in all seriousness though that is a weird face to pull when looking a frozen head... ;)

It’s Not Gonna Suck Itself

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,290

Summary: The reader sends a naughty text to the wrong person.


“What the…no way, dude!” Jared bursts out laughing, practically falling off of his leather chair.

“What?” Jensen asks with furrowed brows, wondering if it’s worth getting up from the couch.

“Wow. I can’t believe she sent me this.” Jared grins widely, glancing back down at the text from you.

“Sent what? Who?”

Jensen grows impatient, his best friend still hasn’t answered him and it’s annoying as hell. He sighs dramatically then moves towards Jared, waiting for an answer.

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Prank War

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Summary: The Winchester siblings start a little prank war and it escalates quickly

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None, just some fluff

A/N: Special thanks to @nickiwinchester97 because she encourages me a lot and I love her. And to my dad who (unknowingly) inspired a lot of this :D

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

It all started out pretty harmless. Dean was annoyed by Sam who had complained about his unhealthy choice of food, and as soon as Sam went to the kitchen to get himself some water, you watched your eldest brother rip of a piece of carton from the pizza box and hide it under a pepperoni slice on Sam’s pizza.

It was hard for you to hold back your laughter when Sam came back and took a bite. He had somehow managed to bite through the carton and was now munching on it, completely unaware of what he was eating.

Dean watched him as well, and even though he was good at keeping his game face on you knew he was cracking up on the inside.

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When you and Haechan kiss for the first time

Thanks so much for requesting! ^^ I absolutely loved writing this >< I hope you like this and if not, please tell me what I could have done differently~

i swear this boy is the worst bias list wrecker ever, please save me from this sweet, awesome, savage, TALENTED AF, savage, cute, HANDSOME AF, awkward boy T-T why has he grown up so fasttttttttt ><


Words: 1361

Fluff that will either make you squeal or just… cringe

Requested by anon ♥

Originally posted by haenyan


“Admit it,” you poked Donghyuck’s side with your finger. “Your heart fluttered a little, didn’t it?”

“I don’t think you are cute,” he stayed stubborn even though you kept poking him with your finger. “It’s time to face the truth _____.”

You looked at him - who was just staring at his phone - for a bit before turning away from him, crossing your arms and letting out a sigh.

You two were on a date that really wasn’t a date since you two just ended up staying home. You were sitting on the sofa side by side and for the past hour you had been trying to make him smile by doing aegyo. It hadn’t been a success as it had only resulted in him throwing his savage lines at you which he usually did.

Donghyuck lifted his gaze from his phone’s screen and glanced at you. You had your back turned towards him and you still had your arms crossed. He couldn’t help but chuckle silently at your behavior. In fact, the past hour had been pretty hard for him. Just to tease you, he had not reacted to your aegyo at all even though it made him want to giggle.

“Are you angry?” he asked and you felt his chin land on your shoulder.

You stayed silent.

“What? Are you giving me the silent treatment?” he asked, pouting.

Without a word you shook his chin off your shoulder. This made him slightly worried.

“You aren’t really angry at me, are you?” he asked, just to make sure.

“And if I am?”

There was a brief silence during which he got up and came to stand in front of you. He crouched down in front of you and looked at you with the most adorable puppy eyes ever.

“Are you sure you can be mad at this face?” he asked, not letting go of his usual behavior.

You held in your smile and turned away. He moved again to be in front of you. He sat down in front of you on the sofa and you looked at him expressionlessly. He pouted.

“You are mind-blowingly cute,” he said with a cute tone.

“I am?” you asked.

He nodded enthusiastically. “Of course.”

You doubted his word. “You don’t sound like you mean it.”

He let out a whiny sound. Then he put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer so that you were leaning on to him. That resulted in a silence. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him with a small smile on your lips.

This kind of situations were very common between the two of you. You would have a playful “fight” and then it would end in a sudden silence. You both knew it was all just for fun so you never took the things you said during those “fights” seriously. And, if the other went too far you’d just say it and it would be resolved quickly.

“______,” he called your name while playing with your hair.

“Hmm?” you hummed, listening to his heartbeat.

“Did you change your shampoo?”

“No, but I’m wearing a new body mist,” you said and looked up at him.

“Hmm,” he hummed. “It’s a little weird.”

“You think?” you straightened up, letting go of him. He just looked at you when you tried to smell yourself. “It’s not that different from my old one though,” you mumbled.

“It’s not a bad scent,” he chuckled at your reaction. “It’s just… new. I’ll have to get used to it.”

You went closer to him and leaned on him again but this time his arm wasn’t around you. He opened his phone. You snatched it away from him.

“Hey,” he said and you giggled, getting up from the sofa with the phone in your hands. “Bring it back!” he whined.

“Come get it,” you showed your tongue at him.

“I don’t want to,” he whined, too lazy to get up from the sofa. He reached his arms towards you. “I’ll cuddle with you if you come here.”

You stopped for a second to think about the offer. “Nah,” you turned it down with a smile.

“Then…” he thought about what would make you give his phone back to him. “A kiss?”

You blushed at the mention of a kiss. You two had been dating for a while now and before you started dating, you were close friends which explains how close you two were around each other despite having dated for only a little while. However, you two had never kissed before. Holding hands and hugging weren’t a big deal for you two anymore but kissing… Even the thought of it made both of you blush a little.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, a little flustered.

“What?” he asked, a little flustered too.

“I don’t want our first kiss to happen like that,” you said before walking back over to the sofa and giving him the phone. “Take your phone back.”

He took the phone and you sat down beside him.

“I’ll just settle with cuddling,” you said and leaned on him. He laughed a little and leaned on you.

You two stayed like that for a while. He talked briefly about how his day had been and you did the same after he had finished. He played with your fingers the whole time. He smiled when you spoke, though you didn’t notice him partly because you were so used to seeing him smile but mostly because you were too busy explaining about your not so exciting day.

“You did?” was the only time he interrupted you. You had told him about slipping on your way home since the roads were covered in ice.

You nodded. “I had the hardest time trying to get up, you know? It took me like five minutes before I could stand again.”

“Did it hurt that much?” he asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

You shook your head. “No, it was just so darn slippery. I couldn’t get up even though I kept trying.”

He chuckled. “I’m sad I couldn’t witness that. It was probably hilarious.”

You scoffed.

“So, how did you manage to get up in the end?” he questioned, looking at you for the first time during the conversation.

“This amazingly handsome young man offered a helping hand,” you said and poked your tongue out. “He was really handsome.”

“Are you sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you?” he looked at you, amused.

“Now that I think about it, I think it was just an old man passing by mumbling something about how youngsters these days can’t even walk anymore.”

He burst out laughing.

“It was embarrassing!” you whined.

“Sorry, it just sounds really hilarious,” he laughed. “I would have helped you up immediately if I had been there with you.”

You smiled at his words and he noticed. Without even thinking about it, he leaned closer and pressed his warm, soft lips against yours. You were frozen to place and he pulled away after a bit.

You could only stare at him, surprised.

“I definitely just did that,” he felt giddy about it.

You couldn’t form words. The feeling of his lips on yours lingered on your lips.

“_____?” he called your name after you had been silent for a bit.

“Oh, sorry,” you awkwardly gave a laugh.

“Are you okay?” he asked and only now you noticed that he was blushing quite a bit. You on the other hand felt like your face was red as a tomato.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you said and looked away, feeling shy to look at him.

“This shyness doesn’t suit you,” he whined since he was used to the you who was very comfortable around him. “Did I ruin the mood?”

“No, no, no,” you shook your head. “I just… didn’t expect that.”

“Same here,” he chuckled a little. “Was it bad for a first kiss?”

You shook your head. “It was nice.”

You both felt a little shy and just started giggling. The giggling continued until Donghyuck leaned in to give you another quick peck on the lips.

Bullshit

Summary: Mickey forgets his and Ian’s anniversary. He uses the Gallaghers for help.

Word Count: 1208

Notes: This was another request I got through my messages. Hope you like it :)


Ian woke up super excited. It was his and Mickey’s eight year anniversary, so he figured Mickey had a big in store. A few years ago, Debbie asked when their anniversary as a couple was, and they didn’t know. They decided then to make it the day that they first hooked up, and planned to celebrate it every year. With that decision, each year they traded back and forth on who made the celebratory plans.

He woke up and watched Mickey. Truthfully, he got blessed with such a beautiful man. As Mickey’s eyes fluttered open, Ian kissed his cheek. He didn’t hold back the happy smile on his face. “Morning, Mick.”

“Mm,” Mickey groans. “Too fucking early,” he complains but nonetheless pulls his boyfriend in for a kiss. When their lips separated and he saw Ian’s eager facial expression he raised an eyebrow. “What are you so fuckin’ happy for today?” He chuckled.

“I don’t know. You tell me,” Ian teased. When he realized that Mickey was genuinely confused his face fell. It felt like he was being punch directly in the heart.

Mickey scratched his nose like he was trying to think. “I don’t know, man. You take your meds today?”

Now Ian was growing a big angry. “Yes, I took my fucking meds today.” He scoffed. His happy demeanor was completely altered in the matter of a few seconds. He hopped off the bed. “Let me know when you figure it out, asshole,” Ian spat and exited the room.

Mickey jumped up and chased after Ian. “Ian, I have no clue what the fuck you’re talking about,” he said seriously. He was taking through his mind for answers but could not find any.

As he turned red, Ian let out an angry chuckle. “It’s our fucking anniversary, you dumbass! Happy eight years,” he mocked with an unmistakable venom in his voice. When Mickey wasn’t responding, Ian through a pillow towards him. “Fuck you, Mickey. After all these years, you know jack shit about me. I mean, you never fucking pay attention. Fuckin’ done,” he said and stormed out of their apartment.

Mickey was frozen in his feet. He pulled out his cellphone to check the date; when he saw it was May 19th, he through the phone on the ground. “Fuck!” He couldn’t believe he forgot. I’m a piece of fucking shit, he kept thinking over and over.

