i wish i could take him home

anonymous asked:

Roommates AUs?

I loooove this AU! Thank you for requesting this! Let me know if you’ve seen more!

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Roommate AU


When Life Gives You Lemons, Add Sugar by shereadsthestars, Mature, 7.7k
What could possibly be worse than getting stuck with a roommate you weren’t expecting? Discovering that roommate is none other than Viktor f*cking Nikiforov. I LOVE THIS FIC SO SO MUCH! 

centripetal force by braveten, Explicit, 85k
Victor speaks seven languages. (Physics isn’t one of them.) Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major. LOVE this!

not gold like in your dreams by ebenroot, Teen, 66k (WIP)
in which Victor and Yuuri are roommates and Yuuri has a secret. WOW!!

cover story by fan_nerd, Explicit, 8.2k
Yuuri stares down at the person standing in the doorway. The stranger hisses, “Who do you think you are, anyways?”
Quickly, before he can really think about it, Yuuri responds, “I’m Victor’s boyfriend.”
It’s a lie, but the words feel good in his mouth, and for some reason, he doesn’t want to take them back. SO good! Love this fic!

Just Hold On (We’re Going Home) by kiaronna, Mature, 23k
Where Yuuri remembers the banquet, Viktor forgets, and Yakov Feltsman has his own plans. I screamed so much while reading this it’s so so so amazing OMG

Foresight, not just foreplay by myoue, Mature, 6.7k
There’s no way I could have casual sex, Victor says, I’d fall in love immediately. Smutty and sweet!

The melody of your soul by Analys, Mature, 5.5k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri is a talented singer with a voice that spellbinds anybody that hears him sing but his stage fright and anxiety takes the best of him. He wishes to become a world acknowledged singer and his dream starts taking form when he’s accepted at the prestigious Juilliard School with his childhood friend, Phichit. However, Yuuri ends up rooming with a total stranger, a senior student that is supposed to guide him through his first semester and help him overcome his stage fright. Roommate that turns out to be the school prodigy, Victor Nikiforov. Really good so far!

stargazer606  asked:

Can you RFA gang being left alone with their new baby for the first time. Like MC had to go grab diapers or something and they are alone with the baby for the first tine

◉ Yoosung 

  • For a while he just watched the baby sleeping
  • He leaned over the crib and contemplated touching the babies little feet
  • But he didn’t want to disturb the infants sleep
  • It was odd for him to be the only one home
  • He wasn’t exactly worried…
  • But it was just strange to think that you weren’t there if he needed help
  • Eventually he got on LOLOL while he waited for you and the baby napped
  • He was in the middle of playing when he heard soft cries coming from the crib
  • It took him a second to remember that you weren’t home
  • Freaked out and jumped up to get the baby
    • “Awww…are we hungry little guy?”
  • He picked him up so delicately and held him in his arms
  • Grabbed a bottle from the fridge and prepared it while rocking the baby
    • “Wanna watch daddy beat some monsters while you eat?” he smiled, “your dad is so good, he can play with one hand!”
  • He felt pretty proud of himself and his multitasking abilities
  • Explained everything he was doing in the game
  • Every now and then he’d stop to give a light kiss to the babies head
  • And he laughed when he got excited at defeating a monster and the baby smiled
    • “Oh! You like that? No one can beat your dad!”
  • He was just about to stop playing when you came home
    • “Oh, he’s awake? How is everything?” you asked
    • “Great, honey. He just ate…and I think he likes watching me play”
  • You laughed as you brought your bags inside
    • “Now don’t start using the baby as an excuse to get online.”
    • “No! He laughed I swear!” he gave you a kiss

◉ Jumin

  • He’s not worried at all when you have to leave and fetch diapers
  • After all, he’s Jumin Han
  • He can handle anything
  • He’s feeling pretty confident until the baby starts crying
  • He holds her at eye level
    • “Now, what’s the matter…”
  • Right, she can’t talk
    • “You’ve just eaten…so you can’t be hungry…”
  • He checks her diaper, but it’s dry
    • “Now, how did MC do this?”
  • He holds her to his chest and starts to pat her back
  • Thinking maybe she needs to burp?
  • After several minutes of her still crying he is starting to get worried
  • He doesn’t want MC to come back and think he can’t handle his child
  • As he begins to rock her he hums a little bit
  • To his surprise she starts to quiet down and relax
    • “Oh? You like that?”
  • He puts on some soft opera music and hums along for her
  • Pretty soon her eyes are closing and she drifts off to sleep
  • Just as you come home
  • You can hear him humming as you creep into the bedroom
  • You smile wide
  • And see him laying her down gently in the crib
  • He closes the door behind you both and silently follows you back to the main room
    • “How was she?” you smile
    • “Just fine, perfect as always,” he kisses you

◉ Zen

  • Ummm…wait, what?
  • Okay he is a little panicky
  • It’s not that he doesn’t want to, but he is scared of doing something wrong
  • Has you show where everything is like 5 times
    • “Zen, babe, you know what to do. Stop psyching yourself out,” you laugh
    • “You’re right…I’m sorry,” he takes a deep breath and holds the baby
  • Watches as you leave the apartment
  • Stares down at the baby in his arms for a while and smiles at how cute she is
  • He doesn’t know what to do at first
    • “Wanna help me run some lines?”
  • Sits with her on the couch and reads from his script
    • “I’ve listened to your lies for the last time, Rebecca!” he reads
  • The baby smiles and coos a little laugh
    • “No, you’re supposed to be upset you little cutie. Don’t worry, we have plenty of time to practice,” he kisses her forehead
  • She’s making little faces and he can’t help but take out his phone
    • “Mommy will want to see this!”
  • He’s taking selfies and short videos and sending them to you
    • “Me and the little actress in training are having a good time! Miss you!”
  • When she falls asleep he doesn’t want to put her down
  • Finally you come home and see them quietly sitting together, her nestled in his arms
    • “Why don’t you put her in her crib?” you say sweetly as you place a hand on his shoulder
  • He’s looking down on her and running a finger on her cheek
    • “I will…in a minute,” he smiles

◉ Jaehee

  • She’s got this honestly 
  • She has the babies whole schedule planned out
  • Feeding and nap times
  • She knows approximately how many diapers you guys go through in a day etc
  • She is supermom
  • And she urges you to go out and get some time for yourself
    • “Bring me back a pastry and a coffee from the cafe, please,” she smiles and calls to you as you leave the apartment
  • Plays her favorite Zen musical on the television while she rocks the baby
    • “This is the best number,” she whispers
  • Sings along to it
  • And the baby smiles
  • She’d never let anyone else hear her singing, though
  • Dances a bit while she rocks the baby
    • “I’ll take you to all of the shows you want when you get a little older. Maybe you’ll be an actor like Zen! Oh, but you don’t have to. You can be anything you want and I’ll still love you”
  • She almost lost track of time and rushes to get a bottle prepared
  • Just as it is warm enough he starts to get fussy
    • “I know, I know, here you go baby”
  • Her favorite thing is feeding him
  • Well, almost favorite thing
  • She loves when he falls asleep after eating
  • Which he always does
  • She places his sleeping frame gently in the crib
  • And presses a finger to her lips to let you know that you need to be quiet as you enter the apartment once again
    • “Your coffee and pastry as requested,” you whisper and hand them to her
    • “Thank you so much, I really needed this,” she sighs and gives you a quick kiss before taking a sip

◉ Saeyoung

  • It’s all fun and games until the reality hits that he’s alone with a tiny human that needs him
  • He’s read enough book and articles on the internet to take care of his own child
  • Sighs and reassures himself
  • Places her in his sling as he makes her a bottle
  • He LOVES baby wearing
  • Keeps his hands free
  • So nervous that he’s acting like he’s never made a bottle before in his life
  • Testing the heat on his skin over and over because he’s worried it might be just a little too warm
  • Finally it’s good enough and he sits down to feed her
    • “You have milk, daddy has chips!”
  • Pops a few HBC in his mouth
  • Drops a couple crumbs on her
    • “Whoops!” wipes them off, “don’t tell mommy” >.>….
  • Notices she looks a little weird
    • “What’s that face? You can’t have any chips yet you don’t have teeth”
  • Takes the bottle from her and starts to pat her back for a burp
  • And she spits up all over him
    • “Noooo! My hoodie!” T_T
  • Okay but he laughs a little
  • Takes it off and throws it in the wash
    • “You’re the first and hopefully the last girl to ever puke on me…you’re lucky you’re cute”
  • Grabs a book and holds her in the rocking chair
    • “I know you’re little, but I think you’ll like this story”
  • Reads to her until she falls asleep
  • And even he is dozing off a bit when you come home
  • You take her from him and put her in the crib
    • “Where is your hoodie?” you ask when you notice he isn’t wearing it
    • “She destroyed it,” he cries
  • You just laugh and laugh
    • “I wish I could have been here to see that,” you kiss him
    • “It’s not funny!” he pouts
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Originally posted by osyub

pairing: jung hoseok x reader
genre/warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst (this is low-key cute and sad at the same time, my heart)
words: 5,959
summary: you’ve been in a long-distance friendship with Hoseok for a couple of years, hiding feelings that you think he may also reciprocate. What happens when you finally cross paths with him again…
note. based on a request. Named after this song here. Also, periods of italics indicate the characters are speaking English!

a/n: by the way, who’s shocked I managed to write something under 6k…Has this ever happened before?! Also, this is really different for me because I don’t usually like writing so close to reality, but I loved the idea so much, I had to write it!

