspective of himself and loving it (also making some notes on what he could do to tone up a bit more, new ways to style his hair, etc). When if came to your body, however, he wouldn’t know what to do with his hands. For one, he would really, really, want to touch a few certain areas, but the look you give him when he’s quietly thinking about it scares him into forgetting the thought right then and now. Besides, he’s too much of a gentlemen to actually follow through those thoughts…

Yoosung would probably panic the whole day, and not just for your sake either. He’d be so worried about how you would think of his body. Is it weird??? Are you…Are you looking at–Aah! He’s panic so much. He’d want to be with you the whole time the ordeal was going on, just so he knows you’re not looking at him naked and critiquing his body. As for yours, he would have such a hard time changing clothes. And don’t even get him started on your bra- He tried putting on a shirt with his eyes closed and nearly died when he realised he was forgetting it.

Jumin wouldn’t leave your side. He’d be very worried about how you would present him. He would know that you would have a different air about you, and he needs to keep his reputation. Not that he doesn’t trust you….But he knows you. You haven’t grown up with the years of training he has on etiquette and presenting yourself. You’re still lost on his lifestyle, so he would stay by your side, acting so stoic in your body it gives you some weird vibes. But, granted, he wouldn’t let his mind wander about your body at all.

Seven would probably jokingly encourage you to mess around with his body, joking about how you two can really switch the roles up. But, silliness aside, he would be a bit weirded out. Very weirded out. If you even took his jacket off he would whine a bit, wanting you to cover himself back up. I mean it’s one thing when he decides to undress for you, but you in his body seeing himself from his perspective…Too much!!! He might practice taking off your bra a bit…How does that one latch always get stuck???

Jaehee would be pretty uncomfortable. She might think it’s nice to not have that weight on her chest all the time, and her hair longer, but seeing how she looks to other people would just be so weird. She’d be constantly frowning, walking around ‘you’ and thinking about a few ways she needs to adjust herself (Maybe getting a skirt thats a little less tight, different colored stockings….). After you try to give her some encouraging words (and failing due to the general weirdness), she’d calm down a bit….but definitely would be researching ways to reverse this

Saeran is not coming out of his room. No. Nope. Never. Not until he gets his own body back. And he would nearly want to force you to do the exact same- Do Not make a fool out of him, please god. He would die. Would he want to view your body? Probably. But he would be so creeped out by the whole thing he would just lay in bed and try to sleep it away, or just ignore it to the best of his ability.

V would probably be too shy to stay with you in the room. He’d frown about how his hair can be sometimes (”I never realized how much it nearly covered my eyes…”), and a few other details, but he would never, ever, let his hands stray over any strange areas for too long. He’d be a bit confused on what exactly is happening, why this even happened in the first place, but he’d focus on calming you down first, if he can. (Though he might ask you to make sure to brush his hair if you absolutely need to go out).


(If this was a dream, I’d like to imagine the RFA and Co waking up in a cold sweat, wondering what the fucking hell they just dreamed about.)

I Told You So

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count: 2383

Warnings: injury, swearing, minor angst 

A/N: Based on anon request: What if reader gets injured or sick in some way and Bones has to treat them but he’s mad that they’re hurt (because he hates to see them hurt) and he’s kind of rude about it? And reader is anxious and doesn’t like doctors/being yelled at and he goes to apologize after but reader isn’t ready to accept and says they need some time to think about it?? Surprisingly not as angsty as I originally intended, but I hope you still enjoy it!!


“Told you so,” Bones gloated, running a dermal regenerator over the burns of your hand.

“I wouldn't’ve gotten hurt if Keenser could’ve held his sneeze two more goddamn minutes,” you grumbled. “‘It’s the last time you’ll see me for a week. Promise.”

Bones snorted. “You’ll be back in two days tops.”

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