it's like he's squeezing himself at first

First.

I love your stories ! Are awesome ! HONESTLY, can you do one that the reader is virgin and Daryl gets all fluff and careful cause he really loves her ? Pleaseeee

I hope you like it! 💕  


You were lying on the couch of your house in Alexandria, with your feet crossed over the armrest and your hands under your head. It had been a long day trying to take the walkers away from the gates of the community.

The front door swung open and you saw Daryl come in. You had been dating for a couple of months before you arrived to Alexandria, and having a house all to yourselves was nice to have some privacy.

“Hey”, he greeted when he saw you and threw himself next to you on the couch.

“Hi”, you giggled and started playing with his hair. It had been a long, stressful day for him as well, and he wanted to release some tension.

He got on top of you and placed his hands on either side of your head, he kissed your nose and then your cheeks, making them pink. You giggled and he finally kissed your lips. You put your hands on his neck and curled a strand of hair around your forefinger.

He groaned and took your lip between his teeth, you felt him inhaling sharply and moaning as he exhaled, his hand cupped one side of your face and brought it closer to his to deepen the kiss.

Then that hand began to caress your cheek, it moved down your neck and chest, then he finally set it on your waist. You kept kissing him and bringing his face closer to yours with your hand as you ran your fingers through his hair.

He took his lips away from yours and pecked your chin, then your neck and your chest, then he kept going down and leaving kisses on your body over your shirt until he arrived to the hem of it and left a kiss on your bare skin, above the waistband of your jeans.

You felt a tingly sensation, it was pleasant, yet you pulled his head away because you also felt a twinge of fear.

“What’s wrong?”, he raised his gaze to look at you, he was frowning.

“Nothing”, you shook your head and forced a smile. You were a little scared, but you also knew that you were ready for that step in your relationship.

Daryl kissed you there once more and then unbuttoned your jeans. He started pulling them down your legs hurriedly and touching your skin with his fingers. You moaned lowly, but still felt your legs shivering.

He grasped one of your thighs strongly and pushed it to the side to place himself eagerly between your legs. That was when you jolted and tried to put your knees back together but he was already there.

“Wait, wait”, you raised your hands and pressed them against his chest.

“What?”, he asked, confused.

“I-I-I’m a.. a…”, you stuttered nervously and blushed wildly. “I’m a virgin.”

You whispered the last word, but judging by the color your face had taken and the way your lips trembled when you spoke, he understood what you meant.

“What?”, he repeated. “How?”

“Well, I’ve never-”

“Yeh, I get it”, he shook his head. “Uh, alright.”

Daryl started getting off of you, you knew he was getting uncomfortable, and you missed the warmth of his body pressed against yours.

“But I… want to”, you said as grabbed his hand to pull him back on you, but it slid away from yours. “So let’s.”

“Nah, we don’t have to”, he sat on the edge of the couch, with his back to you.

“I want you, Daryl”, you placed your hand on his back. There was something about your voice that turned him on, or maybe it was the fact that you had never been with another man, or perhaps that you were telling him that you wanted him.

“I don’t wanna hurt you or something”, he said.

“I trust you”, you murmured. Daryl stood up and turned around, he grabbed each of
your ankles with his hands and pulled you closer, then he grabbed your legs and lifted you up from the couch.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and held on to his shoulders as he carried you upstairs.

“What are you doing?”, you asked between little laughs.

Daryl looked into your eyes and said, “I’ll be careful.”

Once you reached the bedroom, he softly placed you on the bed, you were facing the ceiling.

He climbed on the bed on top of you, but he wasn’t fast and wild as he had been downstairs. His movements were tender and calm.

You were nervous, but also eager to be with Daryl in the only way that you hadn’t yet. He was so sweet, and he looked so good when he was wearing only his underwear for bed, and when he was asleep with a couple of locks covering his face. Now you were in that same bed, laying on your back and with your jeans on the floor, downstairs, on the living room.

Daryl stood right before the bed, staring at you with a gentle look. His eyes were taking everything in, he pulled the pale blue of them to your chest and watched how you breathed, he could tell you were wary but he knew you weren’t lying when you said you wanted him. He bent over and made a path with his fingers from your ribcage to your belly button.

You giggled and gazed up at him. He seemed so worried yet just as eager as you were. He pulled your shirt off slowly and fixed his eyes on your breasts. He bit his lip and hurriedly proceeded to pull your panties down.

“You’re perfect”, he said as he climbed on top of you and locked his eyes on yours, his fingers were combing your hair softly. You blushed a light shade of pink at his words, he had said that to you hundreds of times but this was the first one that he said it while every naked inch of you was caged underneath his warm body.

You pulled his face down so you could kiss him, and as his lips fell on yours, his hand wandered down your hair and settled on your chest. Daryl cupped one of your breasts and a hum left your lips as he started to massage it gently.

His wet lips tickled your neck with each kiss he left there, you moaned as he nibbled on the sensitive skin and his thumb drew circles around your nipple.

Daryl let his body fall slowly over yours and you felt his hard member settling between your thighs, which made you jump slightly. He left two more tender kisses on the crook of your neck and you arched your back, slowly starting to grind against him.

He groaned as he felt your arousal on his hardness, he couldn’t wait anymore to have you right there in that moment, but he needed you to let him know once more that you wanted it as much as he did.