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Huntress in the Snow

What if Rhys had met Feyre back when she was still a little girl, alone in the woods and hunting for her family? Inspired by this beautiful work of art, here’s the hypothetical meeting between an abused, tired Rhysand and a tiny Feyre.

 

Rhysand rarely leaves Amarantha’s court Under the Mountain.

He rarely leaves her bedroom, for that matter. Life is just a frenzy of lies, sex, dancing, drinking, hatred and torture these days and he has long given up on making his existence bearable. He doesn’t really care anymore.

He doesn’t care for the stares they give him, the names. He doesn’t care for those pitying glances. He doesn’t care when Amarantha is straddling him, using him, her fingers pulling his hair.

Spring Court is covered in masks right now, but Rhysand might as well be wearing one, too. He doesn’t recognize himself in the mirror anymore. He murmurs things in her ears, he lies, promises, he kills on her behalf, he smirks and laughs and betrays, and he isn’t sure he can ever get back from that.

He’s doing it for Velaris and his beloved ones. That is what he tells himself, over and over and over again, when he’s buried inside her or when he snaps someone’s neck. It’s the only reason he’s still holding on. Velaris. Mor. Amren. His brothers. His court.

Court of Dreams. It’s like a bitter joke, ashes in his mouth. He doesn’t know if he will ever see them again. Doesn’t know if he wants to- after what he’s done.  

He probably won’t ever see them again. This nightmare will never end.

Life is miserable. Rhys doesn’t care.

With the way things are developing right now, his old enemy Tamlin is going to join them in a few years- 42 years have passed and that fool, that idiotic fool hasn’t managed to break the curse. If he realizes that he could save them all, Rhysand doesn’t know. Perhaps Tamlin is just trying to protect those he loves as well. Perhaps he’s trying- perhaps he’s fighting.

Perhaps he’s not.

Rhysand doesn’t care.

He also doesn’t care that Amarantha sends him to the human realm today. To find a group of fae from Dawn Court that have escaped; find them, bring them to her, watch her torture and kill them and fuck her afterwards. It’s nothing to him. He’ll play his part. He’ll be urgent and passionate- I’ve been aching for you, my queen, my everything, woman of my dreams- only you, only ever you- he’ll make her scream his name and kiss her afterwards.

All the while, he’ll be somewhere else. He’ll be talking to Amren, quietly. He’ll be drinking with Cass and Azriel, playing cards. He’ll be dancing with Mor. He’ll be walking through the streets of Velaris.

That’s the only thing he has. And even those memories are further and further away from him with each passing day. Rhysand is afraid that he’ll wake up some morning and find that there’s no fight left inside him- that he’ll just give up.

He looks around.

He’s in a forest, close to the wall. It’s spring, but snow still covers the trees and the ground. He will encounter no humans here- none of them would be so foolish, so daring to get this close to the wall. He sits down next to a stream, closes his eyes and just doesn’t think. A few, scattered moments of peace- he takes what he gets.

Just a few moments. Then he’ll hunt those poor bastards down.

Feyre is twelve, and she’s been roaming this forest for a year now. She’s been following the village’s hunters; copy the way they set their snarls, carry their bows. She has a dream: she’ll hunt so much food her father will get better again. Nesta and Elain will get fatter, rounder, and they will both find very handsome men to marry. Then it’ll be Feyre and her father, and she’ll hunt for him while he reads at home, and in the evening, she’ll cook for him and paint a little.

So far, she hasn’t ever shot anything bigger than a rabbit, and that one time was on accident. The snarls are what works better.

Nesta turned fifteen yesterday. Feyre knows her sister has hoped their father would say something, but he has forgotten all of their birthdays. Nesta has looked like murder all day long. Elain tried to talk to her, but she locked herself in their room.

Elain and Nesta are very sad, Feyre knows that. They remember more of their mother and they talk about her sometimes, exchanging bits and pieces of who she used to be. In the beginning, right after they moved into the little hut at the village’s edge, they tried to be there for her- but they have too much to worry about, now. They never even play with each other. They don’t thank her when she brings food home.

Feyre makes her way through the trees. She must always stay away from the wall- dangerous creatures are there, fae. She’s so afraid of them she has nightmares sometimes.

But today, some inner voice tells her that the wall is not dangerous. That no fae will hurt her. And almost by themselves, their feet make her walk closer and closer to the buzzing, invisible thing that separates their human world from the fae.

When she comes onto a clearing, she sees a man. He is sitting on a fallen tree branch next to a river and his head his lowered, almost as if he were praying. He doesn’t carry weapons, but his clothes are fine and elegant- he must be a rich merchant, lost in the woods.

Perhaps she’ll get a reward if she leads him out of here. Curiosity gets the better of her. “Are you okay?”, she calls over to him, and that is the exact same moment he looks up and meets her eyes.

It knocks the breath out of her. He’s a fae. His ears are long and pointed, and there is something otherworldly in his features that marks him as different.

This is it. She is going to die. Nesta and Elain and her father will starve because she’s not there anymore. How could she be so careless, hunting so close to the wall?

The man takes in her unwashed hair, her threadbare clothes, her make-shift bow. “You should not be here”, he rasps. “You should run.”

Feyre tries to be a still as she can be. The man doesn’t get up, doesn’t come closer. As if he knows that she’ll start screaming if he does.

“Go”, he commands, angry. “Don’t ever come here again. Understand me? Don’t go into the forest at all. Stay at home.”

And she should do just that, run until she’s far away from him, but…

“I have to”, Feyre says. “I have to hunt.”

“No, you don’t. A small girl like you should stay with her family.”

“You don’t understand.” She steps closer, her bow still ready in her hand. “My family will starve if I don’t. I am doing all of this for them.”

The man breathes in, sharply, and she swears that she sees devastation in his eyes. “What?”

“My father can’t take care of us.” Why the words are spilling from her mouth like that, Feyre doesn’t know. “And my sisters are scared. I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them.”

The man stares at her.

“Are you going to hurt me?”, Feyre asks. She tries to hide that she is scared of that fae. She tries to pretend that she could shoot him, if she wanted.

He shakes his head, slowly. “Of course not.”

“What are you doing here, then? Shouldn’t fae be on the other side of the wall?”

The man smiles a bitter smile. “Usually, we should. But I…was allowed a little freedom today.”

“Are you a hunter, too?”

He closes his eyes. “I suppose.”

“Then you’re a little bit like me.”

“Well.” He laughs. “Not really. But I am doing this for my family, too. All of this.”

Feyre doesn’t know why, but for some strange reason, it makes her very happy that the man has a family. That he’s not alone.

“That’s good”, she smiles. “You should go be with them, not sit in the forest by yourself.”

He nods. “You’re right, of course. As should you.”

Feyre steps as close to him as she dares. The fae is very pretty, she realizes. All the older village girls would probably be in love with him. But he looks sad, she thinks, and she doesn’t know why, but it makes her heart ache a little. She wants him smiling.

“Here.” The fae nods his head and suddenly, a basket filled with bread and meat appears in the snow. “Take that home to your family. It should give you enough food to eat for the next few weeks. I can’t- I wish I could do more. But my hands are quite literally tied.”

