i wish i saw this last night!


Little Being saw every every every every every every
eyebrow itch every centipede slung shoulder every
howl to earth on cheap prepaid phones my god
i saw a scarecrow stand there sometimes i saw a scarecrow
stand there sometimes, head bobbed in direction of affirmations
i saw a scarecrow stand there sometimes and sometimes
it sat.

Dear Dinner Table And Ofs
sometimes, truly, i wish without remembering what i had originally wished for
and still, when i speed through school zones pass buses (i slow down
for no-ones darlin’) hair claims my scalp for criminal acts family court related

last night, someone sent me a nude photo and i said wrong number and they said is this not michael and i said no and they said omg and i said don’t worry about it shit happens and they said thanks who are you anyway


get to know me: favorite female charactersthe ghibli girls
 “Many of my movies have strong female leads – brave, self-sufficient girls that don’t think twice about fighting for what they believe in with all their heart. They’ll need a friend, or a supporter, but never a savior. Any woman is just as capable of being a hero as any man.” (– Hayao Miyazaki)


just a little something about harry’s sheer shirt from this leg of the tour… ;)


You were still leafing through his closet when you heard the water from the shower shut off from in the bathroom, and quickened your decision. Standing there in only your daintiest lace knickers and a showy bra, you slipped the thin fabric over your head and hopped onto the bed, covers puffing out around your bare legs.

Harry was humming in the room next to you, probably toweling off his curly hair and taking his sweet time getting dressed for bed. He was a methodical person when it came to getting ready at night – always careful to comb through his wet hair and moisturize his face rather religiously (you made fun of him for this, but always took some of the product when he wasn’t looking).

Little did he know, the last thing on your mind was sleeping (and he surely wouldn’t need those pajamas he was so cautiously putting on).

The sheer shirt added no warmth to your body and the longer you sat there waiting, the adrenaline quickly ran dry in your veins, making you wish Harry had a … warmer sense of style.

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it’s funny, so i just saw logan last night (which is both Very Funny and Very Not, but that’s a different story)

so you meet dear little laura, and you’re hanging out with her on this father-daughter bonding transamerican roadtrip, right? and she’s making shrieking noises and beheading people and stealing shit from convenience stores, and you’re like okay– secret weapons project, bioengineering, brainwashing, this makes sense. i see how you got here, you precious and wonderful child of death who i wish such good things for. it all makes sense.

but then you meet her cohort of other secret weapons children– and wait. these children are not like laura. these kids got some trauma and some superpowers, but are otherwise a lot more like “hi i’m johnny.” laura is a special murder snowflake.

in the ~final confrontation~ all laura’s buddies are, when cornered, taking down individual soldiers with faces that say “i am a scared but competent preteen and/or teen.” all of them team up to slowly and almost meditatively kill That One Douchebag, and it’s all very Big Deal, this is a Moment

and then you have laura, backflipping off her dad’s back while issuing an enraged nonverbal shriek of full-bodied fury and sticking her landing with her claws knuckle-deep in a baddie’s chest

what was she like in the lab? i mean, this kid clearly has a Protective Streak and also, you may have noticed, giant claws that spring from her tiny clenched fists, like, i bet this was a thing

i can just imagine the kids being like “laura’s late to the rendezvous, should we be worried?”

“she probably just got distracted by MURDER again, you know how it is, remember easter 2023?”

“oh damn it i miss that girl.”

“my favorite sister.”

“i thought i was your favorite sister.”

“only when i need my drink iced– ow– hey!– i’ll tell laura!”

“go ahead! she’ll side with me!”

tl;dr all tiny bilingual mutant found-families need a shrieking murder child

a very weasley holiday {i}

PART ii. PART iii.

