it was so peaceful and quiet in my apartment

His Wife in Hiding

Warning: None

Word Count: 1933

Summary: Unbeknownst to many, Klaus Mikaelson is a married man but years ago, after an explosive falling out, she left Klaus and he’s been chasing her ever since. But when Klaus finds her hiding out in New Orleans…

Pairing: Reader x Klaus Mikaelson and Reader x Elijah Mikaelson (platonic)

Part Two

This morning had been extremely productive for you. You’d worked out, organized and cleaned your lavish apartment, you’d caught up on your favorite shows and successfully mastered the spells you’d been studying in your grandmother’s old grimoire and you’d done it all before the clock struck noon.

You’d practically raised Marcel so he allowed you to practice as much magic as you wished.  

You were in the parlor with a cup of tea and good book when you heard a knock at the door.

You flinched, startled. You rose from your seat with your brows furrowed. You so rarely received visitors and rarely left the house. Marcel’s men would gladly do you the favor of running your errands, hoping that it would bring them favor with Marcel and move them up in the ranks. After living a life such as yours so full of drama and despair this apartment, so peaceful and quiet had become your safe haven.

With caution you moved towards the door. You glanced through the peep hole and released the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You sighed in relief and threw the white double doors open with a flourish.  

“Hello, brother,” you said with a bright grin.

Elijah Mikaelson returned your smile wholeheartedly. “Sister,” he said in greeting. He looked you over, taking you in, in that over-protective, brotherly fashion of his. “Isolation has been good to you.”

I dipped my head in thanks. “I’m glad you think so.” You stepped aside so that Elijah could come in.

Elijah sauntered into the apartment. He was the only member of the Mikaelson family that could enter your apartment. In fact, he was the only Mikaelson who even knew that you had an apartment. The less people that knew your location the better.

You shut the doors behind him. Turning around you met his worry-filled gaze.

You cocked your head to the side, taking him in. He’d gotten here in a rush. You could tell from his heavy breathing and his tousled hair and clothing. Elijah Mikaelson was usually well put together and ready for anything. His hair was always well done without a flyaway in sight. His clothes were usually wrinkle-free and as immaculate as he was. Something was wrong and he was doing a poor job of hiding it.

You put your hands on your hips. “What is it, brother?”

“Klaus is in New Orleans.”

You sucked in a breath. Your heart hammering in your chest.

“He knows you’re here. You have to move. Now. If you want to escape.”

You moved around the apartment in a literal blur. You knew this day would come. No one and nothing could stay hidden forever. Especially not from a Mikaelson. Let alone from Klaus Mikaelson.

“He’s a hybrid now. He’s awoken his werewolf side.”

You swore under your breath as you gathered your necessities and most prized possessions.

“How did he find out?” you asked, on the verge of hysteria.

“One of the witches told him.”

Your blood began to boil beneath your skin. When you got the chance, when you returned to your home in New Orleans, you would hunt down that witch, feast on her flesh and use her bones for tooth picks. You shook your head as if shaking the thoughts of bloodlust and revenge out of your head. You needed to be of clear mind. You needed to be in top shape if you were going to do this.

When you’d packed the last of your things, you looked around the apartment with tears in your eyes. These walls had been the closest thing you’d had to a true home in centuries. It had been your safe haven after years of running from your former husband and now it was time to part ways. You’d prayed that this day would never come and now it was here.

Your future was a blank slate and you hated it. You preferred having a destination in mind when it came to running.

“Got everything?” Elijah asked.

You nodded, swallowing the bile that had risen in your throat.

Your former brother-in-law opened the door and waved you over to it.

You nodded again and picked up your full suitcases and headed out the door and into the warm sunshine. You inhaled the clean fresh air. It was a stark contrast to the stuffy air back inside but you would still miss it all the same.

Elijah took the suitcases from your hands and placed them into the trunk of an awaiting black sedan. “I’ve taken the liberty of procuring a car for you. I hope you don’t mind.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. You shook your head and laughed, “No. No I don’t mind.”

You ran to him, wrapping your arms around your brother’s neck. “You are the best brother I’ve ever had, Elijah.”

He laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Don’t you dare tell Kol I said that!” you threatened.

He laughed harder. “I won’t, I promise. I love you too, y/n. I wish that our time together wasn’t cut so short.”

“As do I,” you agreed. “I’ll let you know when I find a safe place.” You told him, stepping out of the embrace. “I only wish that I could tell Marcel goodbye and thank him for his hospitality.”

“I’ll give him your love,” he assured you, opening the passenger door for you. “I’ve compelled the driver to take you anywhere you wish.”

“You are too kind to me, brother. I don’t deserve you.”

He pecked you on the cheek as he ushered you inside the sleek vehicle. “Don’t talk like that. I love you. Stay safe.”

“You do the same. I love you.”

With some reluctance he closed the door and sent you off.

And then you were riding through the noisy, crowded streets of the French Quarter. You watched enviously as trumpets blared and people danced and sang and paraded down the streets and sidewalks like no one was watching. A pang of jealously hit you square in the chest. For a moment you decided that it wasn’t fair but then you remembered that it was your own fault. That’d you’d chosen this life and made this bed and now it was time to lay in it. You were just a moment ago, planning to feast on some poor witch’s flesh.

You leaned back against the soft leather seats.

“Where to, ma’am?” the driver asked. It was the first time he’d spoke since you’d met him.

“The nearest airport please.” You told him in a small voice.

You still hadn’t figured out where you were going. Mainly because there was nowhere else you wanted to be. New Orleans was home. You wanted to go back to your apartment and reminisce about the good old days with Elijah. You wanted to baby and cook for Marcel. You were tired of running but you were tired of fighting too.

You sighed and closed your eyes, leaning your head against the plush leather seats.

You were nearly asleep when the door opposite of you opened.

Your eyes flew open. You gasped in horror when you saw who’d just gotten in your car.

“Don’t I get a goodbye too, love?”

“Klaus,” you gasped.

“Calm down, my lovely. I only want to talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you!” you spat.

“Good. Then you can sit here and listen.”

“And if I don’t want to?” you challenged.

“You want to keep running from me then go ahead,” he invited. “Be my guest. I’ll even give you a head start if that’s what you want.”

You folded your arms across your chest and gestured with your hand for him to go on.

He cleared his throat, dramatically.

You rolled your eyes in response.

He opened his mouth to speak but he let out a rare nervous laugh.

“What? You wanted to talk so talk.”

He rubbed at his beard. “I never thought I’d get this far,” he told you with a grin. “I’d dreamt of the day that I’d get to talk to you. To beg your forgiveness and now that we’re here, you’ve got me tongue-tied. Just like when we were kids.”

You turned away from him, biting your lip.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you and I’ll never stopped. The day you left was the day when immortality felt more like a curse than the gift I’d always made it out to be.”

“Why is that?” you asked him.

“Because what is the point of forever without you?”

You leaned your head against the window with a soft thud. “Don’t do this to me,” you whined. “We’re not good together Klaus.”

“How can you say that?”

“Because it’s the truth! Together we are chaotic and deadly and cruel and I don’t want to be that anymore!” You said turning to looked at him.

His eyes were clear, blue, calculating and smoldering, they raking over you with unmistakable hunger that sent chills down your spine. “Leave it to you to focus on the negative.”

“And leave it to you to be the one to act like the negative never happened.” You said throwing up your hands.

“I know what happened and I know what I did. What we did. But I would take it all back if I could, if it meant that you would come back to me or that you would have never left in the first place.” He inhaled running his hand through his curly, ginger brown hair. “We may have been chaotic, deadly and cruel but we were also happy and madly in love. We belong together, y/n. Don’t you see that? We were meant to be together, always and forever.”

“But at the expense of other people, Klaus.” You told him. Anything to keep from him how his words affected you. You loved it and hated it when he got all romantic like that. You wrapped your arms around yourself.

He sighed when, leaning back against the seat. “I can’t make you stay but I’m begging you not to go. Let’s work this out, my darling. I know we can. There is no way in the world that you could have forgotten how good we are together.”

You remained silent.