“Is this some sort of trick?”, Feyre asks. “Some bargain? Some fairy magic?”

The fae shakes his head, a flicker of amusement on his face. “No bargain, little girl. Although I’m impressed you’re already so wary for your age.”

Feyre picks up the basket. This is better than the time she shot the rabbit. This is all of her birthdays combined. “Thank you- what’s your name?”

“Rhys”, he says, looking at his hands. “That’s what my friends call me.”

“That family you told me about?”

“Yes”, Rhys says softly. “My family.”

Feyre smiles at him. It comes so easy, the smile- because something deep inside her core tells her that she doesn’t need to be afraid of him. And she trusts that. “Thank you, Rhys. Your family is lucky to have you. You just saved mine today.”

He still looks so very sad. “Then that’s something”, he says hoarsely. “Before you go- one thing.”

And suddenly there are talons in her head, and she can’t move anymore.

“It’ll be over in a few moments”, Rhys says. “But I can’t let you remember me. She’ll find out, somehow. She’ll break you just for fun.”

Some white blanket is thrown over her mind, and the next second, Feyre finds herself alone in the woods.

What just happened? Why is she here?

Oh, yes- she remembers- the rich merchant who she met on her way here showed mercy and handed her the basket-

What on earth is she doing so close to the wall?

Feyre turns around and runs. Today is such a good day. She feels happy, not just because of the gift…but because of something else.

And maybe she can get through all of this.

Maybe she’ll find a way out of this someday.  

Rhys has never done something like this, but he forces himself to forget her. He pushes her image into the very, very back of his mind, he uses his magic on himself and forces himself to forget about that girl in the snow, that tiny, little huntress.

Because for some reason, he knows that she is important. For what, he doesn’t know. But he’ll do what it takes to keep her hidden from Amarantha.  

It makes him cry out in pain to use those talons on himself, but-

Rhys finds himself standing somewhere in the forest.

Why is he still here? He should go- hunt those Dawn fae down.

There’s a weird feeling of goodness in the back of his mind. Of happiness. And he remembers- that those he loves are out there. That somehow, someday, he’ll see them again. That there is a reason for everything.

He feels hope, and he doesn’t know why.

I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them, whispers a voice inside his head. He knows who said it-

A girl-

He can’t remember. But that feeling lingers.

That night, when Amarantha is on top of him, moving and moaning about how good this feels after a kill, all he can think is the clock is ticking, you bitch. You’ll go down soon. Someone will come and end you.

When she leaves him, he showers and washes her scent off him. Someone is out there, he thinks. Someone good. This world is not completely lost. And for some reason, he cares again. Cares about what happens. Cares about who wins. Suddenly, he wants to fight.

That night, he has the strangest dream. It’s a hand, unpacking a basket full of bread, apples and meat. A small hand; a child’s hands. But it makes him so inexplicably happy he thinks about that dream for days.

A few years later, when Rhysand has long forgotten about everything, he dreams of that same hand again.

Only this time that delicate, female hand is drawing flowers on a table.

And something inside Rhysand whispers, soon.

Soon.

Soon.

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The Need (Joker x Reader)

“Imagine the Joker falling for you when you’re taken hostage during a bank heist.”

Requested by Anon: “Can you write something where the joker meets a girl while him and Harley are out causing mayhem and the joker can’t get the girl out of his head? And he eventually leaves Harley for her?”

A/N: I almost made this a two part fic because I didn’t want it do be too long. But I like how it came out. I hope you guys like it too!~

Warnings: Violence, swearing, falling for people who probably aren’t good for you.


Why did banks always have such long lines? You’d think that they would be a bit more efficient.

“Don’t you just hate long lines?”

“Sorry, what?” You blinked a few times before you realized that the man in front of you was speaking to you. He repeated himself and smiled at you, to which you smiled in return. “Yeah, the lines are usually what keep me from making frequent trips here.”

He laughed and nodded in agreement. “Same here. The reason I’m even here today is for my son.”

“Oh really?” You looked around, “where is he?”

“At the hospital, he just had surgery so I’m withdrawing some money to go buy him something to keep him occupied while he’s recovering.”

Your smile grew a bit, “that’s kind of you. How old is he?”

“He’ll be 6 next month.”

Before you could respond, the blast of an explosion threw everyone in the line onto the floor. The room was engulfed in smoke and debris from the explosion. As the dust started to settle, you could see the two figures responsible.

“Listen up, everybody!” The female voice called out. “You’re all going to do as we say and if you don’t, well…we’ll have to kill ya.” The woman walked towards you and the others who had been line. “Ya got that?”

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I met this cat at the Cat Cafe San Diego. His name is Arlow and he’s up for adoption. He had the softest, most beautiful blue grey fur and within minutes of me introducing myself, he was purring away like a steam engine and licking my hand. He likes sleeping, soft fusses and bursts of running around having fun. I wish I could take him home!

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Anon requested: Can you do prompt 18 and include the BAU ladies please?

dear anon, you didn’t clarify who with so I did Reid, but if you want Morgan instead just request it!! also, i’m not going in order with requests, i’m just writing them when and how i see fit. Enjoy!!! lmk what you think of this one shot. i feel like it’s not my best work ):

Prompt 18: “I think I might be pregnant.”


You woke up quite unpleasantly. You felt queasy, and had been throwing up a lot for the past few days. You didn’t want to assume anything, but you definitely had a feeling that this was more than an upset stomach. Your genius boyfriend would probably know what it was if you told him your symptoms.

Dr. Spencer Reid was yours for almost a year, but you’d known him for a long time before that since you worked together. There was always something there. It was an underlying love that you were both too stupid to admit to until Morgan just kind of blurted out, “He’s in love with you dammit and you love him too, I know you do.” Thanks to him, you were happily with Spencer. 

You slowly got ready to go to the BAU. One thing that was good about working today though was seeing JJ, Penelope, and Emily, who you could confide in about your concerns. You always wanted to see Spencer but today was an exception. You didn’t know if you could face him knowing that you may be carrying his baby and he has no idea.


After arriving at the BAU, you got off the elevator and immediately walked over to Prentiss, who could read your expression like a book. “What’s wrong?” she asked, touching your arm comfortingly. You shook your head and sighed. “I’ll tell you in a minute, but with JJ and Garcia.”

Spencer approached you, smiling gently. “Hey, are you alright?” he asked. 

“Yes,” you breathed out, trying to look like you actually were. He furrowed his eyebrows but kissed your cheek and walked back over to his desk.

“Okay, seriously, what’s going on?” Emily asked. She pulled you over to where JJ was standing with Penelope, who both looked up at you when they heard you coming. “What’s wrong?” they both asked. You sighed, “Nothing’s wrong, I just need to talk to you guys, can we go to your office, JJ?” 

She nodded. You all quietly walked over, the male agents looking confused at you. Morgan gave you a questioning look but you shook your head and entered JJ’s office, shutting the door behind you.

Before the girls could interrogate you, you blurted it out. “I think I might be pregnant.”

Penelope’s eyes widened. They resembled saucers. “Are you serious? Little Reids running around? Oh my god, I love this!” She hugged you tightly, jumping up and down a little.

“Wait, you think? Y/N, you need to take a test and be sure.” Emily told you. She smiled though at the thought of you and Reid and a child, a whole family. JJ asked you why you thought so, and you told her about the morning sickness, and the other things that gave you a gut feeling there was something different. It was so early, but you’d missed your period as well and that was unusual. JJ laughed, “I think you are too. I wish you could take a test right now, I want to know!” She seemed excited. 

The truth was that you were excited too, but you were so afraid that you wouldn’t be ready to have a child. However, Spencer would be amazing and you found immense comfort in that. But for the rest of the day you avoided him, fearing that he’d profile you and figure it out before you had the chance to take a test, be sure, and tell him yourself.

You went back home that night after stopping at the convenience store to buy the test. Straight to the bathroom you went, then took it and waited for the result. 

Here it was. The moment of truth. 

You turned the test over to look at it. Two lines. 

You were pregnant with Spencer’s child.

You were about to call Spencer and ask him to come over when there was a knock on your door. You hid the tests in your drawer. “Who is it?” you called out, hoping they’d just go away. 

“It’s me, baby,” Spencer let himself in. He walked to the bathroom from the living room, opening his arms for a hug. It’d been a long day.

You cuddled into him. “I have something to tell you.”

