it just made me really happy that she started lifting heavier

anonymous asked:

How about a blurb where harry shows his girlfriend how he edits/records a song etc? it could be cute/fluffy/smutty ??

I could hear the soft rumble of bass coming from the basement the moment I opened the front door which meant one thing.  Harry was downstairs in the studio.  Usually I avoided going down there when he was in creative mode.  I didn’t want to bother him or get in the way.  He always used to tell me how hard it was for him to get going on an idea so I didn’t want to take him out of the zone.

But today, today was different.  I had spent the morning arguing with my mother about living in Harry’s house even though we weren’t married.  She was a southern belle and you “just didn’t do that” where she came from.

The afternoon was a series of one meeting after another where the males in my company felt it necessary to speak to me as if I were stupid.

And somewhere in the middle was a lunch that I spilled on myself after the fork went through they styrofoam.

I needed comfort, closeness, familiarity.

I needed Harry.

Was it selfish?  To go downstairs and interrupt him just because I’d had a bad day?  It was.  I admit it.  But I just needed a few minutes of cuddling while he kissed my hair and held me close.  I promised myself I’d go right back upstairs and leave him alone.

I crept down the stairs as silently as possible, making my way to the door.  I heard the playback of a song he had probably just laid down the voice track for.  Perfect timing for me to get in and get out.

I knocked twice,

“Baby?”

“Come on in, Love.”  He said without hesitation.

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Some of my ARMS head cannons

Spring Man
- rock climbing is a hobby of his
- he’s really good at it too
- will take the time to train with other ARMS fighters (or any fighters in general) to give them pointers
- has gotten tangled up in his arms numerous times (everyone probably has, tbh)
- once got kicked out of a pizza buffet place for eating too much pizza
- has probably gotten kicked out of lots of other places (including Min Min’s family’s shop) for eating too much
- gets up early to spend a ridiculous amount of time getting his hair the way it looks
- either that or it’s part of his ARMS mutation and made of actual spring
- has probably tried every possible combination of pizza and liked them all
- probably helps kids with ARMS adjust to their new mutation
- went through a short phase where he tried to fight crime or be a super hero or something

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Home (Olicity, post-5x23 ficlet)

Summary: Felicity goes somewhere else when the bombs go off.

Author’s Notes: It’s easier to write new ficlets than go through the voluminous chapters of Blood Hands on the bus into work. This was supposed to be a fluffy ficlet based on a prompt, but apparently I’ve had enough fluff because this veered off into whatever this is. I tried some new things with this.

This picks up right where 5x23 left us.

*Slight Angst Warning*

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Home

The bombs beeped, arming one by one, the sound falling around them in a deafening cascade. The reality of what was about to happen sunk in just before the instinct to move roared in her ears.

Someone grabbed her arm, ripping her jacket as someone else nearby tripped in their haste to get away. For a second all she heard was the frantic shouts of her friends, felt the fear filling the air between them. And then she looked down at the bomb under her feet.

“00:00:00”

“Go!”

She ran.

But there was nowhere to go, no place where they’d survive.

A faint click sounded, one after the other. It chased after them, each bomb falling into its final phase, catching up to them way too fast.

“No!”

A boom shook the ground, followed by another, and another, the island cracking underneath them in cacophonous waves.

Screams.

Something hard hit her, slamming her to the ground, a rush of light blinding her… and then there was only pain as fire swallowed her whole.

Darkness.

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“May I have this dance?”

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how would you feel ; riarkle

summary: the four times farkle doesn’t say he loves riley, and the one time he does.
author’s note: my computer is being so irritating so i had to post this w my phone so sorry if the formatting is gross!!!!! the formatting on ao3 is fine and the link to my ao3 profile is in my bio.

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It’s freshman year and Riley is trying out for cheer, again. Even though she made it last year, she still wasn’t satisfied with her “pity acceptance” and vowed to make it this year (I have to prove myself this time Farkle. We’re in high school now, it’s the big leagues), but for real this time.

The whole gang was going to come and support her again but everyone besides Farkle was preoccupied. Lucas and Zay had football practice, Maya had independent art study with Mr Turner, and Smackle was tutoring Yogi in biology. Farkle also had plans, the robotics club was about to make a huge breakthrough with their most recent endeavor, but when he saw the way her face fell when everyone bailed, he couldn’t do that to her. He knew that if she knew he had somewhere else to be, she would make him go, so he made sure she felt like his number one priority. At least, that’s what he told Smackle when she accused him of having feelings for her (again).

“She’s our friend, Smackle. My best friend actually, and I promised her I would be there for her. Always.”

“I thought I was your best friend, dearest? Match made in heaven?”

“You’re my girlfriend. There’s a difference.”

Smackle pretended his comment didn’t sting, and didn’t question it further.

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He was gathering his stuff from his locker when she anxiously floated over to him the day of the try outs. She looked adorable in her high ponytail, pom poms in hand. Not that he noticed.

“Farkle, I’m so beyond nervous!” Her words zoomed off her lips as they walked to the gym. “I’ve been working with Zoe all summer, you know that, but what if it’s not enough? These girls have made this their lifestyle and I only started this summer. I want this so bad, my head could burst.”

“Riley,” he paused, stopping them and grabbing her hand, platonically, “You’re going to be great. You have never failed at anything you put your mind to. Don’t freak out, Riles. I’m going to be in those bleachers cheering you on the whole time.”
She looked up at him with her big, doe eyes, “Always?”

His heart broke at the sight of her vulnerability so he squeezed her hand, “Always.”

Her try out went great, he knew it would. She danced and laughed and even though she tripped at least seven times, she had more cheer than anyone there. He reminded her of that when they sat outside of the school waiting for their ride as she cried into his shoulder. As she cried, he held her tighter than ever before. Platonically.

The results got posted the next day and Farkle picked Riley up in his dad’s car even earlier than Cory could have taken her so they could wait outside and eat bagels. She wanted to be the first one to see the list, and for Farkle to be the second. When the school finally opened, Riley ran to the bulletin board outside of the gym before Farkle could even make it two feet inside. When he got to the bulletin board, she was standing in front of it, motionless.

“Riles,” he began cautiously.

“I, I made the team,” she whispered as if she didn’t even believe the words coming out of her own mouth.

It took him exactly .2 seconds for him to run to her and sweep her into his arms. She giggled wildly as he lifted her off the ground and twirled her around, embracing her as they celebrated this triumph.

Setting her down but not letting go of her, they looked at each other from a dangerously close perspective. His breath was heavier than he ever wanted it to be when he was around her, and her face was flushed pink with something she could only describe as pure exhilaration. Of course, at the time, she blamed it on the good news.

“Riley,” he paused, I love you,“I’m so proud of you.”

Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked at him in a daze, I love you too “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

That night, he thought about the words he thought in that moment of pure bliss and reminded himself that it was platonic. They had said it a thousand times.

So why could he not say it then?

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Freshman year quickly turned into sophomore year and sophomore year brought more challenges than any of them could imagine.
After the London Debacle the six had faced at the end of the last school year, Riley and Lucas had decided to stay broken up and a long three months later, Lucas and Maya had decided to put themselves, and everyone else, out of their misery and try dating again. They were now almost four months in things had settled. They were happy. Everyone was happy. Until the night that Smackle became very unhappy.

“Really, Smackle, I can leave. I don’t want to get in the way. I shouldn’t have come anyway.”

Smackle and Farkle were having a fairly innocent make out session in Farkle’s room when Riley barged in with bags full of snacks and all of the back to the future movies in hand. Ever since Maya and Lucas had started dating, Farkle had been there for her to lean on and she naively didn’t notice the effect it had on Farkle and Smackle’s relationship. That is, she didn’t realize it until she saw poor Smackle freaking out on Farkle.

“No, Riley, you’re fine,” Farkle said for the umpteenth time that night. Riley could very clearly see that things were not fine, that she was most certainly was not fine and that she should leave, so why did she believe him? Why did she take her word for it and sit there, knowing it was only making things worse?

Smackle scoffed, “Classic.”

Farkle’s finger were going to town on his temples, trying to soothe his mind in anyway possible, “Isadora, if you have something to say then say it.” He never called her by her full name.

“Fine,” she began, stronger than a bull, “If you want to really hear it then here it goes. Riley is using you, Farkle, and you’re letting it happen because you’re too nice. Ever since Lucas and Maya started dating she has needed someone to be there for her 24/7 and you became that person. But guess what, babe? I need you to be that person because you’re my boyfriend,” she paused and turned to Riley, “You hear that? My boyfriend. I get that things have been hard for you Riley but things get hard for everyone and you’re not the center of the universe. You don’t have dibs being treated right and you definitely don’t have dibs on being treated perfectly by my boyfriend.”

“You don’t get to talk to her like that, Smackle!” Farkle’s hands were balled and his neck was bright red. Riley had only ever seen him like that the time that Maya’s dad showed up drunk to one of her art shows over the summer. He was always the first one to start swinging for his girls but she wasn’t going to let that happen tonight. Smackle was right, she was being selfish.

“Farkle! Enough!” Riley yelled as she stood up and walked in between them, facing Farkle. “She’s right. I mean, for God’s sake it’s a Friday night and I barged in here with no warning just assuming you’d be available. That’s selfish, Farkle. Don’t defend me. Your relationship with Smackle is more important than my bruised ego. I’m going to go now,” she turned to Smackle, “I really am sorry, Smackle. I hope you can forgive me and realize that I never meant to hurt anyone,” she paused for a moment to gather herself, “Right, I’m gonna go now. So sorry. Ok, bye,” and with that, she slipped out the door and slid down against it, letting her head fall into her palms.

What the hell is wrong with you, Matthews? Get it together.

+

She woke up the next morning with a knock on her bay window.

Groggily and even more clumsily than normal, she made her way from her bed to open it up and let whichever one of her friends had decided to disturb her slumber this time. However, when she saw it was Farkle, she instantly sobered up.

“It’s seven am, what are you doing here?” She asked with a yawn.

He scooted in and sat next to her, head in his hands, “Smackle dumped me exactly six hours and forty seven minutes ago. After you left we kept talking and then talking turned to arguing some more and then arguing turned to tears and tears turned to slammed doors. I can’t believe I messed things up with her so bad.”

Riley’s heart broke at the sight of him. Now that she was really paying attention, she noticed that he was wearing the same outfit as yesterday and his hair was sticking up in every direction besides the one it was supposed to be.

She sighed and put her arm around him, resting her head against his crouched frame, “I’m so sorry, Farkley. This is all my fault. Do you want me to talk to her?”

He laughed dryly, “Actually, I feel like you’re the last person she wants to talk to. Well, second to last, actually. I think you’ve finally beaten me at something,” he joked as she playfully shoved him.

The two sat in silence for a little bit, just enjoying the heat of each other’s bodies.

“Are you wearing bunny pajamas?” He asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“Excuse me for not expecting company at seven am.”

Silence fell upon them again.

Until Farkle was, once again, the one to break it.

“It wasn’t your fault, ya know. I’m the one that kept putting everything before my relationship. Don’t feel bad about it,” his voice was a whisper and she could tell he was incredibly serious and even more so remorseful at how he handled things with Smackle.

She sighed and started fiddling with the loose strings on the friendship bracelet she made him for his birthday last year as a joke. She ignores the fact that he never took it off, “You can say it wasn’t my fault all you want but the way she looked at me just goes to show that it was. She had every right to look at me like that.”

“Riley, you’re talking as if you’re a homewrecker.”

“I might as well be. You two were the best couple I had ever seen and here I come in like a bulldozer, messing everything up.”

He laughed the littlest laugh at that, it was just so absurd for Riley to think that she was anything less than perfect, “If we truly were the best couple, then some weirdo girl in bunny pajamas wouldn’t stand a chance against us.”

This made Riley laugh and bury her head into his shoulder, which felt like a victory.

I love you, “You’re the most important person in my life,” so much, “I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world.”

I love you more, All she did was smile at him and continue fiddling with his friendship bracelet.