Knowing damn well that he needed to fix this, Mickey got dressed and left the home that he shared with his boyfriend. This was bad, he knew it was bad. Ian had every right to be angry, but saying that Mickey knows jack shit about him? That’s bullshit.

He expected Ian to be at the Gallagher house, so that’s where he went. By the time he got there he was panting from how fast he ran. Thankfully, he and Ian chose to live in an apartment complex that was only two blocks away. Mickey collected himself and entered the house.

When Mickey got inside, he found Fiona, Lip, Debbie, Carl, and Liam staring up the steps, probably after Ian. They all look turned their head to look at him. “What the fuck happened?” Fiona asked.

“I didn’t know it was May 19th. Fuck! I forgot our fucking anniversary,” Mickey said as he ran his hands over his face.

“Mickey, that’s no good,” Liam chimed in. The youngest Gallagher was always Mickey’s favorite, behind Ian of course, so this gave Mickey a bad feeling in his chest.

He nodded. “Yes, I fucking know it’s no good,” he said. “He’s not gonna talk to me if I go up there. He said I don’t pay attention to him ever, and I know nothing about him.” Mickey shook his head. That was the farthest thing from the truth, how couldn’t Ian know that?

“Oh, shit,” Lip said. “Should we go talk to him?” This took Mickey by surprise because normally it was he and Lip who butted heads. If he was offering help though, Mickey was going to take it.

Mickey nodded. “Please fucking talk to him,” he pleaded.

Carl patted Mickey’s arm. He could tell how distressed this was making him. “We got it.” Fiona and Debbie nodded behind him and then they all headed up the staircase. Mickey was on their heels.

Fiona lightly knocked on the room of the bedroom that Ian used to share with Carl and Liam. Carefully, he opened the door and they all piled into the room. Mickey stood in the doorframe. Ian’s body was facing the wall so he didn’t see Mickey’s presence. “Wanna talk to us, Ian?”

“He know shit about me,” Ian complained. “Been together for eight fucking years, and he can’t even remember that.” With those words, Mickey felt like his heart was being pulled out. He wanted to act on it, but Lip shot him a look that said sit still and keep your mouth shut.

“You know that’s not true,” Debbie said. “Mickey loves you. He loves you a lot,” she repeated. In reality, Debbie or the rest of the Gallaghers had never seen a love so strong.

“He’s been there for you every time we were to stuck in our own crazy ass worlds to be involved in yours,” Fiona said sincerely.

Lip chuckled. “For fucks sake, he might even know

more about you than I do. He fuckin’ knows all the pills you take and in what order. He knows the exact schedule you follow no matter what the fuck you’re doing.”

Now it was Carl turn to talk. “Remember when you ran off to the Army and went manic that first time? Mickey was the one who knew how to find you. Not us. Mickey.”

“When you’d get anxiety attacks or paranoid,” Debbie started. “He was the one that knew how to calm you down,” she said.

Liam nodded and went to sit next to his brother on the bed. “Mickey knows you really good, Ian. He’s just not very smart some days,” he said. Though it felt like he sort of wanted to cry, the redhead chuckled at Liam’s words.

Now Mickey stepped forward. “I fucked up, alright?” Now Ian turned in the bed to look at Mickey. “I wasn’t thinking. But don’t fucking say I don’t know anything about you. I know that every second Wednesday of the month you wake up at 4:31 AM— which is fucking weird. I know the difference between when you’re manic happy and when you’re genuinely happy. When you’re manic your smile shines brighter than your eyes, when you’re happy, it’s the opposite. Don’t tell me I don’t fucking pay attention,” he said sternly, but Ian heard the crack in his voice. “I’m sorry for forgetting this one thing. I really fucking love you. Don’t be done.”

Ian sat up and put his arms out for Mickey to come to him. “I love you too,” he hugged him tightly. “Maybe I shouldn’t have overreacted,” he said into Mickey’s neck.

Mickey kissed Ian’s cheek. “It’s okay.” He then turned around to the family and gave them a thankful nod. He might fuck up a few times, but Mickey knows Ian Gallagher, and he loves everything about him.

steve comforts you - imagine

requested by @girlsandgangsofficial - thank u for being so patient!
warnings: (implications about sex but nothing more than fluff here)

Nothing would’ve prepared you for what probably had been the shittiest day of your life. Was it even possible for so many things to go wrong in a single day? You expected that day to be relatively the same to any other day - it was just an ordinary Tuesday. You expected to wake up early, have your cup of coffee and get to school at a decent time. You’d sit through every shitty class and suffer through detention for occasionally skipping a few. Then you’d get driven home by Steve before he goes off to work his shift of the DX that day. Granted, some days were better than others. And there were times when Steve didn’t have a shift and would take you home, where you both knew no actual homework would be done. But on that awful Tuesday morning, as soon as your eyes flew open, you knew that this day would be particularly dreadful.

That morning, you quietly stirred awake with an overwhelming feeling of comfort - as if you’d finally managed to sleep enough, as if you finally figured out what it meant to feel well-rested on a weekday. But this feeling was then swallowed by the drop of your heart at the utter realization that the reason why you had felt so well rested was because you had woken up an hour late. Needless to say, it lit a fire up under your ass.

In what seemed like only a minute, you were fully dressed, hair and teeth brushed. The only things you hadn’t done was pour yourself some coffee, find your keys and put on your jacket. So off to the kitchen you went, knowing full well how terrible you’d function without it. Of course, in a matter of seconds, you managed to spill some of the hot coffee on yourself before rushing out the door.

Everything was fine. You put your key into the door and turned to lock it, only for the key to get stuck. You pulled your key as hard as you could, tugging this way and that - that is, until the key broke off so that half was still inside the lock. Realizing this, you hit the door with a heavy fist. “Fuck!”

It was very simple to say that the brown stain of coffee on your favorite white blouse had begun to string along the events that would make up what you would consider to be the unluckiest day of your life. You’d gone to school only to have a fight with your best friend, fail a test, be falsely accused of cheating, and to sit through about an hour of detention. To make matters worse, you had to walk yourself from school in the cold, pouring rain of the late afternoon since Steve never showed. To your dismay again, a mustang crept along behind you as you walked - of course, until it sped up over a massive puddle to splash you with the murky street water. You immediately flipped the bird at the car speeding away while zipping your jacket up, afraid anything might be visible through your wet, white shirt.

You felt like crying. Well, not because you were sad, but because you were teeming with an explosive anger you couldn’t express otherwise. Almost everything that could’ve gone wrong, went wrong. And it all just kept happening.

You couldn’t get home without your keys. You were pretty sure that your best friend didn’t want to see your face. But you knew that Steve probably had his shift at the DX, so that’s where you were headed. When you got there, you got a weird look from Soda, who you could see was calling over Steve.

“What in the hell are you doing walkin’ in the pouring rain like this? You’re gonna get yourself sick, doll.”

“I broke my fucking key off in the door.” you said through clenched teeth, your shoulders shaking and hair sticking to your face clearly bottling in the anger so as not to detonate on Steve.

“You what?” You could tell that he was trying extremely hard to stifile his laughter. “Well c’mon, don’t just stand there, Y/N. Soda could you get ‘er a towel?”  

Soda tossed you a partially greased up towel before heading into the rain to fill a car rolling up to get gas. It wasn’t perfect, but it was dry and and it was warm. You wrapped it around your shoulders, heaving some sort of sigh of relief. Then Steve stood behind you, wrapping his own arms around your waist. 

“Well shoot, Y/N, you’re real frozen,” he commented. “How ‘bout a way I know to get you warm quick?” Of course, he was talking about sex. Great timing he had.

“Not now, okay?” you responded, wriggling out from his relatively strong grip.

“Why not? It’s been a ghost town at the DX the past few hours, if that’s what you’re worryin’ about.”

“Just get it through your thick skull - I’m really not in the mood.”

“Alright, but what crawled up your ass an’ died?”

You didn’t answer.  But Steve took it as an invitation to drag you to sit inside the car he was working on just previously. Though bitter about the day behind you, you leaned against Steve, his arm around you, pulling you closer. “Today’s been the worst day of my life, Steve.”

“C’mon, Y/N, talk to me.” 

“I just don’t wanna talk. I don’t wanna do anything. Just let me sit here and feel god-awful.”

“Well, I don’t want you sittin’ here feelin’ awful. I know, I shoulda waited for you and gave you a ride.” He said, rubbing your shoulder, and then pressing his lips at the top of your head. 

“And risk gettin’ fired? I’m not paper, Stevie, I’ll live.”

“Look, at least you’re sittin’ here feelin’ awful next to me, right?”

“Right.”

“So, what happened?”

Both of you watched the rain beat down on the mix of concrete and gravel when he began twirling a strand of your damp hair around his finger. He’d always liked to play around with your hair. You sighed before you began to speak.

“I’m pretty sure that y/f/n hates my guts and that I flunked some stupid test. Then I got detention for something I didn’t even do. I got coffee all over my shirt, if you couldn’t tell - probably washed away with all that disgusting water splashed at me an-”

“Splashed at you by who?”

“A mustang. Socs, Steve, I dunno.” 

“What color was it? Was it blue? Cause if it was I’ll gladly jum-”

“Would you just drop it? It doesn’t matter no more.”

“Alright, alright,” he finally relented, although knowing that inside that head of his, he was continuing to ask questions. “But c’mon, don’t look so sour.”

“If I could stop looking sour, I would,” you said quietly, turning on the radio. “My Girl” by The Temptations was playing, which made you light up a little bit. “And I think I might be able to.”

You looked up at Steve, and he looked back at you. He knew that this song had been your favorite for a few weeks now and he knew you loved just dancing around to it - something you knew that Stevie never liked to do.

“Y/N, I love you an’ all, but no.”

“Oh, get over yourself, Steve. Soda’s seen you dance plenty of times,” you answered. "C’mon, what makes the difference with one more time?”

“Apparently nothin’. This is the last time, y’hear?” Steve let up, eyeing you seriously. But you knew he didn’t mean it. You knew that it wasn’t the last time and that he secretly liked dancing with you, no matter how much he ever complained.

“Sure it is.”