“You sure?”, he asked and looked right into your eyes. You blinked and took a deep breath before answering.

“Yes.”

Daryl grabbed each of your thighs with his rough hands, yet his fingers were soft on your skin as he positioned himself right at your entrance. He suddenly pushed himself forward and entered you. A low cry escaped your throat as you felt how the head of his cock made its way through your folds, it was slightly painful but you didn’t want him to stop.

You bucked your hips up subconsciously, and felt how he went deeper, you breathed rapidly with the sound of your heart beating loudly in your ears as you pushed your head deep into the pillow and rolled your hips, which was driving Daryl crazy.

He had imagined how the first time you were together would be like, and in his mind it had always been wild and naughty; keeping himself calm for you was too hard for him.

Daryl squeezed one of your thighs and pushed it over his waist, you wrapped the other one around his waist and he started thrusting faster into you. You had to slam your hands on his back to stay steady, and your nails sank deep into his skin, leaving little crescents on his back.

“Daryl… Daryl… Daryl”, you panted his name repeatedly with a shaky and barely audible voice, he kept rocking his hips back and forth and sinking his fingers into your thighs deeper with each thrust.

He was no longer as gentle as he had been when he started, but you didn’t want him to, anyway. It felt so good to have his cock inside you that you wanted him to keep going until it didn’t hurt anymore.

He finally came within you, collapsing over your body as he twitched his end inside of you. You felt his breath on your neck and your own ruffled the hair that had fallen over his sweaty face.

“How was that?”, he asked in a playful tone with a grin. You laughed and pushed him off of you, he rolled on his side to lay next to you.

“Amazing”, you answered between breaths. “Is it always like that?”

You looked at him with wide eyes and full curiosity, you wanted to be with him in every way and style possible. He laughed at your question and looked at you with a smirk.

“You liked that?”, he arched an eyebrow. “That was nothing.”

Daryl said and climbed back on top of you.

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Ima be that person and... Alright I'll leave you alone - tuckington?

“Did you know?”

Washington turns to see Tucker framed in the doorways, his hands curled into fists. The new armor he wears makes Washington feel automatically uneasy, to see the domed helmet of his friend Maine and his monstrous parter the Meta on someone else’s head. He dismisses the pair of foot soldiers he’d been lecturing and starts to walk off the field, slowly, expecting Tucker to follow.

“Did I know what?” he asks, though he has his suspicions.

“Epsilon’s plan to kill himself. Again.” Tucker is keeping up, his voice low and aimed to injure. “Did you know?”

“I didn’t,” he says.

“Would you have told me if he had?”

That one isn’t as easy to answer. And it doesn’t get any easier when Tucker grabs his shoulder and spins him around.

“I said,” and even though Washington knows that Tucker is’t really the Meta, he can clearly hear Omega through his voice, “would you have fucking told me?”

Off guard, Washington reverts to regulations. “If it was important, I–”

Tucker shoves him away and storms off; alarms are starting to go off in Washington’s brain, echos and parallels of the corrupting influence of the original AIs, and he all but jobs to catch up.

“Tucker, you know I’d never–”

“No, I don’t,” and his only warning is the buzz of the sword but its enough to jump back before he loses a limb. “I don’t know fuck all about what to expect from you anymore. Or anyone. You stupid,” Tucker’s voice cracks, and he spins to slash at the nearest object, a set of old Warthog tires that squeal and sizzle under the plasma blade, “fucking Freelancer pieces of shit. Both of you. All of you.”

“All right,” Washington says slowly, completely lost, “I’ll leave you alone for right now. I’ll come back a little later and we can–”

“No you won’t.”

Tucker plunges his blade one last time, as deep as he can, into the heap of molten rubber and kills the blade. His shoulders are shaking, and Washington sees the flash of multicolored AI hover at the back of his head; purple, then yellow and pale cyan. 

“You’ll never come back. I– we– nobody every comes back to Blue Team once they leave. We’re not worth it to them.”

“Church,” Washington breathes in the silence. “You’re not upset about Epsilon. You’re upset about losing Church.”

“Three times, man,” he says; fragile and fallible and yet still so goddamn strong. “Three times, he had a choice, and never once has he picked us.”

Washington approaches Tucker with caution, laying a hand gently on his shoulder and coaxing him away from the melting tires. “Have you let Grey check you out, yet?”

“Not that I know of, but who could resist these buns and thighs, huh?” It’s the first he’s sounded like himself since the end of the Hargrove mission, and Washington finds their fingers laced together as they walk. He can’t really say he doesn’t like it, either.

“Let’s go see how she’s doing, okay?”

“Okay, Washington,” Tucker says, and squeezes his hand.

Fic Rec list 2017 - Week 1
Eric/Jack - Check Pleaseevery long-lost dream (led me to where you are) (6800 words) by PorcupineGirl
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, background ransom/holster, past jack/kent - Relationship
Characters: Eric Bittle, Jack Zimmermann, John Johnson, everyone is there a tiny bit
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, sometimes they play hockey, Head Injury, Jack doesn’t like himself very much, runs parallel to year 1 canon, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Blood
Summary:

But when he looks down, the world comes to a halt for the second time in five minutes.

Because his fingers are smeared not with bright red, but with dark bluish-purple.