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New Years Eve was a time of revelations for the group of six. Sophomore year had finally reached the halfway mark and the friends were celebrating with another New Year’s Eve party. However, to avoid the bad luck of the eighth grade party, they had changed locations to Maya’s apartment. Katy and Maya moved in with Shawn into a much nicer place about three blocks away from Riley and it seemed like the perfect location so Zay, Smackle, Farkle, Riley, Maya, and Lucas, along with the rest of the class of 2020, set up shop and got the party going.

Midnight was in exactly three minutes when Farkle found Riley on the roof of the apartment building. It was rare how bright the stars were shining that night.

She was leaning against the railing, head dreamily placed in the palm of her hand.

“Whatcha thinking about?” He asked as he mimicked her stance.

“Just how glad I am that this year is about to be over, and all of the possibilities that next year has to offer. 2018: the year of hope.”

He smiled warmly at her optimism, it had always been one of the many things he had loved about her. But up until recently, he thought it was all strictly platonic. But, when him and Smackle broke up a month and a half go, he began to realize that he had been lying to himself all along. It was never strictly platonic. It was hardly platonic period. Farkle hadn’t just loved Riley since the first grade, he had been in love with her since the first grade and he hadn’t been able to shake the realization since. Especially not with them being alone on this rooftop and her cheeks being as red as the day he first almost told her he loved her. It was all of the almosts that made him realize that it was more than friendly. Because friends don’t need almosts.

After a little bit of silence and a whole minute of the countdown gone, Riley asked, “What are your resolutions this year, Farkle? Now remember, nothing is too big.”

He looked at her and then he looked back up at the night sky. My resolution is to get the girl. “I don’t know. What’s yours?”

Nervousness suddenly washed over her as she looked down at her glove clad hands and then back up at him, “Promise not to laugh?”

“When have I ever laughed at you?”

“Almost everyday!” She joked, causing him to laugh out loud.

“Ok, ok I promise not to laugh. But hurry up, there’s only twenty seconds until midnight.”

Between the time it took for him to finish talking and for her to build the courage to speak, the time had dropped to ten seconds. They could faintly hear the countdown from their party downstairs.

She looked at her hands and whispered quietly, “I want to fall in love.”

Five seconds.

“What?” He couldn’t hear her above the countdown.

Two seconds.

“I want to fall in love!” she screamed giddily to the streets of New York City as the party downstairs and all across the east coast screamed “Happy New Year!”

With the new knowledge of her resolution, he didn’t waste another second.

I love you. He kissed her.

I know. She kissed him back. I love you more.


Riley and Farkle weren’t dating. Unless you call him giving her rides everyday, waiting for her at her locker, and sneaking kisses under the bleachers in between classes dating. Because if that what dating was, then they were definitely doing it, and had been for the entire second half of sophomore year, the whole summer, and the first few months of junior year. But they would go to the grave saying that nothing had changed. They even said so when Farkle showed up to school with a hickey peeking through the collar of his shirt after a long weekend. The same long weekend that Riley had told Maya she was busy the entire time of.

“Hey Farkle, what’s that on your neck?” Zay asked at lunch that fateful Tuesday back at school, trying to feign innocence.

Maya sat down next to Lucas and decided to join in on the phone, “Yeah, Minkus, what is it? Did you ‘fall’ again?”

However, Farkle didn’t back down easily, and he had been playing Maya and Zay’s games for a few years now, he was no Novice. “Actually, it is. In fact, it looks just like the bruises that were all over your neck freshman year right after you and Lucas had made it official. You must have ‘fallen’ a lot too. What a cowinky dink,” he finished as he took a bite into his apple, giving a smug look to Maya who just glared in response.

“Hey guys, what are we talking about?” Riley asked as she sat down, right next to Farkle of course. “Sorry I’m late, I had to stop by my physics class and ask a question. That class is so insanely difficult it’s driving me cra-” she halted as she saw the death stare Maya was giving Farkle, “What’s happening here?”

Without looking up from his casserole, Lucas nonchalantly explained, “Farkle and Maya are slut shaming each other.”

“Are you serious? That’s the third time this week!” Riley sighed annoyingly, hitting Farkle on the arm.

“Hey! It’s not my fault that your girlfriend keeps coming at my bruises. It’s not my fault that I uh, fall down a lot.”

Maya snickered from across the table, making Farkle snap his head back to her direction.

“What’s so funny, Hart?”

She laughed harder and then tried to calm herself down, “Woo, man,” she wiped tears from her eyes, “I just think it’s hilarious how easy it is for you to call Riley my girlfriend when I’m not even the one sleeping with her.”

Suddenly, the whole table turned to a ghost town aside from Maya’s uncontrollable cackling. Riley sunk her arms and Farkle’s ears, neck, and chest turned bright pink.

“Oh my,” Smackle squeaked from next to her boyfriend of three months, Zay.

Lucas wrapped his arm around Maya and looked at the group awkwardly, “Alright honey I think that’s our cue to leave. Bye everyone,” he said as he ushered a still laughing Maya away from the table, grabbing both of their trays in the process.

“Yeah uh, Iz I think we should head out too. You promised me you find that one book in the library, remember?” Zay said, very clearly trying to make a break for it in anyway he could.

“No, I have no memory of this.”

Zay opened his eyes wider, signaling urgency. Finally, Smackle caught on, “Oh yes. That book,” she fake remembered. “Let’s go,” and, with that, they ran off after Maya and Lucas.

It was quiet for a little bit, with Farkle trying to piece together what had just happened and Riley trying to find the courage to come out of the hiding place under her arms.

“Well. At least Maya and I won’t slut shame each other anymore?” He reasoned weakly, as he stared at his unfinished peanut butter and jelly.

Riley groaned.

“Hey, I mean, this isn’t that bad,” he continued, swiveling to face her this time, “I mean, it’s not like we were keeping it a secret or anything. Were we?”

Finally, Riley uncovered her face and looked at him tiredly, “I don’t know Farkle. I mean, we’ve been together but not together for like nine months now and we’ve never even talked about what we are or what we’re doing or where we’re going. What are the rules here?”

Farkle’s mouth was dry. He never brought up the talk because he didn’t want to scare her away. Neither of them had ever been good at relationships and now that he had her in his grasp, he didn’t want to lose it.

“I didn’t realize that there were supposed to be rules,” he trailed off.

Riley scoffed and gathered her things, trying not to let the tears fall in front of him, “Yeah well you also didn’t realize that all I want is to be your girlfriend. And they call you a genius.”

And then, it was just Farkle at the lunch table, and it was his turn to hide and groan.

+

Over the past nine months, Farkle’s bay window visits had grown substantially in frequency, but this time he was nervous. It probably had something to do with the fact that he hated himself for ruining the best thing that had ever happened to him, but he ignored that and tapped on the locked window. She must have known that he would try to stop by.

“Go away, Farkle,” he heard Riley snap, muffled slightly by the glass.

“Please, Riley, can we just talk about this? Unlock the window, please.”

He rested his head against the window in frustration and sighed, You really did it this time, Minkus.

And then suddenly, his head was no longer on the window, but inside of Riley’s room, landing with a thump.

“Sorry,” Riley apologized, completely deadpanned and full of zero remorse.

He climbed in and rubbed his forehead, “It’s fine. I deserved that.”

She had moved back to her bed and was facing the wall in front of her instead of him, clutching a pillow, “Yeah. You did.”

Farkle then noticed that the pillow had mascara stains on it and his heart sank so deeply.

“Riley, I know I handled this whole situation, you and me, the complete wrong way. I just, I don’t know what’s wrong with me sometimes. I just got so caught up in how great things were I forgot or didn’t realize how amazing things could be if we just talked about it. I was selfish. I didn’t want things to get ruined so I strung us both along for almost a year and I’m sorry. I understand if you never want to talk to me again but,” he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, I love you, “But, please just know that I would never want to hurt you.”

Her eyes broke away from the wall and turned to him. She saw how tired he looked and it had only been three and a half hours since they had last spoke. She knew she shouldn’t let him off that easily, but she also knew she wanted nothing more than to have him hold her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear.

“Farkle,” she began as she moved off of her bed and next to him, clutching his hand into hers. The bracelet she had given him had lost almost all of its integrity and color, but it was still seared into his skin. “You’re not selfish. I didn’t speak up either. But being scared isn’t an excuse, for either of us. So, right here, right now, we need honesty. One hundred percent, complete, and total honesty.”

He smiled at her, “I can do that.”

Placing her free hand over their conjoined ones, she whispered, “How do you feel about me? Am I just a nine month long booty call to you?”

He scoffed, “Of course not. Are you serious right now?

She looked incredibly serious.

“Oh my God you are serious. Alright, well. No. You’re not a booty call. You never have been and you never will be. You’re my best friend, and you’re also everything I’ve ever wanted or needed out of a partner, a teammate. Riley, you’re everything to me.”

“But you told Smackle that being a girlfriend and being a best friend are different,” she asked warily.

“With her, they were. Smackle and I never had what we have. We have,” he turned to face her and grabbed both of her hands, “We have history. We have a near life long bond. For us, being best friends and being more isn’t that far of a stretch. Name one thing that is noticeably different from before.”

Riley giggled and traced the bruise on his lower neck, “Well, this is certainly a new development.”

He laughed and grabbed the hand she was using to trace the bruise and brought it to his mouth, kissing it sweetly. “Besides that, nothing has changed. We are still us. Late night movie marathons, bagel runs, and mix cds, everything that we had is still what we have. And what we have is perfect.”

“But what is it that we have? Are we dating, are we friends with benefits? What is happening?”

He looked into her eyes deeper than he ever had before and drop his voice to a more serious tone, “What do you want?”

“I wasn’t lying when I made my resolution this year. I wanted to fall in love.”

The past tense stings, “Oh, well what do you want now.”
“I don’t want anything more. I already have you,” she pauses and smiles at him, “My resolution has been fulfilled.”

His heart stops and then starts going again at a mile a minute.

“Wait so does that mean that,” he was trying to stay calm but he couldn’t help the goofy smile breaking across his face.

“Yes. I love you, Farkle Minkus,” the goofy smile mirrored on her face as they giggled ridiculously.

“I love you too. So, so much,” he held his hands and kissed her knuckles again, “Since the first grade.”

She smiled back at him, “I can’t believe it took us ten years to get here, and the whole time we were right under each other’s noses.”

“I know, and now we’re dating,” he said with his smile wide and smug.

Her eyes widened with excitement and she squeezed his hands a little tighter, “We are?”

He laughed excitedly, “If you would do me the honors then yes, I would be honored to be your boyfriend. Beyond honored actually,” he paused, “I can’t think of a word that means more than honored right at this very moment, I’m a little flustered,” Riley laughed at that, “But yeah, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Riley cheered as she wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling him in for an embrace.

They stayed like that for a little while until Farkle started giggling.

“Why are you laughing?” Riley asked as she pulled back to look at him.

“I just think it’s funny that we did everything so out of order. We kissed, had,” his voice dropped to a whisper as a joke, “sex, and said I love you all before we started officially dating. Why are we like this?”

She laughed too, resting her head against his shoulder, “Oh well, I guess. Who cares. We’re together now,” she looked back up at him smiled.

He leaned down and rested his forehead on hers, “I’m never going to get tired of saying ‘I love you’ to you.”

Smiling and leaning in to kiss him, she hummed against his lips, “I’m never going to get tired of hearing it. I mean, it took you long enough.”

“That’s really rude, I’m fragile.”

“Whatever. Shut up and kiss me.”

“I mean, if you insist.”

How the Hell are You(r Feelings) this High?!

Member: Joshua

Genre: Angst, some fluff, suggestive themes

Word Count: 11,072

Part 2 to How the Hell are You(r Grades) this High?!