He put his face in his hands. “I won’t come after you if you choose to leave again. And if you decide to stay and you want to work this out, I’ll be staying at the old plantation. If you want to stay and live in peace…I’ll leave you be.”

He leaned in towards you.

Your breath caught.

He kissed your temple and then your cheek.

His lips were warm against your skin. You were relishing in the familiar sensation of his lips on you when he pulled away.

You sucked in a breath.

“Stop the car.” Klaus told the driver.

The car pulled to a stop in the middle of the road. Thankfully they hadn’t been moving very fast but that didn’t stop the drivers behind them from furiously honking their horns.

Klaus looked back at you one last time. You could see the fear in his eyes. You could tell that he thought this would be the last time he’d see you.

Klaus stepped out of the car and walked back in the direction of the French Quarter. You watched him through the back window until he disappeared from your line of sight.

“Ma’am?” the driver called, startling you.


“Still to the airport?”

For a moment you couldn’t speak. You were so torn. “Yes…to the airport,” you said unsurely.

Author’s Note: I had such a good time writing this! Please let me know if you enjoyed this story and if you would be interested in reading a part two!

Part Two


I love you. 

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you–
I love you harder than this heart of mine can beat.
I love you farther than these hands of mine can reach.
I love you longer than these bones of mine will last.

Perhaps, in some other world,
     where the horizons are wider than ours,
     where the oceans are deeper and the stars are brighter,
Perhaps this other world can encompass this love of mine, 
but dear heart, all I have here are 
     five inadequate fingers to caress you with and
     four inadequate limbs to hold you with and
     three inadequate words to comfort you with and
     two inadequate lips to kiss you with and
     one inadequate life to love you with.

They say, dear heart, that Love is an unstoppable force,
     and I believe them.
          I do.
It’s just that I’m also learning, day by slow day,
that there are more immovable objects than I ever thought existed. 

I cannot love you into safety. 
I cannot love away the nightmares that haunt your midnight sleep.
I cannot love together the pieces of you that they broke apart.
I cannot love us back to the past where the skies were rosier and your smiles were brighter.
I cannot love us into a future where I can promise you you will never be hurt again. 
I cannot love you back from Misery’s grasping fingers and Death’s cold hands.

I cannot even, dear heart,
     no matter how hard my heart longs and my breath shudders, 
I cannot love us into a quiet grave where we can rest, 
     side by side
     at last at peace

But dear heart, I promise you this:
I will try.
I will try until my last gasping breath
     and my last pounding heartbeat
     and my last trembling step
     and my last whimpering prayer.

I will try, dear heart,
     until we reach a quiet grave where we can rest, 
          side by side
          at last at peace

If I cannot win against the world, dear heart,
     then by God,
I will not let them win against me, either. 

With All My Heart - Part 11

Word Count: 2691

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Medical situations

A/N: Thanks to @percywinchester27 for the help 

Feedback and Constructive Criticism Always Appreciated

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“Can I have access to my girlfriend sometime this week?” Jensen glared at Emma who hadn’t stopped cuddling you since you let her in the room. You were going home today and she still refused to leave your side, taking up half your bed and clinging to you like glue.

“No.” She answered, burying her face in your neck. “She’s mine now. You had your turn.” You held your hand up to your face and laughed, cringing a little at the pain it caused. You didn’t see him snap the photo of you in that moment, but he couldn’t help himself. Seeing you laughing again made him happy.

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Just For A Little Bit..

Originally posted by 2nep1nk

“It’s true that we don’t know what we’ve got until we lose it, but it’s also true that we don’t know what we’ve been missing until it arrives”

Summary: That night was just suppose to be nothing but careless fun, but after drinking shot after shot that night was your first time having a one-night stand. What did you have to worry about? 99% of the time you never see the person you sleep with again… right? WRONG. What will happen when your past comes back to life to haunt you again?

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 //

Part 5 everyone~ 

More Parts:

Part 6 // Part 7 //



“I’m sorry! Happy?” You questioned and Bobby suddenly begins to laugh.

Again what’s so funny? You didn’t seem to crack any type of joke once so ever.

“It’s okay.. I mean there is nothing to apologize for.”

“Yes there is, I so rude back in the car and I just… I just wanted to avoid the topic of us every discussing our one night stand..” You blurted out truthfully.

Bobby looked up at you and smiled.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know that topic made your uncomf-”

You quickly cut Bobby off.

“It’s not that it makes me uncomfortable.. It’s just…”

“It’s just what?” Bobby asks looking at you and you sighed. Truth was… You were scared to talk to Bobby after that day. You were scared that he was probably going to look at you as a person with low standard. Someone who was easy.

Bobby was extremely attractive and it would be a shame to reject him but you had worries about him looking down on you, you thought it would be best to just dodge him.

“I mean.. We slept together and that was that… I mean there isn’t much to talk about I guess.” You mumbled and Bobby looks downs and says something that leaves you in complete shock.

“If you didn’t leave that day… Wouldn’t you think you would have been with me instead of Mino..”

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Bar Hopping ~ Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by mvssmedia


* work sucked 

* i hate my job

*best friend is happily in love

*that’s gross

*life’s gross


*mom is on my case about marriage

*got a call from my landlord


*old guy just winked at me

*i internally barfed

*gonna need more alcohol before i even consider getting with anyone


*what am i even doing here?

*oh right life sucks

*ooh a cute guy just walked in..


*danced like there was no tomorrow

*he’s walking over here now

*says his name is taehyung

Originally posted by bangtanboys-official

*dang he cute

*i wanna give him a taehug

*gotta blast before i get too attached

*on to the next bar


*i like this vibe

*not as many old men here

*ordered a water so i won’t throw up

*WAIT i know him from somewhere

*oh shit its him again

*he still cute 

*so precious

Originally posted by taehanstic-baby

*i want to squeeze his cheeks

*i did it

*i don’t think he liked it very much

*he’s still here though

*he says he’s in a band

*i challenged the hotshot to a karaoke battle


*we took a cab to the nearest karaoke bar

*BOI he’s really goooood

*he’s letting me choose the next song 

*BANG BANG BANG (banga banga banga)

*he singing a ballad

*its so angelic

*i’m getting.. tire..d…



*WHERE THE HELL AM I????????????



*nah, I wouldn’t do that


*he’s awake

Originally posted by jeonjam

*he’s really cute 


* apparently i passed out in the karaoke room

*he helped me get into my pjs??


* i yelled at him

*he became very small

*i think he’s ashamed

*i mean i guess he was only trying to help

* i apologized

*he apologized

*we good


* back to the bar again 

* life sucks

* i can’t even remember the last time i felt genuinely happy.

* oh wait

*the karaoke room

*that was the last time

*ah man i should’ve asked for his number

* it’s too late now 


* ah the fresh taste of regret 

* i guess’ i’ll check my phone. there is nothing better to do.

* ew my friend texted me.

* s-she’s pregnant?

* wow i didn’t realize how badly i want kids.

* but good for her.

* yeah, good for her


* am i crying?

* wow i should probably stop.

* i can’t stop.

* this must look tragic.


*oh! it’s him!

* he handed me tissues

* OH! his number, i gotta ask for it!.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

* he’s writing it down,

* holy smokes this kid is even more gorgeous than last time.

* how ? what kind of genetics?

* uh oh

* he caught me staring. 

* he would probably make beautiful children.

* i don’t really feel like drinking anymore 

* let’s bounce.


* i convinced him to go to the park across form my house.

* we’re walking now

* it is so nice here at night

* the park is quiet, no children, no dogs, just peace.

* uh oh

* i caught him staring.

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

* we sat down on a bench.

* i thank him

* he doesn’t understand why.

* he doesn’t understand how he makes me happy even when i’m depressed.

* he doesn’t understand that for some odd reason a stranger can completely shield me from any stress or doubts i’ve ever had.

* i told him that im thankful for his company.

* i’m gonna do it.

* i asked him to stay with me.

* he said yes.