Before getting out the car to find that the rain had been letting up, you turned up the radio’s sound real loud, surprised that it worked so well. And with your hands at his shoulders, his at your waist, you swayed with Steve, singing along together.

You then brought your head to rest on his chest and your arms around his torso, laughing together at his poor lack of rhythm. You couldn’t help but let the grin spread across your lips. God, he was such an idiot sometimes. But you loved the boy dearly, nonetheless.

Maybe it wasn’t such an awful day after all.

We don’t believe what’s on TV - Chapter 7

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Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change completely overnight.

Finding myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills County.

This will be a Stiles x Reader but only further in the story

Tags: @kwien-cee @saoirsewhittle @standalls @anonimereader06 @shantayok @thiscuriouslymiss @dashofsunshineblog @negative-love @sarasmismyonlydefence @sharenaloveyoux @hoedorshegort @teenwolfobsessed321

In this chapter: First day of school! So excited! Too much excited. I forgot my mission. I change the future again.

Word count: 2632

In the end I was so stressed, I didn’t close my eyes for the rest of the night. I didn’t want to fall asleep and make a nightmare again, and the excitement of going to school the next day kept my eyes wide open until morning. And it was Scott who knocked at my door to tell me I had to get ready, all while giving me an empty school bag.

“You’ll have to go to the director’s office, he’ll give you your schedule and also the textbooks you’ll need. The sheriff made it with the school management to have the same schedule as me. ”

I nodded as I ran my hand through my hair. I needed a good shower.

When I was washed, dressed, and combed as best I could, I put my bandage on my ankle and the splint on my hand before taking my crutch and heading for the stairs. Scott was waiting for me downstairs, a shy smile on the corners of his lips. He also had my school bag in one hand, and in the other he was holding a motorcycle helmet.

I stopped at the top of the stairs.

“Do we have to go by motorcycle?” I asked him, already knowing the answer.

“My mother is still at work, she had several emergencies. It’s not as bad as it looks,” he tried to reassure me. Then I remembered the reason why Melissa was still at work in episode 1 of season 3. The motorcycle accident with Isaac and Braeden, pursued by the twins. I hesitated. Should I tell him? But I was going to suffer if I spoke and if he rushed to the hospital, the future would change again. And then I remembered that in any case he would go there later in the day. I had to let this happen. So I went downstairs and took the helmet from Scott’s hands.

“How do we do for my crutches?”


In the end, the motorcycle ride wasn’t that bad. Scott had tied my crutches to the back and I had been able to take advantage of the position to hold him by the waist. Riding a motorcycle behind Scott Mccall. Little fantasy of many fans.

I tried all the way to recognize my surrounding, but the streets and houses I saw didn’t remind me anything. It was true that we didn’t really see the roads in the show. Finally, after a few minutes, I recognized the school and my heart rate accelerated. The facade, the many students who smiled and walked to their future. Everything was so unreal, I was like in a dream. I forgot my responsibilities and my mission so much I was amazed.

Finally Scott parked his bike in the parking lot and I pulled out my helmet looking around. Yellow buses, school, students. Then, aside from us, I saw two black motorcycles, which made me lose my smile.

Twin’s bikes. Problems.

In front of me I also saw the smile of Scott fall. He was so proud of his motorcycle, so seeing these engines before him, he was probably thinking his vehicle looked ridiculous.

“I prefer your bike,” I said shyly in order to cheer him up.

“Thank you …” He mumbled, smiling, then went down and helped me do the same. Then he gave me my crutches and headed for the school.

“I have to meet Stiles in front of our lockers,” Scott started, which made me stick to the sound of the name of my favorite character. Scott continued to move forward and noticed that I wasn’t following him. He turned around and my heart accelerated automatically.

“Something’s wrong?” He asked me worried as he put a gentle hand on my shoulder. I couldn’t tell him that the idea of ​​meeting Stiles was the reason of my nervousness!

“N-no, everything’s fine,” I lied even though I knew he would notice it. I had to find an excuse. A reason. I wasn’t ready to meet Stiles, not yet! It was one of my fantasies, a dream, I dreamed of it literally, I had a ton of images of him in my cell phone (which I still wanted to recover).

“I’ll go to the director’s office right away. See you in class?” I stammered quickly before taking my bag from his hands and putting it on my shoulder. Then I walked as fast as I could with my crutches toward the school, lowering my head, hoping not to meet anyone known. My heart was beating so fast and my head turning as a hundred pace. I no longer looked where I was going, so of course I rushed into something brutally. Or was it was the thing that rushed into me? Anyway, I fell on the ground shouting in surprise and pain at the same time. I had fallen on my wounded hand.

"Oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t see you, I’m so sorry! I’m very clumsy, are you okay?”

This voice.

Did I really have to fall on him the moment I ran away?

I froze automatically as I heard him picking up his things clumsily. He helped me get up and I let myself go, still paralyzed, eyes wide open and probably drool on the chin. I didn’t dare look at him. Don’t look at him. Don’t look at him. His hands were on me. His big hands I had always found beautiful. His smell was around me as he was right beside me. An indescribable mixture that made my head spun. He handed me my crutches, which I took a moment to grab, my head still lowered to look at the floor. I mustn’t look at him.

“Hey, are you okay?” He snapped his fingers in front of my face and for a split second I looked up at him. Only a fraction of a second, but I saw his face.

His honey brown eyes. His hair now longer than in the previous season. His moles. His lips. His eyebrows. Perfect perfection.

My heart was about to explode.

“Y / N! I saw you fall, are you all right? ”

Scott was running towards us. Now that I had seen his face, my eyes didn’t want to detach from Stiles. He was so beautiful and real, so good, precious, heroic, altruistic, intelligent. I still couldn’t move.

“You know her? She’s frozen like that since we’ve ran in each other. ”

“Y / N?” Scott said softly, putting his hand on my arm, which made me get out of my torpor.

"Ahhhh !! You’ve seen the time!” I shouted leaving as fast as I could from the two boys. They really had to find me weird. I was stupid. Dumb. What had taken me? Pull yourself back together, Y / N!

I wasn’t very far from them when I heard Stiles speak. And when Stiles speaks, I always listen.

"Who is it? ”

“It’s … my sister-in-law … she’s amnesic,” Scott replied, which made me stop again in the middle of the hallway under the curious glances of the students.

“Seriously, didn’t find better?” I mumbled before remembering that Scott could still hear me. Shit. I went back to the director’s office without further delay.

I was just outside the door when I saw two sheets on the bulletin board that stopped me again. Notices of research for missing person.

For Boyd and Erica.

Sadness invaded my heart. I was so excited by school, the new world. Stiles. I had forgotten my mission. I had to save everyone, but unfortunately it was too late for Erica. She was already dead. Tears rose to my eyes and I had to lean against the wall for a moment to catch my breath. It was real, the world and the characters, and it also meant that the pain and the dead were so. That suffering would stay if I couldn’t save the victims. Once my breathing calmed down, I entered the director office, whom held a long sword in his hands, a surprised, intrigued but also totally outdated expression on the face.

“Can someone tell me what the hell is that?” He asked another man who shrugged his shoulder as an answer. Then he saw me and hurried to hide Gerard’s sword.

“What can I do for you, miss?”


The time it took to sign papers again, receive my schedule and my textbooks made me 20 minutes late in my first class. The director insisted on coming with me to guide me but I politely refused his offer and went off in search of my class. I found it in the end and hesitated a moment before knocking at the door that was facing me. Was I ready to go inside? Starting my new life as a high school student?

I had no choice. The teacher came to open me, a radiant smile on her face.

But for my part, I froze, stopping to breathe, eyes widened by fright.

“You must be Y / N, we were waiting for you. ”

I couldn’t move. She was there. I have forgotten about her.

Jennifer Blake.

The Darrach.

She noticed my frightened look and advanced towards me, placing a delicate hand on my shoulder.

“Don’t be afraid, I am aware of your situation and I promise you that I will be there to help and guide you throughout this hard moment you’re living.”

And I’ll be there to stop you from killing, I thought forcing a smile.

Her sweet and gentle appearance hid the snake sleeping in her. Jennifer Blake. Anger and determination took the place of fear and I limped back with my crutches to face the class.

“Here’s Y / N,” Jennifer began. “Be welcoming with her.”

Among the thirty peers of eyes that scanned me I recognized only three who succeeded in restoring me the stress of this morning.

Stiles, Lydia and Allison.

But I couldn’t see Scott.

“You can take the seat behind Allison, Scott just left, he had an emergency,” said the teacher. I nodded, avoiding crossing Stiles’ gaze and sat behind Allison, who raised her head to me when I sat, my crutches beside me. Allison turned to give me a comforting smile. She wanted to help me, thinking that I was probably very lonely because Scott wasn’t there and that he probably told the whole pack that I was his amnesic half-sister or something. Whatever the reason, I appreciated Allison’s attention. She was very nice and kind.

“Hey, Scott’s half-sister!” A voice murmured to my left. I lowered my head as I felt the red rising to my cheeks. Stiles remembered me. Obviously … I had made the worst first impression in the world. He would remember me as the strange and amnesic half-sister of his best friend.

“I didn’t know Scott had a half-sister.”

That was Lydia’s voice sitting on Stiles’ left. But I didn’t dare look up at her, I was already very intimidated by the number of characters I met simultaneously.

The class continued as usual, as if I had never been there, but I wasn’t listening. We had to read some book I didn’t know about, but I couldn’t concentrate. I knew that Stiles was just beside me and a burning urge to look at him was stinging my stomach since I entered the classroom. I could not think of anything else.

“Hey, Lydia, What is that?” Stiles whispered next to me. I tensed up immediately and listen to their conversation.

“Prada bit me.”

“Your dog?” “

"No, my designer handbag. Yes, my dog. ”

“You should not keep it if it gets aggressive.”

“Prada never bit me before.”

“There’s a beginning for everything. ”

I began to panic. It wasn’t the discussion they were supposed to have. They should have talked about the accident with the deer, the correlations, never two without three. But they hadn’t had the accident. And after this discussion, after…

My heart missed a beat as I turned to the window and got up my seat.