It’s been three months. Three. Whole. Months. Joshua wasn’t sure how he managed to do it, but he did. The inside of his car was cold as he rubbed his hands together and waited for the heater to pick up. Where were you? The snow was coming down heavier, and you were still nowhere in sight. Joshua shook his head and gripped tightly onto the steering wheel to keep his cool. You’ve been dating him for three months- surprisingly- but you’re still you. Wild. Bold. Blunt. Who knows what trouble you could be getting into?

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7 Minutes in Heaven

Originally posted by moon-leviosa

Fandom: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy x Reader


Warnings: smuuuuut, drunkness


Word count: 1,838


Series: 7 Minutes in Heaven



You sat in the Sytherin common room, it was another infamous, secret Slytherin party you’d been invited to and seen as you hadn’t made an appearance to the million other Slytherin parties, you thought you’d participate. You sat with a green plastic cup in your hand, which contained coke and vodka in. You were not a big party goer, and you certainly were not a big drinker, but you were in the middle of your teen years so you may as well live your life.


The party was midway through when someone entered the room and a different atmosphere was added to the party. It was Draco, Draco Malfoy. Everyone in Slytherin tried to impress him seen as he was the most popular student in Slytherin. Everyone was on the dance floor dancing, including you, with their drinks in their hands. When Draco entered everyone’s dancing began to stop and they were making room for the Prince of Slytherin.


You were dancing, spilling your drink everywhere and having loads of fun.
“Y/N…” you heard your friend try and shout over the music but you were having too much fun dancing. All of a sudden, you crashed into a dark figure, spilling your drink all over your Y/F/C dress. You were annoyed that you had spilt alcohol on a perfectly new dress.


“Watch it” you exclaimed, slurring your words slightly. You looked up to see who it was you’d crashed into and saw light blue eyes and white blonde hair. You had only crashed into Draco Malfoy. You became a little flustered; you didn’t like Draco because he was cocky so you tried to avoid interactions with him at all costs. This was the first time you’d really peered into his pale blue pools. He had pretty eyes, you couldn’t deny that.


“Sorry, but you danced into me,” he began; he didn’t continue to speak as he was looking down at you. You could imagine the cocky respond he would’ve had, if he hadn’t stopped. You don’t know why he stopped but to save your crippling embarrassment, you didn’t question.


“Uh, sorry…” you hiccupped and quickly moved away from the dance floor and away from Malfoy. Your friend followed you.


Later, the party started to slow down when one of the boys shouted ‘7 minutes in heaven’,  everyone in Slytherin stirred and agreed because there was at least one person everyone fancied in the room. You, on the other hand, didn’t like anyone in the room but hey it could be a laugh and everyone had already made the decision. Everyone at the party other than couples sat down in a circle on the dance floor. You were sat directly opposite Draco and you couldn’t bear to make eye contact with him. He was sat next to Pansy Parkinson, who kept trying to sit on him and flirt with him. You and Pansy did not get along. You didn’t like the type of person she was and that was the end of that.


“Okay, here are the rules, everyone stick their wands in this bag, then you pick a wand out and whoever’s wand it is you have to go into the closet with for 14 minutes, yes we’re changing it up to 14 minutes.” One of the boys stated. Everyone put their wands in and the bag got passed round the circle. It got to you and you put your hand in the bag, your body was slightly rocking because you were still drunk, you pulled out a straight, slightly thick wand and were confused. You didn’t know whose wand this was. You held it up to see the person that was to claim and the person directly opposite you stood up and walked towards you, smirking. You looked at the white haired, blue eyed boy.
“Fuck!” you whispered under your breathe. He held is hand out but you just lay his wand in his straight palm and stood up by yourself.


“Into the closet” someone chanted, you sighed loudly as a response.


“What?! Why does she get Draco?” you heard Pansy try not scream. You felt like turning around and giving her the finger because as much as you didn’t like Malfoy, you didn’t like Pansy more and you would do anything to rub it in her face.


You and Draco put your hands out to open the closet and his hand slightly brushed on yours. You jumped moving your hand and arm completely out the way. Draco turned the handle to the closet.


“After you,” he said, quietly. He, also, didn’t sound happy about being paired with you for 7 minutes in heaven but as if it was any better for you. You stepped in and after you did, he stepped in. You shivered as the door closed, you escape route was now blocked by the door. You heard Draco breathing kind of heavily. You looked up and tried to make out his figure in the dark. You went to walk towards him, curious on why he was breathing so heavily, when you tripped over something. You fell but you felt strong arms catch you. Draco picked you up.


“Are you always this clumsy?” he mused, and you didn’t reply because you filled with embarrassment, yet again. His face was very close to yours, you could feel his heavy breathes hitting your cheeks. You jumped out of his arms and went to the opposite side of the closet and leaned yourself against the wall, silently. “I’m not that bad, am I?”


“Yeah, actually” you began, you don’t know where you stirred up this sudden courage but here it was. You began to rant to Draco Malfoy about Draco Malfoy. “You’re cocky, you are a constant interruption in class, you are consistently rude to the other houses, you’re good looking and you know it, and how many times have you caused Slytherin to get points deducted…” you stopped with the sudden realisation you called Draco hot. You heard him laugh.


“I’m good looking, ay?” he smiled, he stepped close to you and you became flustered.


“W-well, sorta…” you whispered and he was only a couple of inches away from you. He put his finger under your chin and lifted your face up. He placed his soft, plump lips on yours and kissed you passionately. You were confused but enjoying the kiss too much. It felt like this was the kiss you’d been waiting for your entire life. You deepened the kiss and put your arms round Draco’s neck.
He lifted your body up, leaning you up the wall and you rested your legs round his waist, causing your dress to completely go up. He pressed his hands gently into your thighs, keeping you up. Your chests were touching as you passionately made out with Draco. You broke the kiss and started kissing down Draco’s neck, pulling the skin between your teeth causing purple love marks to form around his neck. His breathing became distorted and heavier. He was gently and quietly moaning as you nibbled his neck and jaw line. You started to unbutton his shirt. He felt your fingers fiddle with the buttons on his clean white shirt so, of course, he got to work on the zip on your dress. The top of your dress fell down almost like some part of Draco’s plan and you sucked hard on his neck, almost in shock at how your chest was now unrevealed. You jumped down from Draco, stepping out of your dress and taking his shirt off.


“You have a gorgeous body” he purred in your ear and you felt your heart beat loudly. You bent down and begin to unfasten his trousers as they were intruding yours and Malfoy’s fun. You pulled his trousers down and he stepped out of them and you stroked down his chest, down to his V lines. You fiddled slightly with his boxers, already viewing his large bulge. He grabbed your hand before you had chance to pull on his very tight boxers.


“Do you want this?” he said, sounding not very confident. “I’m not going to be a regret or a onetime thing, am I, Y/N?” he whispered, he sounded very self conscious and tucked your hair behind your ears. You looked up at him from his boxers. You realised while you’d been in here how much you had a crush on Draco thus avoiding him on a regular basis and getting annoyed when he was cocky to other females.


“I want you, Draco” you whispered, you felt his body relax and loosened your hands. You pulled his boxers down. You began to kiss the end of his manhood. He breathed heavily. You licked down his shaft and you could feel his body tensing up at your tongues movements. He knew you were teasing him and enjoyed it but you could tell he wanted you to start so you wrapped your lips round his manhood and began sucking slowly. He moaned, slightly loud. You gained a rhythm sucking Draco up and down his shaft. He moaned loudly, clutching your hair in his fists but not hurting you. You stopped and looked at him.


“I want you, Draco!” you repeated and he pushed you against the wall. He pushed your panties off; they were already wet from the close contact you and Draco had already shared. He lined himself up against your entrance; he put his tip in slightly. You knew he was teasing you like what you’d previously done to him. He held your waist and picked you up for easier access. He pushed into you gently and waited for you to get used to him before thrusting into you slowly. He picked up a rhythm after a few seconds, pushing into you slowly and deeply. You moaned loud but covered your mouth scared of people outside hearing. Draco didn’t care though and moved your hands away from your mouth still thrusting into you. You moaned loudly, shouting a few profanities. You put your hands round his back and slightly dug your nails into his back. He was hitting your g-spot at this point and he knew it. You were both sweaty and both moaning, fairly loud. You were certain everyone could hear you, but now you didn’t care, it felt like you and Draco were the only people in the world as you were sharing this magical moment.


He pushed into you a few more times before you both hit your orgasms. You both let out. He helped you through your high and then you got of him. You were both very sweaty and panting when the door opened and Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and your best friend stood at the door in a state of shock. You and Draco both covered yourselves but laughed at the shock on their faces. He kissed you on your forehead and you held his hand and the pair of you both strutted out of the closet, fully clothed but both messily dressed.


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You stared at the blonde boy laying beside you on the bed, Jace Herondale, the boy who you had fell in love with, thinking to yourself when did everything became so difficult, how could you drag yourself into this mess?

You were just friends for a very long time and it wasn’t until a night you were both angry at each other that everything changed, you don’t even really remember what the argument was about, but you did remember the both of you not speaking to each other.

Then they were screams and you somehow ended in his bed.

That was the first time everything started going downhill, at first you both agreed to forget what had happened, but a few days later you gave up to your own lust as you found yourself in his embrace again.

But no matter how many times you slept with him in the same bed you knew he wasn’t yours, most times when you woke up there was an empty place by your side but today he was still here, with you.

You wanted to touch him, but you didn’t.

Because now you were caring his child, and that changed everything, so you stood up and got dressed, glancing over to Jace one more time before leaving the room.

As you arrived to your own room, you locked the door behind you before grabbing the pregnancy test and shove it inside your purse in which you had a few other stuff that you thought were important.

After you were done you left The Institute and headed over the Hotel DuMort, you were scared to say the least, you were about to dive yourself into the unknown, to leave your whole life behind but Jace could never find out that baby.

“I’m glad you’re here” Raphael said meeting you at the entrance “Welcome to your new home Y/N” he said politely

“Where is she?” Jace urged but no one knew the answer to his question, he had been with her that same morning and suddenly she had disappeared without leaving a clue of where she was headed to. But no matter how much they tried she knew how to avoid The Institute because she had been raised there.

Months later you had just turned 8 months and of course your belly grew quite big, the cravings were normal and you were happy that you decided to stay at Hotel DuMort because you knew you were save since you were under Raphael’s protection

You were sitting on the kitchen counter as you watched Raphael cook until you felt an something as if you were stabbed from the inside of your stomach, instinctively you brought your hands to your belly

“My water’s broke” you gasped as you felt the warm liquid falling down your legs, Raphael quickly picked you up and took you to his room, Magnus, who agreed to be your doula followed the vampire as he placed you on the bed.

Feeling a sharp pain hitting your back you couldn’t help but scream, then the pain was unbearable, it echoed so hard into your body that you couldn’t really tell which place of your body it was coming.

That same night, Jace went to look for you at the only place they hadn’t actually looked. The Hotel DuMort, of course, Raphael smelled the Shadowhunter blood before he even entered the place so he went to meet the blonde boy.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” He asked the young Shadowhunter
“Where’s Y/N? I know you have her” he said straight forward making the vampire stare at him blankly
“She’s not available” he said simply before a loud scream was heard from the inside, Jace immediately recognized your voice and turned to Raphael furiously
“You son of a bitch, what are you doing to her?!” He demanded trying to get in but Raphael quickly blocked his way and held him down “Y/N!” He called out for you but the only thing he could hear was your piercing screams as a response

“That’s Jace” you sighed as you could hear him calling you from the distance “What is he doing here? How did he found me?” You panicked feeling the sweat rolling down your forehead, Magnus’ eyes found yours

“Y/N, I know you’re scared but we need to get this baby out” he spoke calmly even though it was obvious he was panicking too, you nodded your head before holding onto the mattress and taking a deep breath before you started pushing once more.

You felt every muscle of body tense as you felt the baby slowly going out, your screams echoed the room so loudly that you stopped hearing Jace calling after you, the pain was so overwhelming that tears started to roll down your cheeks as you caught your breath.