Jack finds his soulmate in the middle of a hockey game, concussions make it hard to have life-changing conversations, and Johnson is the best way to end a fic.

Don’t Write Yourself Off Yet (6495 words) by PorcupineGirl
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, very brief eric bittle/others
Characters: Eric Bittle, Jack Zimmermann
Additional Tags: Demisexuality, Demisexual Character, demi bitty, Coming of Age, this fic starts when bitty is 12 and involves his thoughts about his sexuality as a young teen, with very brief non-graphic mentions of masturbation, and kids bragging about sex they probably did not have, No Underage Sex, but an exploration of, Adolescent Sexuality, Kid Fic, Canon Compliant
Summary:

Eric is twelve when he asks his mama what a crush feels like.

He’s thirteen when he starts to think maybe it’s different for him.

He’s twenty before he decides that that’s okay.

hit me baby one more time (8114 words) by Springsteen
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann
Characters: Eric Bittle, Jack Zimmermann, Larissa “Lardo” Duan, Shitty Knight, Chris “Chowder” Chow
Additional Tags: Fluff, Alternate Universe - Bakery
Summary:

The facts were these: Eric Bittle owned a pie shop, Jack Zimmermann played professional hockey, and an early morning encounter had slightly painful and entirely unforeseen consequences. (This is not a pushing daisies au, but there is an adorable tiny blonde character, a tall awkward dark-haired character, and a bakery.)

To Even Fall (5636 words) by perihelionic
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Shitty Knight & Jack Zimmermann
Characters: Eric Bittle, Jack Zimmermann, Shitty Knight, Chris “Chowder” Chow, Derek “Nursey” Nurse, William “Dex” Poindexter, Coach Hall, Coach Murray
Summary:

Sometimes Bitty sleeps in Jack’s bed. It’s not a thing, until it is.

Odd Man Rush (5606 words) by Lexie
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann
Characters: Eric Bittle, Chris “Chowder” Chow, Jack Zimmermann, Shitty Knight, Larissa “Lardo” Duan, William “Dex” Poindexter, Derek “Nursey” Nurse
Additional Tags: Unrequited crush (OR IS IT??)
Summary:

“Chowder, my son: we’re gonna get you hammered, you fuckin’ beaut.”

“I don’t know if that’s the best idea,” Bitty says dubiously, looking at the back of Chowder’s dejected head.

“Bits, it’s Haus tradition!” Shitty exclaims, warming to his subject. He’s probably about five seconds from striking a Captain Morgan pose with his foot on a chair. “It’s got to be done!”

“Okay,” Chowder says, unexpectedly. He bolts upright. There is a gigantic red mark on his forehead from the table. “Yeah, okay! Let’s get hammered!!”

Ransom/Holster - Check PleaseProper Date Manners (6971 words) by sunshineinthestorm
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Adam “Holster” Birkholtz/Justin “Ransom” Oluransi
Characters: Adam “Holster” Birkholtz, Justin “Ransom” Oluransi, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: the OFCs are dating each other, because female/female relationships are the only thing omgcp lacks, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Adam doesn’t realize it’s mutual pining until the end though, Because that’s how these things work, Fake/Pretend Relationship, plus sushi and ice cream and jane austen, honestly what more could you want
Summary:

It wasn’t the way Holster had envisioned finally getting a date with his d-man partner.

(Not that he’d ever envisioned getting a date with his d-man partner, because what they had was fucking good enough already, and it wasn’t like romantic relationships were any better or worse than platonic ones, or any more important, and he was happy with Ransom as his best friend, he really was, and he didn’t need anything else.)

It wasn’t the way Holster had envisioned finally getting a date with his d-man partner, but it was fun anyway.

While trying to be a good bro and help his best friend get over his recent breakup with March, Holster accidentally sets them up on a double date with two girls who are already dating… each other.

What is the correct response to this revelation?

Fake dating. Obviously.

Bookmarker’s Notes:

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how to not fall in love with your best friend + other holiday activities (7404 words) by quidhitch
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Adam “Holster” Birkholtz/Justin “Ransom” Oluransi
Additional Tags: slowest of burns, fluffy fluff fluff, also if u know me irl ur not allowed to read this lolol, its not v explicit but like…….for me it is lololol
Summary:

When Ransom meets Adam Birkholtz for the first time he’s wearing a t-shirt that’s half a size too small for him, jeans that are worn out in the ratty way, and Birkenstocks that look about a thousand years old. His glasses are crooked on his nose and he introduces himself with a loud, booming laugh even though Ransom hasn’t said anything particularly funny. Ransom thinks it’s the kind of laugh that moves mountains, full and round and beautiful.

“Everyone calls me Holster,” Adam says, squeezing Ransom’s hand before he lets it go.

“Cool,” Ransom’s smile back is a reflex, the easiest, most natural response to Holster’s toothy grin. “I’m Ransom.”

“Sick nickname,” Holster tosses an arm around Ransom’s shoulder’s without warning. He is very large and very warm, and his breath smells like cinnamon. “You know what, Ransom? I think we’re gonna be tight.”