“Y / N, sit down please, the class is not over,” Jennifer told me.

“Boom,” I said, and two seconds later a crow crashed into the window, startling everyone.

A surge of adrenaline rushed through my body as Jennifer walked over to the window, too absorbed by the phenomenon (caused by her, FYI), to tell the students to run.

“Everybody out! Get out of class now!” I shouted as I pointed the door. "They’re coming, everybody out!” I repeated, but nobody moved. Everyone was frozen by the black cloud that was flying towards the classroom.

“Damn, move!” I repeated again, hearing some students stand up. "Now! ”

Other birds darkened towards the windows when the students finally rushed to the door. Many succeeded in going out, but not everyone.

Then a crow broke the window and everything happened very quickly.

I grabbed Stiles by the shirt, which was near Lydia to protect her and pushed them to the door without saying anything. I did the same with other students who managed to get out of class. The rest of them were hiding under the desks, and I had a little satisfaction when I saw Jennifer being attacked by the black birds. I looked at the door frame to see Lydia and Allison safe. New feeling of satisfaction. But this feeling soon came down when I noticed that Stiles was no longer with them.

However, I was in the middle of the class, uncovered. Soon the crows melted towards me and I was attacked by dozens of mad birds that grafted and lacerated my skin. I fell to the ground trying to protect myself as best I could and felt a weight against me, someone protecting me with his body, but I couldn’t see who it was.

After long minutes of anxiety and fear, silence fell into the classroom. A grim silence where the hidden students came out from under the desk and where those who had left the class came in to observe the mess. The person on me drew back and I finally knew his identity.

Stiles.

“You’re okay?” He asked me, blood flowing on his forehead. I gave him a blow on his arm, feeling the red rise to my cheeks, and he looked at me without understanding.

"You were supposed to go out with the others!” I shouted after him, frustrated, the adrenaline still running my body at a crazy speed. I had done everything to protect them, protect Stiles. And I hadn’t even succeeded in completing this simple task.

He helped me get up and I lost myself again in his amber-colored eyes.

"How did you know what was going to happen …” He asked me, now suspicious.

I opened my mouth to respond when I felt an icy and shivering breeze passed in my back and a voice whispering in my ear as if it were behind me. But I knew that even if I turned to check, there would be no one.

“You shouldn’t have.”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“You’ll regret it later.”

No, I didn’t say anything! I had said nothing, I hadn’t spoken!

“But you did something.”

“You changed the future.”

“It’s now too late for you.”

“Y / N? Hey, why are you crying? ”

I shook my head as I returned to reality. I hadn’t noticed that I had begun to cry and wiped the tears on my cheeks.

“I didn’t want to blame you …” Stiles apologized, holding out a hesitant hand toward me, thinking it was his fault I was crying.

I sat on the nearest chair and put my head in my hands. I had changed the future, again, and the voice’s words weren’t reassuring at all.

It was too late for me.

In the next chapter : Scott is at the hospital to save Isaac from one of the member of the Alpha Pack. But I know someone at school that needs to be saved as well. However, I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing that I’m stuck with Stiles. 

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The Night Before the Wedding

A/N: This collaborative CS bachelorette party fic was cowritten by me, @ladyciaramiggles @snowbellewells, @flslp87 and @ilovemesomekillianjones  

Rating: T+

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Emma watched as Killian tossed her a saucy smirk before closing their front door behind him. Smile lighting up her face, she leaned against the door and sighed happily. Tomorrow!  Tomorrow she’d become Killian’s wife.  After tomorrow there’d be no need for them to ever spend a night apart.

Not only that, but for the first time since that period of peace after they’d stopped Ingrid, there was absolutely nothing hanging over her.  Rumple had managed to stop his psycho mother…and it had all happened without Emma’s prophesied death.  Nothing was waiting for her and Killian in the future except years and years of living and loving and growing old together.

(Well…it was, after all, Storybrooke, so there was bound to be some fairy tale character coming to town with a score to settle some time or another, but after tomorrow, she and Killian would face it together as husband and wife.)

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anonymous asked:

I'm watching Doctor Who "dinosaurs in space" rn and all I can think of is that Lestrade is now an archaeologist. Also, earlier while watching another episode, it occured to me that Moffat likes the "it's all in their head plot twist". It's not impossible (or totally probable) that he used it once again in TFP.

Okay. So. I’m kind of freaking out right now, because your ask has just triggered my memory and I think I’ve stumbled across something incredibly important!

Now, if you haven’t seen Doctor Who, bear with me because I seriously think that this is a massive clue as to what’s been going on in season four.

We already know that Moffat’s written Sherlock into Doctor Who before.

I’ve considered a dream-sequence type thing as well. Not because of “Dinosaurs in Space”, though, but because of the episode “Amy’s Choice”.

Just to get this out of the way, I’m not sure whether TST/TLD are entirely constructed or not. It’s quite possible that they are partially real, partially fake. I highly suspect that TD-12 is the culprit in this case.

To anyone who hasn’t watched Doctor Who, but is following along with the conspiracy, I highly recommend watching “Amy’s Choice” stand alone because it’s got some crazy Sherlock parallels and will also give you a bit of an idea of Moffat’s particular brand of rug pull.

The basic premise of the episode is that it focuses around reality being contingent upon a single choice.

In this case, the Doctor’s companion, Amy, has to choose between either staying with her spouse Rory, or “the madman” aka., the Doctor. Remind you of someone?

The antagonist / bad guy of the day “The Dream Lord” traps the Doctor and Amy within a shared dream where they wake up in another reality in which Amy chose her husband Rory over the Doctor. They are both happily married, Amy is pregnant, and neither the Doctor nor Amy realise that they are dreaming at first.

Oh yeah. And The Dream Lord? He’s played by Toby Jones. How about those parallels?

Over the course of the episode the Dream Lord makes the Doctor and Amy wake up over and over again in both the reality in which Amy chose Rory, and the reality in which Amy chose the Doctor.

In the reality in which Amy chose Rory they are being chased down by aliens, and in the reality in which Amy chose the Doctor they are in the TARDIS about to be frozen to death by a nearby astrological phenomenon. A bit of a catch 22, then.

But the catch is that if you die in the dream, you wake up in reality.

Amy has to then choose which reality she thinks is real or a dream, in order to kill herself and finally wake up. 

I think this merging of dream and reality has been occurring on and off for Sherlock since his hospitalisation in His Last Vow.

Remember all the weird discrepancies and surrealist elements within season four? We get the same thing happening in “Amy’s Choice”, when the Doctor is trying to figure out whether they’re dreaming or not:

“The Doctor: Examine everything. Look for all the details that don’t ring true.
Rory Williams: OK we’re in a spaceship that’s bigger on the inside than the outside.
Amy Pond: With a bow tie-wearing alien.
Rory Williams: Maybe “what rings true” isn’t so simple.
The Doctor: Valid point.”

Meaning the glowing skull / lamp hell / OOC character behaviour / reused lines of dialogue all point towards constructed memories.

Moving along, where things get really incriminating is when you consider that the big reveal at the end of the episode: The Dream Lord is actually the physical manifestation of the Doctor’s darkest fears and insecurities.

“The Doctor: Drop it! Drop all that. I know who you are.
Dream Lord: Of course you don’t.
The Doctor: Of course I do. I’ve no idea how you can be here, but there’s only one person in the Universe that hates me as much as you do.”

“Sherlock Holmes: The point I’m trying to make is that I am… the most unpleasant, rude, ignorant, and all-round obnoxious arsehole that anyone could possibly have the misfortune to meet. I am dismissive of the virtuous, unaware of the beautiful, and uncomprehending in the face of the happy. So if I didn’t understand I was being asked to be best man, it is because I never expected to be anybody’s best friend…”

Just like the Doctor, Sherlock’s biggest weakness, central to the type of character he is, is loneliness.

The Doctor is so afraid of being alone that he conjures up a monster that traps he and Amy in a reality contingent upon her leaving him.

So to sum up the parallels, we’ve got …
- The Doctor // Sherlock
- Amy’s choice // John’s choice (post HLV)
- Amy’s Pregnancy // Mary’s Pregnancy — The Schrodinger’s Baby dilemma
- The Dream Lord // Culverton Smith // (John) // Sherlock
- Additionally Billy Kincaid (mentioned in TSoT) mirroring Culverton Smith as well 
- Possibly The Dream Lord // Eurus // Sherlock

Relevant quotes/references:

Amy // John

Amy is referred to in Doctor Who as “the Girl Who Waited”. She meets the Doctor when she’s young, and he promises to come back and save her, but due to the TARDIS malfunctioning accidentally disappears and only comes back years into the future when she’s already grown up. (Paralleling Reichenbach.)

This theme of the Doctor leaving Amy behind because it’s in his nature/that’s just the sort of man he is really links into John and Sherlock’s dynamic. John thinks that Sherlock is always abandoning him both literally (TRF) and emotionally (THoB, ASiB, etc.,) because he’s a “sociopathic genius”, it’s just who he is, when really, unlike the Doctor, Sherlock is only being forced away from John due to Moriarty.

“Dream Lord: Poor Amy. He always leaves you, doesn’t he? Alone in the dark. Never apologises.
Amy: He doesn’t have to.
Dream Lord: That’s good. Because he never will. And now he’s left you with me. Spooky old not-to-be-trusted me. Anything could happen.
Amy: Who are you and what do you want? The Doctor knows you, but he’s not telling me who you are. And he always does. Takes him a while sometimes but he tells me. So you’re something different.
Dream Lord: Oh, is that who you think you are? The one he trusts?
Amy: Actually, yes.

“Amy: I love Rory and I never told him. And now he’s gone.

“John: Just text her, phone her, do something while there’s still a chance, because that chance doesn’t last forever. Trust me, Sherlock, it’s gone before you know it. Before you know it!

In Doctor Who, in order to make the right choice Amy must choose Rory over the Doctor, the man she loves over the man she is infatuated with.

In this case, Sherlock, although he parallels the Doctor, also parallels Rory.