You looked at Magnus with your blurry sight due to the tears and sobbed loudly “I can’t, Magnus, I can’t” you choked and Magnus’ eyes soften sympathetically

“I know it’s hard but you just need to push one last time, just push as hard as you can” he begged and you panted trying to get as much air in your lungs as possible.

Then you used all the strength you had left and pushed as hard as you could digging your nails in the mattress and feeling the air inside your lungs quickly run out, your whole body was shaking as you finally felt your child leave you.

Unable to hold yourself you let your whole body sink in the covers as you heard your baby’s cries “It’s a girl” Magnus said smiling widely as he held her with both hands, you smiled back at the warlock as he carefully approached you and placed your newborn in your hands.

She was so small and yet so heavy and beautiful that you forgot all the pain you had to go through, you delicately nuzzled her cheek with your fingers, temping her soft skin, but your moment of happiness ended when the door was abruptly opened, revealing Jace Herondale in the flesh.

When he eyes landed on his daughter all kinds of emotions could be seen in his features, he looked at you and even though you didn’t said anything, he knew. He knew that was his daughter.

His eyes fell on her again, and he started walking towards the both of you as he kept watching her react to your moves and look for your warmth as she rested her head on your chest. He stood beside you, the baby staring at her father through her eyelashes while his hand fearfully touched the baby’s head and played with her short hair, she squealed in approval lifting her arms up and giving Jace a wide toothless smile.

He chuckled as he noticed that she had the same eyes her mother had, Y/N smiled at Jace’s adoration towards her daughter and decided to give him the chance to have her in his arms.

Jace held his daughter firm, yet kindly as he was finally able to study her features, somehow the baby did the same, embracing the identity of the stranger that held her close, she proceeded to touch his face with one of her fingers, feeling the raspy skin were his beard was growing.

The clumsy gesture made him smile in her direction “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked turning to you.

“You don’t love me Jace, I knew you would stay with me but not because you loved me. That’s not a reason for you to stay” you said breathless, feeling your eyes heavier than before, your heartbeat were slower, Jace immediately looked over to Magnus to give him some kind of explanation.

The old warlock looked over for pulse, but there was barely any, he tried activating the girl’s healing rune but it barely did anything so he started casting a spell to restart your pulse, Jace saw your body going up and down due to the strength of the spell but your body was numb.

He watched the whole scene with her newborn baby girl still in his hands, fearing the worst, hundreds of questions went through his mind. But most important of all was: What would he do without you? The girl he felt deeply in love but was too scared to admit it.

Suddenly he heard gasp loudly in seek for air to desperately fill your lungs, you quickly sit up on the bed while your brain processed what happened. You had died for a minute or so, but now you were back to life.

“Take it easy, sweetheart” Magnus whispered softly and your eyes met his before saying
“Where’s my baby? Where’s Alessia?” You urged, your mother instincts kicking in, before Jace placed her again in your arms, making you calm almost immediately, Jace staring at you lovingly

“You’re wrong” Jace’s statement made you turn to him confused
“I do love you, why do you think I kept looking for you?” You stayed silent, he smiled softly before caressing your chin and kissing you softly.

welcome home

my fourth entry for klanceweek! this time, for prompt #4: welcome home

still debating whether or not to cross-post these entries on ao3 so let me know what you think. again, you can also find these short ficlets on twitter!

day 1 / day 2 / day 3

“You’re sure this will work?” Lance blurts.

Pidge types furiously, while Hunk peers over her shoulder at the lines of code on the screen. Lance, on the other hand, can’t seem to sit still. His legs are practically begging to move. And he happily obliges, pacing anxiously from one side of the control room to the other.

“It should,” Pidge assures him. “Even Slav seemed to think so.”

The alien in question is nowhere to be seen. Lance could really care less; he has more important things to worry about right now.

A few days—or quintants—ago, Pidge managed to detect Shiro’s presence. It was faint and, unfortunately, the reading placed him smackdab in the middle of Galra territory. Based on the coordinates, he was trapped in another Galran prison.

Once his location was determined, Keith made his decision without a second thought: they would rescue Shiro.

No one opposed him, of course, and the castle ship was scheduled to teleport across the universe as soon as possible. The rest of the team came together and offered to do whatever they could to help. Lance refused to leave Keith’s side throughout the entire process. There’s no way he was leaving that reckless bastard alone.

But, even under Lance’s watch, Keith was captured.

Not in the conventional sense either. Lance didn’t completely understand what happened but suffice to say Keith and Shiro were stuck in an alternate dimension. The astral plane, as Pidge dubbed it. And when Lance found out, he… okay, maybe he went a bit overboard.

For an entire week, Lance didn’t sleep. He didn’t need it, not when two members of the team were stuck in another dimension. Finding Keith—finding them was far more important than maintaining his precious sleep schedule.

(Not that Keith ever needs to know that.)

To his relief, Lance didn’t have to order the other paladins around. They were just as desperate to save their missing teammates, and finally reunite the Voltron paladins. Even Coran and Allura spent their days helping Pidge and providing useful information about travelling between alternate universes.

And now here they are. Seven quintants later, they’re ready.

“It has to work,” Lance mutters, lowering his voice.

The extracting device is bizarre, covered in numerous buttons, knobs, and gauges. Coran had found it and tasked Hunk with fixing any of the broken parts. Pidge updated the software, and Lance volunteered to double check the program for any bugs. Sure, he doesn’t have as much experience as Pidge, but he still knows his way around a code.

Pidge skims through the data and pinpoints the weakest spot in the surrounding space. Thankfully, it’s far enough from the Galran prison ship to avoid drawing attention to themselves. The machine hums softly as it charges up. A loud bing fills the room, the only sound to be heard, and Pidge taps the space bar on the computer built into the device.

A brilliant blue ray, unlike anything Lance has ever seen before, fires from a wide barrel attached to the ship. The beam strikes a seemingly random spot in the void of space. Lance pauses, shoulders tense, as he watches the beam quickly fizzle to nothing.

The silence is heavier than before. Lance can’t seem to breathe properly and turns to Pidge. “What just happened?”

“That… I don’t know.” Pidge bows her head.

“No.” Lance chuckles bitterly. “No, no.” His eyes flit to Hunk. “No.”

”Lance…”

Suddenly, a sharp sound cuts through the air like the crack of a whip. Lance doesn’t have time to react before he’s collapsing to the ground, trapped beneath a panting, half-naked Keith Kogane.

Someone screams—Hunk, maybe?—and Lance barely glimpses Allura tackling Shiro in a hug. There’s another figure, too, caught in what appears to be a bone-crushing embrace. The head of chestnut brown hair seems strangely familiar. “Matt!” Pidge cries as she continues to squeeze him. Ah yes.

Meanwhile, Lance struggles to breathe but for a completely different reason than earlier.

“La—Lance?” Keith pulls back enough to make eye contact. A flush extends all the way from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears. Even his chest looks a little pink. “Why are—oh my God.”

Keith immediately scrambles to his feet. Lance goes to join him, but pain in his lower back keeps him from moving quite as quickly. Figures, he thinks with a sigh. But then everything sinks in and—

“Holy shit, Keith,” Lance gasps. He doesn’t care if he has an audience; he’s going to hug the fuck out of Keith. “You’re alive!”

“Yeah? You act like—oof!”

Lance wraps his arms around Keith and lifts him into the air, spinning him in a circle. “Keith is alive! You can suck Voltron’s massive mechanical dick, Zarkon—“

“Lance,” Shiro groans.

“—because Keith Kogane, king of the mullets, is alive!” To his delight, the outburst draws a laugh from Keith. A real laugh.

His back chooses that exact moment to remind him it hurts, and Lance winces. Slowly, he sets Keith back on the ground. Lance can’t tear his gaze away from the flushed cheeks and blinding grin directed his way. Keith has never looked more attractive and, boy, if that isn’t an interesting development.

“You know,” Keith drawls, glancing around the room. “I’m not the only one who lived through that, Lance.”

Oh.

“Shit, yeah, um,” Lance splutters. He shoots Matt and Shiro an excited thumbs up. “Congrats on living, guys!”

They exchange a knowing Look, and Lance feels his stomach sink. He’s happy to see them reunited, but Matt is a Holt, after all. Plus, the two have been friends for ages. I’m in big trouble.

Once the others break off and start chatting amongst themselves, Lance returns his attention to Keith. His smile has softened but retains the same ‘knock Lance flat on his ass’ quality. The bare torso thing is also quite distracting. Lance swallows down the lump in his throat and mirrors Keith’s smile.

“Welcome home,” he croaks, voice thick with some emotion he’d rather not put a name to.

“Yeah.” Keith’s grin widens. “It’s nice to be back.” 

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Chapter Six: Thanksgiving

Word Count: 2200

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The Monday that Riley found out about Lucas leaving the play, it weighed on her mind a lot. Maya seemed to buy the whole ‘too busy for baseball’ excuse but Riley didn’t. She knew Lucas left because of her but she didn’t know exactly why, like how he thought of the situation. Riley worried Lucas may think she still has feelings for him. Or maybe something she said to Kai sparked a different concern. Or maybe her overall mood the night he visited her in the bay window had something to do with it. Whatever it was, Riley wanted to know, but part of her couldn’t bring herself to ask out of fear it would make things worse. Or out of fear that it could confirm things Riley theorised about. So of course, Riley continues to do what she’s done for the past year and avoids confronting Lucas, or her feelings for him. 

After Lucas’ departure, a Junior by the name of Spencer stepped up to play the part of Demetrius. Spencer was originally cast to play a very minor part but offered to fill Lucas’ place once news spread. Riley shared her second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth kiss with Spencer. They kissed two times during rehearsal and then once on each of the three nights the play opened. Five kisses with a nice attractive boy and she felt nothing. Not a single thing. Riley emotionally detached right as Spencer dipped her into the kiss. It’s not like Spencer had feelings for Riley either and that the lack of magic was just on Riley’s end. It made it easier for Riley that way, less awkward. 

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Just a small bite

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

BTS AU

One Shot

A/N: I am starting to go through all the requests.Slowly I hope to finish them and make space for new.I hope you like this one and sorry for any mistakes. Gifs aren’t mine. This is from ‘your’ POV.

Requested by: Anonymous 

Request: “Hey can u please do a BTS Jimin Au just the boys where ONLY Jimin is a werewolf and he gets angry easily and can barely ever control himself and one blood moon or eclipse or something he completely loses control and goes on a killing spree and almost kills JungKook then somewhere in the story finds out the Female alpha who bit him then they become mates….? 

Word count:  4,617

Warnings: blood.


  It wasn’t easy to be different, it wasn’t easy to be a creature many feared.You were born this way and couldn’t change it, not only that but fate had chosen to give you all the power it had. From your first cry you were a werewolf, since you reached the age of 10 you were an alpha.

  Many thought it was strange, a female being an alpha?Yet no matter what they thought no one could say anything, you were the one with all the power.You had the whole pack in your hand and could do with them whatever you wanted. 

  You did go to school everyday like a normal person, except the fact that almost all the time you had people of your pack around you.Slowly as you go older you started noticing that most of the wolves in your pack ,that were the same age as you found mates.They were in love and happy, you on the other hand had only yourself.

  Yet since little you had your eye on one boy, a very charming one.He was supper adorable, but once he started growing up his chubby cheeks turned into a sharp jawline.His body was strong and muscular.People started calling him the strongest guy on school grounds.Most were afraid to talk to him and his friends, but girls still drooled over them. With each day passing you were starting to think about him even more that usual.But you never told anyone, you couldn’t. How would your pack react to you falling in love with a human. 

  You were only at the age of 16 when you realized what he had done to your heart.The thing is, you couldn’t speak to him at all.Your pack members were always with you, trying to protect you from possible harm that might befall you.His friends were always around him as well. One night you finished school latter than expected.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”you looked at the males of your pack

“Ok, let’s go.”the boy with dark green hair got pulled back by another 

“Where the hell do you think you are going?The girls bathroom?”he pushed him on a chair “Sit your ass down Jack.”