PAIRING: charlie weasley x reader, some barnaby lee x reader

summary: it’s the summer and the weasley brothers have invited some of their friends over to the burrow. one of those friends is (name). charlie really likes her. barnaby, possibly, does too. charlie feels that his chances of wooing her with his now short hair are slim to none. bill is an annoying older brother. tonks sets the shed on fire. holiday is wild, to be honest.

also, requested by anon, @tatlikar, and @olivia-ivy.

a/n : the request is quite long so i’ve put it in the back. TBH i am fully convinced that we will date charlie and it is cannon cuz so far year four is one big start up to their romance. like do you read what they talk about??? “let’s catch up later?” and etc. care of magical creatures is basically a date at this point. “let’s talk while we gather supplies!” talk my ass they are flirting. ALSO! i decided not to include the readers house cuz it’s irrelevant to this story and the requests wanted mc to be in different houses so yea. DISCLAIMER: this is very silly and nothing bad happens

feedback is always appreciated xoxo

MASTERLIST. ko-fi (i chug coffee as i write these fics, and another cup would make me happy <3). more hogwarts mystery

Summer holiday has finally started and barely a week has passed since Charlie Weasley last saw you. This will not do, he had concluded after a few restless nights. The heat was starting to melt his brain, and in frenzy, he had confided in Bill that he wishes to see you. It was fairly amusing, to be honest, as the two oldest siblings were helping mum with gardening and Charlie kept mumbling about something Bill only heard in snippets “(Name)…see her…dragons…bloody hell…quidditch….does (Name) like quidditch?…or dragons?….”. After an hour or so of this, Bill dropped his gardening tools and while mum was preoccupied with weeding out some pests he had approached his brother, laid a hand on his shoulder, and grinned mischievously, “Bloody hell Charlie, are you in love or something?”

Charlie had nearly gotten a stroke, there and then. After fumbling with his words, sweating, and blushing, he finally admitted that, “Wouldn’t it be fun…for the whole gang to come visit? Just for a couple of days…”

“Like who?” Bill grilled, hardly containing his glee. Charlie gulped.

“Like…Penny, Tonks, Barnaby…Rowan…(Name).” His voice grew silent by the word. Bill leaned in.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that last part.”

“Are you serious?”

“No, I’m Bill.”

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Roman x Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: sex, smut, oral

“She’s late.” Roman grunted as he glanced around.

Peter shrugged and shuffled  little as he balanced on Roman’s car. “She’s probably hoping we’ll leave after the conversation I had with her last night.” Peter muttered, not really thinking much about what he said until he glnaced at Roman and saw him frowning his way.

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Author’s Note: I never got the chance to write something for All Might so sorry if it’s not in character. Also sorry that this is short, I have a busy day today. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it although! :(

  • Toshinori Yagi

Toshinori couldn’t even remember when was the last time he slept so well. Having this in mind along with a good mood, he stayed with his eyes closed for a while to enjoy the peace a little more.

He took a deep breath in and finally sensed something, sensed someone.

He frowned and opened his eyes immediately, looking down.

You were sleeping peacefully with your face close to the side of his face and one of your hands placed gently over his chest.

Normally, he would absolutely melt at this sight, being something he always wished for to happen, as he had a crush on you. But now, he panicked.

All Might, Symbol of Peace, was incredibly strong both psychically and mentally but when it came to you he felt powerless. When he first realized that he fell for you, it felt like one big hit, one forceful blow.

The reason why he panicked so much was that he couldn’t recall anything from what he did last night. Believe it or not, when it comes to alcohol, this man knows that cannot hold his liquor.

The hero couldn’t even enjoy the view or let himself sink into the feeling of having you close and admire you because all sorts of questions started to appear in his mind.

He was struggling to recall at least one detail.

“Hey, you’re awake, good morning!” Everything stopped when Toshinori heard your soft voice and felt how your palm was slowly caressing his chest. He was even too ashamed to be there.

“I am so sorry for anything that happened last night.” He suddenly started while finally looking into your eyes and not letting you say anything. “I am even more sorry because I can’t remember what we did even if my intuition tells me something.”

His eyes averted after that last phrase. You were so special to him and so precious that he wanted you to receive only good things and beautiful moments from him, not this.

“Your intuition is right. We had a few drinks and then things started to get rather interesting.” You said the truth while you saw disappointment on his face.

“I can’t believe I’ve done this, in this way, I am deeply ashamed.” He said more and more distressed.

How he wished to remember at least one of your kisses.

“Toshinori… I just wanted to thank you for last night before you started to blame yourself. It was special, it was more than drunken love making.” You assured him with a smile because what he forgot in addition about last night was that he also confessed to you.

You placed one hand over his shoulder but the man took your hand into his and brought it close to his lips.