He pulled away suddenly. “Are you going to break up with me? Because you were avoiding me all day and then you went into JJ’s office with JJ and Prentiss and Garcia and you all had some weird girl meeting or something and–”

“Spence.” You cut him off. 

“What?” he breathed, looking down at you with wide eyes. You didn’t say anything, but opened the drawer and took three positive tests out.

He smiled immediately when he saw them, picking you up and spinning around. “Oh my god! So this is why you acted so weird! You’re pregnant?” 

“We’re pregnant!” you exclaimed, practically squealing with excitement.

Spencer felt light and happy. He leaned down to kiss your stomach. “Hi, baby.” 

Then, he came back up to kiss you. “You’re going to be an amazing mom.”

You smiled brightly. It was one of those things that you didn’t know you needed to hear until you heard it. He sounded so sure of it. He seemed like he really meant it, and if he thought you could do it, then so did you. Him, your team, and your baby were all you’d ever need.


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Past the Clouds, We’ll Find the Stars [CS FF Oneshot]

This was supposed to be a little oneshot that was sparked from my headcanon about CS adopting. It took on a life of its own and…well, here it is. Thank you to @peggyyswan for being my ride or die, for always flailing with me and for reading this via photos of my laptop screen as I went along. I’ll post it on FFnet soon.

CS + Adoption and more: A dash of angst, a sprinkling of humor & a whole lotta fluff.

Title: Past the Clouds, We’ll Find the Stars
Rating: T
Words: 8.6K


“So…what do you think about adopting?”

It wasn’t a question Killian had been prepared for. Not at 11pm on a Monday night as they cuddled in bed watching Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives. It struck him as more of an over-dinner conversation, or one inspired by watching TV shows involving infants, as opposed to run-down shacks serving questionable-looking yet apparently delicious meals.

He shifted to find his wife’s eyes, but she kept them fixed on the television screen, and his brow creased as he considered her. She was snuggled into his side, hand tracing idle patterns through his chest hair, cheeks aglow and hair tousled from their recent tumble between the sheets. But he had a feeling that the color on her cheeks had more to do with her question than their earlier pleasurable activities.

“Are you referring to a puppy or a child, darling?”

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Beauty and the Beast AU

I really liked the idea of doing a Carry On Beauty and the Beast AU after seeing the movie. After seeing @ace-artemis-fanartist do this AMAZING fanart AU version I decided to go for it! Let me know if your interested in this becoming chaptered :) The next chapters are available here: 2 3

Simon

The castle loomed darkly against the grey sky, a shadowy figure in the crisp wilderness. Simon shivered lightly in the cold weather, rubbing his arms against the wind. He wasn’t sure why he had come here; it wasn’t like he actually owed his father anything. But he had tracked him to this desolate place and felt the familiar need to keep his father close to him.

His footsteps crunching in the snow were the only audible sound. The place was incredibly eerie, even if it was beautiful. He had no idea what his father was doing in a place like this or why he hadn’t reached out to him. But it seemed dangerous; Simon’s magic swirled close to the surface of his skin.

As he reached the doorway he paused. Something told him that once he entered this place he would not come back the same. If he wanted to, he could walk away, let his father conduct his strange business in this creepy castle, and return to life in the village. Agatha was waiting for him there with a thousand promises in her brown eyes. There were a million reasons for him to walk away.

He took a deep breath and pushed the heavy doors open. His heart beat rapidly as he waited for something to jump out at him. As the seconds ticked by though, he noticed that the entryway was empty. With a frown, he stepped through the threshold. 

The room was dank, as if it hadn’t seen sunlight in many years. As he stepped further into the castle he noticed a large sitting area to his left. Seemingly on its own accord, the fireplace lit up with bright orange flames. Simon jumped back a step and put his hand over the hilt of his sword. But nobody attacked him from behind the large fireplace. 

Simon had been raised around magic his whole life, loved it even, yet he felt there was something wrong about this place. It was as if the castle dripped in something heavy, a kind of twisted magic hung in the air. 

“Look Niall! I told you he would come!” He heard someone hiss behind him.

Simon froze, trying to appear as if he hadn’t heard the voice.

“Oh, shut up Dev!” Another voice whispered.

Simon whipped around, sure that he would discover who was speaking and found himself utterly confused. Behind him, on the stairs, lay a clock and candelabra, as if left there by mistake. 

“What in Merlin…” Simon muttered.

The place was starting creep him out. Figuring it would be useful in the dark space, Simon picked up the candelabra and started up the grand staircase. The castle was obviously quite large and, in its own eerie way, very grand; but Simon could not understand what it was doing in the middle of the woods. Had his father, deluded by his own power, built a castle in forested isolation to pretend to be king? Simon had to admit that it was not that big of a stretch for his father. It didn’t, however, explain the strange whispering. Or the dark magic.

He found a corridor off to his left and walked up the stone steps, knowing that his father had a tendency to seek high ground. Eventually it became clear that he was in the dungeons of the castle, something that would normally cause him to go back to the main staircase. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was getting closer to his father with every step. Eventually he turned a corner and found the one cell that wasn’t empty in the vast tower.

In the corner his father lay balled up, his green cloak stained by the water dripping from the stone ceiling. Simon drew in an audible breath. Stirred by the noise, David Snow turned and looked at his son, his eyes blank. Then he jumped out of his slumped position and threw himself at the bars.

“Oh my son! My son! Thank Merlin you’ve found me!”

“Father…what happened to you?”

His father’s eyes shifted to look behind him.

“I was looking for something in the woods…I got lost. Eventually I found this place and decided to rest here for a bit. But Simon, my boy, there’s something terrible in this place.”

Simon glanced around him.

“Yeah I know. I can feel the dark magic here.”

“No!” His father yelled, grabbing Simon’s jacket through the bars, “You don’t understand! There’s a thing here, an evil creature! He’s the one who locked me up!”

Simon wondered if his father had hit his head.

“I’m sure he was a horrible man if he could do something like this to you father, but let’s not get carried away.”

His father’s eyes widened and his face went white. Weakly, he let go of Simon and backed away from him, his eyes focused on something behind Simon. His legs began to shake.

“Not a man…” His father trailed off.

Simon felt a chill run down his spine.

“A beast.”

Simon whipped around and came face to face with his father’s captor. He was taller than Simon, enough so to loom over him. His skin was as grey as the sky outside the castle, and his eyes were the same color, if not a little stormier. His hair was jet black and wild about his face, as if he hadn’t cut it in years. All of this, strange as it was, was still human enough. 

But the fangs, the horrible, sharp fangs that protruded from his dark red lips were undoubtedly beastly.  His expression matched the cruelness of his appearance, a mask of pure and utter rage. 

Simon did not know what to call this person, as he somehow had ascertained the creature in front of him was indeed a person. His sword was already drawn, but he had the sinking feeling it would do little against the menacing man in front of him.

“You dare take up a sword against me? In my own home?” The man hissed.

Simon swallowed loudly.

“I-I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just that you…well, you surprised me.”

The man studied him.

“Well?”

“Well what?” Simon said.

“Well why haven’t you put your sword down yet? Seeing as you only drew out of bewilderment.” 

Simon deliberated. Putting down the sword meant relinquishing his best weapon and left him vulnerable. But keeping it drawn would likely make the man attack. Slowly he sheathed his sword. 

“There,” Simon said.

The man sneered.

“What are you doing in my castle? I don’t like trespassers.”

Simon clenched his jaw.

“I wasn’t trying to trespass. My father went missing a few days ago and I tracked him here. I didn’t realize the castle was occupied by you.”

The man snarled loudly.

“So you’re the son of this disgusting excuse of a man?”

Simon growled back at him.

“How dare you talk about my father like that!” Simon yelled.

The man threw him up onto the bars in a rush, barely exerting himself. Simon had been right to assume that the man was unnaturally strong. He felt his breath rush out of him against the force of the blow. 

“Your father tried to slit my throat in my sleep.”

Simon wanted to deny it, to say his father would never be capable of such a thing, but he knew that he couldn’t. Unfortunately, Simon could very well imagine his father doing just that sort of thing. The man waited for Simon to defend his father and when it was clear he wouldn’t, set Simon down.

“Simon,” His father whimpered, “He’s a monster! I only thought I was doing the right thing!”

The man laughed darkly.

“Is that so? Is stuffing your bag with dozens of my possessions doing the right thing?”