“You are a total ass you know that right Mark.”he growled at the the brown haired boy

“Relax you too.If Jenny wasn’t on a class trip she would have gone with Y/N.Let’s just wait.”

“Thank you B.”this person had been with you since you became an alpha.He was super cool and chill most of the time and you liked to call him B, even if it was just a letter.His hair was a bit longer than the others and jet black 

“What if something happens to her?” Jack jumped of the chair 

“Are you underestimating an alpha?” asked B with an amazed look on his face

“It’s not that…”he sat back down and you patted his back with a smile

“I will be fine Jack. Just wait a bit for me, ok?”he nodded and you left the classroom

  The bathroom was empty, maybe because you were the only ones left in the building. You washed your hands and stopped the running water, turning towards the second stall from the window towards the door.Reaching inside your bag you pulled out a few big bandaids and slipped them under the door. As you opened the bathroom, footsteps were heard and someone pulled you back inside.The lights suddenly turned off.You found yourself in someone’s lap, he was strong and definitely hurt.The foot steps disappeared shortly.The man that was behind you sighed and his body relaxed. You turned around and gasped, his name escaping your lips.

“Park Jimin!” 

“How can you see me in the dark Y/N?”he asked 

“How can you?”you returned the question 

“I recognized your voice.”

“Me…me too.” judging by the smell in the air you looked at his face and arms “You are hurt.”

“You must really have good eyesight.”

  You reached in your bag again and pulled out a disinfecting spray and treated all of his wounds. He relaxed after everything was over and the stinging sensation passed by.

“I was shocked when you pulled me back.”you told him

“I was shocked when you slid the bandaids under the door.You are really amazing aren’t you.Why do you have a whole pharmacy in your bag though?”

“My pac-, I mean my friends fight like cubs most of the time.”you giggled and reached out “Let’s get going.”he agreed and you tried to pull him up.Sadly his body was heavier that you thought and slipping you fell on top of him, hitting your head with his. “Oh my god.”you looked at him “Are you ok?” dismissing the light kiss that happened, which he obviously didn’t notice.

“I am, are you?”he asked getting up this time on his own and helping you as well

“Yeah, I am ok.”you blushed a bit 

 Once you walked out in the corridor you saw that the lights were all on.Loud footsteps echoed again.

“Shit, they are back!”you grabbed his sleeve and tugged a bit 

“No, it’s ok.It’s not them.”

“JIMIN!”a bunch of boys yelled, obviously his friends 

“Y/N!”you heard your name and soon your boys came as well

“What happened here.”asked the pretty boy of the school, Jin, he did look pissed off “Who the hell are you?”he looked at you

“Y/N are you ok?”asked B 

“What the hell is your problem!?” hissed Mark

“I want to know the same thing.Why was she with our leader?”asked Namjoon

“Careful who you are talking to!” Mark was supper angry, but Jack pulled him back

“Let’s go.”

“Wait…Y/N…”B’s voice trembled “Is this….”everyone looked at you and noticed the blood onto his fingers, his eyes moved to Jimin noticing the same substance onto his lips as well.Suddenly B’s mind traveled to all kinds of places. “You little…” 

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Fine Frenzy - Chapter 1

Pairing: Sirius Black x Marlene McKinnon
Rated: Mature (upcoming smut parts)

Fine Frenzy Masterlist

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Red carpets and tapestries, golden blankets and pillows all looked muddy and black at this late hour in the common room, when even the fire went out and the only light source was as the bright moon beamed through the window. She sat on the soft couch with her legs folded under her, a half bottle of firewhisky in her lap, her fingers clutched around the bottle’s neck while she stared off and listened the loud ticking of the clock in the silent room.

Marlene glanced at her watch: it was two o’clock in the morning. She gave a long, weary sigh and slammed the alcohol on the small, round table next to the sofa before she stood up. She just leaned back to pick up her jacket from the armrest when she heard a clear voice behind her back.

“Marle?”

She quickly turned around, seeing as Sirius was just walking down on the stairs in his light grey sweatpants with a black hoodie. She’d thought it was daytime, as his hair looked completely clean, not somebody’s who just crawled out from the bed. Only when the silvery light illuminated his face she could tell he just woke up; the narrowed, sleepy eyes gave it away.

“Marlene. Marly. Marls. Literally anything else except Marle, please.” – She answered with a monotone voice while the boy walked closer. She could see the emerging lips on his lips.

“Why?”

She shrugged and stepped back where the moon couldn’t light her face. “Because it’s sound like and old lady.”

He gave a short, bark-like laugh. “It isn’t.” – He said before he pointed his wand at the fireplace. – “Incendio.”

The room brightened immediately, but the sudden warm light made her growls and closes her eyes for a second.

“What? It’s really cold here and I couldn’t see that pretty face of yours.”

With a roll of her eyes, she plopped down on the couch again. Even though she didn’t really want any company, she thought Sirius frivolity maybe would be good for her. “Can’t sleep?” – She asked, looking up at him.

Sirius watched the big, glistening blue eyes with the slightly smeared makeup. There was something in her tone that he couldn’t decide what caused yet. “Lily is up in our dorm, and unlike Remus and Peter, I can’t sleep that deep.” – He sat down next to the girl, who laughed.

“Sometimes I’m really glad boys can’t come up our rooms. But you see, I think it’s still better when they couldn’t stop talking about each other.”

He let out a dramatic sigh. “Lucky you. James still can’t stop talking about Lily.”

“That’s so sweet.” – She said effusively. – “I’m so happy for them.”

“Me too.” – He said quickly. – “I just loved to sleep.”

Marlene chuckled again before she stood up to fold her legs under herself again, and Sirius realized what he heard in her voice earlier. “What have you got there?”

She followed his gaze while her eyes fell on the firewhisky. Grabbing the bottle, she turned back to him. “Happy juice. Want some?”

He accepted and took a sip, not taking his eyes off her, but he didn’t ask what was bothering her. After seven years knowing Marlene, Sirius learnt she doesn’t talk about her problems or there’s something wrong, and he could understand. He didn’t like to talk about them either.

He noticed she wore a pretty, short, dark blue dress under her leather jacket. “Had a date again?”

She only nodded.

“Was it so bad?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” – She muttered under her breath, snatching the bottle out from Sirius’ hand and taking a big sip. He fell silence and let her do what she wanted.

The two of them started became good friends only at the start of the seventh year, when after the first quidditch match Marlene showed a great muggle rock band to Sirius, and he quickly realized this girl maybe much more than he’d originally thought. Because she had her own, harsh style sometimes, and Sirius have had enough of harsh people. It wasn’t really a mask; she didn’t try to show herself something else that she truly was. She just never wanted to give her heart to anybody; what was the point if people could damage it so easily? Only those whom she trusted at least a bit could see her kind, big hearted and passionate side.

Sirius also noticed Marlene went on a lot of date lately. He didn’t know how far she went with them, but he could tell none of them lasted longer than a few hours. Usually, she laughed after these days, mocking about how awful every guy was, but now there were no jokes, nor complains; she was too quiet.

At least for a time being. Sirius made her laugh and lifted her mood quickly, thought the firewhisky definitely played a big role in it. After hours of talking, joking and playing truth or dare – which was only truth or truth with cheeky and embarrassing questions – Marlene was at the top of the table, singing a song from the Ramones when somebody stormed into the common room with dishevelled hair.

“Honestly, it’s four in the morning!” – Remus shouted. – “Can you two please shut up and go to sleep already?” – They looked back at him in silence with innocent faces, trying to choke back their laughs. – “Thanks.”

“Wow.” – She whispered after Remus left them. She stepped down from the low table, but landed in Sirius’ lap. – “He’s really moody.”

“No. It’s Moony.” – He laughed, wrapping his hands around her waist, pressing his forehead against her cheek before she could’ve stood up.

“Well, I don’t know who and why started to call him like this, but you should change it. Moody is fits for him better.” – She felt as Sirius smiled against her skin, but said nothing.

Out of nowhere, a sudden drowsiness overwhelmed the both of them, but no matter how nice would’ve felt to fall asleep in Sirius’ warm hug, Marlene shifted a yawn and crawled out from his lap. It felt cold without his arms around her, so she put on her jacket that she earlier dropped on the floor.

He closed his eyes and rested his head against the backrest of the sofa. It was the first time in long hours they haven’t said anything, and the silence brought the melancholy back again for Marlene.

“I think I give up.” – She said with a raspy voice. – “Dating, I mean.”

Sirius’ eyes fluttered open and turned his head towards her. “What are you talking about?”

She sighed. “I’ve had enough. Guys see I’m pretty and they don’t care about anything else.”

He let out a tiny, almost inaudible laugh, so she continued. “I know it sounds cocky, but that’s the truth. They ask me out but none of them really want more than one night. It would be nice, you know? Some to ask me what’s my favourite flower or something.”

“Do you want guys to ask what your favourite flower is?” – Sirius asked with an amused voice.

She huffed. “It was just an example! Whatever, I’m talking to the wrong person. You also need girls for only night.” – She folded her arms and turned her head away from Sirius, but he sat closer to her.

“Marlene, no offense, but it’s your fault.”

She quickly looked back at him with angry eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you built up walls around yourself and you don’t let anyone in. Like, I know you for seven years and I only had a chance to realize how awesome you are a couple months ago. How do you expect from somebody to know that after one date, then?”

She fell silent for a few long seconds. “Well, maybe they should at least try to know me better.”

“Do you feel lonely?” – Sirius asked, surprised at even himself as he dared to ask something so personal. It felt heavier and so much more intimate when they were talking about their sexual life whilst they played truth or dare.

But Marlene answered immediately. “No, I don’t. I have amazing friends, and that’s enough, really. It’s just… now I wanted more than a one night stand, but I couldn’t get a normal relationship and it makes me feel unlovable and worthless.” – The words left her lips too fast and she stopped instantly after the last ones. She never thought she’d talk about this to anyone.

“What’s that crap? You’re everything but unlovable and worthless.” – Sirius said almost angrily. Marlene just rolled her eyes, and he sat closer again. – “Listen, if they don’t want to know you, it’s their fault, not yours. Why would you let some blokes who don’t even want to know who you really are makes you feel like this?”

She looked into his grey eyes, thinking about what he said weren’t just comforting words; he meant them, and it actually made sense. Really, why would I?

“You’re right.” – She said firmly. – “I’m gonna have fun and I won’t care about any stupid boys ever again. It’s their loss.”

“Now, that’s the Marlene I know.” – He laughed and messed up her hair.

She giggled softly before she stood up slowly; as the alcohol still affected her limbs her moves wasn’t so steady yet. “We should go to sleep. There’s a quidditch match tomo – I mean, today.”

“I forgot.” – Sirius growled and followed the girl. – “See you at the after party, I guess?”

“Sure.” – She gushed, eyes widened in excitement, completely forgot about the hangover will definitely make her to do anything but going to a party. – “I still have another bottle of firewhisky in the depths of my trunk.”

They vanished the empty glasses and walked across the room together, saying good nights, but Sirius turned back before he stepped on the stairs. “So what is your favourite flower?”

She frowned but smiled. “Dandelions.”

He cocked an eyebrow and watched her disappearing behind the girl’s dorm’ door, not sure if she was joking or not.

birthday// roman reigns smut

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“where are you guys taking me!” you whined and folded your arms. roman, dean, and seth blindfolded you and put you in a car. you didn’t know where you were going.

“shhh!” seth shushed you as sighed.

“calm down baby girl, we’re almost here.” roman whispered in a low voice in your ear, making shivers run down your spine.

“i swear to god if this blindfold messes up my makeup i’ll-”

“we’re here!” dean yelled interrupting you. the car cams to a halt causing you to jerk out your seat, but the seat belt caught you.

“jesus.” you said out of breath as roman chuckled.

“come on.” roman took your hand and guided you out of the car. he closed the door behind you. he stood behind you and untied your blindfold.

“aww guys!” you were stood infront of an applebee’s. you looked straight ahead to see all three of them smiling at you.

“i wanted to take you to a more fancy restaurant, but roman insisted we take you here.” seth emphasized. you looked at roman.