Ransom laughs, it rises up in him fast and urgent, like excess happiness spilling from his lips, “sure, bro. Whatever you say.”

someone as good for me as you (7056 words) by ninjee
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Adam “Holster” Birkholtz/Justin “Ransom” Oluransi
Characters: Justin “Ransom” Oluransi, Adam “Holster” Birkholtz
Additional Tags: Future Fic, ransom deals with his anxiety a lot in this but he’s Trying, Ransom is a coral reef
Summary:

“So tell me,” Justin’s mother says, all business, “is your boy going to propose?”

“What, Jack?” Justin says, and doesn’t really think much of it, because his mother eats up the details of Jack and Bitty and JackandBitty like Holster eats up rom-coms.

His mother sighs, and he can practically hear her rolling her eyes. “No, baby, I meant Adam.”

Enjolras/Grantaire - Les Miserablesthis is fact not fiction (28842 words) by Rianne
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types, Les Misérables - Victor Hugo
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Enjolras/Grantaire, Combeferre/Courfeyrac, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Joly/Bossuet Laigle/Musichetta, Cosette Fauchelevent/Marius Pontmercy, Bahorel/Feuilly
Characters: Enjolras (Les Misérables), Grantaire (Les Misérables), Courfeyrac (Les Misérables), Combeferre (Les Misérables), Éponine Thénardier, Joly (Les Misérables), Bossuet Laigle, Musichetta (Les Misérables), Cosette Fauchelevent, Marius Pontmercy, Feuilly (Les Misérables), Jean “Jehan” Prouvaire
Additional Tags: Asexuality, Asexual Character, Trans Male Character, Trans Character, Non-Binary Jean Prouvaire, Depression, Anxiety, Disability, Disabled Character, Diabetes, LGBTQ Character of Color, Bets & Wagers, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Presents, Developing Relationship, Pining, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Gender Dysphoria, Friends to Lovers
Summary:

“How about this,” Grantaire told Combeferre. “You have to give Courfeyrac a gift for every day of the Twelve Days of Christmas. December twenty-fifth till January fifth. And when he figures out that it’s you, which he inevitably will, you lose the bet and you have to ask him out.”

Combeferre bit his lip, eyes narrowed as he thought the proposal through. “On one condition,” he said after a moment.

“What’s that?”

“You do the same.”
Combeferre and Grantaire enter a bet. Even though it lasts only twelve days, the consequences are far greater than they could ever have expected.

Poe/Finna city built on water (13668 words) by Deputychairman
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Poe Dameron/Finn
Characters: Leia Organa
Additional Tags: First Time, diplomacy and bureaucracy will save the galaxy, Finn is good at more than fighting, but he is also very good at fighting, salt n pepper undercut Poe, a space!motorbike, Swimming, and sex on the beach
Series: Part 1 of a peace without victory
Summary:

things that happen after the war: diplomacy, bureaucracy, sex

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We’re Still Here

words: 2121

*Walks into the HP fandom two years late with Starbucks* Well, here I am for the deanmus ship week with your usual cliche post-battle reunion fic. Hope you guys enjoy it!

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Dean stumbles over the rubble of the castle, tripping as his ankle twists over the uneven terrain. He kicks his feet out as he walks, debris flying forwards with each stride, the sound of rock clacking against rock snapping in his still ringing ears. He looks down the mountain of shambles he’s trying to descend, other students hovering around the base, trying to salvage whatever bodies they can fish out from beneath the remains of the school walls. 

He had climbed his way to the top to get a view of the courtyard, the battle’s ruthlessness leaving massive stretches of the school walls open and broken. The remains of the crumbled walls created a perfect point to survey the school grounds, only taking a few minutes of unsteady footholds to get to the top. He had spent his time there with a hand above his eyes to shade against the glaring sun, finally rising after the hell of battle. It brought with it the welcome feeling of respite, the dregs of students made fighters finally able to breathe a justified and earned sigh of relief. He had scanned over the span of the horizon, watching straggling wixes going about to clean up the mess, sometimes entire pieces of broken stone rising up and back into place, slowly but surely bringing the structure of Hogwarts back to its pristineness.

Even as high up as he had been, Dean has no luck in his search, the familiar mess of sandy hair nowhere to be seen among the wreckage.

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The Price of Admission

Imagine having sex with Benny after the diner closes. 
Summary: Benny knows he shouldn’t do this, but he can’t help how much he wants her.
Rating: NC-17
A/N: So. Originally. This was supposed to be: Imagine having sex with Benny on the diner floor. Benny had other ideas. Whoops. 

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66 REASONS TO LOVE ARMAAN. 👑❤

“Main duniya bharr ki tarifien tere sajde main laayaa hoon” I hope you read this! Took quite some time to write. :)

1. He has an amazing voice. This isn’t really debatable, but if you’re going to argue with me on it, go back and listen to Main Rahoon Ya Na Rahoon.

2. “Nothing makes a woman feel more like a girl than a man who sings like a boy.” - Pitch Perfect! He makes US feel amazing.

3. His acoustic performances are beyond compare. They make every song beautiful (referring to Acoustically Me!)

4. He’s like really, really, really good looking. He’s so pretty, it hurts.

5. He cares about all his #Armaanians (all 125K on Instagram, 39K on Twitter, 1M on Facebook)

6. He’s inspiration for coining the acronym LYTTE. (Love You Till The End)

7. He’s crazily talented at playing the guitar too. (Who doesn’t love a guy who can play the guitar?!)

8. He’s basically an angel sent from God to make this world a better place by #Armaanising people through his angelic voice.