Simon looked down. His father was not a good man, Simon knew this already, but he was the only family he had left. Whether he liked it or not, he would need to break his father out of the castle.

In a flash Simon had his wand out and pointed at the monstrous man’s throat. He was prepared to say a spell when the man laughed raucously. Simon paused, his mouth hanging open in confusion.

“Going to cast a spell are you? I don’t think you’ll have much luck with that.”

Simon realized that although he could feel his magic, he couldn’t tap into it.

“Why…what’s wrong with this place?

The man pulled back his upper lip to expose more of his fangs. It was truly a terrible sight, an image that made fear run up the length of Simon’s body.

“It’s cursed. Like me.”

“What are you?” Simon whispered. 

Something flitted across the man’s expression, too quick for Simon to decipher. As quickly as it had come, the look left the man’s expression and was replaced by cold disinterest.

“Enough questions. Your father will spend the rest of his life rotting in this cell; I don’t care what you think about it. He committed treason as far as I’m concerned. “

Simon sagged in defeat. The smart move would be to respectfully apologize on behalf of his father and to leave. It was in his best interest to leave his father, and this mysterious man, behind him forever. After all, his father had committed horrible crimes; he deserved to be here.

“I know,” Simon started, “That what my father did was despicable.”

His father moaned weakly in his cell.

“But,” Simon continued, through gritted teeth, “I cannot simply leave him here. I have no hope of beating you in a fight without my magic and I don’t wish for my family name to cause any more violence in your home.”

The man frowned.

“And so?”

“And so…” Simon trailed off, “Punish me instead.”

The man’s eyes widened. From behind him he could hear his father shrieking with happiness. Simon closed his eyes, trying to quell the pain in his chest. 

“You would take your father’s place?”

Simon felt his father grab his leg through the bars. He was kissing Simon’s calf.

“Thank you my son. Oh. Bless you. I won’t forget this.”

Simon’s throat hurt.

“Yes, I will take his place.”

The man pointed in disgust to his father, who was crying in happiness on his hands and knees.

“You would sacrifice your entire life? For a coward like this?”

“Enough questions,” Simon threw the man’s earlier words back at him, “Just let him go and do what you want with me.”

The man glared at him for a minute, as if he was unwilling to accept Simon’s offer. Eventually though, he pushed Simon aside and unlocked the cell door. His father sprang out and ran down the stairs, without a backwards glance at Simon. 

“I’ll come back for you Simon! I swear it,” He heard his father shout out from below.

Simon knew it was a lie. He knew that unless he found some way to escape on his own that he would be stuck here until he died. David Snow was not a good man but he was an even worse father.

The man allowed Simon the dignity of entering the cell on his own as opposed to throwing him in. Keeping eye contact with him, the man closed and locked the cell door.

“Your father is a selfish and cruel man. But you…”

Simon waited for him to continue. With a shake of his head, the man turned away and began to walk down the stone stairway.

“You are a fool.”

With that, the man walked away, leaving Simon completely alone. Sighing, Simon slid down to the floor. He wished he could say that the man was a monster, that he had forced Simon’s hand and treated his father unfairly. But the truth was cruel, and Simon had to bite his lip to stop himself from screaming.

The truth was that his father had deserved what he got.

And the beast had been right; Simon Snow was the biggest fool of all.

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 REQUEST : I love your writing! Can you do a harry imagine where he comes home from the studio and he’s being really weird and clingy and he just wants to lay down and curl up next to you and you’re concerned and ask him if he’s feeling okay and he says he is fine but later in the night he wakes up from his little nap and he is feeling really sick to his stomach and just sick all around and he gets really upset because he’s sick and you’re taking care of him? Thanks hun!

A/N I’m selfishly asking you this but, please let me know if you’re enjoying my writing, so I can stay motivated to write. ENJOY! :)xx

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  • *One Drink*
  • Emma: I'm still mad you lured me out here you know?
  • Regina: Would you rather be dealing with a bar fight? I'm sure I could start one with you.
  • Snow: This drink is amazing!
  • *Two Drinks*
  • Snow: Incoherent singing.
  • Emma: How is she already drunk?
  • Regina *shrugs*: She must not have our high tolerance...do you want to take her home or stay here with me?
  • *Three Drinks*
  • Snow: You guys are so pretty...god I wish you two could find happiness.
  • Emma: Me too...I'm sorry you had to let Robin go...again.
  • Regina: And I'm sorry about Hook...you're too good for him Emma.
  • Emma: And you're too good for Robin.
  • *Four Drinks*
  • Snow: Snoring.
  • Emma *laughs*: You look so beautiful like this.
  • Regina: Like what?
  • Emma: With your curls and that dress...all relaxed but hot.
  • *Five Drinks*
  • Emma: Thank you for bringing me out here. I needed this.
  • Regina: You're welcome. Are you okay?
  • Emma: I will be...what is in these drinks?
  • Regina: Alcohol...alcohol and more alcohol...maybe we should stop.
  • *Six Drinks*
  • Regina *drawls*: You're so pretty...why are you so pretty?
  • Emma: I don't know...why are you so cute?
  • Regina *laughs*: We must be magic!
  • Emma: Only together...
  • *They fall silent for several moments before turning to face one another. They move closer to one another before kissing.*
  • *The Next Morning*
  • Snow: We should go drinking more often!
  • Emma *smiles at Regina*: Definitely.
Volunteer

Harry sits on the ground, fanning himself as he drank his water, his eyes on the girl sitting across from him. Y/N held the child in her arms, he was no more than five months old. He could see the tears in her eyes as she held on to him, shielding him from the sun. She was singing to him, it was soft, and her voice was a disaster, but it seemed to work, and Harry liked it.

Another kid sat next to Y/N, his forehead rested on her lap as he listened to her sing. Harry had noticed how the little boy had taken a liking to her, following her around, eating with her, hanging around near her, and he thought it was cute. He wished he could be attached at the hip to Y/N without freaking her out.

“How long have you been working here?” Harry asked once the infant fell asleep.

Y/N looks away from him, “not long, when I was in high school every year I would fly out here and volunteer and when I finished medical school I knew what I wanted. I didn’t want to work in a hospital, at least not now, I wanted to come back here and help take care of them, build more homes,” she smiled at him, “did you actually want to come here or did your managers make you?”

His managers had made him, but Harry didn’t put up the fight because he didn’t want to work, it’s just the work upset him. Seeing the sick kids, the heat in Africa was insane, and the suffering he had to witness made him upset. The worst part was the kids would get attached and he knew he would have to leave soon, leave them, leave her.

“I’ve been here before,” Harry says, sipping his water, “it just upsets me.”

“I love them,” Y/N whispered, placing a kiss on the infant’s forehead and gently rubbing the back of the other child, her eyes watering, “my plan was to be here for two years, but I don’t think I can go, I don’t think I can do that to them.”

The weeks Harry had spent here he had spent them alongside Y/N, and they had gotten close. Kisses where shared, cuddles, they shared their bed at night. Harry liked Y/N, in the three years she had been here she had forgotten about One Direction, about Harry, and he was so happy to meet someone who didn’t judge him, who didn’t know him. Y/N loved spending her time with Harry, so when he asked her, no when he begged her, to come back with him she said yes, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t up root her life for a boy.

“But don’t you miss everything?” Harry asked.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, shaking her head, “they need me here Harry, I can’t leave unless I know they’re in good hands, there are hardly any doctors who will come here and live in this condition, accept the pay I get, and love these kids.”

Harry looks at his lap, “I get it,” he says, “I do.”

“I love you too,” she promised, “I do.”

Harry stands, wiping the sweat off his forehead, “I should go pack,” he whispered, ignoring her confession, “my plane leaves in the mornin’.”

And he left, leaving a heartbroken Y/N on the ground.


Harry had never been the same since that day, and people saw it. His family saw it, but he didn’t want to talk about Y/N. He didn’t want people to know about her, because that meant he had to share her, and he wasn’t ready for that.

It had been three years, Harry had now turned 26 and he was tired. He was tired of not being able to find the same thing he felt with Y/N with someone else. He was tired of not being able to think about her, he was mad. He was mad he had left without saying how he really felt, he was mad he never returned, he was mad he had lost her.

“How much did you donate again?” Nick asked as he sipped his drink, looking around the dinner.

“About eight million,” Harry says, scratching the back of his neck, “I put it under her name though.”