“Thank you so much for telling me this.” He whispered in relief against your skin.

“I am only upset because you can’t remember those intimate moments…” You said having a plan in your mind. “Would you let me refresh your memory?”

With those words and the way you kissed his cheek slowly, he knew that finally nothing was a disaster after when he gets drunk. He placed your hand over his chest so you could feel his heart pounding while he nodded smiling softly at you.

  • Aizawa Shouta

The first thing that Aizawa does when he wakes to was to groan and be displeased by the fact that the day has started.

Luckily, the first image he was greeted by was you sleeping next to him. He wasn’t surprised as you two would usually take a nap together randomly from time to time. Last night you came to his place with a bottle Tequila and a bad day behind. As he had a stressful day as well, he accepted.

Aizawa was now frowning because of a headache he was starting to sense and watched you sleep as a distraction.

Your breathing was slow, your lips seemed parted, your hair was a mess and as he drew his gaze lower on your neck, Aizawa froze. Was that a hickey? No, there were actually three. With that image, memories from last night came back in full force in his mind. Of course, alcohol affected him, making him feel a bit lightheaded but he could remember everything now. Every touch, every kiss, every word that was said blissfully were rewound in his head.

He accepted the fact that he had a crush on you but this was messed up. You both were lightheaded and tipsy but that was what you both wanted then, letting yourself get lost in the moment you were both enjoying.

“Are you actually the first one to wake up this time?” Your sleepy voice asked as you opened your eyes to find a grumpy looking Aizawa Shouta.

His shoulders dropped a little at the sound of your sleepy morning voice. It sounded way nicer than it did in his head.

“Seems like it, and also the first one to get up from bed.” He said in a serious tone while trying to get up.

“Why so fast? What has gotten into you?” You asked worried and grabbing him by his wrist. “Did something bad happen?”

Sure, Aizawa Shouta was a logical man who tried to balance his feelings and rationality but this time he let disappointment to show. He was angry about the fact that this probably felt like a one night stand when it should have been more than that.

“What happened last night between us, was not a good idea and I am sorry for that.” He started while rushing one hand through his hair being a habit of his. “I will make this very clear, I do not regret it happening but not in this lame drunken way.” Aizawa added sighing.

With his eyes fixed on you, he secretly wished that you would realize that this was practically a confession from him. He wished that it could be more than a one night stand to you because he did not feel it in that way. Aizawa hoped that you get the idea so he does not need to find other words to express the same thing again.

“Seems that I will have to make something clear as well.” You said moving closer to his ear and getting one hand in his fluffy and messy hair. “It wasn’t just a one night stand for me and I maybe I can prove it if you’ll let me.”

This has sent shivers down his spine as he also got the idea that the feelings were mutual.


As I was going up the stair
I met a man who wasn’t there!
He wasn’t there again today,
Oh how I wish he’d go away!

When I came home last night at three,
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall,
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door…

Last night I saw upon the stair,
A little man who wasn’t there,
He w͞a͟s͞n’t ̢th̛er͟e͘ aga͟in ͡t̴o̴d̢ay̨
̕O̴h͟,̸ how ͜I ́wis͏h ͞he’d ͟go̸ ͝a̡w̵a͢y…

idaravictor: “A Family.” Thank you to everyone who joined us to say goodbye on #TURNamc last night. And thank you all for the outpourings of LOVE and well wishes. I know many of you questioned whether or not Abigail made it, and I just want to assure you, as one of our writers @morganicink confirmed last night, that she did (hence the coded letter). I admit, I was just as shocked and horrified as you for a second, as we did shoot a larger ending, including the addition of a little girl to the family, the talented @skyla_ilece, whose beautiful work you saw in that cart. But once I saw that gun… 😉 The story of Abigail’s triumph despite the odds that we’ve carried throughout the series remained true to the end. And here you have it, proof of our happy reunion, on the show and in real life. Aldis Hodge, who had my back at every turn, and Darren Alford who started out no taller than my chest and fully outgrew me in just 4 years. I’m grateful for both of my men and the beautiful reminder that we are, always, stronger together. #TURNamc #Strongertogether #Fin

God Dammit

Summary: Billy shows up at his girlfriend’s house after he wakes up on the floor of the Byers’ home. 