9. His smile. :) how can someone not adore his cheek to cheek smile?! 😻

10. He dances so well. He even has beat in his feet. 💃

11. His hair. Its always as perfect as his voice. ❤

12. Through divine power, his eyes alone are able to spell bind another human. 😍😏

13. Even though he has abs (which are so distracting btw😍) he has a REALLY REALLY REALLY FAT HEART.

14. He’s so close to his familia(including Handsome duhh) and doesn’t shy away from showing his love publicly.

15. “You are what you are as a direct result of what you do” - Armaan Malik. He continues to spread the message that no dream is too big and anything is possible if you stay dedicated.

16. ALL HIS MUSIC COLLABORATIONS with various artists. He knows how to switch up his style to bring us new music. 💕 (Still waiting for a collab with Ed Sheeran - it’ll happen, I know)

17. Daily hearing Wajah Tum Ho has good effects on the listeners health. Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing - listening to Wajah Tum ho is definitely one.

18. ADRENALINE RUSH. Its the feeling you get only from listening to a Prince AM song. Its addictive.

19. His voice basically feels like a warmmmmmmmmm hug.

20. GET READY TO GET REJUVENATED IN 4MINS OR LESS. You listen to his songs, get transformed to another place and when you stop, its like you have a new soul.

21. EVERY SONG IS AMAZING. I DONT SIMPLY OBSESS OVER ARMAANS SONGS BECAUSE I AM AN ARMAANIAN. I AM AN ARMAANIAN BECAUSE I SIMPLY OBSESS OVER HIS SONGS. There’s a difference. 💖

22. Beautiful face + cutest & sweetest personality. 👌

23. Selfies. He loves them. We love him. I love that I have an endless supply of perfect pictures I can drool over all day. 💅

24. He’s caring, loving and the most humblest person ever. 💞

25. His pudgy lips☺☺

26. He gives advice to his Armaanians whn we tweet him for it which is really sweet!

27. You’ll never have to take drugs because his voice is intoxicating enough. #NaturalHigh 🚬

28. REASON NUMBER TWENTY EIGHT: You can listen to his cover of #JeenaJeena and just pretend he’s singing to you! Guilty pleasures. 😽

29. He may act all bad boy-ish on the outside but on the inside he is probably the most sweetest person you’ll know. 💞😭

30. He cares about his #Armaanians

31. His style is immaculate. HE LOOKS GOOD IN EVERYTHING, LITERALLY.

32. Love Armaan and you’ll always have a reason to feel proud. He has so many trophies, I’ve lost count. Super proud of Chukki :’)

33. Everyone loves a nice person. Acc to Urban Dictionary, a nice person is one who is kind and caring BASICALLY ARMAAN. 😏

34. Those ARMS. 💪 they were made for two things; holding his guitar and holding me in a close lovers embrace (ok maybe not the second reason but.. Yeah)

35. He posts a picture biting his lip and life is over.

36. He’s achieved so much. I think he’s the first singer in India to sing so many songs at such a young age.

37. He was the cutest little baby. 💋💋

38. His deeeeeeeep & inspirational thoughts.

39. He’ll make you love old songs, you hardly heard before. 👵 (Chand Chupa Baadal Main)

40. Because his presence of Indian Idol Jr. Made us wanna cry! He’s so cute and adorable with little children😇

41. The way he sings “lejaunga saaanse churaake” makes us fall on the nearest object or ground to recover from sudden loss of breath. He makes us breathless yet feel alive.
42. He never gets/got bogged down by the haters. When ppl told him not to sing and he believed in himself.

43. DUBSMASH PRINCE ALERT. His dubsmash videos have a way to make anyone’s day. Your day will go from 0 to 100 real quick. 💨💯

44. He’s basically a triple threat; not only can he sing and dance but he is also blessed with ridiculously good looks.

45. He’s so modest. Maybe he doesn’t own a mirror or something but for some mind-boggling reason he doesn’t think he’s all that and a bag of chips like we do.

46. He gets excited easily. Remember when ‘Team Armaan Malik’ happened for the first time. Awwwwwww.

47. The way he looks in his superman tank. TOO MANY FEELS.

48. “The one good thing about good music is that when it hits you, you feel no pain” - Bob Marley. Not only does his song give us no pain but its also the best painkiller.

49. He loves food and we love him for it. He can also cook himself!

50. The feeling we get when we see something so cute and cuddly that we want to squeeze and cuddle it actually has a name. It’s called “cute aggression”. He definitely gives us that.

51. His stage presence. He puts everything into each song and it shows how passionate he is about his singing.

52. He is an animal lover. He has love for animals and speaks up for them. 💕

53. The way he loves Amaal sooooooo much. So much so that his award winning speeches are all for him. :’)

54. He’s so polite in all his interviews and he speaks very sweetly.

55. His laugh in his interviews. It just makes my day. His laugh makes me laugh even when nothing is funny. 😂😂

56. He has his own website; armaanmalik.me

57. The first picture in “Official Photoshoots” in the Gallery segment of his website.

58. He probably smells really good. 💞

59. He truly shows us “sab kya kahein kyun ho parwah koi, bekar baatein main sunta nahin” He always encourages us do what we feel.