I walk towards the park that was near my old apartment. So many things happened here. Depression, fear, fun, but most of all love. Little did i know that taking home a stranger from a bar would be the best decision i would have ever made. Soon after Taehyung and I got together, I quit my job and continued to do what I’ve always wanted to do. Photography. Now, I get calls from fashion designers, newly-wed couples, and even people who just want pictures of their dogs. I have never been happier. I look to my left and see my sunshine jogging towards me. He called me here today, i don’t know what for, but whatever it is it sounded important. Taehyung finally reaches me and wraps me in his arms. He points me toward a bench. “ Think back to 2 years ago. You dragged me out of the bar to this park. You caught me staring at you and i smiled knowing you were embarrassed. This is the same exact bench that we sat at when you told me you wanted me to stay. Well, now it’s my turn.” Taehyung knelt down on one knee and took a small box out of his pocket. “ Will you stay with me for the rest of our lives?” 

Originally posted by bwipsul

AU: Uni Shawn - Midterms

Your name: submit What is this?


“I know I failed it,” You remark to your friend as the two of you walk across campus together. You had gotten dinner together after your exam, and you just finished telling her about how badly it went.

“I’m sure it wasn’t as bad as you think,” She tells you, trying to be a good friend by making you feel better, but this time its not working. You don’t think you’ve ever felt worse coming out of an exam than you did that one, and that’s saying a lot. You try not to think about it, knowing that it won’t change anything, but you still feel like there is a black cloud following you around now.

When you reach the library, you say goodbye to her since she still has to study, but you just want to go back to your apartment. Once you’re back, you take a shower, hoping to wash away the sadness, but it doesn’t help much. An hour later, you’re sitting on your bedroom floor, just sitting. John Mayer is playing through your phone’s speaker from Spotify, and you’re staring blankly at your ceiling. The only good thing about that exam is that it was your last one for a while. So you only have regular assignments and homework throughout the rest of this week, but even that knowledge can’t make you feel better after that disaster of a midterm.

You hear a knock sound on your front door, but you don’t even move from your spot on the floor. Your roommate, who was studying in the living room, opens the door, and you hear her greet Shawn. You wrack your brain trying to figure out if the two of you had plans for the night, but you don’t come up with anything. A few seconds later, he appears in the doorway of your bedroom, and you stand to greet him. Neither of you exchange words because he seems to know that you’re sad even though you haven’t told him. He kisses you lightly on the forehead, and you move so you can bury your face in his chest. His arms wrap around you comfortingly.

Originally posted by kissableandsexy

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Pillows (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: Your husband’s favorite way of unwinding is reading, he’s got some time off and you come home one afternoon to an adorable scene.

Word Count: 430

Warnings: Only pillow-hoarding. This really is just pure, unadulterated fluff.

A/N: So, this is my second post of the day… I should apologize for being overzealous but I had to write a tiny blurb about Lin’s tweet. It’s a scene that needed to be explored and shared with you.

I will not be posting like this always, I swear I’ll give you your peace eventually. My third (you read that right, third) round of midterms this semester picks up on Tuesday so I won’t talk as much then and you can resume your uninterrupted broadcast.

“Lin? I’m home.” you called into your suspiciously quiet apartment. This type of silence could only mean a handful of things; Lin was up to no good, Lin was writing, or Lin wasn’t up at all. After the past few weeks he had, you really hoped it was the latter. You took your shoes off to quiet your footsteps as you moved through your place to the spare bedroom turned office. It was always your first place to check when Lin wasn’t immediately in sight. When you pushed the door open you found it virtually untouched since last night which made you hopeful. You moved to your bedroom where you saw Lin sleeping soundly. The room filled with his soft snores.

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4th of July with Grayson

Originally posted by infinitygarner

Request:  could you do a fourth of July imagine for grayson. Where the reader and gray throw a big party and all their friends and family come and they have a great night xx

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,376

Grayson Dolan x Reader

A/N: I couldn’t find anything w Grayson and fireworks so here is a good looking gif. ;)

“Gray, I’m pretty sure I don’t feel safe with you blowing up fireworks.” 

I watched as my boyfriend of 3 years shuffled around through the firework section, asking me which one looked more cooler every other second. 

“Babe, it’s not a 4th of July party without some fireworks!” He picked up three boxes of sparklers, tossing them into our buggy.

“Gray, we’re here for food, not fireworks!” 

Grocery shopping with Grayson was difficult anyways but knowing that our party tomorrow was going to be huge, and the fact that Ethan was coming along, makes me a thousand times more nervous about buying fireworks.

“I’m going to get hamburger meat.” I mumbled walking away from him.

“Baby stop. Just, we’ll get the sparklers tonight and then maybe I can get E to grab some real explosions.”

“Oh my gosh, I’m gonna die.” 

Gray laughed at me, giving my ass a quick slap, making me blush. We got the rest of the items and left the grocery store. Gray kept talking to me about how he wanted huge fireworks but all I see when I imagine him and Ethan shooting fireworks is fire and maybe someone getting hurt but I’m not hoping for that.

Gray pulled into the driveway of the Twins apartment, giving me a quick kiss before getting out. 

“Ethan!” He screamed making me roll my eyes.

“That is why you two get evicted from your apartments so much!” I hissed, grabbing a load of bags.

Grayson laughed and started handing Ethan bags when he came to the car. I trudged up the stairs, feeling Grayson hitting my butt with his bags.

“Can you not?” I yelled pushing their door open. 

“You were going slow.” I rolled my eyes, sitting all the bags down in the kitchen.

Grayson and Ethan left the apartment to go film for their new video tomorrow, leaving me there with peace and quiet. I truly don’t think I could’ve survived another long conversation about what kind of fireworks to get. I started putting groceries up, groaning at the sparklers. 

“Hey y/n!”

I looked back an saw Cameron sitting at the bar, looking gorgeous as ever.

“Hey Cam! What’re you doing here?”

“Grayson texted me saying that you were cooking some of the party food for tomorrow and told me to come help.”

“I’m actually not. The only things that really need to be cooked tomorrow is the Hamburgers and Hot Dogs.” She rolled her eyes making me laugh.


Cameron stayed over, helping me put up the rest of the groceries. I decided to tell her about how Grayson wants to do huge fireworks tomorrow at our party but she agreed with me and said that one of them would probably get hurt. Which, when they do get hurt, it’s typically Grayson. 

“We’re back!” 

I felt arms snake around my waist, making a smile appear on my face.

“Did you two not cook?” Ethan asked throwing his hands up.

“No you idiot. You don’t cook hamburgers the night before.” Cameron pushed him away from her, causing Ethan to trip over a pair of shoes.

“Quit messing around Cameron.” Ethan mumbled pushing Cameron.

I leaned my head back onto Gray’s chest, earning a kiss on the top of my head.

“I’m actually gonna go to bed. Good night.” 

I pulled away from Grayson grip giving him a kiss on the cheek and headed to his room. I kicked off my shoes, crawling into my side of the bed. 

“Good night Baby.” I rolled over an smiled at Grayson.

“Good night.”

“I love you.”

“Love you.”

“You can only buy $200 worth of fireworks. Okay?” 

The boys nodded their heads, leaving me at the apartment once again. They suckered me into letting them buy fireworks knowing good an well there was going to be a firework show in Los Angeles tonight. 

Cameron was in the back cooking the food because they boys couldn’t even figure out how to turn the grill on so Cameron had to teach them. 

The party started at 6 tonight and it was currently 4. I wasted half the day sleeping but I could care less honestly. 

“Here’s the first batch.” Cameron sat the plate down.

“Thank you so much, Cameron.” 

She waved off my gesture and went back outside. I don’t know how they boys even survived without Cameron. I really don’t know. 

“We’re back!!” 

I looked over, my mouth dropped open.

“That is so not $200 worth.” I mumbled.

“But it’s a lot!” Ethan took the fireworks outside

“What the hell, Grayson. There’s gonna be a firework show down in L.A. tonight.”

“I know but this was way cooler.”

I let out a big sigh, earning a kiss on the cheek from Gray. I ignored them for the rest of the hour so I could actually cook. Their friends started rolling in around 5:30. 

However, what the boys and Cameron don’t know is that I flew out their parents. 

“Hey baby, everyone is loving the party so far.” Grayson wrapped his arms around my waist.

“It hasn’t even started though.” I laughed putting the plate of toppings over on the island. 

“I know but they already love it. Thank you for cooking everything.” 