“you know me so well.” you said smiling.

“and that’s why you’re my girl.” he kissed the temple of your forehead and you all headed in to the restaurant.

    you all were seated in a higher booth by the window with dim lighting. dean and seth were chatting it up about football while you and roman were quiet. you looked at roman and saw him staring at you. taking in all the details of your face. your beautiful colored eyes, your skin he loved kissing, his hair he loved running his fingers through that made you fall asleep. he really loved you, and he was happy your relationship made it through another birthday. you smiled at him and rested your hand on his thigh as he sighed in content. you both turned back around to see dean and seth staring at you.

“you guys are weird.” seth said laughing as dean chuckled.

“what, i can’t look at my beautiful baby girl?” he said smirking down at you. this man still made you blush. the conversation topic was changed to sex. you weren’t really surprised, after all, there were three men with you and you were pretty sexual yourself.

“(y/n), have you ever had a threesome before?” seth asked smirking as you sipped your drink. you squeezed romans thigh and he looked down at you.

“well no, but i want to. and besides, roman’s all i need.” you said, smirking up at him. you started to stroke his thigh as he puffed out his chest.

“ha, see that? i satisfy my girl better than two other people.” dean and seth laughed. you stroked your hand up higher and higher towards roman’s crotch. you saw him gulp and you smiled.

“that doesn’t mean i don’t want it though.” you paused as everyone looked at you.

“maybe… even… a foursome.” you said biting your lip. the thought of all these big, strong, and handsome men on you made your womanhood tingle. you lightly placed your hand just below roman’s crotch making him hold his breath.

“i mean,” you paused, “i’ve seen roman naked, but im pretty sure you guys look hot as fuck as well.” you smirked as seth fake flipped his hair.

“well…” seth said sarcastically as dean laughed.

“thank you guys so much for taking me out. i really had a great time tonight. love you guys!” you said to seth and dean and they smiled.

“any time sweet heart.” dean said hugging you.

“bye! have a good time tonight.” seth said smirking as you and roman walked to the car.

roman mumbled something under his breath before opening the car door for you.


as soon as you got home, the first thing you wanted to do was plop down on the bed and watch some tv, but roman had other plans in mind. you went into your shared bathroom not leaving the door completely closed. you took off your outfit and makeup, leaving you fresh faced with your favorite cheeky underwear on.

“(y/n).” roman said in a deep voice which made you jump.

“babe! you scared me.” you said with your hand over your chest. “whats up?” you asked cluelessly, although you had some idea of why he was in here. he snickered.

“what’s up? what’s up?” he shook his head slowly.

“princess knows what she did, and daddy’s not too happy about it.” his voice rumbled. your eyes widened and you stood up. he walked over too you and pulled you in by the waist.

“daddy’s gonna punish you. and you wanna know why?” he looked down at you and you swallowed.

“why?” your voice trembled which made roman chuckle lowley.

“because you’ve been a bad girl.” he smashed his lips onto yours and lifted you up. you squealed, and roman took this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. he turned both of you guys around, kicked the bathroom door open and threw you on the bed. his eyes roamed your body and your breathing started to get heavier. you didn’t know what was going to happen.

“you wanna flirt with other guys? huh?” roman asked you as he threw his shirt off. he pulled you onto his lap.

“count with me princess.” you nodded biting your lip. roman snatched your underwear off and you gasped as the cool air came in contact with your wetness.

“one!” you squealed as his hand came in contact with your backside. he rubbed it before spanking you again.

“two…” you groaned out in pleasure. how in the fuck were you enjoying this? he continued for about three more times before your wetness was dripping down his leg.

“you’re really enjoying this aren’t you?” he chuckled. you whimpered and he turned you around and placed you on the bed. roman pushed your legs apart and pushed his boxers down his legs. his hard cock sprang free.

“fuck…” you groaned and roman shushed you.

“no speaking unless spoken too.” he swiped his two digits through your flowing juices and shoved it in your mouth.

“taste your self princess.” you sucked on his fingers and he pulled them out your mouth. some of your juices dripped down your wet mouth.

“fuck!” roman yelled before slamming his hard cock into your pussy.

“shit! fuck!” you screamed as your body banged against the head board multiple times. his cock thrusted deep into you. roman groaned at how good your warm hole wrapped around his hardness.

“god, your cunt feels so nice.” he moaned as his body draped over you. this caused his pelvis to tilt up and his cock rammed your g-spot.

“fuck!! god right there, shit!” you wrapped your legs around his sweaty torso.

“fuck imma cum baby.” roman moaned in your ear.

“me too.”

“at the same time?” he managed to moan out a sentence. you gasped and nodded.

“1, 2, 3.” you both came around and in each other.

“fuck baby girl. i hoped you liked your punishment.” roman said smirking which made you giggle.

“i should act out more.”

Bad Luck ~Part 2

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

(gif isn’t mine credit to owner) 


Here is part two, enjoy your reading :D


smut 

-2 412 words

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi

Genre: High school AU

~You go the library with Yoongi.~

prologue, part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8 


It had been a couple of days and you hadn’t spoken to Yoongi about your project yet. You didn’t want to and you were pushing back the day you would have to talk to him the furthest you could. You had seen him in history but you did your best to ignore him, he didn’t even seem to realise that you were there, and that was fine by you. Every time you saw his face all you seemed to remember was your lips surrounding his throbbing cock and his low moans as he tugged your hair and you would blush straight away. Today you had science, you thought about pretending to be sick but you would have to face him one day or another so you decided to be brave and you went. You were one of the last ones in the classroom and there he was, he was already sat down talking to the girls behind you. He had a smug grin on his face and the girls he was talking to looked ridiculous, they were desperate and didn’t even try to hide it. You sat down in disgust of the sight laid before your eyes and got your stuff out. The teacher came in and Yoongi finally turned around, you were surprised he didn’t even talk to you or tease you like last time. You felt like you were completely invisible and it kind of hurt your ego, you were the one ignoring him not the other way around. The lesson went on without any incidents and when the bell rang he got up and left as if nothing ever happened. You didn’t quite understand his change of attitude but after all last time you were both drunk you didn’t really know what you were expecting. Instead of getting all worked up you brushed it off and went back to see Hoseok.

You were both eating. You still hadn’t told him about this whole situation you were too embarrassed about what had happened. You were supposed to be Hoseoks innocent and shy friend you couldn’t just tell him out of the blue that you had sucked someone off last time. It wasn’t just any someone too, it was Yoongi one of the fuckboys, and apparently also Hobi’s friend which only made this situation 10 times worse. You were happily eating your lunch with Hobi and a few other friends and suddenly Yoongi came up to you.

“Hey, you know we have to work on that project at on point.”

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A night to forget

Anonymous said:

Can you do one where the reader’s a cast member and she and the other go out for drinks after a show and the reader drunkingly (that’s not a word is it) confesses her feelings about Oak but in the morning she doesn’t remember any of it and Oak reminds her of her confessions.

 warnings: Sorry it took me forever to get something up! Working super hard on getting more up! Also, I haven’t double checked this so BAD WRITING ahead!! Super Fluff

Pairing : Oak X Reader 

Go out for one drink they said it’ll be fun they said. As you piercing head awaken you up from a deep slumber, you groan into your hands, wiping away eyeliner from the night before, The dizzy memories of last night dance around your head, your thirst for alcohol got the best of you, after being invited out by the rest of the cast, as the generally do once in a while, you started slamming back shots left, right, and centre. You remember tipsily looking at the people you love so dearly around the bar table, looking almost as tired and happy as you, and just glowing with their passion. Your life at the moment was pretty great, you love your job, the people there make it even more amazing. You have the coolest friend you can ask for. But something hung at the back of your mind, like a slow knock getting faster and louder every time you decide to ignore it. This feeling keeps creeping up now and again, you push it down, but I would push back up with even greater force. You barely keeps this down, as it hurt you the more you see him, he smiles could make your day just that little bit better, the way it made you feel is something you never felt before, the constant churning stomach, not knowing where you should put your hands. It’s like his smile, his laugh, his eyes are pulling at your heart strings individual, and you welcome it every time you talk, or you tell a joke or just connected eyes. He bewitching passion can be felt city’s away, for you at least, you could feel him near or far. Oak would smile as soon as he would see you, this would give you hope, a small glimmer into the world you knew was impossible. But that world was about to open up.

After slowly lifting your hand from your forehead, you find yourself in a familiar place. A kind caring smile almost floats it way around the door and into the bedroom, with a cup of tea in both hands, your aching body masks your confusion rising throughout your body. You now pulsing heart gives your brain a tug as you as you remember being twirled around laugh as you could barely breathe with Oak wide smile watching your every movie, this brings you to calm and small smirk creeps onto your face as oak moves ever closers. He sits down beside you, a warm glow emerging from every part of his body causing you to chuckle while he relaxes

“Feeling ok?”

“Kinda” You coughed clearing your throat. “How did I get here exactly? “

Oak gave a smile laugh and bobbed his head down while doing so.

“You were really out of it last night wasn’t you?”

You felt a warm hand gliding over your lower back, you leant into it without thinking, as if you have been doing this for years as if your body was demanding more contact. He leant over gave a small deep kiss to your neck. You snapped your head around to find a smirking oak. Yours now awaken sense were in overload, you could hear your throbbing heart in your throat, You tried to swallow your rampant butterflies.

“What was that for?”

“Because I think you’re beautiful when you wake up”

He alluring eyes were deceiving you, this wasn’t happening, your breathing got heavier and heavier the more he kept leaning in, the more his smirk turned into a wicked smile, the more you could feel his hot breath against your check.

“You like me?”

“Of course I like you, we made a whole deal out of it last night” He breathed through his words, and pepper your cheeks with kisses, this now new but strangely familiar contact make you jump, and fall giggles. This sudden joy made oak smile, then chuckle, then slowly turned both of you into balls of laughter, the laughter slowly turned down, but the joy in the air remain, and you couldn’t help but smile, big and wide like an old Cheshire cat.

“I can’t believe!”

“Believe what ?” Oak leant off the bed to pick up the cup slowly and hastily and props himself back onto the wall.

“You like me!”

“And you like me!”

“That still doesn’t tell me how I got here?”

“Well after you told me your feelings, we started dancing of cour- “

“- Wait what!” You almost choked on your tea, that now lay warmly in your hand.

“We started dancing” Confusion cover oak face like a dark fog, covering his every facial feature.

“No before that”

“You told me your feelings?”

“Yes, that! Wait, did I do that?”

Oak sharp intake of breath, after a sudden connection is made in his brain brings him to smile even wider, and to almost jump.

“You don’t remember!”

“what did I do?

“Oh my god!”

“Oak just tell me please!”

“Well- I was by the bar chatting to Daveed, he had a call or something, and you wander up to me, we started to talk like usual, you looked at me and just said “I like you” I said thanks, that I liked you too just thinking you were being friendly. You grabbed my skirt brought me down to you, and kissed me, I kissed you back and we both had way too many drinks to celebrate. You see I wanted to tell you for so long but I never thought of me like that so I didn’t want to ruin- “

You cut him off by kissing him deeply and savouring every bit of his sweet lips, you felt like you were in some frenzy of joy during this, your mind wandered making you believe you were on cloud nine. You part after a few joyous seconds, yet both of you refuses to let go both of your foreheads leaning on each other as if their life depend on it.

“You’re going to make a habit of that aren’t you”

“Yes”

A tender voice, a tender touch - ||Joeck Imagine||

Requested? Yes – Can I request one where jack is really upset after Anna is in an accident. She’s fine but jack starts acting really weird and is scared to go out. Joe notices and comes round and finally jack breaks down and tells how he’s been feeling and Joe takes him out to dinner. Xx

[[ok noah fence,,,,, but…. I was super fucking excited to write this one, it’s just so cute imScreEchiNG]]

Loud ringing echoed throughout Jack’s empty flat, his heart skipping a beat, however it was nothing compared to what he was about to be told.