60. He’s a Prince. 👑 He’s Prince Charming. 💞🙈

61. He makes me so happy and soooooo hyper. I was a completely normal person before becoming an Armaanian and now there aren’t enough o’s to be added at the end of so to describe how hyper I am.

62. Not only does he sing extremely well, he also writes songs and his lyrics are so relatable and full of emotion. THEY MAKE SENSE ALWAYS.

63. He’s intellectual:)

64. Your mom probably loves him too and your dad too.

65. His enthusiasm for his work. Armaan is always excited to perform on stage or do interviews. I love how dedicated he is to his work. #Inspirational 🙌

66. And also he loves what he does and everybody else loves what he does cause he’s Armaan Malik and he is literally perfection

@armaanmalik22 bas itna hai tumse kehna.. ❤

Can you make an imagine were jack g finds out your pregnant and have it skip to a few years when the baby is born???

“Ethan! Get over here now!” You yelled as your 3 year old son tried to run out into the parking lot of the play ground you were at. You were visiting your parents who lived in Omaha, where you once lived until you split your relationship up with the father of Ethan. You could still remember the day clearly. *almost four years ago* “Oh my god” you whispered quietly as a single tear fell. You stared in silence at the pregnancy test that showed two pink lines, indicating that you were in fact, pregnant with Jack Gilinsky’s baby. After a good twenty minutes of crying you picked up your phone and called Jack. After four rings you got his voicemail, making you cry even harder. You and jack had only been together for ten months. A baby would ruin everything. His career, your chance of college, and even your relationship with Jack, his family, and your friends. You decided to call Jack Johnson, praying he’d be with Gilinsky. To your surprise, your boyfriend answered instead. “Hello?” He asked into the phone. You suddenly froze. Why couldn’t you tell him? No words came out as you stared wide eyed at the wall in front of you as you held in your breath. “Hello?” He asked again with more annoyed tone. “Jack..” You whispered in the phone. “Y/n? ” he questioned with confusion as to why you were calling jack Johnson. “Y/n are you okay?” He asked with a worried tone considering you weren’t speaking. “I’m… ” you stuttered before freezing again, suddenly becoming anxious. “Y/n what’s wrong? No I’m coming over I’ll see you on a few” he said before he hung up. “No no no! ” you panicked as you stood from your bed, a huge knot growing in your stomach. ‘How am I going to tell him!?’ You thought to yourself as you paced the room. Quicker than you hoped, both Jack’s showed up to your house, Gilinsky letting himself in. “Y/n ? ” Gilinsky yelled as he ran up the stairs to your room. You jumped slightly as your bedroom door slung open, a breathless Jack running in, Johnson not far behind. “Y/n ! Oh my god you had me worried sick” he exclaimed as he put you in a tight squeeze. “Why’d you call like that? I thought you were hurt! I didn’t - have you been crying?” He questioned as he stared at your red puffy eyes. “Jack I’m pregnant” you cried out. Now it was Jack’s turn to be frozen and at a lost of words. He stumbled back as he let go of you, his hand slowly finding its way to his mouth. “No… No its not possible…” He said more to himself, but he knew it was true. You guys were inseparable, he was your first. He knew it was his child. “Jack what am I going to do!? I’m scared” you cried out stepping towards him but he took another step back. “You’re scared? If the public find out, my career is ruined!” He yelled. “Jack calm down ” Johnson said placing a hand on Gilinsky’s shoulder but Gilinsky just shoved him off. “What am I suppose to do Jack? She’s having MY child. Everything we’ve worked so hard for is going to be ruined. It will have been for nothing!” Gilinsky argued. You sobbed loudly, knowing where he was going with this. Johnson shook his head as he looks at your boyfriend with disbelief. “Jack we have true friends who will stick by our side no matter what, you can’t leave her! You helped make that child!” He tried to reason but it obviously wasn’t working. “I’m not ready to be a father!!” He yelled loudly. Shutting both you and Johnson up. Gilinsky then turned around looking at you. “I’m sorry Y/N… But I can’t be a father just yet.” And with that he let himself out of your room, down the stairs and out of your house. *present time* You hadn’t spoken to Jack since that day. They rest of the guys checked up on you here and there but by the time the baby was born they had forgotten about you. Fans eventually moved on, not knowing you were pregnant. No one knew except for the guys and your parents. You weren’t even sure if Jacks parents knew. But you had moved on, somewhat. Ethan had a lot of resemblance of Jack. He had the dark brown ryes and the crazy eyebrows, he even had that goofy yet lovable personality. Ethan asked about his father a lot lately. You didn’t blame him, all he’s ever known was your parents and a couple of friends. You raised him by yourself with the little bit of help from your parents. Jack was your last boyfriend as well so he never got to have that fatherly figure. You had worked your ass off to make him a good child, and your proud of it because ethan came to be a very handsome smart boy. “How many times have I told you to stay off of roads!” You said to the pouting boy as you brushed the dirt off of his pants. “But mommy I’m bored!” He whined. You sighed heavily. You had been so out of it considering you hadn’t been in Omaha since Ethan was born, memories had flooded back since then. “I know I know. How about we go to burger king and then we’ll go see Nana and Paps?” You suggest as you picked him up, placing him on your hips. “Do I get the crown?” He asked as you walked towards the car. You just nodded before placing him in the back seat. “Only if you’re good ” you replied back as you buckled him up. You played some music on your way to burger king while Ethan played with his toy dinosaurs. “We here?” He asked with