Originally posted by perttyodd

Sherlock // the Doctor

What does the Doctor say the first time he, Amy, and Rory are together again?

“The Doctor: Now. We all know there’s an elephant in the room.”

And what is he referring to? Amy think’s it’s her pregnancy, but the Doctor makes a joke and says that he’s talking about Rory’s terrible choice of hairstyle. Of course, that’s not what he’s actually talking about. The real elephant in the room is the fact that Amy is standing between the two men she loves and has to choose between.

Originally posted by johnlockshire

Weather Metaphors: “The Oncoming Storm” vs. “The East Wind”

Within Doctor Who we have the extended metaphor of the Doctor being referred to as “the Oncoming Storm” which can be seen as paralleling the “East Wind” in Sherlock, which is very likely referring to himself, namely his emotions.

“The Doctor: Someone—something—is overriding my controls!
Dream Lord (Toby Jones): Well that took a while. Honestly, I’d heard such good things. Last of the Time Lords. The Oncoming Storm. Him in the bowtie.”

The East Wind is coming, Sherlock. It’s coming to get you.“ 

And in mythology … “Eurus is God of the East Wind. He was thought to bring warmth and rain, and his symbol was an inverted vase, spilling water. His Roman counterpart was Vulturnus.” [x]

From The Blind Banker:

“Sherlock: Someone else has been here. Somebody else broke into the flat and knocked over the vase, just like I did.
John: You think maybe you could let me in this time? Can you not keep doing this, please?
Sherlock: I’m not the first.”

Plus Sherlock drinking from the vase in TLD:

Conclusions

”Amy’s Choice” provides a conceptual basis for what is likely going on in Season Four. 

Where Toby Jones represents the darkness within The Doctor as The Dream Lord, it is possible that Culverton Smith at times represents the darkness within Sherlock. At the very least this also links into how other characters such as Faith/”E”/Eurus/Mary can sometimes be seen as representations of characters’ psyches.

Amy’s baby, aka., Mary’s baby, is likely existent in one reality and non-existent in another. Season four shows us a reality where Rosamund does exist so we know certain scenes are not real, just like how Amy’s pregnancy is not real.

Amy’s choice between the Doctor and Rory parallels John’s choice between Sherlock and Mary. In S4 Sherlock’s worst fears to do with loneliness are being projected into reality, just like the Doctor’s, likely because of TD-12, which parallels The Dream Lord’s “psychic pollen”.

Within “Amy’s Choice” Amy and the Doctor are presented with three separate realities. There’s the real world, the fake real world on the TARDIS where Amy chose the Doctor, and the fake world in the village where Amy chose Rory. Due to this I think it’s quite likely that there are multiple layers of unreality we are seeing in season four, just like when Sherlock wakes up into fake reality in TAB and goes to dig up Emelia Ricoletti’s body.

This makes even more sense considering the fact that TAB can be seen as a key for understanding season four. Dreams within dreams within dreams.


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Reverie

Chapter 6: Oculus

Word count: 6158

Rating: T

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi / Midoriya Izuku

Summary: Hitoshi sees and is seen.

A/N:  Sorry I was a bit behind on this. As an apology, please accept a chapter three times longer than the usual size! Brief warning for a short description of an eye deformity. Also, this chapter kind of makes it clear why the fic has the rating it has - it won’t change in the future, in case there any concerns.

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Sweater Weather

Originally posted by eric-imagine

Pairing: Eric x reader
Prompt: An all out war breaks out in the apartment as the reader and Eric fight over blankets.
Fandom: Divergent series
Word count: 2733
Warning: Slight language, that’s about it let me know if I missed anything

A/N: So I wasn’t going to post this till the weekend but I wanted to a little bit earlier in celebration on hitting 75 followers. It seriously means a lot, thank you guys so much for all the support. The main reason I wrote this was because it is freezing where I live right now (Not really though, I just do terrible in the cold) and I just think we could all use some sort of fluffy cuddling. As usual, let me know what you think, I hope you guys enjoy!

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You shivered as you made your way through the freezing hallway. You silently cursed whoever thought it was a genius idea to have no form heating systems in throughout the entire compound. In the summers, it felt like an oven at times and in the bitter cold winters, it was like living in an ice box.

Most of the apartments came with a thermostat but it just so happen with your luck that the one in yours decided to just stop working earlier that morning before you left for work. It had been snowing earlier that day but that was soon replaced with a strong wind that howled through some of the more open parts of the compound.

You reached your hand into your pocket and pulled out your key with frozen fingers. You struggled to unlock the door and when you entered the apartment you were met with air that seemed colder than the hallways if that was even possible. You didn’t bother unbundling out of your multiple layers, minus the large coat you were wrapped in, figuring the minute you did you would just be freezing again.

You looked around the living room and realized that your roommate was nowhere to be found. Eric and you had been living together since the two of you finished initiation. There had been a shortage of rooms and everyone had been encouraged to share apartments for a few months until more could be built. You and Eric got along pretty well, which was surprising to most, so when given the choice on who you wanted to room with it wasn’t a hard decision. But somehow a few months turned into half a year, which then turned into a full year, so on and so forth. Both of you had been offered the chance to get your own apartment or live somewhere else a few times and to everyone’s shock, you both declined.

You liked living with Eric as weird as that was. The apartment the two of you shared was nice, being that he was a leader, and he was a fairly easy to live with most of the time. Eric obviously must have felt the same, to some degree, being that he never brought up moving out. Of course, there were times when the two of you couldn’t stand each other, mainly  because of how much of a dick he was the majority of the time. The fact that living with Eric meant seeing him shirtless half the time was also a secret plus.

You noticed that there was a lack of blankets in the living room, you usually insisted on keeping throw blankets and pillows on the couch. You narrowed your eyes as you made your way through the chilly apartment. It was only as you checked the linen closet in the hallway that you realized what was going on. Every blanket in the apartment was ‘missing’, you stormed your way to Eric’s room and didn’t even bother to knock before barging in.

Sitting in the middle of the bed was Eric and about every blanket in the apartment, a few of yours included. He was busy typing away at the laptop in front of him but you knew he heard you enter. Finally, after a few moments, he slid the computer off his lap and glanced over at you.

“Your supposed to knock.” He deadpanned.

“And you’re supposed to share…” You commented gesturing to the mountain of blankets on his bed.

“Mmmm….. I wasn’t aware of that..” You rolled your eye’s at his snark.

“Eric this isn’t going to work.” You gripped growing irritated.

He opened his mouth to retort to you then he paused for a second. “Is that mine?”

You instantly flushed as you realized what he meant, you had stolen one of Eric’s sweaters this morning. You had also taken a long sleeved shirt of his to wear underneath and a pair of his socks. You couldn’t help it, it had been freezing that morning and everything you had remotely close to warm was dirty or missing. You had initial only planned on taking a pair of socks from him to wear under your tall boots but when you noticed the shirt sticking out of one of the draws. After realizing how cozy his stuff was you pretty much took it upon yourself to so shopping in his drawers, ‘borrowing’ a few things.

Of course, his sweater was ridiculously big on you and you were forced to roll the sleeves a few times and tuck it in to keep it from completely engulfing you.

“…No.” You said awkwardly unsure if he would be mad or not.

“That is my sweater.,.” He said a smirk on his face.

“That is my blanket.” You growled back pointing at a particularly fluffy one.

“Give me my sweater and I’ll give you your blanket.” He countered with an all too smug smile. You huffed at him and then reached down and yanked it over your head. You then balled it up and threw it at him, of course, he caught it with ease.

“You also took my shirt..?” He cocked an eyebrow at you looking amused and confused at the same time. “Do you not have any clothes?”

You rolled your eyes at him and crossed your arms, “Do want it back?”

He paused for a second and looked at you pensively. “Keep it.”

“This smells like your flowery perfume shit…” Eric gripped after closer examination of his sweater.

“Yeah and this reeks of your gross cologne.” You bristled, pulling at the collar of his shirt. Okay, that wasn’t true, both the sweater and the shirt smelled of his musky cologne and you would be lying if you said you didn’t appreciate it.

“You don’t seem to bothered by that..” He teased and you felt your cheeks flush again, hoping that you could blame it on the cold. “Anything else?”

“Yeah I took a pair of socks.” You huffed back, he rolled his eyes and mumbled something about keeping it.

You moved over to his bed and claimed your blankets along with a few others that belonged in the living room. You’re arms were brimming with blankets but you didn’t care.

“That like half of them!” He cried out as you went to the door.

“It’s called sharing Eric, look it up.” Was all you said before disappearing out the door. It was upon reaching your room that you realized that all he had planned on leaving you was a thin comforter and your sheets.

You mumbled to yourself how much of an asshole he was, as you made your bed, but there was no denying the small smile on your face.

That night, while you were cooking Eric, decided to sneak back into your room and steal the blankets back and thus the war began.


The rest of the evening was filled with the two of you sneaking into one another’s room every chance you got and stealing blankets. At one point while he was in the bathroom you grabbed every blanket you could carry and made a nest in your bed, then while you were washing dishes Eric found a way to pick the lock to your door and took everything, sheets and pillows included.

You then spent the next half an hour in his room, after having to pick his lock to get in, annoying him to no end until he finally ended up jumping up and chasing you out of the room. On the way out you were able to snatch a few blankets and pillows before he could grab you. He was then ‘nice’ enough to pile a few thin pillows and blankets outside of his door for you. You simply waited until he was busy showering to go back in his room and take back your respective blankets, pillows, sheets, and a few that belonged to him. Eric waited until you were asleep to go back in your room and take back most of them.

You woke up in the middle of the room and realized what had happened. You were absolutely freezing and it felt impossible to go back to sleep.

Padding back to his room on the other side of the chilly apartment, not even bothering to put pants on, you quietly let yourself into his room. He was passed out, snuggled under a huge mountain of blankets. In your half asleep state you had no issue snatching the blankets off of him leaving him with nothing but a thin comforter. You smugly made your way back to your room with your prizes and got comfortable with ease.