I turned around and smiled up at him, pulling him down, leaving a kiss on his plump lips.

“I love you, Grayson.” 

“I love you, y/n” 

Grayson left once again. I grabbed my phone and checked my messages. 

From: Mrs.Dolan

‘Hey y/n! We’re coming now! :)’

I shoved my phone in my back pocket, leaving the apartment when no one was looking. 

“Hey!” I pulled his mom into a hug. 

“Thank you for inviting us out here. It means a lot.” Mr.Dolan rubbed my back, pulling me into a hug as well. 

“Don’t thank me. I know the boys miss you. Okay, so let me go in and tell them that I have to show them something.”

They nodded their heads. I jogged back to the door, smiling when Grayson came into my view. I walked over and laced my fingers with his.

“Hey baby.” He kissed the top of my head making me smile.

“I have a surprise for you and Ethan.” 

He looked down at me and motioned for Ethan to follow me. 

“Okay, close your eyes.” 

The boys closed their eyes, making me smile. I opened the door and motioned for their parents to come in.

“Is it going to hurt us?” Ethan yelled, covering his balls.

“I doubt she’d do that, E.” Grayson mumbled.

“You can open them!” 

The boys eyes widened, pulling their parents into them.

“We didn’t know you two were coming!” Grayson yelled, squeezing his mom.

“We didn’t know either but y/n invited us down here to celebrate with you two and Cameron.”

Grayson pulled me into a hug, swaying us back an forth. 

“Thank you y/n! you’re the best!” Ethan joined our group hug making me laugh.

“No problem boys.”

Ethan pulled back and took his parents out to the backyard, leaving me there with Gray.

“You’re literally the best, y/n. I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend.” 

Grayson pulled me into a kiss, wrapping his arms around my waist. I pulled back and laced my fingers with his, earning a kiss on my hand. 

I stayed with Grayson the whole night, chatting with his friends about their new youtube ideas, their new tattoos,and what they planned on doing with their future. They were truly blessed with some amazing friends. 

I walked over an stood beside Cameron, watching the boys set up the fireworks. This was what I was fearing the most about tonight but luckily their dad was out there helping them. 

“Who’s ready to watch some fireworks!?” Ethan yelled. 

The whole party cheered, even me and Cameron. Their dad set off the fireworks, making Ethan and Grayson give each other high fives. Everyone was recording the show but I was too busy amazed by how beautiful they were. Honestly expected them to get crappy ones. 

“Thankfully my dad was here to help them.” Cameron laughed, elbowing me.

“Oh, I know.” I laughed and watched as Grayson walked over to us, wrapping his arm around my waist.

“Thank you for tonight, baby.” He mumbled, kissing the top of my head.

“Don’t thank me.” I mumbled, leaning my head against his shoulder.

“I do.”

We watched the rest of the fireworks together. Grayson was slowly rubbing my back, giving my ass a squeeze every couple of times. 

“Happy 4th of July, baby.” 

“Happy 4th of July.” 

sprained wrist

*Warnings* smut hahaha somebody stop me

The sound of his wet shoes slapping against the tiled floor reached Dan’s ears long before the realisation that perhaps this was a bad thing. He turned, vaguely dismayed at the muddy footprints he’d left on the Lesters’ hallway floor, but more immediately concerned by the twinges in his ankle. He’d been secretly ecstatic to have been invited to spend Phil’s birthday up north with his family, and obviously the weekend had been amazing, and of course he loved Phil’s family to bits, but after injuring his ankle, knee and both wrists on two consecutive walks, he felt he’d sustained enough damage to his body and wanted nothing more than to return home to their apartment, and kiss Phil without being laughed at by Martyn. Maybe more than kiss Phil. It had been a while since they’d had a house to themselves.

“Hello!” Phil greeted him cheerily, clattering down the stairs. “You really shouldn’t be allowed out, you know. Are any of your limbs still in commission?”

“No,” Dan replied, grumpily. “All of me hurts, and I have another headache.”

Phil only laughed at him. “Do you want to go and lie down for a bit? There won’t be anyone in my room, so you can have a bit of peace and quiet.”

After a moment’s consideration, Dan decided that this was the best of his options, all of which seemed a little undesirable in his discontented state of mind. “Yes please,” he mumbled, toeing off his shoes and hanging his bedraggled jacket over the bannister rail. Phil moved aside to let him past, quietly realising that Dan was in no mood for talking, and that prolonging the conversation would only serve to provoke him. Dan’s eyes skittered over Phil’s body as he squeezed past him, red tingeing his cheeks, wishing wholeheartedly that they were back in their apartment, so he could press Phil up against that spot on the wall and-

“Do you want me to bring you hot chocolate?” Phil asked, looking a little nervous. “I-I was going to make for me anyway.”

Dan nodded, blushing again, and hurried up the stairs so he could close the door on Phil and those thoughts. He struggled out of his sodden jeans, shivering slightly, and tugged on one of Phil’s hoodies. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and winced, turning away quickly from the wreck of his hair and general appearance, and crawled beneath the covers, sighing in contentment as the warm smell of Phil enveloped him and his bare legs slid smoothly under cool sheets. Exhaustion came upon him all at once the moment his body relaxed, the settling of his back and shoulders against the mattress almost painful, his eyelids heavy as they slipped closed almost without his noticing.

*  *  *


Dan stirred drowsily, eyelids fluttering open and muscles stretching in a way he instantly regretted. The bedroom door eased slowly open, and he sat bolt upright in a welter of blankets, irrational panic flooding his brain, but it was only Phil, with an apologetic smile and an enormous mug of what must be be hot chocolate. “Sorry I took so long, a family friend stopped by for coffee. It’s probably a good thing you missed it, they did talk on a bit. Anyway, here’s your drink, if you still want it.”

Dan scrubbed his eyes wearily with the backs of his hands and glanced at the clock, starting when he realised it had been nearly an hour and a half since he’d arrived home. “I must have fallen asleep,” he said. “Your bed is so comfy.”

Phil pushed the door shut behind him and set the mug down by the bed, before stretching out beside Dan, who couldn’t help idly noticing the way his shirt rode up to expose his stomach. “Yes it is! But it’ll be nice to be back home again.”

Dan said nothing, but his mind revelled in the knowledge that Phil thought of home being with him rather than his parents. He felt Phil’s finger tracing patterns on his forearm, goosebumps rising, Phil’s lips ghosting against his skin, whispering, “It’s been so long.”

Dan shivered, but this time not from the cold, and knowing exactly what Phil meant as Phil climbed carefully up his body. Phil smelled like coffee and his hoodie still held the fresh chill of their seaside walk, deliciously cool against Dan’s shaking fingers. Phil’s lips nudged his, and he gasped, his eyes flying wide open, feeling suddenly entirely unequal to meeting Phil’s gaze but incapable of avoiding it. And then Phil was kissing him, but kissing him properly, a wonderful muddly mess of lips and teeth and skin and roaming hands that made him feel like his brain was being slowly pulled apart, every thought disintegrating except for the simplest of all: Phil. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to pull him closer, ever closer, fists clenching in fabric as Phil’s mouth wandered to his neck, and a soft moan dropped unconsciously from his lips, but then his sharp hiss of pain made the other pull back instantly, all arched eyebrows and wide eyed concern. Dan stared up at him, shock and confusion and vulnerability in his eyes. “Sorry,” he gasped, trying to catch his breath and finding it stuck in his throat. “It’s just- my wrist-”

“Oh shit sorry,” Phil cut in, smacking his forehead in frustration. “I completely forgot. Does it- does it hurt now?”

Dan wiggled both his wrists and his legs gingerly. “Not badly if I don’t move it too much.”

“Right,” Phil replied, his lips dropping to Dan’s neck once again. “Do you want to stop?”

Dan moaned again, his jaw clenching. “N- no. Ugh, Phil-”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It was taking my mind off it hurting!” All of him ached for Phil’s body, and he was finding it extremely difficult to think beyond that.