“You’re still hung up on that girl?” Nick asked, raising an eyebrow.

Harry rolled his eyes, grabbing a glass of wine. He wasn’t really in the mood to attend tonight’s benefit, but he had donated so much and they insisted on having him. Harry sighed, looking around the room, and then his heart stopped. He wasn’t sure if it was the wine or real life, but he could’ve sworn he saw her, Y/N.

She stands, smiling, as she talks to someone. Her hair isn’t in the usual bun or braids, but instead it’s long, longer than Harry remembered, and in curls. Her hair seemed to flow, stopping just below her chest, her smile bright, her hand gripping a glass with water in it.

“Excuse me,” Harry whispered, making his way over, “Y/N?” Harry asked, hope building inside him.

Y/N turns, her eyes widening, “Harry!” she giggled, hugging him.

Harry wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She doesn’t smell the same, she smells like coconut and vanilla, but it suites her. Harry holds her as tight as possible, remembering the feeling of her, remembering her gentle touch.

“Hi,” she smiled, pulling away, her cheeks pink, “how have you been?”

“Good, what about you? what are you doing here? Are you back for good? Where are you staying? Why-when-what?” Harry rambles, holding on her arms.

Y/N laughs, the same flutter in his stomach appears, “I’m good, I’m good,” Y/N smiled, “I moved out to LA about five months ago? I got a job at the hospital, I’m back for good yeah, I actually-“

“Mommy!” A smaller voice says, running over, the boy stands in a little suit, and Harry recognized him instantly, he was the same infant that would settle in Y/N’s arm every day.

Y/N bends down, picking him up, “what’s up love bug?” she asked, kissing his cheek.

“Ayo t-took my toy,” he frowns.

Soon enough Harry sees the same boy that would follow Y/N around appear, a truck in his hand, “Ayo,” Y/N says, her voice gentle, “please, can you just share with your brother, I promise that we will be out in one hour,” she pleads.

“Can we get ice cream? Please?” Ayo asked, his brown eyes wide and full of hope.

“If you behave,” Y/N compromises.

“Deal,” Ayo smiled.

“Okay Daniel, go sit with your brother at the table, I’ll be there soon,” Y/N smiled, kissing both of their cheeks and watching them run off.

She turns back to Harry, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “sorry about that, but what where we talking about?” she asked.

“You, I mean-and now you have-you’re a mum-and-you’re here,” Harry breathed out.

“I couldn’t leave them. The organization got a great donation and more doctors came, but I couldn’t leave my boys behind, it was a process to adopt and get them here, but it was worth it,” Y/N smiled, looking at the kids in adoration, “but what about you? I had a chance to listen to your music and it’s great Harry, the boys love it to, Sweet Creature is their favorite, knocks them right out at night.”

Harry chuckled, imagining her terrible voice singing to the two boys at night. Harry wasn’t sure if he stopped smiling, but he knew he couldn’t look away from her, “I’m good-I just-wow, I can’t believe you’re here,” Harry whispered, reaching up to cup her cheek, she blushed, but a smile remained on her lips.

“I missed you,” she says.

“Oh baby,” Harry sighed, “I missed you so much, you have no idea. Oh, Y/N, I can’t-I still can’t believe that you’re here.”

“I am,” she giggled, reaching up to grab his hand, “I’m here.”


“Woah,” Y/N says, stepping back as the kids run past her in the living room, she grips the plate tighter, trying to make sure it doesn’t fall.

“Kids be careful,” a voice yelled from the top of the stairs, it wasn’t harsh, but it was loud enough so the two kids could hear.

“Sorry daddy,” Daniel says, jumping on to the couch as he waited for Harry to come down the stairs.

Harry chuckled, grabbing the tray from Y/N and kissing her cheek. She smiled, placing a hand on her hip, “the snacks are done, the chicken is in the oven, and dessert in the fridge,” she says, as Harry sets the tray on the table.

Daniel lean over, grabbing some crackers, “save some room for when Nana comes over,” Harry says, leaning over and picking up Daniel.

“Where’s your brother?” Y/N asked, fixing Daniel’s shirt, Harry sets the four year old down on the ground.

Daniel shrugs, “playing video games,” he answered.

“I’ll get him-“

“No I will! Ayoooooo,” Daniel yelled, running up the stairs.

Harry chuckled, turning to Y/N. She leaned against the stair ways, a smile on her face as she looked back at him. It came as a shock to her, that Harry didn’t mind her having the kids, it came as a bigger shock when they started calling him daddy and Harry didn’t care. But Y/N was more than happy to have him around, and Harry was excited to have her back in his life.

“They have too much energy,” Harry chuckled, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

“I love them so much, a little too much maybe, I cried this morning when I had to drop them off at school,” Y/N stated, her hands fixing the buttons on Harry’s shirt.

Harry laughed, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ears, “it’s true,” she giggled.

“What about having one of our own?” Harry asked, his eyes hopeful, “a little me and you.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, “a third child?”

“I love them so much Y/N, but I want a little girl, one that we’ve made, and I’ll love her just as much as Daniel and Ayo.”

“We will discuss it later,” Y/N promised, kissing his cheek, “but right now your mother is waiting to be buzzed in.”

Harry watched her walk to the security pad, buzzing Anne in. He wasn’t sure how he got so lucky, but he knew he couldn’t let her go.

CAUGHT IN A LIE || PART 2

PARTS: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // epilogue

Pairing: Jimin x reader
Words: 7,760
Genre: smut, angst, supernatural au.
click here for warnings by part (potential spoilers).

When playing the lying game, there are but two rules. The first is to be convincing. Live the lie, breathe the lie, believe it so wholeheartedly it becomes your new truth. The second is to always remember there are other players in the game, some of whom have been playing it far longer than you.

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One more (Pt.1)

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: Could you do one where y/n is dealing with alcohol/drug addiction and one night Yoongi (or bts reaction) accidentally finds out ?

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, harassment, cheating 

Pt.2 // pt.3 // Pt.4 // pt.5 // Pt.6

Originally posted by berry852

With shaking hands, you grasped the shot glass being handed to you by your loving boyfriend. Neither of you drank around the other and you were conscious not to ever end up in this situation but they were celebrating another amazing album of theirs and you couldn’t bear to disappoint him by ruining the mood. Mistake number one, you should have just said no. Instead, two seconds later you felt the warm drink already sliding down your throat with a heap of regret. You flash him a smile.

“I’m so proud of you, babe.”

Yoongi takes down his own drink before giving you a peck on the cheek.

“It’s not just me. It was all of us…but I’m not saying you don’t have to reward me.” He says with a smirk and a laugh.

“Oh really? What would you like a reward? You better make it a good one. There isn’t always a chance for when I’m the one owing you.”

Your tease was met with a new full glass of what you had thought tasted of cheap vodka. It was weird this was ever offered since the boys never really enjoyed hard liquor. Maybe fate was just trying to be a pain in the ass again and ruin the streak you had going for yourself.

“Hmm…how about you come by my studio tomorrow morning? I can make my demands then if you come to see me.”

You titled your head.

“What for?”

He shrugged, enjoying your interest. “Guess you’ll have to come to find out.”

You took the bottle of alcohol for yourself, starting to pour your own glasses.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You smiled.

As the night progressed you felt yourself being effected by the drinks you had downed but you tried to control the impulse to keep drinking ahead of everyone. Finally it seemed like the end of the party and the other members and company employees started to clear out. Yoongi walked with you down to the street, waiting for you to get into the cab.

“Should I just ride home with you?” He offered.

You shook your head, refusing.

“I’m fineee, babe. I’ll see you in the morning, remember? Stop worrying.”

Yoongi sighed and leaned into the cab.

“Please make sure she’s safe. I think she drank too much.”

When he turned to you, he gave you a kiss goodnight and shut the door to the cab, watching it drive off. It’s not like he had to worry all the time about you but something was off about you and he could tell. You seemed nervous around him and he couldn’t place it. He just hoped everything would be fine tomorrow. As the cab driver started your ride he asked where you needed to go and instead of heading home your mind was too set on what you had already started before. You asked the man to take you to one of the bars downtown, that way there was no way Yoongi was going to find out. That was mistake number two.

You handed the nice driver the money Yoongi had given you for the ride and stumbled out of the taxi, almost falling onto the pavement. A man’s hand had caught your arm and you felt him helping you stand up.