About twenty minutes later you were tugged awake as you felt something, better yet someone, pulling the blankets off you. You were quick to snatch the blanket back before it completely left the bed and ended up in a game of tug of war with Eric as you tried to yank it out of you grasp. The two of you fought over the blankets for the next few minutes.

“I’m fucking freezing, give me the blanket!” He hissed at you pulling hard.

“This is not leaving the bed, none of them are so get over it…” You hissed pulling back even harder, you knew that if Eric was fully awake he would have no issue getting the blanket from you but now you had no issue taking advantage of his sleepy state.

“Oh, that’s how it’s going to be.” He said trying one final time to grab it before giving up.

“Yup.” You said popping the 'p’ smugly. It was dark in the room but you could make out the wicked look that crossed his face as he threw his hands up in defeat, backing away.

“Okay… That’s fine, the blankets aren’t leaving the bed…” You tensed as you heard his tone and watched him leave the room, there was not a single doubt in your mind that he was up to something.

It didn’t take long to figure out what he was up too, a few minutes later he silently re-entered the room and you didn’t realize what he was doing until you felt him lift your blankets up and crawl under the covers with you.

“What are you doing?” You hissed as you shot up reaching over to turn the bedside table on.

“You said the blankets weren’t leaving the room so I guessed I’m crashing with you tonight.” He said with a shit eating grin.

“Eric my bed is not big enough for the two of us.” You snapped, your queen sized bed was the perfect size for you to stretch out, there was no way it would fit both Eric’s huge figure and you.

“Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you decided you didn’t want to share.” He mummbled, faking innocence in the situation.

You narrowed your eyes at him and shook your head.

“Fine.” You finally said huffing as you turned the bedside table off and then laying back down.

You felt tense as you laid next to him, there was no denying your slight attraction to him, you would be mortified if he ever found out.

The two of you tossed and turned as you tried to get comfortable and stay on your respective sides of the bed. At first, the two of you tried laying back to back but you ended up turning to face him as the cold nipped you face and he followed suit a few minutes later. He kept touching your leg with his freezing feet on accident, or maybe on purpose there was no telling with Eric sometimes.

“Stop.” You bristled after the fourth time, they felt like ice on you bare legs.

“Where are your pants?” He hissed back not moving away.

“I don’t like sleeping with pants.” He snickered at that and touched your leg again.

“Eric, I swear to god.” You growled, he laughed again at this but moved his feet away.

“Is that my shirt?” He said softly after a few minutes of silence. You couldn’t find anything more comfortable so you left it on. Untucked it hung down to mid thigh and that combined with his tall socks, you felt fairly warm minus your legs.

“Yes.” You all but whispered back.

“I thought you said it reeked of my gross cologne.” He teased.

“Is that the sweater I wore today?” You teased back. “I’m sorry  but didn’t you say it smells like my flowery perfume shit.”

“Maybe I lied like you did when you called my cologne gross.” He all but whispered back.

“Who said I lied?” you tensed at his words and he leaned forward closing the small distance between the two of you.

“The fact that you are still wearing it, actions speak louder than words _____“ You flushed as you processed what he was saying. He leaned away and watched you intently, gauging you for a reaction.

“Why did you let me keep the shirt?” You asked softly.

“Because I like the way you look in my clothes.” He replied bluntly before rolling away from you and onto his back.

You paused for a second trying think of a smart comment but you came up empty handed so instead you moved closer to him and before you could stop yourself you wrapped your arms around him and rest your head on his chest.

“What are you doing?” He said not moving.

“I’m still cold.” You whispered back, but that was a lie.

You pulled your head up and looked at him half expecting him to tell you to get off, instead he did the opposite. He grabbed you before you could move away and pulled you on top of him. He moved you so that you were pretty much sitting on his lap. You froze for a second, curious to see what he was going to do. He appeared to be doing the same thing and you leaned down, resting your hands on either side of his head, hovering above him. He rested his large hands on your hip, helping you stay balanced.

You dipped your head down slightly until your noses were almost touching. He continued to watch you and right as you were about to move away he leaned up and connected his lips to yours.

You tensed as you felt one of his hands leave your hip and come up to rest on the back of your neck as he held you in place. You began kissing him back slowly and placed your hands on his cool cheeks.

His kiss was slow and shockingly sweet. He deepened the it after you parted your lips when he nibbled at you bottom lip slightly. That’s how the two of you spent the next few minutes only separating once to gain more air before you were kissing again.

When the two of you parted you couldn’t help but laugh slightly as he smirked up at you.

“What was that?” You said softly.

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a while…”

“What took you so long?” Was all you could manage before he yanked you back down for another kiss. You final separated and moved so that you were laying half on him half on the bed. You defiantly felt warm now as you used his chest as a pillow and he played absent mindedly with your hair.

You don’t remember when exactly you drifted off but you when you finally woke up, Eric was long gone. You would have almost doubted that last night had even happened if you hadn’t been stirred from your sleep a few hours earlier when Eric leaned down to press a quick kiss to your forehead before he left.

You smiled the rest of the morning as you got ready for work, you couldn’t help but absent mindedly touch your lips every once in a while. You made sure to steal another one of Eric’s shirts on your way out not even the least bit bothered by the smell of his cologne on it


A/N: So there will be a part two to this, and it might be smutty ;)

Can't Catch A Break

Fic Request: i’m the one who sent in the sheriff stilinski walking in request and i kind of want different versions of like alison or scott walking in if thats not weird. Maybe i just want people to know that stiles can get some.

Rating: M

Genre: Smut, Comedy, Romance

Author: The General

Part 2 of the Love Interrupted series

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Anakin Skywalker - Hero

Not too many people would call Jedi general Skywalker ‘small.’ But you happen to be four inches taller than your best friend/little brother. And if his men look up to him, well, you’re practically a legend to them. It’s adorable.

Wordcount: 1812

Warnings: None, just platonic fluff :)

Notes: This is super-cute and I think if Anakin had someone like this things might not have gone so badly for him. >:D

Coruscant in the summer is hot. And smelly. And noisy - how could it not be, with the gazillions of beings living and working and driving here? Even though technically you live here, you kind of hate it a little bit.

So you’re pretty excited to be finally going off-planet again with your best friend. You probably shouldn’t be - it is a war after all - but you just want to go somewhere cool and clean. Endor fits the bill quite nicely.

You lounge back against your speeder, the hot metal burning even through the fabric of your Jedi tunic. He’s late again. Must’ve lost another lightsaber or something - he’s famous for that, the little twerp. You shake your head with a fond smile. 

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Good friends share porny/platonically intimate ficbunnies with you. Best friends write them. ^-^

Lardo/Ransom/Holster for Stulti.   But now that she has a solid three-season shutout she’s pressed close to Ransom’s warm and beautifully muscular body and liking it a surprising amount and instead of that myopic leer Holster thinks is sexy he looks endearingly disarmed and, well.  She knows what the Samwell D-man special is.  She’s arranged hotel rooms around it.  And she’d be lying if she said she hasn’t thought about it.

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Wanna Bet?

A/N : I don’t why some of the words are cut off and continue on the next line. I can’t seem to fix it so please bare with it :’c 


Word Count : 1531


You stormed out of the classroom, totally fed up with Malfoy’s attitude. You muttered curses towards the ferret. He was so full of himself. Just because Snape preferred his own house better, Malfoy thought he basically owned the classroom. You raced up to the Gryffindor Tower and threw yourself on to the couch. 

“Y/N!” Harry, Ron, and Hermione were only minutes behind you. They were just as peeved at him as you were. 

“Can you believe him?” You raised your voice. If it were possible there would be steam coming out of your ears. With your wand in your hand, you had half a mind to go back and show him how you appreciated him ruining your potion today. “Come on boys, I think Malfoy needs to be taught a lesson.”

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"Special to me" (Luke Hemmings)

Requested : Yes 

Can you do a Luke one where you’ve been best friends for a while and he keeps making sexual comments while you hang out and then he confesses his love for you and it gets really heated and he’s like really loud in bed? Thanks xx your writing is bomb

Rating : R

Word count : 2 536

Story line : Luke and you have been best friends for years and when he finally admits his feelings for you, it gets heated pretty quickly

I sat silently in the middle of the venue as the boys started playing a few songs for sound check. As usual, their manager had to tell them off for not taking this seriously and I found myself smiling like an idiot as Ashton pretended to be so madly in love with me he had to dedicate all the songs to me. I played along and placed my hand over my mouth in an ‘oh my god this is too cute’ gesture as Luke played the jealous guy and everyone started laughing again.

“(Y/N) please don’t make it harder for us, they need to concentrate” their manager yelled at me and I immediately stopped before giving him a nod to tell him that I understood. They started playing 'Don’t Stop’ and I watched intently as they finally rehearsed the song properly. They were good at this and anyone that ever saw them on stage could tell that they were born to perform.

“Every time you move to the beat; it gets harder for me and you know it, know it, know it” Luke sang and as he did, he raised an eyebrow at me and his lips curled up in a smirk as he saw me stand up and start to dance.

The afternoon went on rather quickly and the show, as per usual, was absolutely awesome. I was waiting backstage as they performed their last song and said goodbye to the fans before running off stage and Luke came straight to my opened arms for our usual hug. We all went back to the hotel and they all took a well-needed shower before ordering room service for the five of us.

“Guess who’s sleeping with a goddess tonight?” Luke yelled excitedly as he put an arm around my shoulder. I rolled my eyes and shoved him away as he started laughing like a little kid. Luke and I had known each other since kindergarten and when his band started to get successful, I genuinely thought we would slowly drift apart. I was actually really surprised to see that he called me every two days; and always found good reasons to buy me plane tickets to come and see him. It definitely made us stronger and I was now absolutely sure I’d have him in my life for as long as it would last.

“Alright, guys, we’re tired, so I think (Y/N) and I are going to head back to our room” Luke announced once we finished eating. I gave him a weird look as I didn’t feel tired at all and he was obviously just making it up.

“I’m not tired!” I complained and he gave me a small smile before pulling me into his chest, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“But you want me, and we can’t do that in front of them, baby so…” he answered, loudly whispering so that the other boys would hear as well.