Phil seemed to think for a moment, then his lips were on Dan’s again, although more carefully this time. Dan ground his hips up into Phil’s, who groaned in response, craving the friction and ignoring the pain that shot through his ankle so that Phil wouldn’t stop again. “Dan,” he murmured, and Dan rolled his hips again, wanting the noises it drew from the other man’s lips. He was drowning in it again, his mind losing coherence, and a much louder moan escaped him when he felt a hand suddenly on his crotch, palming him through his boxers. Phil’s other hand came up to cover his mouth, and his eyes bugged wide with amusement at the memories this brought back of being sixteen and fearful of parents down the hall.

“You’ll have to be quiet,” Phil whispered, well aware and slightly worried of the fact that Dan could and would be extremely loud when the fancy took him. Dan nodded, eyes heavy-lidded and dark as Phil slithered down his body and settled between his legs, mouthing wetly over his boxers and then pulling them down. “Fuck, Phil,” he murmured, concentrating on the feeling of his mouth on his dick. He felt himself hit the back of Phil’s throat, heat coiling in his stomach, hips bucking, and then he looked down and saw Phil’s lips, wet and swollen red, sucking on him, their eyes meeting, and, “Oh fuck, Phil, I’m gonna-”

The words died on his lips, pleasure shooting through all his veins. He was distantly aware of Phil’s hand clamping over his mouth again, but he couldn’t focus, wonderful waves crashing over him again and again until he almost couldn’t bear it, half-formed words falling from lips, clenching jaw, grasping fists in tangled sheets.

Blush - Andre Burakovsky

“your face is redder than my regular underwear!”

drabble week day 1

word count: 806

warnings: none

a/n: true to my word, this is so short lol. the prompt is bolded. enjoy!

Originally posted by thornescratch

you swore, your fingers grappling with the zipper again. damn these fashion designers (or rather, those who made the knock offs) for putting the thing to close the dress exactly where you couldn’t reach it.

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A Series of Unfathomable Feelings (1/10)

AU Rommate!Steve x Reader

Summary: After Bucky decides to move in with his long-time girlfriend, Steve has to look for another roommate. But destiny, or rather Bucky, will set him with someone less boring than Steve intended.

Word Count: 1,953

A/N: Koi No Yokan (Japanese) is the feeling that arises when two people meet for the first time and know that they will inevitably fall in love.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]

Originally posted by slayalec

Steve was sitting at the kitchen table. Lacing his fingers together, he rested his chin down on the bridge. He sighed, eyes locked on the screen of his laptop as he tried to find the right words.

He wrote a sentence that he erased a few seconds later and with another defeated sigh, he decided he needed a break. Feet planted on the floor, he pushed away from the table. The legs of his chair scraped against the wooden floor as he stood up and returned to the open-plan kitchen to fill his mug with coffee.

He took the coffee pot, his eyes cast down, carefully avoiding looking at Bucky’s half empty room at the other end of the flat. Bucky Barnes, his best friend since childhood, was now living with his college sweetheart, Dot. Steve took a quick sip of the steaming liquid before he sat in front of his laptop. It took him a while but he finally came up with something he liked.

Room for rent.

Looking for a responsible, mature graduate student or working professional to share a two bedroom and one bathroom apartment. Available by October 1st, located near St John’s Recreation Center. Good number of groceries, restaurants, banks near the apartment within walking distance. 10 minutes’ walk to Ultica Av, B46, B15 and B65. The rent is $750 per month due at the first of every month. The apartment is furnished but the room available is not. Washer and dryer located downstairs.

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izzytheinsomniac-deactivated201  asked:

So I try not to send prompts often cause I know you get a lot; but anyhow: In the Senator Skywalker universe could we see Obi-Wan meet some of his friends again? It'll be awkward, no doubt, but he didn't really have anyone else at the Temple. And he doesn't have anyone now.

“Sir?” Anakin looked up from the tv and turned fully to Obi-Wan, giving the other his full attention. Obi-Wan rarely asked for anything and when he did, Anakin did his best to accommodate the former slave.  “Yes Obi-Wan?”

“I was just…I mean…” The copper haired man shifted his eyes to Anakin’s chin. “Your mother, she’s not here, is she…”

“Oh, she lives on Naboo, not my apartment on Coruscant.” Anakin chuckled softly. “Its peaceful and soothing. She enjoys an apartment there, tends to a garden and lives a peaceful and quiet life after the lives we came from.” He smiled a bit. “Padme often visits her when on Naboo and so do I. I’m welcome on the planet and when I’m busy I send holos.”

Obi-Wan blinked at that then smiled softly. “So you…take care of her?”

“I guess. She could sell her plants if she wanted, she’s very good with green things, makes them grow with ease.” Anakin hummed.

“…Is she Force sensitive just like you?” The other whispered and Anakin chuckled. “I couldn’t pass that by you could I. Yes, she is, not as much as I am but she is.” Anakin stepped towards Obi-Wan and plucked a picture of a shelf, holding it out to him.

Elegant hands accepted it to peek at, catching view of Anakin holding around a brunette with a pretty smile if tired face.

“Oh…She has a nice smile.”

“She does. She raised me alone.” Anakin smiled down at it. “When I was nine we had a pod race. I made a bet with my owner at the time, I could build a pod out of the junk he couldn’t sell and win the podrace, the Bonta eve classic. No human had ever won it. Until I did.”

Obi-Wan blinked at that and looked up, meeting Anakin’s eyes full on. “What did you even…bet?”

“I bet him something he wanted. My co-operation. I told him if he sold me from mom or visa verse, I wouldn’t put up a fuss. I would sit quietly by and let it happen. I think he was kind of scared of me, because of my Force ability I could make things…happen when I got upset. He didn’t want to lose profit if I had to be shot down.” Anakin stared at the image. “But Watto was also fond of us. I don’t think he would have agreed to the bet if he wasn’t fond of us. He was also greedy, mom wasn’t…useful for him, I was.” Anakin sighed deeply and Obi-Wan hesitated before placing the framed picture back on the shelf and taking the others wrist, squeezing them gently in comfort.

The blond blinked before smiling, talking to Obi-Wan about his past wasn’t as painful as it could have been. “Now, dinner. Or was there anything more?”



Obi-Wan nervously stepped out of the speeder and glanced up at the temple before looking back at the blond for assurance.

“Do you want me to come with you Obi-Wan?” Anakin slid out of the speeder too, his guards grumbling about having to sit in the back since Anakin had wanted to drive.

“I…please?” Obi-Wan knew he should boldly go forward but this was not…he was scared.

So much had happened in so little time and things had moved forward with him gone. He was scared and he wasn’t even sure this was the best idea.

The blond just smiled gently at him and slid around the speeder to stand by the copper haired man. “Of course Obi-Wan, all you have to do is ask. You’re here to see Yoda yes? Tea with an old man as he said?”

The former slave gave a small smile and nodded before he started walking up the stairs.

He remembered walking down these many years ago, to board a cruiser that took him towards Bandomeer.

This time he was not leaving, he was returning.

To his surprise, he didn’t feel like an intruder, he felt like he was coming home.

Against his senses he felt other Force sensitive, brushing against him, some curious as they noticed him and Senator Skywalker. At the great Halls doors Yoda greeted them, the old man giving them a small smile. “Welcome Senator. With us you are coming?”

“Obi-Wan wanted some support.” Anakin nodded. “I hope you don’t mind?”

“Friends of Obi-Wan, friends of the temple are.” The grandmaster had his chair float along, leading them through the halls. Every turning corner was a reminder to Obi-Wan, of a home he had lived in and that still welcomed him.

There was a small group of Jedi in the hallway, leaning over a pad that showed the days newsfeed from what Obi-Wan could tell. They seemed to be exchanging hurried whispers.

Two humans, one with a yellow stripe across his face that niggled the back of Obi-Wan’s mind. A Dressellian and a Mon Calamari.

Obi-Wan feet froze and he stared at them, blinking slowly. “…Bant?”

The Mon Calamari’s head snapped up and stared at him in return, both yer eyes slowly widening as her Force sense brushed out against his. And then she was there, right in front of him, lifting him of his feet with strong arms wrapped around his waist, smelling of all to familiar salt and sea as Obi-Wan clung to her shoulders for support. “OBI-WAN!”