Prompts: “How dare you?” “Stop talking” 

Billy leaned on the doorway as I opened the door. He stared at me through hooded eyes, his body slumped forward. Dried blood was caked under his nose and he rubbed his neck.

        “Jesus Christ, what happened to you!?” I investigated as Billy staggered in my front door. This wasn’t drunk Billy. Drunk Billy was deafening and boisterous. But this wasn’t hurt Billy either. Hurt Billy refused to look me in the eye.

        “Harrington.” He grumbled, stumbling over his own feet. I decided not to ask him why he was hobbling around like a wounded animal.

He steadied himself by planting his hands on my waist. I took him by the shoulders, directing him into the kitchen to sit at the table. He sat down, his feet splaying out from under him as he threw himself into the chair. He put his head back, covering his eyes as I flipped on the lights.

        “Ohh. God. Turn that off.” He groaned.

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I wish you knew that I stay up all night,
and loose sleep over you,
that I think about you everyday
and I wonder and wonder
why you couldn’t have stayed.
I wish you knew that I miss you,
I miss your perfect face, and I miss your loving embrace.
—  a.a.
I saw your friends last night… m.k.j.

Letter to Lord Alfred Douglas, January 1893

My Own Boy,

Your sonnet is quite lovely, and it is a marvel that those rose-leaf lips of yours should have been made no less for music of song than for madness of kisses. Your slim gilt soul walks between passion and poetry. I know Hyacinthus, whom Apollo loved so madly, was you in Greek days.

Why are you alone in London, and when do you go to Salisbury? Do go there to cool your hands in the grey twilight of Gothic things, and come here whenever you like. It is a lovely place–it only lacks you; but go to
Salisbury first.

Always, with undying love,

Letter to Lord Alfred Douglas, after his release from prison.

Rouen, August 1897

My own Darling Boy,

I got your telegram half an hour ago, and just send a line to say that I feel that my only hope of again doing beautiful work in art is being with you. It was not so in the old days, but now it is different, and you can really recreate in me that energy and sense of joyous power on which art depends.
Everyone is furious with me for going back to you, but they don’t understand us. I feel that it is only with you that I can do anything at all. Do remake my ruined life for me, and then our friendship and love will have a different meaning to the world.
I wish that when we met at Rouen we had not parted at all. There are such wide abysses now of space and land between us. But we love each other.

Goodnight, dear. Ever yours,

The Dead Poet

I dreamed of him last night, I saw his face
All radiant and unshadowed of distress,
And as of old, in music measureless,
I heard his golden voice and marked him trace
Under the common thing the hidden grace,
And conjure wonder out of emptiness
Till mean things put on beauty like a dress
And all the world was an enchanted place.

And then methought outside a fast locked gate
I mourned the loss of unrecorded words,
Forgotten tales and mysteries half said,
Wonders that might have been articulate,
And voiceless thoughts like murdered singing birds.
And so I woke and knew he was dead.

- Lord Alfred Douglas
(written about Oscar Wilde the year after his death)

Talk To Me (E.D.)

So I ended up writing both the fluffy Gray imagine and this angsty one. I was going to tell you guys, but I decided to keep it as a surprise instead. so surprise! 

Summary: You’ve reached a point in your relationship with Ethan where you feel like you might be losing him, and you wish that things would go back to how they used to be

I love u 

You smiled at Ethan’s snapchat as it vanished from your screen. He was curled up in bed, face half covered by his blankets and pillow, but you could see there was a small smile on his lips. It had only been six days since you last saw him in person, but it felt like you hadn’t seen him a month. 

Love you too. good night x

After sending him one back, you put your phone on charge and pulled back the covers of your bed. You didn’t know why you were at your house and not with Ethan. A few months ago, if you’d been in the same city, like you were tonight, he would’ve driven over to your house and picked you up himself. If you were in the same city, you would have ended up asleep in Ethan’s arms. 

So getting into your cold bed, alone, hurt more than it should have. 

You were seeing him tomorrow, before he had to leave for New York again the day after. But it felt like you were wasting time you could’ve been spending with him. Why hadn’t he called? Why weren’t you with him now? You felt tears painfully poke at your eyes, and you rolled your eyes, groaning as tears started to spill over your waterline. You were tired of crying over this. 