his baby voice. “Yeah baby we are” you replied as you parked the car. As you struggled to get Ethan out of the car seat, you heard familiar voices near the building. You quickly glanced behind you to see the one and only Jack Gilinsky. His arm was around a girl and jack Johnson, Sammy and his girlfriend, and Nate were following behind. You felt your heart ripping into shreds as you watched him flirting with the girl. Your eyes widened as Jack Johnson looked your way but before he could get a good glance at you, you looked back at Ethan before pulling him out of the car seat. You started to walk quickly, looking down hoping your hair would hide your face. You were almost inside until Ethan started screaming. “Mommy my dinosaur!!” He screamed loudly, pitching a fit. You mentally cursed as you turned around, hoping Ethan didn’t make to much if a scene and grab Jack’s attention. “Dammit Ethan” you said quietly as you picked up the toy. You glanced up to see Jack Johnson and Gilinsky looking your way this time. Your eyes widened before you almost ran into the building with Ethan’s arms and legs wrapped tightly around you. You sighed heavily with relief, a good feeling that they didn’t notice you ran through you. ” go play” you said as you sat Ethan down in the play pin part of burger Kind as you made your orders. After a good thrifty minutes of arguing with Ethan as he pitched a fit, not wanting to leave the slides, you finally made it to your parents house to see your parents cars and an unfamiliar black SUV in the driveway. “Grab your bag Ethan ” you said considering you were staying the weekend there. Ethan did as told before he ran up to you, grabbing your hand. You knocked on the door before letting yourself in. “Mom, Dad! We’re here” you yelled loudly as you set you bags down by the front door. You grinned slightly as you saw Ethan chewing on his French fries. “In the living room” your mom called. “You would not believe who I saw today mom” you exclaimed as you walked towards the living room. “I swear I saw-” you froze as you saw the person you were dreading to, sitting on the couch, looking at you. “Jack..” You whispered under your breath. “Hey Y/N” he said unsurely standing up. You looked around the room to see Sammy, Nate, Johnson, and the two girls staring at you. “What are you doing here” you spat. He ran his fingers through his hair nervously before licking his lips. “I… Well jack thought he saw you at burger king earlier so we decided to stop by and see how you were doing. ” he said, his voice shaking slightly. “You came to see how I was doing? Did it ever occur to you to stop by 3 years ago when I was carrying your child? Hell even Cameron and Nash came but you never came Jack. Ever. You left me to care for your child! You had all the money in the world but you didn’t send a dime! I had to work two jobs a night to help pay for a place, a car, and Ethan. So don’t expect me to be okay with you just ‘stopping by’. ” you yelled out, your anger finally getting out. By now your mom was shoving everyone out of the room to leave you two some privacy. “Look Y/N I know your mad, I don’t blame you. I hate myself for leaving you like that, and leaving our child to be without a father. It wasn’t fair on you or the baby. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t try to reach out to you. Around the time you had the baby, your mom called me but I was across the world and management wouldn’t let me come visit. When I did come, friends of yours told me you had moved and they had lost touch with you. Your parents said they’d have to make sure it was okay with you before they told me anything as well. But I was stupid and gave up. I should have kept pushing to see you. I should have kept pushing my managers to let me come when the baby was born. I have no excuse for what I did. But I best myself up everyday. I… I still love you Y/N… And I want to be a part of yours, and our child’s life.. If you’d let me.” He said, tears now falling from both of your eyes. You looked down at your feet. Yes Jack had done wrong for leaving. But he was back, and you secretly had wanted him back. Not just for you, but for Ethan. Ethan needed his father. And you didn’t want to be the reason he couldn’t see his father. “Jack, maybe its too early for me and you. It’ll take me time. But you can be in Ethan’s life. He is your child. He deserves his father. And i-” before you could finish your sentence, Jack’s strong arms were wrapped tightly around you. “Thank you… Thank you so much.” He said into the crook of your neck. “Wait, but what about your girlfriend?” You asked, pulling away. Jacks eyebrows furrowed together with confusion. “What girlfriend?” He asked. “Y/n, I haven’t had a girlfriend since I left you. Yeah I flirted but.. I never really wanted anyone else she’s just a friend.” he said, his arms wrapping around your waist. You couldn’t help but to blush before placing your head against his chest. “ I’d be lying if I said I had a boyfriend since you’ve left. ” you replied, making him squeeze you even tighter. “Can I see him?” He asked. You nodded before grabbing his hand, leading him to the play room where your mom had led everyone. You grinned as you saw Ethan giggling while Johnson ran his fingers up and down Ethan’s sides. “Wow, he looks so much like me” jack said softly. “Yeah he acts just like you too. He’s a pain in my ass. ” you said making Gilinsky laugh. “Ethan I want you to meet somebody” you said walking over, picking ethan up from Johnson’s lap. “Ethan, this is daddy” you said pointing him towards Gilinsky. You almost cried as you watched Ethan’s little face brighten with joy as he gasped at the news. “Daddy!?” He yelled reaching out. “Hey buddy!” Jack said grabbing ahold of Ethan. You giggled to yourself as you watched Jack hug Ethan tightly. “I’m so sorry I’ve been gone for so long but I promise I’m never going to leave again” Jack said as he held on tightly to Ethan. “Its okay daddy I just missed you!” Ethan said with such joy and delight. Maybe this would work. You officially had your own family with Jack.