“Careful these sidewalks are kinda tricky.” He joked.

You were too focused on the goal of getting more drinks you didn’t even look up at the guy, pulling your arm away.

“Yeah, whatever…” You groaned, walking off to the bar in sight.

The man wasn’t giving up, following behind you. If you weren’t already tipsy then you would have more worried considering the side of town you were on and it being already 1 a.m.. Persistent guys were also not what you needed when you were already intoxicated.

“Hey, come on. I was just helping you out. You could buy me a drink for a thank you?”

You stopped, turning back to face him.

“Thanks but no thanks.”

He took a step closer, putting his arms on your hips. You tried to push him back but to no avail you just stood there, looking up at him.

“You should be grateful and quit acting like a bitch. A girl dressed the way you are isn’t down here all alone to stay alone.”

“Get off of me!” You yelled, causing a scene.

When you closed your eyes you heard a small grunt and felt the man’s hands slip off of you. You heard the skin on skin contact and opened your eyes to see a very pissed Namjoon. The man who just had his hands all over you was the same man that was now laying on the concrete in pain. You wished you could have just run off in that moment but Namjoon grabbed your wrist.

“What the hell are you doing out here, Y/N?”

You frowned despite being happy to see him.

“Nothing…I’m a grown adult. I can be out here if I want to..”

“You say that like I didn’t just save your ass from some creep!”

“I didn’t ask you to! I can handle myself.”

Namjoon laughed out of frustration. “Are you kidding me? Let me just take you home-“

You whined, leaning on him.

“But I want a drink…..” You brought one of your fingers to your lips.

“You can’t tell Yoongi though~ He’s so protective.”

Namjoon sighed, not planning on having to deal with this.

“You drank enough at the party. I’m taking you home.”

You squirmed in his grasp but still dragged your feet along with him as you both headed to his car. 

“Joooonniieeee I want more~!”

He sat you down in the passenger seat, putting the seat belt on for you seeing as though you weren’t going to do it yourself. 

“God, Yoongi’s gonna be pissed about this.” 

Your eyes widened and you pushed your finger up to his mouth clumsily.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhh. You can’t tell him!”

Namjoon gave you one of his famous glares and pushed your arm back int he car as he shut your door. He came back around and sat down next to you, driving you back to their dormitory since you couldn’t be trusted alone. The drive was mostly quiet besides your drunk rambling that came at random. You had your head leaned against the glass, watching the streetlights pass by in the window. 

“You know…I kinda have a problem, Joonie? Once it starts I can’t stop.” You said in a oddly happy tone. Probably just the alcohol speaking for you once more. Namjoon checked on you with a glance but kept his eyes on the road.

“I’m an a.l.k.o.h.o.l.i.c.k.~”

“One, that’s not how it spelled. Two, If that was true we’d know about it. Yoongi would have never let you drink in the first place.”

You shrugged, giggling. “People hide things. You should know that by now. Do the other members know you cheated on your girlfriend? Nah, they love her too. If they found out then they wouldn’t even be speaking to you.”

“How did you-”

“I saw you in one of the waiting rooms when I was looking for Yoongi.”

Namjoon clenched his nails into the steering wheel but knew you didn’t mean the things you were muttering out of your drunk mouth. Why did he do to deserve being stuck with this? 

“I didn’t tell anyone even though I thought I was gonna go crazy holding it in.” Suddenly, your expression had changed and you started to look more sad. 

“What, are you blaming me for you downing alcohol? Y/N if you have a problem then it was already there. I didn’t start it.”

“I knoowwwwwww. Stop getting so touchy…I’m just saying I was starting to get clean before that. I almost did it. Why am I so pathetic, huh?”

He stayed quiet, knowing you’d break out in tears any second now. 

“We can talk to the others and help you out. You shouldn’t have been going through this alone in the first place. Y/N we care about you-”

As he turned his head he found you passed out on the seat. It was going to be a long night for him and a long talk for him and your boyfriend. Getting home was a lot calmer when you were sleeping but he had to carry you inside, setting you down on the couch. Yoongi flipped the light on in the hallway.

“I know you had to go meet some of the company guys downtown but you were out for forever. Look, I need you to help me Y/N hasn’t answered me back and-”

He walked over to see your passed out body on their living room couch.

“Why is she here?” he asked.

Namjoon exhaled, already exhausted.

“I found her drunk downtown. Yoongi she has a problem. She told me on the way here that she’s an alcoholic and she was trying to get clean. My guess is she was probably down there trying to hit her limit for the night.”

Yoongi give the younger one a confused look, not knowing what to say. First came self-blaming, second was trying to rationalize it, and third was coming to terms with just wanting to help you. 

“You can go ahead to bed. I’ll watch her..” He said quietly, still in shock.

Namjoon gave a nod before heading off to his own room, trying to forget this whole thing. Yoongi sat down on the floor next to the couch, holding your hand.

“If I would have known I wouldn’t have-…..If you just would have told me-…..Fuck. Why can’t you just tell me when you’re in trouble like this?”

He knew he wouldn’t get a reply in your drunken state but he had so much to ask as he looked down at your tired face. Why didn’t he notice before when he saw the amount of liquor in your cabinets or why you insisted on being fine after having all of those hangovers. Blaming himself would get him nowhere so he planned to wait it out until the morning, staying by your side the entire night. When you woke up in the morning you sat up instantly when you noticed being at the boy’s dorm, waking up Yoongi from his sleep. 

That was mistake number three. 

Craving You

Originally posted by winsync

Request: I recently saw Thomas Rhett’s new MV Craving You and I would love to see a Dean and Reader/OC. Maybe you can do something with this idea?

Pairing: undercover cop!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,700ish

Warnings: language, kidnapping

A/N: Used the music video more than the lyrics loosely for inspiration and it just kind of snowballed from there into this sweetly terrifying fluff…


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anonymous asked:

Oh my god I love all of your fics! They're all amazing! I was wondering if you could do a over-protective/jealous zimbits? Idc who is the possessive one or if it turns to fluff or nsfw but I'd just love a happy ending. You're great btw!

!!!! You’re too sweet!  Here’s some jealous zimbits with just a hint of [redacted] for you <3


Eric is not the jealous type, which has definitely been in the best interests of his and Jack’s relationship.  The way attraction works for Jack is just so slow that by the time he gets around to dating someone, they’re usually friends too.  Which leads to things like standing lunch plans with Camilla Collins whenever she comes to visit her sister at Brown or hanging out at alumni events together.  Even he and Kent have finally started to be friends again, a development largely facilitated by Eric himself.  Add to that the amount of time Jack spends with beautiful people hanging on him at bars after a win or at Falcs events, it’s enough to drive a lesser man mad, but Eric can always brush it off.

“Oh baby, I don’t mind.  I know you’re as loyal as they come.  And besides, why would I be jealous of someone talking to you at some boring fundraiser when you’re coming back to our bed, hm?”

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Castle on the Hill

Made friends and lost them through the years

Everything looked the same, the houses the streets even the sign that held the towns name looked the same. Riverdale like all small towns never change, maybe that’s why your heart felt warmer as you passed the welcome too sign. You hadn’t lived in Riverdale for ten years yet as your parents drove down the roads you still remember all the memories you had here as a child.

Passing Betty and Archie’s house made reality hit you the fact you hadn’t been here in ten years all your friends would of grown up without you. All the promises you made to keep in touch disappeared when you left the small town. How was you suppose to face them in school tomorrow when they had probably forgotten you.

“I can’t believe we managed to get the old house back, how crazy is that Y/N you’ll be back in your old room before you know it”

You don’t acknowledge what your father had said instead you kept staring out the window. Your old house, your old room being able to see the treehouse the one thing linked to the one person who you hoped forgot about you.

~“Jug I don’t want to leave you, your my best friend in the whole world”

“I know Y/N I wish you could live here with me but you gotta stay with your parents but promise me you’ll write”

“I promise Jughead I promise”~

Just kids you’d managed to keep writing to him until you stopped. You were too busy or well you knew the truth you’d forgotten. You hoped that Jughead had forgotten you that way him seeing you would hurt less.

Unpacking wasn’t hard you made sure the curtains of your room were shut so you wouldn’t be met with the pain of what was, what could never be again. By the time everyone had unpacked no one was in the mood to cook so there was only one place on your mind.