The time you spent together never felt like enough anymore. You missed him.

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Home For the Holidays

Pairing: Sam Holland X Reader
Summary: The reader is lifelong friends with the Holland twins, but begins developing feelings for her best friend Sam after Harry, Tom, and Harrison leave to travel the world for press tours. Things become even more chaotic when they fly back home for the holidays.
Warnings: Swearing? P sure that’s it?
Word Count: 1659

Home For the Holidays

You had grown up going to school with the Holland twins your whole life. You spent more time at their house than your own. Nikki and Dom were the parents you had always wanted, and treated you like one of their own. You were part of their family, and Tom and Harrison looked out for you like big brothers, while you babysat Paddy for most of your young life. You even had a massive, but very short-lived crush on Harry when you were 7 that you’re still embarrassed about to this day. But something shifted recently. After Tom and Harry and Harrison all left to travel the world for filming and press tours, while you and Sam stayed home to go to school, you fell in love with your best friend. You and Sam had always been the closest, ever since your first year of school together. He was the only boy in your grade who offered to take you to the school nurse when you scraped your knee on the playground, and you talked the whole way there. He was so proper and grown up for his age and even promised to give you half the cookie in his lunch box. The next day he invited you to play with him at recess and you met his brother Harry, and the three of you had been close to inseparable ever since. Today, you’re both 18, going to acting school together, and the rest of your friends were all over the world now, or going in different directions with their lives and careers. Currently it’s the middle of December and it’s the standard London winter. Sam knew you had a lazy day today and invited you to lunch, like he did any day you had free. These lazy day lunches were a tradition because it was so freeing for you both to say whatever’s on your minds. You could tell Sam anything and he’d listen, and that’s why he would be the first you’d tell everything to. Today you hid from the cold London winter inside a coffee shop where you both ordered the same brew of hot tea. He has a strange look in his eye, like he’s nervous about something.
“Hey, I was thinking, you know Harry and Tom are coming home next week for Christmas and I was wondering if you’d like to come over to spend it with us? I mean I know you’ll probably have other plans and you might not-”
“Sam, I’d love to.”

You couldn’t tell him why you said yes so quickly. You couldn’t tell him that after all this time you’ve been spending together you’ve started to develop feelings for him. You couldn’t tell him that any opportunity you got to be around him felt like the best moment of your life. Instead, you tell him, “It’ll be so great to see Harry again. I can’t wait to give him shit about tripping outside his hotel last week on Tom’s Insta story.” You almost felt guilty lying to him. You’ve never lied to Sam about anything. That’s how you stayed close. But you knew the last thing you needed is to lose your best friend, and telling him just wasn’t worth the risk. The next week you and Sam drove to the airport to pick up Tom, Harrison, and Harry. Any time you stopped, you couldn’t help but catch yourself looking over at him. Every freckle on his face, the creases of his smile, it was just so hard to comprehend how you hadn’t noticed before. How hadn’t you felt this way about him your whole life? Your daydreaming was brought to a hault as you parked and went to help the boys with their luggage. On the drive home, the boys slept in the back seat, exhausted from such a long flight. Immediately as you walked in the door you were greeted by Tessa jumping around in excitement. Dom and Nikki had put up quite a few decorations since the last time you were over, and it finally felt like Christmastime. Harrison and Tom went to nap, while Harry sat with you and Sam to talk about his week and tolerate the roast he had been preparing for. Sam went to bed early, and the moment he left the room Harry shot you a look.

“What the fuck did I do? What’s that look for?”
”You know exactly what I’m looking at you for.”                                           "Don’t even try to bullshit you know exactly what I’m talking about.“
“No, I actually don’t.”
“So there’s nothing you want to tell me? About you and Sam?“

"Harry, I-I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“Listen he might not see it but I’m not stupid, you were definitely making eyes at Sam. I haven’t even been here for more than a few hours and I can tell.”
“Is it really that obvious?”
“To me? Yes. To him? No.”
“Well he can’t find out and you can’t tell him.”
“Why not?”
“I really care about him and I don’t want-”
“Do you not see it at all?”
“See what?”
“Sam’s been in love with you since we were kids. Why do you think he asks you to go somewhere with him any possible opportunity he gets?”
“I don’t know maybe because that’s what friends do?”
“Sorry I don’t spend my time desperate to talk about my mates the instant they leave the room, and I definitely don’t-”
“You’re really serious aren’t you?”
“Why would I make this shit up? Listen, I don’t see why you don’t just talk to him when he wakes up tomorrow? He’ll be floored when he finds out, and I’ll be happy that I won’t have to hear him talk about you all hours of the day anymore.”
“Thanks Harry, I wouldn’t know what I’d do without you.”
You gave him a hug and called it a night. Since Harrison got Harry’s room, you both were stuck sleeping on opposite ends of the rickety sofa bed. 