Her cry echoed of the walls and caught attention and Obi-Wan couldn’t find it in him to care as he clung to her in return, his hands digging into her tunic as he could never get enough of that salt and ocean smell that once had meant safety and laughter for him.

That smell had meant his friend.

And then the other three were there too and Obi-Wan lifted his head to stare at the hopeful Dressellian. “…Reeft?”

“Hey there Obi-Wan.” The other hesitated a bit before pulling Obi-Wan from Bant’s arms and closing him his. A warm soothing sensation against his mind also enclosed Obi-Wan and he closed his eyes, tucking in closer, actually wanting the contact for the first time in so long.

“Gotta say, the beard suits you Obi-Wan.” A faux cheerful voice offered and Obi-Wan tilted his head to look at the two humans, his mind fighting the memories for clarity. “Garen. Quinlan.” They both grinned in response even as Obi-Wan stayed right where he was in Reeft arms.

“Welcome in the temple you always were Obi-Wan. Believe me now you do?” Yoda chuckled quietly, watching how the former friends clung to their newfound one.

“We thought you were dead Obi-Wan. You have no idea how much it does us well to see you’re not.” Bant offered, staring at him as if Obi-Wan was some kind of Force blessed creature. It made him flush and hide a bit against Reeft.

“I-I’m not…I mean I can’t be…”

“Obi-Wan, we don’t care that you’re not the child we remembered. We care that you’re alive.” Garen crossed his arms over his chest. “And we’d like to get to know the person you became. If you’d let us that is.”

Obi-Wan blinked and then smiled shyly at him, nodding slowly. “I…that…that would be nice?”

A Wonderful Weekend in Detroit

Life in Toronto was always so busy; things to do, places to see, items to get crossed off list after list after list.  

The opposite is what I think I like most about life in Detroit. 

Life in Detroit is quiet and peaceful. Each evening after work and weekend ahead allows for plans made up on the spot.  I’m living these days by the seat of my pants, and it’s absolutely wonderful. It’s something I didn’t know I loved so much until I moved State side. 

Friday evening I did approximately nothing. I had a one-on-one with my boss over beers and only got home around nine, so I made dinner and watched TV and was snoozing away by 11pm. Yessssssssss! 

Saturday morning a bunch of colleague friends met at my apartment and we made the 20 minute walk over  to Eastern Market.  

The market was busy and colourful and in full bloom. 

I bought myself this beautiful white orchid which I’m admiring as I type this. 

After the market Lucy and I headed north of Detroit to Birmingham! It was incredibly cute and quaint and made me want to move to a small little town. Lucy and I strolled about popping in and out of stores and boutiques. We found a spot called Toast and toasted ourselves on their patio over a delicious salad (we also ordered a broccoli appetizer, which arrived with a cheese fondue! so much for eating healthy). 

A lot of Michigan reminds me of Ontario (which obvs makes sense).  I love this wall below and now want to buy that Great Lakes water colour print below!

I ended up buying the below cute mug, a Mother’s Day card, and a Yay! You’re pregnant card. 

Then yesterday evening Lucy and I hosted a bunch of friends over to our apartment for a few drinks and evening out.   

My apartment building is very social. It’s almost like living in residence. It’s got a fantastic area for people to hangout, play pool, watch TV, read books, etc. The photo below doesn’t do it justice, but it’s the only one I can find right now.  

I dolled myself up with a lot of makeup (the first time I’ve worn eyeshadow in Detroit!) and met everyone downstairs.  Lucy and I have also started to make new friends with people who live in our building, so they joined us too.  We went to Motor City Brewery, and then Old Miami Club where Rodriguez was playing (incase you’ve ever seen Searching for Sugar Man on Netflix!). 

I hardly took any photos Saturday night, but then this morning Lucy and I met up with three guys / friends from our building for brunch at Seldon Standard. If you ever find yourself lucky enough to be in Detroit, go to Seldon Standard! It’s absolutely FANTASTIC food! 

After brunch our plan was to head to down to the water for a lake-front run, but we got distracted by our building’s sparkling pool, and spent the day oustide with friends. 

Some how we spent over six hours enjoying the sun, listening to music, dipping toes into the pool (me), swimming (Lucy), and sipping on Bloody Marys. 

Around 6pm we were exhausted from the day of nothing, so we headed to pizza (Pie Sci) with another friend from work and walked around admiring all the blossoms. 

And with that, a weekend I went into with with no plans at all, turned into a busy fun filled colourful weekend for the books blog!  And now I must sleep, as I’m hoping to run in the morning and start my week off on a high note! 

#169 - For anonymous x3

Filling the prompt “a fic where van and the reader are friends but both fancy each other, and incorporate some cute kitchen scenes and also like. the reader studying n van song writing in the same room and just being peaceful and cute together?” and “ Van baking is my aesthetic :’) I was just wondering if you could maybe do a baby fic about it?”

Note: Bonus mini-request of watching La La Land. I’m sorry that I did not love it like you did, Anon. :/ Also, there is more baking Van to come. I’ve written in into another fic soon. 

Gem had left for the weekend, leaving the apartment empty. A beautiful, quiet thing. You turned the heat up so that pyjama shorts and a t-shirt were enough, and set up camp in the living room. Colour coordinated notes. New pastel highlighters. Studying for exams had never been so comfortable. You were watching the kettle bubble and boil when there was a knock at the door. Glancing at the microwave’s clock on the way out the kitchen, you realised it was almost eight and you’d not had dinner yet. Your stomach suddenly became aware of that too and grumbled in annoyance.

“Hey!” Van beamed as you opened the front door. “Heard Gemma went somewhere for the weekend or somethin’?” You leant against the doorframe, folded your arms across your chest and nodded. “Larry too. Can’t stand being alone. Can I come hang? I brought your favourite,” he said and held up a takeaway bag from your favourite Mexican place.

“Deal,” you said and moved to let him in.

The burritos were good, and like always, you got to eat the side serve of corn chips and guacamole that came with Van’s. Avocado was never his thing. After dinner, you sat back in your little studying nest while Van collected his bag and guitar from his car. Upon his return, he stretched out on the couch and practised melodies and created new ones.

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Flashwave week - mobsters

warning: this episode of Flashwave has zero appearances by either Mick or Barry

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“You kidnapped me!” Iris hisses.

“It’s for a good cause,” Len assures her.

What cause?”

“Your brother, Barry, has been dating my partner, Mick.”

Iris blinks. “Wait, Mick’s been cheating on someone?” she asks, wrinkling her nose. “That – seems very unlikely. He’s such a good guy, you know? Honest and straight-forward, no bullshit.”

“What? No!” Len says, wrinkling his nose right back at her. “We’re not like that. We’re, uh, work partners.”

Iris looks around the warehouse she’d been kidnapped into. “…you’re criminals,” she concludes.

“Well, yes.”

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You're a Fan and He Falls In Love With You

Can you make an imagine where harry falls inlove with a fan on tour? ( but make it as realistic a you can)