“I’ve rung Pop’s Y/N do you mind going to pick it up if you remember the way” you roll your eyes at your mother how could you forget the best joint in town.

Like everything else in Riverdale Pop’s hadn’t changed the dinner was radiating light in the almost dark night. Once inside you felt once again at home remembering the burgers and the shakes you use to stuff down as a kid.

“Hi um pick up for Y/L/N”

“Be just a minute Hun” you nodded to the cook before taking a seat in a booth. A few rows down you could see some kids your age the three of them looked like they were having a good night. But something about the back of two of the heads seems familiar.

“Order for Y/L/N” you stood up ready to grab the paper bag but before you could something, well more like someone caught your eye.

A blacked hair boy that had a crown shaped beanie on his head, as he went to climb over the girl and sit next to her his eyes caught yours. It couldn’t be but of course it was you knew that at some point it would happen maybe better here then in school. The boy and girl opposite him turned to look at you as well, it was the three of them. The three people that in your childhood life meant the most to you.

“Y/N?” Betty was the first to speak up scrambling over Archie she ran towards you engulfing you into a hug.

“Hi Betty” your voice sounding thin as if you were ready to brake down into tears. Archie was next not saying anything he pulled Betty away from you only to have her join again once his now strong arms were around you.

The raven haired girl just stood confused as to why her friends were acting this way. Archie and Betty finally pulled away from you though Betty kept your hand in hers to make sure it was actually you.

“I can’t believe it” his voice was the one to brake the silence, he moved around the girl to stand meters away from you. You was ready for whatever the boy was going to scream at you how he would react.

“Hi Jug” you breath out a name you thought a few months ago you would never say again.

“Ten years and all I get is a hi Jug” you bite the inside of your cheek ready for the rest of the words to come falling out of his mouth. But instead of harsh words you get him hugging you holding you close to him, something new as you still remember that he was never much of a hugger. When you pull away he has somewhat of a smile on his face. Yours showing completely as you stand in-between all your old friends.

“Y/N I’m Veronica since these losers would introduce me” you take Veronica’s hand shaking it before you realise that you should of been home ten minutes ago with food for your parents.

“Guys is love to stay honest I wish I could but I gotta get these burgers back to my parents, Betty, Archie catch up tomorrow I swear we have to walk to school like always” you smile squeezing their hands.

“Veronica I can’t wait to get to know you more, come on Jug be the gentleman and walk me home?” In your heart though you knew you just needed to talk to him more.

He waves bye to the others who completely understand why you asked him Betty and Archie probably filling in Veronica on the relationship between you and Jughead. Both of you saying a finale goodbye before Jughead grabs the paper bag and your hand and walking out the door.

“I’m sorry” both of you say at the same time, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“Let’s not talk about it,kinda both our faults but you’re back now that’s what matters, what I hope is for good”

“I don’t think I ever want to leave this place again, I don’t wanna ever leave you again Jug”

“That’s good enough for me” and like that you was walking hand in hand like you did as children chasing the sunset.

Night Chats- Jack Maynard Imagine

Word Count:907

Request: Could you please do a Jack imagine where you two go out for brunch and then go shopping for Anna’s birthday(June 4th 😂) and he then drops you off at your house and at night you two FaceTime each other and he falls asleep on you? Please 😩😩xxxxx

Author’s Note: I was originally going to post this on Anna’s birthday, but I got the post the day before and I had already planned on posting that Josh one. Oh well!

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“We’ve literally been shopping around for hours! Are we done yet?” your blonde boyfriend whined in the middle of Top Shop.

You and Jack were out shopping for Anna’s birthday last minute, because he told you he was completely useless picking something she would like. So he needed your help.

You nudged Jack’s arm, urging him to stop being a grump. “What are you talking about babe? You love shopping.” You said as you went over to browse some clothing racks.

“I like it when it’s for me.” He admitted with a laugh.

You looked back at him with wide eyes, “Jack come on. It’s her day.”

“I know, I know. It’s her birthday. Fine, I’ll behave.” he sighed.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him in for a quick kiss, “That’s my boy.”

You continued to drag Jack around London all morning, trying to find Anna the perfect present. He put up with a lot of waiting and standing around, all with minimal complaints.

You finally managed to find Anna a beautiful, gold necklace, customized with her name engraved on it. You also got her a gift card to Sephora to get some new makeup, which you knew she would love.

In all the hustle and bustle of shopping, you realized you both hadn’t eaten breakfast. “Jack let’s go get something to eat,” you suggested.

“Oh thank god! I’m starving!” He dramatically threw his hands in the air.

“Yeah you know how I can tell? You’ve been a giant grouch all morning.”

“Shut up.” He glared at you, crossing his arms.

“Aw baby I was just kidding. Let’s get you some food,” giving him a peck on the cheek you two headed towards a restaurant.

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At brunch

“It sucks you can’t come with me to Mum and Dad’s tonight.”

The Maynards were having a big birthday dinner for Anna back in Brighton. Unfortunately, you had a work meeting early the next morning. Which meant you had to stay home while Jack stayed overnight at his parent’s house.

“I know. I wish I could too, but you need to be there for Anna. Besides, we can celebrate with her this weekend or something.” You said, taking a sip of your coffee.

“That’s true.” Jack reached across the table and put his hand over yours, “Thanks for putting up with my grouchiness and helping me with Anna’s present. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You laced your fingers with his and glanced up at him, “Of course love. And I know.” you playfully rolled your eyes.

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After a lovely morning and brunch, Jack dropped you off at your flat. You were bummed you couldn’t go to the party, but you had to prepare for your meeting. Gotta love adulting, right?

Later that night, you were laying in bed wearing one of Jack’s hoodies, scrolling through Twitter when your phone started ringing.

Jack😈💕 would like to FaceTime

You accepted the call to see him laying in bed with a big smile on his face. “Hello gorgeous! You alright there all alone?”

“I guess.” you sighed. “I hate sleeping by myself, but at least I have your hoodie. It’s obviously not the same, but it’s warm and smells like you.” You smiled, nuzzling your face in the sleeve.

“You’re cute, you know that?”

“Yeah I know.” you blushed. “So, how was dinner? Did Anna have a good birthday?”

“Oh yeah. Dinner was good. Would’ve been better if you were here, but she loved her presents. She told me to tell you thank you and she knows you picked them out, because I’m useless.”

You let out a laugh,“Well she’s not wrong.”

“Love you too.” he cried, pouting out his lower lip.

“Oh stop it! You helped picked me pick it out. You’re an amazing brother, okay?” you assured him.

His eyes lit up, “Thanks gorgeous. That means a lot.”

You both smiled at each other and then let out a big yawn.

 Anna’s POV

I ran upstairs to go to bed, I couldn’t wait to sleep. It had been an amazing, but very long day. A birthday to remember.

As I was walking to go to my room, I saw Jack’s light on and his door cracked open. Curiously, I popped my head in to see Jack sprawled out on his stomach, fast asleep with his phone in his hand. I laughed to myself. That boy was always on his phone.

I tip toed over to his bedside, trying to be as quiet as possible so I wouldn’t wake him. I carefully reached for his phone to put it on the nightstand to charge. When I successfully managed to grab it, I noticed the facetime screen was open. Taking a closer look, I realized it was (Y/N). Like Jack, she was sound asleep.

How cute

I set the phone down, pulled at the blanket, and laid it over my sleeping brother. Once he was tucked in, I walked back over to the nightstand to get the phone. Then I set one of the spare pillows next to Jack’s head and placed the iPhone on top.

Reaching in my back pocket, I took my phone out to take a picture of them. This was definitely Twitter worthy.

I tweeted out the picture, it read:

As I turned to go out the door, I looked back at them one last time. “Goodnight guys. Sleep tight. Love you.”

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Some of you have noticed I haven’t been posting much lately, so I thought I’d share this here. I know this is pretty out of the ordinary for me, but I’d like to get extremely personal for a minute. This week my grandfather–the man who raised me, who taught me to ride a bike, who used to sneak me cookies from the kitchen, who checked my tire pressure every time I came over to visit, who pushed me on the back yard tire swing for hours at a time and never complained–passed away. It is impossible to express in words what his loss means to me, even more so since I am currently an ocean away from the rest of my family. Instead, I’d like to tell you a little bit about my grandparents because, while they were a regular part of my life, their lives were quietly extraordinary.

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