When you woke up Harry was already making himself breakfast, and Harrison and Tom were already eating theirs. 

“Wow thanks for waking me up and making me breakfast lads. Very considerate. Great and Harrison drank the last of the juice too.”
“I didn’t drink all the juice.”
“Okay then why is it that I’m holding it upside down and three drops are all that come out?”
“Well technically that isn’t drinking all the juice then.”
“Hey where’s Sam anyway?”
“I don’t know actually, he’s usually up by now.”
Harry of course had to make a joke.
“Hey why don’t you go find Sam?”
“Very funny.”
Of course Tom and Harrison weren’t too observant to begin with and fortunately suspected nothing. You walk over to Sam’s door which is shut for a change, and get the feeling that something is off. You knock on his door, and you hear a muffled, “Not now okay.”
“Sam, what’s wrong?”
“Not now okay, I’ve just-”
“Sam if you don’t tell me what’s going on I’m coming in.”
“Just don’t okay.”

You push the door open only to find Sam sitting on his bed with watery eyes and an angry expression.
“Sam what the fuck is going on?”
“Why don’t you fucking ask Harry what’s going on?”
“Sam, just talk to me. You can talk to me about anything.”
“Well I thought you could talk to me about anything too, but clearly you don’t see it like that.”
“What are you talking about Sam?”
“I fucking saw you last night.”
“Saw me talking about-?”
“I fucking saw you with Harry, you hugged him and you fell slept on the couch next to him last night and you told him-”
“Sam, what I told Harry was that I-”
“Yeah you told him you wouldn’t know what you’d do with-”
“Sam you completely missed what was actually fucking going on-”
“How could I? It was perfectly obvious what was going on. I was pretty sure you liked him for a while but why couldn’t you just tell me? I thought you trusted me?”
“Sam! Would you just listen to me for one minute? Please? What I…What I was talking to Harry about last night was you. I’ve had feelings for you for a long time now, and I never told you because I worried about what you would think, and Harry was giving me advice. I thanked him and gave him a hug. That’s the part that you saw. And we slept on the fucking sofa because Harrison took his bed. I love you Sam, and I have for a long time, and I wish I had just realized all this sooner.”
“But…I thought…I…”
“Sam, you’re the person who I care about more than anyone else in the world.”
“I…I’ve been in love with you since the day we met, and I never told you because…I always thought you liked Harry more and…I didn’t want you to think I expected anything of you. I didn’t want you to think that because of the way that I felt about you that I’d expect you to feel the same or want to be with me. I never would. That’s why I never-”
“Sam how could you honestly think that I’d love Harry more than you?”
“But…he’s the funny one, he’s the outgoing one, he’s the one who’s traveling the world and I’m just…me.”
“But that’s exactly it. I don’t need to travel the world to be happy with you. Wherever we are, whether it’s that café a block from here or your house or school or anywhere else I’m happy because you’re there.”
“I…had no idea that you-”
Before he could say anything else you pulled him closer to you, and kissed him. As your hands brushed past his cheeks and through his hair, you couldn’t help but feel as if this was how it should’ve been all along.

Suddenly you’re interrupted by the sound of Harry shouting from outside the doorway, “Get a fucking room!”
You immediately throw Sam’s pillow at him, “We’re already in a fucking room dumbass!”
Under his breath, Sam muffles, “This is why I fucking love you.”

@parkerbenjaminpeter @spider-hlland @a-fangirl-in-too-many-fandoms @heyitsemm @myaftertaste @that-kitty-dork @trashholland

The Recruit (Chapter 6) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 21″

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Rob Russells, & Reader

Warnings: Discussion of sexual assault, probably some cursing.