As Jack answered the phone call, his hands grew cold, head heavy and heart beating faster as the person on the other line had just informed him his sister was in a car accident. Jack didn’t waste any time as he grabbed his keys and hurried out his apartment to the hospital his little sister was lying in.

Every mile he got closer, the more questions he was asking himself. Who was driving the other car that hit hers? Do mum and dad know? What about Conor? He’s all the way in L.A. How will he react if anyone has even called him yet?

After a short amount of time, Jack arrived to the room Anna was currently in. She looked okay, softly laughing with their mother and father. But Jack couldn’t help but continue worrying.

“Anna! Are you okay? Who hit you? What happened exactly? I fuc—”

“Jack”, his mother softly said. “She’s fine. She’s alive and can walk, that’s what matters. How about a ‘Hello’?”

Jack nodded, pushing his worry down to the bottom of his gut as he tried ignoring the burning questions still running at the tip of his tongue.

He kissed his little sister, Anna, on top of her head. “Has anyone yet told Conor?” Anna shook her head in response. “I’ll go call him then.” After Jack had done as said, he went back into the room, staying with Anna for a while before his parents insisted on him going back to get some rest as they would be the ones to stay with Anna.

*

It had been almost 2 weeks since Anna’s accident. It was over; the event wasn’t a big worry for everyone anymore. Anna would even joke about it from time to time; however, it was different for Jack.

Ever since the accident, he’d been acting oddly, his manner, his attitude, his carefulness in almost every situation, but the most obvious was his lack of socialising. He rarely got out the house. Which was very unusual for someone like Jack.

Almost everyone had realised this, even if they didn’t, someone else would have pointed it out. The boys hadn’t wanted him to be alone all the time, so they’d try to visit him, however the hang out spot was always at Joe’s or Caspar’s, sometimes even Josh’s. So when they wanted to chill, it was rarely at Jack’s.

The more days that went pass, the less Jack was going out. The rare occasions that he did, he was always so weary and on edge; never himself.

Although everyone was worried, there was one person whom worried the most. Joe.

Joe was always trying to make sure the people he cared about were happy and stress free, and Jack seemed to be everything Joe tried to take away.

Joe noticed more than the others did. People just saw Jack not wanting to go out, but Joe saw Jacks constant state of strain in every situation that consisted of leaving his apartment.

Most of the boys were either busy with youtube business or at Caspar’s, so Joe decided to visit Jack, invited or not, he was going.

With a rhythmic knock on Jack’s door, it opened, showing a boy who looked as though he hadn’t slept since the last blue moon. “Hey Jack!” Joe greeted, making his way into the flat, falling right onto the couch in the living room.

“Hello Joe. What’s the special occasion?” Jack asked, his voice sounding much more tiring than he looked.

“No special occasion. Just didn’t want you being alone all day today.” With those words, Jacks features seemed to soften as his eyes glossed over. “Are you going to just stand there or take a seat with me?”

Jack nodded, making his way to Joe as he gently sat down. Jack was silent, it almost seemed as though he was shivering, until Joe rested his hand on Jacks shoulder.

“What’s been worrying you lately, love?” The tender voice of Joe’s is what broke Jack as his body fell into Joe’s arms and tears began slowly rolling down his rosy cheeks.

“Fuck” Jack swore under his breath, his breathing becoming heavier as he lifted himself up, looking at Joe with teary eyes. “It’s like…you know when you lose someone close to you for the first time and it makes you realise how short life is and how little time we have and how close death can be for any one of us?” Joe nodded, letting Jack continue on. “Well, when Anna got into an accident, I get it wasn’t anything big, she’s alive and breathing but…fuck it made me realise anyone I love and care for can be hurt at any moment. And there’s so much I have yet to say and so much I have yet to admit to so many people in my life. It’s just…it fucking sucks, you know?”

Joe looked at Jack with sad eyes, as he took Jacks hand into his own. “As disgustingly cheesy as this sounds, life is damn short. We shouldn’t waste time thinking about what hasn’t been done, we should spend time on doing things we haven’t yet done.”

Jack smiled, nodding his head in agreement as Joe returned that grin.

“How about I take you out for dinner? You deserve it.” Joe spoke, lifting himself off the couch as Jack followed after.

As they made their way into an Uber taking them to Joe’s favourite restaurant, Joe noticed Jack moving his leg p and down as he seemed still slightly on edge. Joe placed his hand of Jack’s thigh, giving him a comforting squeeze as though to tell him everything will be alright.

Jack smiled as he mentally thanked Joe for everything.

“There’s so much we can do in this one single night, Jack. So how about you stop spending time locked up in your apartment and we can start exploring this little world.” Jack chuckled at Joe’s small words of inspiration, however, he agreed. Spending a night with Joe was something Jack would love to choose over anything else.

Leavin’ A Lonely Town (pt. 1)

Pair: Dean Winchester x Reader (AU)

Prompt: He is the hot mechanic who has a thing for frisky women, sunsets, and long walks on the beach. You’re the new girl everyone in the small Tennessee town is speaking of. You moved from a big city after acquiring your Doctorate of Veterinary Medicine and are looking for somewhere to start fresh and someone to hopefully settle down with. Will Dean be that one? Or will your high class family and quiet demeanor leave you loveless?

Word Count: 2,478

Originally posted by frozen-delight

The Big Apple. A dream to most, a nightmare to you. People work day and night to be able to afford one months rent for an apartment they’ll appreciate and live in. You never had to work a day in your life to survive in the three story mansion you haven’t even fully explored . It wasn’t a home to you, it was a reminder of the life you were meant to live, not the life you wanted to live.

The youngest of four. Two of them showing you money is everything and it should be spent on appearance, objects, and status. The other showing you money is as addicting as a drugs and alcohol and should be used for education, basic needs, and experiences. That’s how you found your ‘moxy’ as some would call it. Your drive to better your mind and fill it with as much knowledge as you could. It was in those moments you realized what you wanted out of life. You were going to become a Veterinarian.

Afraid your parents would disown you like they did your inspirational brother, you tried to hide the college expenses and textbooks, applying for everything as an independent and collecting unfortunate debt. It was all working out until your Junior year when your Anatomy and Physiology teacher turned out to be a close family friend, spilling the beans to your parents. The fear of losing everything you worked so hard for was just that, a fear. Your parents shockingly accepted your choice and thought it would be nice to have a doctor in the family, so they cleared your debt, watched you graduate and sent you off to the Veterinary School they deemed appropriate. Cornell University College of Veterinary Medicine.

It all seemed too good to be true.

It was.

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Your Savior - 20

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Chapter 20

Warnings:

Swearing, Negan being Negan, mentions of past sexual assault, zombie threat and action


Dinner that evening was the most pleasant one that you could remember at The Sanctuary. News of Brianna’s pregnancy had spread quickly, causing several Saviors to stop by the table to offer their congrats, slapping Brian on the back in encouragement. You pushed back any thoughts of Negan or Davis and focused entirely on the happy couple, enjoying an almost normal evening. If not for the moans of the dead affixed to the fence drifting in from outside, you could almost have forgotten about the current state of the world. 

The encouragements showed no signs of slowing even as dinner time came to a close. Taking your turn to be the intuitive friend for once, you noticed how overwhelmed and tired Brianna was getting and came to her rescue, getting to your feet while discreetly tugging at the back of her shirt.

“Bri, would you like to take a quick walk around outside with me before turning in for the night? I could use the fresh air. You boys go ahead and keep celebrating though! I’m sure Brian wouldn’t mind a drink or two down in the rec room, would you Brian?” You added with a wink in his direction. The boisterous men didn’t need telling twice, shouting down any objections Brian may have had and all but dragging him towards the rec room while you and Brianna made your way outside into the cool evening air.

“Oh my god. Thanks for that!” Brianna exclaimed, sighing through a smile. She began a slow pace along the perimeter fencing, a path the two of you had walked a least a dozen evenings during your stay. “I thought I’d never get out of there!”

“No problem girl, you looked like you were getting tired. It’s nice that everyone is so supportive though. News like yours isn’t always that welcome in this new world.”

“Well that’s one of the blessings of life here at The Sanctuary, Negan and The Saviors have created a life that is safe and stable enough to support new lives. Out there I would be terrified for the life of our child, but in here….” She slowed to a stop and placed her hands on her abdomen, smiling softly, the setting sun accenting her pregnant glow. “Well, in here I have hope.”

For anyone to have hope in this world was almost unthinkable to you, but you could see her point. As long as Brian was working as a Savior she and her baby would have more than enough points to get everything they could ever need. Plus the security that the walls and The Saviors provided meant that her child had a real shot at life. 

You pulled her in for a hug. “I couldn’t be happier for you Bri, it really is great news.”

She hugged you back, not letting go as she spoke. “Do you want to talk about it? Just because I’ve been the center of attention doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed that something is bothering you.”

You laughed loudly, holding her at arm’s length. “You don’t miss anything, do you?” You took a brief mental stock, trying to make sense of the thoughts rolling around in your head. “It was a long day Bri, I wouldn’t know where to start. Really though, it’s nothing out of the ordinary. Just the same shit that’s been….”

“BREACH! BREACH AT THE SOUTH FENCE!” 

Arat’s cry from just a few dozen yards away filled you with panic. You turned your head to see that there was, indeed, a sizable section of fencing that had fallen over, and that half a dozen of the dead had made their way into camp, with several more behind them. You turned back to look at Bri, seeing absolute terror in her face. 

“It’s going to be ok Bri, I promise. Run. Run back inside. Don’t stop running until you get to your room and the door is locked behind you. Don’t stop to look for Matthew, or Brian, or anything. Do you hear me? Bri!?” You shook her shoulders gently, pulling her from her shocked state. “The fence crew is trained for situations like this, it’ll be handled before you make it inside. I’ll come get you when it’s done. Go. Now!” With your last words you gave her a small shove toward safety.

Only when she was running determinedly toward safety did you turn back to the impending threat. Gunfire erupted as Arat began firing at the dead, felling several of them were they stood. Several unarmed Saviors were leading people to buildings and away from the danger, while a small crew of men were rapidly trying to lift and repair the damaged fencing.  You rushed to their aide, figuring that one more pair of hands couldn’t hurt. 

The section of fencing that had fallen was heavy, made even heavier by the dead trying to force their way past it, driven by the noise inside. You found a hole between two men and started pushing, hoping you had a section that would protect you from the dead on the other side. The group of you strained with effort, sharp pieces of the fencing biting into your hands and shoulder, drawing blood. Arat climbed to a nearby elevated perch and gunned down the remaining dead pressing against the other side of the fencing, allowing your group to lift it back into position while others swooped in to re-secure the connections. 

Once it was secure you leaned against the fence, sweating and panting from exertion. Several of those next to you did the same, or fell to the dirt to catch their breath. Many of the group started to cheer in celebration at your victory, the man standing next to you offering a high-five. You gave him a shaky one back, adrenaline still coursing through you. 

Arat began to climb down from her turret, slinging her gun over her back before beginning her descent. Your thoughts turned to Brianna, confident that she had made it inside to safety as she had been so far away from the commotion, when a nearby scream pulled you back to the current situation. 

A handful of walkers must have slipped past Arat during the initial melee, and were now bearing down on a small child who was cowering on the ground, frozen in fear. You looked to Arat, who was struggling to pull her gun from her back to shoot, but you knew it would be almost impossible from her position on the ladder. You looked around desperately for someone, anyone else, but there were no other guns in sight, and everyone seemed to be glued to their spots, watching in horror.

Not thinking, you grabbed a short length of metal fencing that was normally used to put down walkers through the fence, and ran full force toward the child, hitting the metal rod against the fence as you ran, in hopes of drawing the walkers’ attention to you instead of the child. 