“In your dreams, Hemmings” I joked as everyone waved us goodbye. Luke grabbed my hand and led me to our room before closing the door behind us. Once we were both in, I immediately went to the bathroom and started washing my face and doing all the usual things when I suddenly felt a pair of eyes burning holes into my back.

“Are you okay?” I asked as I turned around to face him.

“Huh… I… I need to talk to you” he answered, his playful mood completely gone as he now looked pretty worried and scared.

I grabbed a towel and dried my skin before walking back to the room where he was waiting for me on the bed. I sat down next to him, not really sure whether or not I was ready to hear what he was about to tell me; he seemed way too serious and anxious.

“Please promise me you’ll listen to everything, I really need to get this off my chest and you have to let me speak, please” he pleaded and I nodded as my eyes started to grow wide.

“Okay… So… I’m shit at this but huh… I have feelings for you, (Y/N)… I really thought that going on tour would kind of break our friendship but it’s more like the opposite actually and it made me realize just how much I need you in my life. You… You keep me grounded; it’s like, I’m this kind of big rock star during the shows and it feels great to have like the fans singing lyrics back and all but it gets really overwhelming at times and … I don’t know when I’m with you, I’m just that little boy from Sydney again who used to put Vegemite in the bottom of your socks just to annoy you… Life’s simple with you, it’s like I don’t have to be perfect all the time, I can just be me and … I’ve never felt that way with anyone before. I know I’m probably ruining it right this moment but I can’t pretend anymore. It makes me sick to not be able to wrap my arms around you each time you’re standing next to me and you don’t know just how hard it is for me to watch you talk and not be able to shut you up with a kiss because most of the time you’re just pointlessly rumbling or saying something that you know will annoy me. You’re special to me… We grew up together, and you know the real me; but you also accept the one I am when I’m out there. You accept that it is a part of me too and you’ve never complained about it even though it does change a lot of things for us. I just… I know you’re the one.” He confessed as I looked at him, frozen and speechless.

He raised his blue eyes and looked at me as he searched my face for any trace of reaction. I just couldn’t believe it; I’ve had feelings for Luke since I was 10. I never said anything because I always thought he deserved the best, and it was clearly not me. But there he was, all shaky and stressed and his eyes were filled with adoration and worry as he waited for me to say something. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out; my brain didn’t even seem to function anymore as I watched that perfect face fall into a frown as he probably thought I was turning him down.

I immediately grabbed his face with both hands and inched closer to him until our lips were brushing. I then pressed my mouth on his and savored the feeling I’d been dying to taste for such a long time. His lip ring brushed over my bottom lip and I thought I was going to melt on this very bed as one of his hand came to rest on my waist.

I felt his tongue brush over my lip and I parted them slightly to let him in as he shifted and pulled me on his laps so that I was straddling him. It then started to get really heated as he seemed pretty eager to explore my body with his hands. He ran his fingers under my shirt and up to my bra cups before massaging my breast with his palm as I tried to get as close to him as I could.

“I-I really want to make love to you” he breathed against my mouth as he placed a hand on the small of my back and took me with him as he fell on the bed, his back to the mattress and my chest pressed to his.

“I need you” I answered as his hands traveled down to cup my backside. His eyes instantly turned a darker shade and I’d lie if I said I wasn’t soaking at this point. I pressed my lips to his again and it soon turned into a hungry kiss as I starting rocking my hips on top of him.

“Shit, (Y/N)” he moaned and in that moment, I felt like the most powerful woman on the planet. It gave me enough confidence to trail my lips along his jawline and grab the hem of his tank top before slowly inching it up his torso and pulling it over his head. I then kissed down his chest and abs before running my tongue just above the top of his boxers. He groaned and shifted under me as I saw the tent on his jeans grow bigger. I decided to unzip them as I was myself dying from excitement and needed some relief; he let out a big sigh as I started to slide them down his thighs and he grabbed my hands before roughly yanking me back up and circling his hands around my back.

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Fisherman’s Knot Chapter 16

[Ao3]

[Title Songs]

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5][Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14] [Chapter 15]

Content warning for abuse. 

Many thanks to @thesnadger for betaing–always, but especially for chapters like this where I throw them at her shouting “I’m too angry at my own villain to tell if this is good! Help me!” She is the best. 

Also thanks to @marypsue for helping me work out Serinam’s motivations and the plot snarl I was stuck in so I could stop worrying and actually write this thing.


We Sang Them Up The Beach

“You’re going to a party?”

“Well, not really a party, it’s—”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

Mabel glared out from the laptop screen, hands on her hips.

“We just decided last night, pumpkin,” said Stan, his tone somewhere between soothing and defensive.

“Yeah, but do you know how much I could have done since last night? Grunkle Ford needs a makeover, and Nuala needs an advanced course in Humaning, and where were you planning to get an outfit for her, hmm?”

Stan looked across the table at Ford and gave him a one-shouldered shrug. “At . . . a store?”

Mabel rolled her eyes. “You two are hopeless at fashion. No offense, but I think it’s time to bring out the big guns.”

She pulled out her phone, dialed, and stood there tapping her foot while it rang.

“Yes, hello. Pacifica? We’ve got an emergency!”

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What Are Friends For? (By possible admin)

Summary: You are at school, but you have your period without realizing it. You leak through your pants and during lunch, Jungkook notices. He places his sweater around your waist to cover it because he is your friend.
Member: Jungkook x Reader (bestfriend!au)
Genre: Fluff
Length: 1702 words

This possible admin will be called P.A. My

-Admin Kat

All possible admin work will be completely unedited

Originally posted by baebsaes

The moment you woke up, you knew it was going to be a tough day. Maybe it was because you were tossing and turning last night, or the soreness you were feeling out of the blue. The loud blaring from your phone was the only thing that kept all of that from being true.

     One thing you absolutely hated: being woken up before your alarm. One person who knew that and continued to ignore that fact: the one who was calling.

     I’m going to punch him in the face at school, you think angrily as you blindly reach out to the side table, grasping for your blasting phone.

   "Wake up, princess. It’s time to get ready.“

    "Why are you calling me?”

“What do you mean? I’m your new and improved alarm remember? Since you always show up late for school.”

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Balconies: Chapter 5 - Frozen Foods

Originally posted by thdoctr

Balconies Series Masterlist

Characters - AU Bartender!Reader x Mechanic!Dean

Summary - She moved into a new apartment, got herself a new job and a few new friends. What she didn’t realize, was that on the other side of her wall was someone who would change her life. A man with bright green eyes and a charming grin.

The neighbors met on the balcony, but can their little world up there survive when it meets the real world?

Word Count - 1739

Warnings - Pie and fluff. Not really warnings, though.

A/N - This one kicked my butt. I almost didn’t have it written in time, but I pushed myself to get it done so y’all wouldn’t have to wait. The next one is going to be mostly from Dean’s POV.


It was five days since you last saw him. Not that you were keeping track. No, you were not worried about the man next door. You weren’t always checking to see if he was going to be on the balcony that day. Or even wondering how many westerns it was feasibly possible for one man to watch. Not that you could hear the tv through the walls unless you put your ear to them.

Ugh, you were hopeless. And concerned. There- you said it.

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yehet88exo  asked:

Exo reaction when he find out his gf pregnant after they broke up(a few month)Something angsty

Exo When They Find Out You Are Pregnant (Angst)

Xiumin: It had been a long, torturous month for you, receiving “I’m sorry” flowers and drunk text messages and voice mails from Xiumin. You wanted to run back to his apartment and say yes but when you looked down at your stomach, you knew you couldn’t That was right, you were pregnant with Xiumin’s baby and you had been spending the last month working to build up some funds for your baby. Coming back from one of your shifts, you slowly moved to your apartment door when you saw him. “Xiumin,” you whispered and that’s when everything went black. You woke up to the soft touch caressing your hair and looked up to see Xiumin watching you with worried eyes. The two of you didn’t notice that your time apart was slowly eating at both of your health with dark circles and a huge weight loss but the two of you did notice the effect on each other. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he said in a raspy voice, “Oh, God. If I hadn’t showed up today, I would have lost the both of you. The thought of losing you… I… I can’t… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should have made you stay. I should have came after you. ” And just like that he would sob for the first time in front of you. You immediately took him into a hug making him hug you tenderly as if afraid you would disappear. “Please, say you’ll stay. I don’t care if what anyone says. I can quit my job and find a new one. We can buy a house. We can raise the baby together. Anything, just don’t leave me, I’m begging you, Y/N, please!” “I’m not going anywhere, Minseok,” you answered.


Luhan: He just came back from Korea tired and exhausted physically and mentally. His break up with you had been the most draining so bumping into you was not exactly his bubble to his tea right now. The two of your stood in shock while looking at the floor not really knowing what to say. “Hey, Y/N, I found the cutest pair of boots for when your baby-” your friend stopped when she spotted Luhan. “You’re pregnant?” he would ask you with an incredulous look on his face. Not daring to look at him, you nodded making him angry. “Oh, and how long have you know about this? Is that why you broke up with me? Because you went and slept some other guy? Real classy, Y/N,” he sneered as jealousy and pain crept through his heart. You looked at him in shock before throwing your shopping bag at him and hissing back, “You’re really awful, aren’t you? You’re the father of this child and I just found out about this yesterday. I was gonna tell you but now I see how you think of us.” Then you walked off leaving Luhan frozen. He groaned and slapped his head. “I’m such an idiot,” he’d mutter as he ran off to search for you. After finding you and having a rather loud argument, the two of you agreed that being together was a lot better than being separated and the fact that you were expecting was a plus.