Harry’s POV: Walking around New York City in thirty degree weather at two in the morning wasn’t something I had typically done, but I’ve felt so trapped lately that I feel like this is my only chance to be free. Nobody was out at this time of night, not here, anyway. I was walking around a more quiet part of the city, leaving the night up to myself.
The side lights dimmed the night sky, making the snow look as if they were floating feathers, falling peacefully onto the concrete below me. The apartement room lights were all turned off, leaving everyone at peace in their deep slumber.
As the wind blew stronger, I hugged my coat on tighter around my body, shivering as I continued to walk slowly. I was just getting so flustered. I was being pressured into impressing everybody whom was around me. I have to say specific things, do specific things, act a specific way so that I can get my image straight to the press.
I let out a string of curse words, getting angrier at how compacted I was. I’m too young for this much pressure. I just want to be me, that’s the only thing I ask for.
“I can be whoever I want to fucking be” I whispered to myself, trying to let out everything in words.
“You can,” I heard someone say behind me, causing my actions to come to a hault, “You can be whoever you want to be, if you let yourself.”
Her voice was so soft and genuine, I couldn’t help but smile at the smoothness of her voice. It relaxed me, almost instantly when the words started to flow out of her mouth. I instictivly turned to the woman who was trying to help me, hoping she wouldn’t scream if she had figured out who I was.
My body froze as I came in contact with her. Her peircing green eyes were shining perfectly against the light. Her hair falling freely past her chest as she tensed closer to her jaket as the wind blew. She wasn’t skinny, well, model skinny at least. She had meat, almost the perfect amount of it. Her thighs touched and her stomach wasn’t flat, but it was almost so perfect. She was something I have never seen before. She was so unlike everybody else I’ve seen. She took my breath away just looking at her. She made the world seem to stop as she smiled, and I couldn’t believe someone like her has existed.
“Then why won’t anybody let me?” I asked, still keeping my gaze directly on her.
She smiled a bit as she started to walk towards me. My chest tightened each step she took, not knowing how I would react if she were to come any closer than to where she was before.
“Clearly you’ve been hanging out with the wrong type of people. Just because you’re a celeberty, of which I’m a very big fan of, by the way, does not mean that you have to change who you are. Nobody should control you. Followed by cameras and fans or not, you have to be you.”
He words were so true, and it made me feel so relieved that somebody could understand me like this. Never have I thought somebody could understand me like this before. It was almost like she knew exactly what to say and how to say it.
“When was the last time you actually felt like you could be yourself, Harry?” she asked, completely pushing aside a responce from me.
I sighed, thinking of times I had really cut lose woth somebody during my career. Even with the lads, I feel like I have to watch what I say and watch what I do because of fear. I didn’t want them to get to know me too much and start to judge me, and I had a feeling they felt that way about everybody else, too.
“I—um, a long time ago” I breathed out, finally comming clean.
She smiled a bit, and I could see a spark of sympothy come across her eyes. Her lips turned up into a large smile, almost as if she had an idea about something.
She quickly got a hold of my arm, practically trying to drag me away from where I was heading. She was too weak, though, causing her to run in place as her laughs echoed throughout the complex.
“What are you doing?” I laughed as she struggled to get me moving.
“Come on! You have to cut loose!” she laughed, and before I knew it, she started to run away from me.
“Hey! Come back here!” I screamed as I laughed, chasing after her.
Even just the chase of her was something so joyful to me. I loved how she wasn’t afraid to hide herself from me; from anybody. She was just enjoying life as it came, and simply just chasing her aimlessly around the streets of New York City, I started to enjoy life, too.
“You’ve gotta keep up! We’ve got a couple more block to go!” she yelled from in front of me.
My breathing became harder and my heart started racing, but if I stopped now, I would lose her. I wouldn’t be able to feel her or see her again, and the thought only made me run faster.
She slowly started to come to a stop once she came in view on a closed ice skating rank. Our pants were the only sounds heard as we slowly walked up to it, putting our hands upon the wall as we tried to catch our breaths.
“Now, go on the ice” she panted, wipping the tip of her nose with the end of her coat.
“No way in hell am I ever going to do that. It’s closed!” I giggled, looking over at her.
She was staring at me, almost as if she was trying to study me. No matter how wrong it was of me to stare at her as if she wasn’t looking, I just couldn’t bring myself to rip my gaze from her. She was so magnetic, so compelling, I almost couldn’t rip myself away from her. I almost couldn’t imagine it.
“I can read it in your eyes” she said quietly, looking deeper into me.
“Read what?” I whispered, taking a step closer to her.
I wanted her to know. I wanted her to feel what I felt. I wanted her to just take a second to allow me to like her the way I do, because I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something more than the way I want her now.
“How scared you are!” she laughed, climbing over the wall and onto the ice.
She started slidding on the bottoms of her boots, swirling and dancing along the ice so carelessly, almost as if she couldn’t care about the consequences.
“Come on! What kind of girl are you?” she teased, sticking her tongue out.
All her teasing made me gain enough trust in her to follow her in. She was someone I had to let in, and I couldn’t be afraid of her. She was getting out of her way to talk to me in the first place, and taking me here just makes me want to let her in.
“Oh no you didn’t” I teasted, climbing over the wall before running over to her.
“Ah!” she squeeled. starting ro run away from me as her giggles filled my ears.
“No no no. You get back over here” I sang, building up enough momentum to slide over to her.
She laughed, giving up so that I was able to lift her up from her legs and throw her over my shoulder. She lightly punched my back, repeating the words “put me down” as our laughs filled the air around us. I was laughing so hard I could barely feel my face anymore.
“You’re a big assfuck, Harold”.
I stopped, putting her down as I looked at her as if she were stupid. She bit her lip as she batted her eyes, swinging her body back and forth, trying to act innocent.
“What in the living hell is an assfuck?” I chuckled, looking deeply into her eyes.
“Well, if you really want to know, it means Harry Styles. But, if you want to know specifics, it’s an asshole and a fucker combined” she said simply with a shrug.
My eyebrows raised, looking at her with a bright smile on my face. Even at the weirdest times, she was still the most undescribeable woman I’ve ever layed eyes on.
“Who are you?” I whispered, placing my hand on her cheek as I started to wipe a snowflake off of it, running the pad of my thumb gentely over her skin.
“I’m Y/n” she whispered, closing her eyes at the touch of my skin.
Y/n. Even her name made me smile slightly. Now, with her here, I’ve come to find myself. With only an hour with her, I couldn’t picture the continuence of my life without her. Even if she’ll just be in my thoughts, I can’t imagine a day without saying her name, hearing her name, or even just thinking about her. I wanted her, I wanted her more than I’ve wanted the freedom of myself. I need her. I need her.
“Y/n” I sigh, bringing her body against mine, “Is it—is it safe to say that I think I’m starting to fall in love with you?”
Sleepy Founding Fathers ft. squishy!alex and protective!thomas

i wrote a Jamilton fic based on a headcanon I saw I think on @exadorlion or @midnigtartist‘s blog (im not sure if it isn’t there plz tell me i want to give credit) 

Headcanon: Hamilton never sleeps. He only sleeps (two, three hours tops) when he’s about to pass out or he’s done with whatever document he was working on. Jefferson tries to squeeze in as much sleep as possible (to keep his gorgeous skin lovely), but he wakes up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 6 am sharp, no matter what. One weekend, Jefferson forces Alex to go to sleep six hours early so he doesn’t die of lack of sleep, and Jefferson lets him sleep in when he notices that Alex has completely clocked out so he can look at his beautiful face.

Alexander hurried into the apartment, yanking his messenger bag off of his tiny shoulder. He slammed it down on his desk and whipped out his laptop to begin working again, despite just coming home from his workplace at the courthouse. 

Thomas sighed and sipped his tea. “You’re gonna kill yourself living like this.” he mumbled. 

The lawyer ignored him, grunting as he began a rather angry email. Alexander was a very fast typist, typing like the world was about to burn. Within seconds, he finished an entire paragraph and stopped to crack his knuckles. 

“How long did you sleep last night?” Thomas asked, knowing full well that Alexander was the king of all insomniacs. Only a handful of times did Thomas catch him asleep, and on average, only for a few hours. The bags under his eyes could withstand the weight of all his projects, documents, bills and proposals piled together, with a few bricks thrown in as well. 

“I didn’t.” Alexander muttered. “I have six cases, thirty-seven proposals, and some stupid bill I have to sign even though Washington listened to my presentation.” 

Thomas rolled his eyes. He slipped over to Alexander’s desk and slammed his laptop shut. 

Alexander’s eyes shot open in surprise, and quickly narrowed in anger. “Thomas!” he yelped. 

The politician snatched his laptop and set it down on the floor next to Alexander’s desk. He planted both hands on the swivel chair Alexander sat in and spun him around, sweeping him into his arms in just one move. 

“What are you doing?” he shouted, squirming in Thomas’s hold. “Let go of me! I have to retype that draft you just deleted! Let me go!” 

“Absolutely not, Alexander Hamilton,” Thomas smirked. He leaned in and smothered the smaller politician in kisses covering his hair and forehead. “You haven’t slept in, what, six days? Whether you like it or not, you’re sleeping in tomorrow morning.” 

Hamilton gave in and folded his arms over his chest, grumpily allowing Thomas to kiss him on both cheeks before tossing him into his bed. 