Author’s Note: If I screw this up in any way, or if you feel that I can better represent what happened to the reader in the last chapter, please reach out to me and let me know. I do not pretend to fully grasp what something like that must be like to go through, this is just my interpretation of what the reader and Mitch may experience.

Additional Note: I was not going to post anything today but people have been sending me DM’s like mad at me for not posting Recruit on the first day of Mitch Week. SO, in honor of Mitch week, you get three this week. This chapter, Chapter 7, and a Mitch Week special that I did this afternoon. Enjoy, you insatiable animals. (and ily all)

Summary: Mitch spends the entire day after the attack searching for Y/n. When she finally shows up in his room that night, he is surprised by her actions.

Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven

Originally posted by tess453

He pulled the wooden chair up next to his bed and leaned forward in it, his hands folded in front of him, elbows resting against his thighs, and he looked up at you. Your eye had turned black and your right pinky was swollen as if it were broken. It was 0515 hours and Mitch was waiting for you to talk. You sucked on the inside of your lower lip. It had been split against your teeth when Dan had hit you across the face the night before. The bruises on your body were starting to turn purple as time brought them to the surface.

“Are you going to tell Stan?” Mitch asked, glancing up at you.


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The Premiere (Part 1/2)

*look at my man* 

Word Count : 1.42K words

Pairing : Harry Styles X Reader


I am so excited for tonight, it was Harry, my best friend’s first movie’s first premiere. I am currently in a car with Anne and Gemma on our way to the red carpet.

“I’m so happy dear that you made it ! Harry will be ecstatic.” Anne gushed.

“Ofcourse Anne, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, he’s my bestest friend after all.”  I said smiling widely.

“He’s just texted me and said he’s a bit sad you wouldn’t make it there.” Gemma winked at me.

“You didn’t tell him?” Anne asked curiously.

“Nope, wanted to surprise him.” I said before joining to giggle with them.

It’s been months since I last saw him, he’ll be very surprised.

Harry’s POV

I was tucking at my hair constantly, I am THAT nervous.

“H, stop it, you’re ruining the hairstyle.” Lou shook her head.

“Sorry, I am just so nervous, what if I trip over what if I stammer during interview, what if-” 

“Stop it mate, you’ll be just fine.” Fionn assured me.

I gave him a small smile. 

Fionn Whitehead. One of my cast mates for the film, I bonded with him quickly and we became very good friends during our shooting session.

“Aren’t you nervous, mate?” I slightly chuckled at him. It was his first film too.

“Oh trust me I am, but I’m trying to contain the nervousness. Perks of being an actor eh?” He winked.

I just laughed. I checked my phone, the groupchat with the boys were filled with them wishing me good luck and being sorry they couldn’t make it there. I became sad a bit, but they promised we will have a celebratory dinner soon in a few weeks, so they’re forgiven. 

I quickly replied them back and opened my chat box with Y/N. She won’t be able to attend as well, she said to me last night. I sighed and locked my phone. I wish she was here with me. 

*few hours later* 


“Okay we’re here.” The driver said informed as we reached the venue.

The crowd was amazing, I saw few casts talking with interviewers, few of them taking pictures with fans. There were clicking sounds of camera, overall it was a beautiful scenario. 

I was trying to spot Harry, maybe he didn’t arrive yet.

“He’s just texted me saying he’ll be here in 20 minutes.” Gemma said to me.

I nodded and began walking with them.

“Y/N !! Is that you?” I heard Fionn calling me.

“Fionn !! How are you? Been ages !” I smiled widely at him and hugged him.

“Yeah it’s been awhile, you look stunning.” He said flashing me a smile.

“Why thank you, you look good as well.” I replied smiling.

“Anne !! Gem !! It’s so good to see you guys again.” He said hugging them both.

“Oh dear, how are you? You look so handsome.” Anne said hugging Fionn back.

“Thank you, let’s go over there, it’s less noisy there.” Fionn said pointing towards a less crowded area.

We all agreed and walked with him.

The cheering of the crowd increased and that’s when I saw him. He had a big smile on his face, as he began waving towards the fans and looked really handsome.

Yeah I’m in love with my bestfriend but didn’t say anything yet because I was afraid it’ll ruin our friendship. Cliché, I know.