The closest walker to you was easily dispatched with a swift blow to the head, the next following close behind as you pivoted while running to hit in on a back-swing without losing momentum. The third walker was too close to you to allow for a full swing, so you kicked it in the chest, pushing it backwards into the one behind it, and dispatched them both by ramming the rod through both of their skulls. The last one had ignored you completely, as it was closing in on the kneeling child. With one final spurt you rushed the walker, shoving it away from the child and to the ground, pinning its rotten arms down with your knees before plunging the rod through its brain and into the dirt behind it. 

The whole encounter was over in a matter of seconds. You knelt above the final walker trying to catch your breath before the sobs of the child behind you pulled you from your stupor. You quickly rose and approached the child, a young girl of maybe five, with an outstretched hand. “Its ok sweetie, its all over, you’re safe.” You promised, thankful that you didn’t see any bites on her young form. She remained huddled on the ground, shaking and crying, too scared to reach for you, so you sat in the dirt next to her and gingerly pulled her into your lap, rubbing her tiny arm for comfort.

The mother of the girl in your arms came running toward you, eagerly scooping her up and hugging her tightly, gratitude written all over her face. She opened her mouth several times, trying to form the words to thank you, when Arat’s angry cry rang out across the courtyard.

“Y/N! What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” She yelled, storming toward you. 

You looked around, getting to your feet, completely flabbergasted. “I-what?” 

“I had the situation under control! There was no need for you to run in and put yourself into danger to play hero! I should report you right now!” She was absolutely fuming, yelling inches from your face and putting you on the defensive.

“Report me? For what? Doing your job for you? You should be thanking me! There was a situation and I handled it! If all of you weren’t so goddamn complacent from the luxury of this place I wouldn’t have needed to get involved at all! So go ahead and try to ‘report’ me, just make sure to include how I did what you couldn’t when you do!” You hated yourself almost as soon as the words left your mouth, but stood your ground regardless. You knew Arat was a great soldier and a good person, but you weren’t going to let her throw you under the proverbial bus to cover her own insecurities.

“No need to report anything, I saw the whole damn thing Dollface.” You simultaneously flinched and shivered hearing Negan’s voice as he approached you and Arat. You swallowed hard before turning to kneel before him, watching the dirt until his boots came into view. Ah fuck, now I’m really in for it. “On your feet.” He ordered, some gentleness creeping into his tone. You rose back to your feet slowly, keeping your eyes downcast, mentally prepared for the reaming you were sure was coming. 

“From what I could see Arat, it seems like Y/N here is a fucking badass who saved this little girl. Hell, I’d be pissed if you didn’t report this to me. I think we have been under-utilizing Y/N, don’t you agree?”

You looked over at Arat to see her mouth fall open in shock. She was still fuming, her pride wounded, but even still she knew better than to disagree. “Yes, sir. It would seem so.”

“Excellent!” Negan crowed, grinning from ear to ear and clapping Arat on the back. “Well then I expect that you two will have a lot to discuss tomorrow when you begin Y/N’s Savior training!”

Your eyes snapped to Negan’s, meeting his for the first time in almost two months. “What?!” You gasped. 

“The way you handled those walkers…well shit Doll, I don’t think a good half of my men could have taken care of them that easily. You’ve got some serious fucking skills! Skills that we need!” 

“I-I’m not…” You stuttered, trying to make sense of what was happening. “It was nothing.” You finally finished weakly, shaking your head.

He was staring down at you intently. “Darlin’, if that was nothing, I can’t wait to see what something looks like.” His tongue darted out across his lips, making you flush before breaking eye contact and looking down again. “Now why don’t you and I take a walk? Arat, make sure that fence is fucking secure and that everything else is handled.” And with that, he slowly draped a leather-clad arm across your shoulders and led you back inside.

You kept pace with Negan, wary of what was coming. While he did seem to be impressed with what you had done, you’d seen him turn on a dime before, and were still unsure of his other thoughts on your actions. He pulled you both to a stop outside of the dorms, moving to stand in front of you, keeping a hand on your shoulder. 

“Darlin’?” He finally asked after you hesitated to look up at him. “Y/N, will you please look at me?” You paused only a second more, before slowly bringing you eyes up to meet his, shocked to find them full of concern. “Are you fucking alright?”

You struggled to find the words to answer him, glancing around to make sure that you were both alone before finally speaking your mind. “In what way, Negan? Physically, I’m fine. I’m not bit if that’s what you’re worried about, I only have a few cuts from the fencing. Mentally and emotionally though, I’m not really sure to be honest. And as long as we’re being honest I’m not really sure that you even care, so why are we talking about it?” You gently pulled your shoulder out from under his hand, bringing one of your hands up to rub your eyes in frustration.

Negan stared at you, confusion coloring his features. “What do you mean you aren’t sure that I care? Why the hell wouldn’t I?”

“Seriously, Negan?! For someone so smart you really are a fucking dumbass sometimes!” You snapped exasperatedly. “You haven’t talked to me in weeks, and now you’re concerned with how I’m doing? Jesus!” You turned to storm away, furious. 

“Now hold on just a goddamn minute!” He yelled, grabbing your arm to pull you to a stop. He immediately realized his mistake, releasing you as quickly as he had grabbed you as you turned to him in shock and betrayal, hissing from the pain where Davis had grabbed you earlier. “I’m sorry, that was out of line.” He apologized sincerely. 

“Yes, it was.” You snapped, fed up with your day. “I’ve already been manhandled once today, I think that was more than enough without you doing it to.”

“I just ….wait, what?” Realizing what you had said, a slow rage began building inside of Negan. “What do you mean ‘manhandled’?”

Shit. You sighed, rubbing your eyes again, feeling a headache starting to form behind your eyes. “It’s nothing Negan.” He glared down at you silently, the muscles in his jaw bulging from clenching so tightly. 

“What happened Y/N? Tell me.” His eyes darted to your arm, darkening as he spotted the bruises beginning to bloom across your skin. “Who the fuck did that to you?” He demanded quietly. His voice was so low you could barely hear it.

“It’s not what you think, I promise it’s not that. Your men know better, especially after what you did to Thomas and Bill.” You assured him, closing the gap between the two of you and placing a placating hand on his chest.  “I deserved it. I fucked up and needed to be put in my place.” 

“No, that’s fucking bullshit Y/N. No one here has the right to lay their goddamn hands on you, especially not enough to cause bruises!”

“I bruise easy.” You quipped, earning yourself a withering glare.

“Y/N…..” Negan growled, reaching his tolerance limit and gently grabbing your shoulders to look you in the eye. “Enough. I’ve been trying to give you your space since I got carried away let my dick do my fucking thinking for me, but if you don’t tell me who did this to you so help me god I will not give you a minute of peace until you do. We don’t manhandle women around here, and if one of my men needs a fucking reminder of that fact then so be it.”

You blinked in confusion, processing Negan’s words. “Wait, what?”

“Really, Y/N?” Negan snapped, letting you go and pacing the hall. “You know how I feel about the treatment of women! And if this limp dick fucker has the stones to strong-arm you, a fucking badass, then chances are he’s been doing it to other women too. So cut the bullshit and…”

“No, no, you’re right. I hadn’t thought of that. I thought it was personal since I turned down his offer for sex for points a while back.” You admitted, still thrown off by his earlier rant. “But back up. You said you’ve been giving me space? I don’t understand. I thought you were avoiding me because you finally realized I’m not worth the effort.”

All traces of anger fell from Negan’s face, replaced by tenderness as he slowly approached you placing one hand on your face and the other on your waist. “Oh sweetheart. Hell the fuck no.” He murmured as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. “You are definitely worth the effort. I just know that I pushed you too far last time and after how much you trusted me…..”

“How much I trust you, Negan. Nothing’s changed.” You assured him softly, bringing one hand to his wrist and returning the other to his chest. “That night was a disaster, but I don’t blame you at all, I told you that.”

“Well you shouldn’t blame yourself either.” Having him acknowledge you again, touch you again, after weeks of nothing was almost more than you could bear. You melted into his arms and hugged him tightly, breathing in the scent you had been afraid to miss. “Oh honey.” He whispered, hugging you back and gently kissing the top of your head.

“This is happening honey…there’s nowhere to go honey….toodles honey! See ya around!” You flinched in Negan’s arms, Tommy’s words cutting through your memory. “Don’t” You wimpered into his chest.

“Shit, I’m sorry honey, I thought you wanted…damn it…” Negan rambled, pushing himself away from you and running a hand through his slicked-back hair.

“No! I do! It’s just…” You closed your eyes, fighting back the images of that day. Once you were more in control you stepped closer to Negan, gently grabbing his hand. “You can’t - you can’t call me that. That’s all he ever called me. Every time you say it all I can hear is him in my head.” Hot tears started to flow down your face, causing you to duck your head in shame.

Slower than ever, Negan pulled you to him for a comforting hug, giving you every chance to pull away. Once you were locked firmly in his arms a small sob escaped your lips, and you clutched his shirt for support. “Jesus hon-, Y/N. I’m fucking sorry.”

“Don’t be, you didn’t know. I didn’t know until just now.” You assured him quietly. 

He hugged you silently until you gently looked up at him, remaining affixed to his chest. He studied your face, eyes grazing over your lips before whispering. “I’d like a do over. May I?”

You thought of the last kiss you had shared, and how passionate and fiery it was, a low hunger building inside of you. You thought also about how many times you had convinced yourself that it couldn’t work between you two, and how you were better off apart. “Please.” You finally whispered back, stretching up to meet his soft lips with yours.

This kiss was entirely different from the last. It was slow, and tender as you both took turns exploring each other’s mouths. Whereas last time kissing Negan had been like throwing gasoline on a fire, this time your body hummed with pleasure as gentle flames coursed through you. More, your body demanded, more, but you slowly backed off and pulled away.

When you opened your eyes to look up at Negan he was grinning from ear to ear, causing you to bite your lip to hold back a smile of your own. You hugged into his chest again, reveling in the feeling of him and being in his arms. “It was Davis.” You finally whispered.







AHHHH! This chapter was sooo hard to write! I knew what I wanted to convey but just couldn’t get there! I’m glad to have the reader and Negan back to understanding (and kissing) each other. I can’t wait now to have Negan handle Davis and see how the reader handles training to be a Savior!


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Secrets

Josh x Reader

Prompt: You’ve decided to do a Sidemen secret Santa with the boys for the bants, with a $50 budget, but when your gifts turns out to be the expensive DSLR camera that you’d been wanting, you go on the hunt to discover who’d purchased it for you.
Note: The last of the Christmassy imagines I promise lol. This is long but I’m v proud of it.  Day 2 of Sydneyxix’s 12 Days of Ficmas. [day 1 imagine]

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Frisson - Rule #1: Never come home drunk

Excerpt: He could feel it, the tightening in his sweatpants around his crotch, the rushing of adrenaline in his veins. He could feel the heat radiating from his face as he tries to stop himself from just-

“I love you, daddy.”

Summary: A loosely connected chaptered series about a taboo relationship // Dan realises that coming home drunk was already a bad idea, and Phil, realises that tying him up was even worse when the next morning came.

Genre: sin

Warning: age gap, incest(not related by blood tho), daddy!kink,

Words: 2, 950 sins

Alice: wowowowowie we have anoTHER COLLAB AND IT’S GONNA BE A SERIES??!??! woOAAOHAH. i mean, come on, it’s not necessarily incest since it’s more like sugar daddy but then phil is an adoptive father s o (come on). charlie’s a/n is so fucking long wtf.

Charlie: all things evil but wonderful, all demons great and small, all things kinky and disgustening – hail satan he made them all. it was just one night man and now im married to this person and we’re working writing porno together I HAVE NRVER PLANNED MY LIFE TO TURN OUT LIKE THIS. no but srsly this was rly awkward and amusing to write pls enjoy my shaem. speaking of shaem, dedicated to glossybutt u bitch why

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Phil is woken from his deep sleep by a ruckus from the front door, and a scream of “Dan!”, making him go out of his room, only to find Dan face-first on the floor, and one of the three maids hovering over him with both her hands clasped to her mouth. 

Their doorman is picking up the fallen umbrellas from the plastic pot by the door, and Dan is looking up dopily at him.

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