“What more do you want? A mansion? A bigger ego?” he chuckled. 

Thomas folded in the sides of his purple comforter over Alexander’s tiny body. He leaned in and kissed his forehead again, cupping his cheek as he turned out the lamp. 

“Good night.” he whispered. 

“What if I get up in the middle of the night?” 

“You won’t. I’m confiscating your laptop.” Thomas smiled, sliding towards the door. He blew him a kiss, over-exaggerating the pout in his lips. “Good night, my love.” 

After cleaning up the apartment at around 2 in the morning, Thomas tiptoed back into the bedroom to check on Alexander. Surprisingly, he was fast asleep, a quiet snore passing through his lips. He lay on his side, arms covering his face, his long, black hair spread in a messy fan-shape on the sheets. 

“Aw…” Thomas blushed. “So peaceful.” 

As silently as possible, Thomas crept into the bed, positioning himself behind Alexander so he could hold him to his chest. Thomas was an entire foot taller than Alex, making it easy for his arms to wrap fully around Alexander’s body. Whenever they cuddled, Alexander always demanded to be the big spoon, so from above, it looked like he was Thomas’s backpack. 

Thomas kissed Alexander’s hair and nuzzled his nose into the smaller man’s neck. He fell asleep faster than usual, most likely due to the stillness of Alexander’s rock-like sleeping. 

Before his alarm on his phone even went off, Thomas snapped his eyes open and shut down the phone entirely, chucking it across the room. He didn’t care if his screen broke. Alexander needed rest, and he couldn’t risk waking him up, even with his ringer turned off. 

Somehow they had re-positioned so that Thomas was lying in front of Alexander, his hand resting on Hamilton’s waist. He traced the curve of Alexander’s body, smiling at the sight of stretch marks on his squishy thighs and the roundness of his stomach. Hamilton was never fond of his extra weight, but Jefferson admired his figure. There was nothing wrong with body fat, but he understood why Alexander disliked his appearance. 

Thomas studied Alexander’s features. His thick eyebrows, his smooth, golden skin, his black facial hair that he refused to trim without Thomas’s help. The dark circles under his eyes were beginning to fade, but they still carried heavy definition in his cheekbones. While severely overwhelmed with anxiety and lack of time to himself, Alexander Hamilton was beautiful. It hadn’t taken Thomas Jefferson long to realize that, but he hadn’t told him yet. He was still trying to get used to the feeling of knowing a person as beautiful as Alexander. 

All of a sudden, Alexander stirred. He shifted his arms and sighed, his eyes slowly starting to open. 

“Thomas…what time is it?” he asked, his words muffled behind his forearms. 

Jefferson scooted closer, running his hands through Alexander’s hair. “Shh…” he whispered. “Go back to sleep. You don’t have to worry about anything.” 

Alexander yawned. “How long was I out?” 

“Probably nine or ten hours, actually,” Thomas grinned, kissing the top of the lawyer’s head. “But please, go back to sleep.” 

And with that, Alexander closed his eyes again, leaning into Thomas’s touch, a smile ghosting across his lips as they rested together. 

Hope (Remus)

You looked at your report with a completely sunken feeling. The word “fail” staring down at you like a disappointed mother, remind you of the pile of papers in your dorm room with the same blood-red spelling the same gut-wrenching word. 
As soon as the bell rang you sprinted through the castle and up to the Gryffindor common room, slamming your bag on the floor and breaking down into a panic attack of tears. They streamed down your face and you although you could have sworn you’d cried as many tears as there is water in the Black Lake they seemed to just keep coming. Sinking into one of the squashy arm chairs you buried your head into your knees, your breathing rapid and uneven and your brain felt like a whirl wind tornado, destroying everything in sight. Your knees stuck to your chest and your face covered in splotches of tears was how Remus found you when he entered the room. ‘Y/n?!’ He said, immediately dropping his bag onto the floor and running towards you. ‘Hey, hey.’ He said softly, sinking beside you and wrapping his arm around you. ‘What’s up?’ 
You shook your head. Mostly because you didn’t want to tell him why you were crying and also because you couldn’t speak due to the water leaking from your eyes and you were breathing so hard that it was difficult to make any noise. ‘Just breathe.’ Remus said and you almost laughed because that was something you were doing a little bit too much at the time. If anything you needed to stop breathing for a second as it felt like your body was about to expand like a balloon from all the oxygen. However it did help and you took a few deep breaths before shaking your head once more. ‘It’s so dumb.’ You managed to say. ‘No it’s not.’ Remus replied without missing a beat. 
‘You don’t even know what it is, you can’t say that.’ You replied, wiping your face with your sleeve. ‘Well it’s obviously making you upset so it’s important. Please tell me.’ 
You swallowed hard and noticed your throat was a bit sore. ‘Okay.’ You croaked. You turned to him and opened your mouth when the portrait hole opened and an erruption of noise and chatter interrupted you. ‘Aye there he is, lads!’ James cried, walking into the common room with such swagger someone would assume that this was his childhood home. ‘We’ve been looking bloody everywhere for you two.’ Sirius said, ‘We thought you were getting it on in the bathroom-’ 
‘Guys!’ Remus cried, ‘Can you get the hell out!’ The marauders stopped laughing. ‘Alright mate no need to yell.’ Peter said, pushing up his sleeves. 
‘We’re in the middle of something.’ Remus said, lowering his voice. ‘So get out. I’ll see you guys later.’ James, Sirius and Peter shrugged and picked up their stuff, ‘Whatever. Later.’ James said, shutting the door behind him, leaving you and Remus in quiet peace once more. ‘Sorry.’ Remus apologised. ‘What were you going to say?’ You smiled through the tears that were still falling down your face. ‘Um. I’ve -uh- been failing all of my papers.’ You said, which made you start to sob once more. ‘And I’ve just been trying so damn hard but nothing I do is working and it feels like life is falling apart piece by piece and I can’t do it anymore.’ You cried, looking away from Remus because through the tears you were embarrassed to be telling him this. ‘Hey don’t say that!’ Remus said, ‘School and assignments and grades don’t matter in the long run!’
‘Yes they do-’
‘No! They don’t.’ He said seriously. ‘Because you’re smart-yes you are!’ He said, seeing the look on your face. ‘And McGonagall and Dumbledore and every other teacher in this school will give you great references. I promise you. And before then, I’ll help you study. Heck, I’ll make a polyjuice potion and do all your tests for you.’ He cried, making you laugh. ‘But everything is okay, I promise you. You’ll get through school and in ten years from now you’ll look back on this and laugh.’
‘You promise?’ You said, looking up at him.
‘I promise.’ He said, kissing you on the top of the head. ‘In ten years we’ll be sitting in a house with our twelve kids and farm and we’ll laugh so hard that tears will come. In fact in ten years you’ll look exactly as you do now.’ He said, referencing to your eyes which were still glassed over. ‘Twelve kids, huh?’ You said, sniffing. ‘More or less.’ Remus winked.
‘Thank you.’ You said, bringing back the serious tone. Remus nodded, kissing your forehead again. ‘It’s my job.’  A noise coming from the window made you both look towards in time to see a stone fly up and make the same noise as it collided with the glass. A few more and you sighed. ‘You should go, your men need their leader.’ You said. 
‘I am not their leader.’ Remus laughed. 
‘Yeah well where would they be without you?’ 
‘Honestly it scares me to think about.’ He grinned. ‘But they can wait.’ He cuddled you into him. ‘I love you. You’re going to be okay.’ He whispered. You smiled, feeling your eyes well up again. 
‘Yeah I hope so.’ 

Love, Luck & Healing - fic

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, bit of Clark Kent, Jon Ken and Damian Wayne
Summary: He and Clark were awfully lucky to have the children they did.
A/N: This is basically plotless smoop? There’s no point to this. I’m okay with that. Alfred slept at some point. Jon probably cries and sleep-rambles half the day to Clark. Dick ends up grumpily climbing into bed with Bruce and Damian when he finds out Alfred stole Damian away. Bruce keeps his promise to Alfred and Damian is flustered and embarrassed about it for like, one hundred years. Dick gets his fucking family brunch, don’t you worry. 


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