He didn’t notice us yet, he was held by interviewers and he confidently answered them, he was all smiley and it made me so happy to see him this happy. 

He finally spotted us, when his eyes met mine he was shocked and completely surprised. I stuck my tongue out at him, he chuckled and began quickly coming towards us.

“You guys made it.” He said hugging us three all at once, then hugging his mom again properly and giving her a kiss on her cheek.

“You said you weren’t coming?” He asked me smiling so wide I was sure it must hurt.

“Surprise H !!” I said chuckling. 

“Best surprise ever.” He said hugging me again.

“Harry, we need to go, there’s a ton load of interview to finish, let’s make it quick.” Fionn said.

“Yeah, okay, bye ladies, see you in a bit.” He said before following Fionn.

The movie was incredible, everyone involved did an amazing job. I was so proud of all of them, especially my bestfriend.

“H, I’m so proud of you.” I said after the movie was over.

“Thank you.” He said smiling.

It was time to go to the after party, Anne and Gem wanted to call it a night and head towards Harry’s home.

I stayed back.

The party was huge and cheerful. 

“You alright?” Harry asked me.

“I’m good.” I nodded.

“You stay here, I will bring drinks for us okay?” Harry said to me before placing a kiss on my forehead, and then left.

I was scrolling through my phone and suddenly someone tapped on my shoulder.

“Fionn, you scared me!” I said chuckling.

“Sorry, why are you here all alone? Come with me, let’s have a drink.” He said.

“I’m waiting for H, actually, he’s bringing drinks for both of us.” I said smiling.

“Ah I see, so have you told him yet?” He asked.

:Told him what?” I replied back confusedly.

“Oh c’mon Y/N, you think I don’t know you like him? More than friends?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“He likes you too, you both are so obvious.” He said chuckling.

“He doesn’t, if he did he would’ve asked me out already.” I mumbled.

“He’s scared to ask you, he told me he has a crush on you, a long time ago.” He winked.

“What? Really?” I asked, shocked.

“It’s surprising you haven’t figured it out yet.” He said rolling his eyes playfully.

“Oh wow.” 

“Yeah, wow. He’s only told me but everyone in the set figured out and teased him a lot. Lad’s got a tough time.” He said laughing at the memory.

We joked around for a bit, then talked about which scene he enjoyed acting most.

After few more minutes Harry came back. He looked a bit off mood.

“Hey Harry, you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, yeah I-I’m fine.” He forced a smile.

“You guys I gotta go, talk to you later.” Fionn said leaving us both.

“Harry, you seem.. a bit down, are you feeling sick?” I asked concerned.

“I’m fine, Y/N.” He snapped at me.

“Okay, okay calm down.” I said. Then Tom approached us. We began talking with him and soon Harry left to get a refill.

I began talking with Lou, we’ve got lot of catching up to do. I was having a great time. But I realised something, Harry wasn’t enjoying at all, he kept a straight face and was so far away from me. Throughout the whole night, Harry kept ignoring me, talking with anyone but me.  

It was soon time to leave, only then Harry came towards me to inform we’re leaving.

We were walking towards his car, thankfully no fans or paparazzi were on sight.

He began to drive the car. The car was filled with awkward tension.

“Harry, what happened? Are you upset with me?” I asked, tears beginning to form in my eyes.

“I-I just,” He started but shook his head.

“What? You can tell me anything Harry, you know that.” I said gently.

He looked towards me with sad eyes and asked me, “do you like Fionn?”

“Wait, what?” I asked shocked.

“You heard me, are you in love with Fionn?” He said coldly.

“Whoa, Harry what the hell are you saying?” I shut him up.

“Oh I don’t I go to bar to get us drinks and come back seeing you flirting with Fionn. He was making you laugh so hard, why do you love him?” He ranted.

“What the hell Harry? We are just friends, and you have no right to talk with me with that tone.” I said slightly raising my voice.

“Just friends, sure.” He scoffed bitterly.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

“Admit it you like him.” 


He stopped the car.

“What..wha-” he began.

“How dare you speak with me like that?” I snapped at him.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I though-” He began but I was already making my way out of his car and began walking.

“Y/N, WAIT, PLEASE WAIT.” He called after me.

I ignored him and started walking. 

Part 2