Kris: Your breakup was the worst thing that ever happened to him. He couldn’t go through the day with wondering what the hell he did wrong. Sure, he wasn’t exactly the most expressive person and he didn’t like other people knowing his weird dorky side. That was until until he met you. You were the reason he could act much more naturally and smile. Yet now all he was doing was frowning and getting drunk. Alcohol numbed the burning pain in his heart and sometimes he was able to imagine you were there and he could ask you to come back. He knocked back another shot of liquor when he heard your voice. “Oh, Yifan, Look at you,” he heard you say with his eyes closed and his face leaning farther towards your tender touch, “I leave you for a couple of days and here you are.” He shivered a bit. The sound of your voice and the feeling of your hands felt as if they were almost real it made him cry because he knew when the alcohol stopped affecting him, you would be gone. “You must stop doing this to yourself,” he smiled as he could imagine you pouting, “You’re going to be a father soon.” His eyes snapped open and he looked to find you in front of him. “Are you real?” he rasped hesitating to place his hand on your cheek. You smiled at him and pulled him into a hug making him shed even more tears. He hung onto you tightly as he began to lose consciousness desperately hoping… No…. More like wishing you would be there when he woke up. 


Suho: He wanted to reassure everyone that you breaking up with him was a good thing. He wanted to say that he was happy without you by his side. He wanted to show that he could keep smiling even though you were the only reason he would naturally smile. After all he was the leader of Exo and he had to set up a good example for his members. Yet on the inside he was soulless. Without your presence he was nothing. He was empty. “Suho?” He froze. Could it possibly be you? He turned around to find you standing at the door way. He didn’t know what to say when suddenly you turned around. “I’m  pregnant,” you said to the wall. Suho looked at your back in confusion and asked “And is the child mine?” “I was terrified that you wouldn’t help me especially since you’re an idol. On top of that, we’ve only been together for a couple of years and I’ve only met your family once but I know they would probably not want a child of theirs to be born out of wedlock but I didn’t want to pressure you and-” you went on until you were cut off by a kiss.  Suho broke it and put his forehead on yours. “I was going to ask this before you left but now I hope the answer will be what I hope it is so…” he said as he slid to one knee and took out a ring from his pocket, “Will you marry me, Y/N?”


Lay: Damn you and your cravings from pregnancy, you thought as you walked down the street. You were really craving Chinese pineapple pastries and the only bakery that made them was the one that you always went to with your ex-boyfriend, Lay. You could practically smell the warm aroma of the pastry as you stepped through the glass doors and ordered a batch for the two of you. Yet before the employee could call out your name, you heard your name called out. Your eyes widened in panic and when you panic, you tend not to think straight. You ran right out the door and straight into the street hopefully escaping from the encounter you had worked so hard to prevent. Suddenly someone screamed as an arm grabbed you out of the way just in time for an oncoming car to speed by as the driver yelled various profanities at you. “Are you okay?” Lay asked frantically as you struggled to get out of your his grasp. This caused his grip to tighten up a bit not at willing to let you go. “Y/N, stop,” Lay pleaded, “Let me check you first for injuries, please?” You stopped and let him check you for injuries in which he found you were fine except for a few developing bruises. “Thank God, you’re not seriously injured,” he would whisper putting his forehead on yours and wrapping his arms around your body. The two of you would have to sit and have a long conversation. 


Baekhyun: His mind was clouded with his new comeback and dance practices which was exactly how he wanted it. He wanted to think of everything but his breakup with you. His heart hurt every time he thought of you. Your scent. Your smile. Your quirky habits. He shook his head as if trying to shake out all the thoughts of you before sighing and grabbing his coat. He grabbed a mask and baseball hat along with his wallet before walking to the local convenience store to buy a pack of beer. Yet when he turned the corner, what he would see almost made his heart stop. It was you, looking even more beautiful than before and very visible baby bump. He had heard rumors that you were pregnant but he didn’t believe it until the truth was practically right in front of his face. He stared as you were walking down the sidewalk with a cup of hot coco with one hand wrapped around your belly. Call him a stalker if you want but he just had to follow you not because you were alone or the fact that it was night time. No, it was the fact that he was still in love with you that he followed you until you safely arrived home. Then he ran. That’s right, he ran away. He wasn’t ready to take on such a huge responsibility and he was scared of what the future would hold. He would need some time to sort out his priorities before he decided on what he would do. 


Chen: “ARGH!” he shouted frustrated while throwing a roll of papers at the wall. He raked his hand through his hair before stooping down to pick up the papers. Among those papers was a picture of you. He gently touched the photo’s shining surface before clenching his teeth and pulling out a book. In it, there was a list of private investigators with a couple already crossed out. He was looking for you. Not even a couple of weeks after the two of you broke up, Chen bumped into you and discovering you were pregnant but before he could say anything, you ran away from him. When he went to look for you, he found out you were pregnant with his child and that was why you broke up with him. But as usual, Chen thought in a bitter humor,you were always one step ahead of him. You seemed to disappear in thin air. You never went back to your apartment or even contacted any of your friends or family. Chen had taken ownership of your apartment before the landlady tried to resell it. He would go there to recharge his energy every time the nest private investigator came back with no more information with a slight hope that when he opened the door, you would be sitting in your usual spot on the couch. “I not gonna give up on you,” he vowed as he stared at your picture before dialing the next number on the list.  


Chanyeol: He never meant to cheat on you especially with your best friend. He made a mistake. An irreversible, irresponsible mistake that costed him the most precious person in his whole entire world. You. His eyes stung as he begin to put your things that you had left behind in a box. Your favorite red flannel shirt that you wore on your first date. The endless photos of you smiling at the camera. A dried rose that you had made from the first bouquet of flowers that he gave you.  Once he was done packing them, he grabbed an umbrella before stepping outside.  He grabbed a shovel before continuing to walk to the forest at the back of his house. He walked for quite sometime before he reached the spot he was searching for. It was the tree where the two of you met. Where you had your first kiss but also the same place where you and him had your last fight. He crouched on the ground to searched for the ring that he had thrown into the grass during that fight. Coincidentally, as if fate was working its magic, he found his ring at the same time he heard the familiar crunching behind him. He turned around to find you devouring your image. “Are you coming home?” he pleaded with his biggest puppy eyes, “Please tell me you’re coming back home. I know I made a mistake but I can’t live without you, Y/N.” It would take some time for you to say yes and a long time for Chanyeol to prove himself trustworthy again but it will happen as long as you give him the time to prove his love for you.


D.O.: Your anxiety grew as you heard rain pour even heavier on your roof. You peeked outside your door to find your ex-boyfriend, D.O., sitting soaking wet to the bone in front of your door. He had been sitting there ever since the two of you broke up. Well, technically, you broke up with him when you found out you were pregnant. However due to the big-mouth of Baekhyun, D.O. found out thus leading to the position the two of you were in today. You stared until your final restraint broke when you saw D.O. shiver due to the cold. You opened the door and hugged him. “G-g-go inside, Y/N,” his teeth chattered, “Y-y-you’ll c-c-catch a c-c-cold.” Silently, you dragged him in, to which he made a very weak protest before giving in, and wrapped him in the fluffiest blanket you had. You would make him take a shower before he change into his clothes that you still kept in your room. “Why?” you asked as you began to dry his hair with another towel. “Because I love you,” he would answer, “In rain, snow, or shine. I will always be by your side. Forever.” You looked straight into his eyes and smiled making him give his trademark gummy smile. 


Tao: Your doorbell rang, making you groan as you stretched your sore limbs. “Let’s go see who is at the door,” you said to your enlarged stomach. When you opened the door, you came face to face with your ex, Huang Zitao. “Look, I just came for my stu-” he came to a stop when he saw your stomach, “What is that?” “Nothing,” you said trying to close the door. However, Tao was a lot faster and slip his way in before you could shut him out. He grabbed your arm and forced you to face him. “Explain,” he commanded. “There’s nothing to explain,” you answered stubbornly. “Like hell there is nothing to explain,” he hissed angrily while unconsciously tightening his grip, “We break up not even a couple of days and I find you pregnant?!” “You’re hurting me!” you cried while tugging out of his grip. Immediately he let go and watched as you stepped back. “Y/N, I’m sor-” You stopped him by pointing to the door, “Please, leave.” You opened the door and when he turn around to face you, you closed the door. You slumped with your back on the door right into a sitting position and cried. Little did you know that Tao was doing the same thing on the other side of the door. 


Kai: “Are you coming to practice today?” D.O. asked him. He shook his head as he blankly stared off into the distance. D.O. sighed and crouched down to look at the melancholy Kai. “Try to at least eat something today, okay?” he said brushing Kai’s messy bangs aside. But before Kai could respond, Sehun came running through the door. “Kai, did you hear about Y/N?” he asked breathlessly, “She broke up with you because she’s pregnant and the child is yours!” Kai shot up and looked wildly at Sehun. When Sehun repeated what he just said, Kai began to run towards the door only to be held back with Suho holding the collar of his shirt. “You’re going like that?” Suho asked. Kai looked down at his ragged shirt and stained jeans before sheepishly retreating back into the dorm to take a shower and change. When he finally arrived at your apartment you jumped a little at his sudden appearance. “Is it true?” he said in a hoarse voice. You nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You bit your lip before answering, “Because I’m terrified, Jongin.” He could see the fear in your eyes of what the future held making him take you into his arms and saying, “Don’t be scared, Y/N. I’ll be right here for you.“ 


Sehun: "Why didn’t you tell me?!” he yelled after he bumped into you a couple months after your breakup. You were already nearly four months pregnant and clearly showing you were. “And what would you have done, Sehun, if I had?! Huh?! Would you have taken responsibility of OUR child?!” you screamed back as your eyes began to fill with tears. You were hoping maybe Sehun would say yes but you weren’t surprise when he didn’t even dare look at you. You knew he wouldn’t and you would never ask him to but that didn’t mean your heart hurt as the silence filled your chest with an excruciating pain. "This is exactly what I expected,” you said breaking the silence with your shaky voice, “Have a nice life, Oh Sehun.” It killed him as he watched you walk away with his own eyes filling up with tears. He so desperately wanted take you into his arms and tell you that he would stand by your side but the thought of his career and future stopped him. He would go to his hyungs for advice before doing anything, but ultimately the choice would be his own to make. If he chose to take responsibility, he would marry you and on your wedding day, he would whisper into your ear, “I will never to let you walk away from me again.”


I’m sorry this took so long. I thought I had posted this but it turns out it was posted as a draft. I’m so sorry and I hope you like this