charlieshuman  asked:

uh idk if you ship it, but if so anything nurseydex? if not, zimbits au where they meet because bitty is teaching jack how to cook/bake (it can be in any context). ok thank you!

jack knows, objectively, that the class ins’t a contest. it’s a cooking class. there’s not a single fucking part of it that’s a contest. it’s literally set up so that people can sign up online, pay a couple hundred bucks, and then spend every wednesday night in july and august learning how to make different kinds of dishes thanks to some cute southern guy with freckles and nice arms. it’s supposed to be to better one’s self. it’s not about–

it’s not about winning, jesus.

jack knows this, objectively, but shitty made the mistake of calling jack a fucking loser to his face, and so now jack means business.

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“Divide and Conquer” - Kurt/Blaine

Finding Blaine and kissing him in front of whoever’s watching, eating lunch together in the cafeteria, holding his hand as they walk through the halls—that’s the victory in all this, isn’t it?

Part 11 of the Cuffed Verse

~4500 words

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McKinley looks… weird.

Kurt lets out a long exhale from his cigarette, moving his pursed lips left and right, and through the smoky haze, he thinks McKinley has never looked so small. The campus has shrunk in his absence, reduced to some inconsequential little thing that fits under the soles of his Docs. Kurt has risen above it, beaten it, because everyone in school knows that three oversized cowards tried to put him back in line and failed.

The whispers and looks—mostly furtive glances, but a few have the gall to outright stare—begin as soon as he steps inside. Kurt’s wearing his default McKinley face—aloof, indifferent, bored—but he can feel a dimpled smirk growing as he makes his way through the halls. It’s exactly as he envisioned, from wide-eyed awe to the respectful nod he gets from Lauren Zizes when she passes to the impotent scowls a few of the hockey-playing douchebags throw his way. But they can’t do anything. No one can. They can’t lay a finger on him.

Kurt can hardly contain himself. All he has to do now is find Blaine.

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Starkiller Science: Chapter 18

Summary: Both Kylo Ren and Captain Ardeus Stratoveer face the wrath of the Supreme Leader Snoke as you watch from far away.  You believe that you are safe, hidden.  You are wrong.

Characters in this chapter: you/reader, Kylo Ren, Captain Ardeus Stratoveer, Snoke

Ships: Kylo Ren x reader

Word Count: 2439

Playlists:8tracks, Youtube

Regardless of the searing pain that was coursing through his body, Kylo Ren was bound and determined to personally drag Captain Ardeus Stratoveer from the snow where they had been training, down the long, metal plated halls of the base, and into the very room where Supreme Leader Snoke’s hologram could come to life before them.

“Ren, you are wasting your time!” Stratoveer complained as Kylo continued to drag him along by his upper arm.  You followed behind, only keeping up with Kylo’s long strides because he was limping.  Blood had continued to pour from the cauterised wound on his thigh that had ripped open, and it had soaked through his pants, into his boots. You swore that you could feel the hot, sticky blood in your own right boot as he walked.

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popular trope: jack gets beyonce to sing at his and bitty’s wedding

reverse trope: bitty gets stevie nicks to sing at his and jack’s wedding


they’ve had a beautiful ceremony in the backyard of jack’s parents’ montreal estate, surrounded by their friends and family. they’ve made their big entrance into the strong, old barn on the property, holding hands, bursting with joy into the rafters strung with peach peonies and fairy lights

they’ve had their toasts, cut their cake, had their first dance. jack, if he weren’t so goddamn smitten, would recognize that he’s never been this happy in his life, looking down the rest of his days with bittle by his side

everything goes quieter, attention seems to shift to the stage where the band has been playing wedding standards and pop songs, largely flying under jack’s radar. it’s then a woman in a black suede skirt and vest slides in front of the microphone. jack’s sure he’s hallucinating, high on his happiness, until bitty elbows him gently in the ribs

“well, aren’t you gonna say anything? she’s not exactly easy to book…” he teases

the woman’s voice, smooth and rich like tobacco, curls its way around their cozy crowd, warms the october air with mirth. “this one goes out to the men of hour,” she announces huskily as a guitar picks out a familiar opening line

jack can only stare, slightly slackjawed, through most of the first song until he pulls himself together enough to squeeze bitty’s - his husband’s - hand. he bends down, the great mood and few glasses of champagne enough to have him nearly nuzzling into bitty’s ear. “thank you. this is the best thing i could have asked for, besides being married to you”

bitty’s answering flush-turned-knowing-smile lets him know he’s going to have more than enough opportunity to thank his new husband later

Bros Before Ho!Ho!Hos!- Part 2: The Beta Bro

Summary: Finnick, Peeta, and Gale attend Thom and Delly’s annual New Year’s Eve bash in the hopes of sending the year out with a bang.

Part 1 can be read here or on AO3.

A/N: Rated E for explicit language and sexual situations. With many thanks to @dandelion-sunset and @jennagill for their friendship, support, and betaing skills. And to the impossibly talented @loving-mellark for, once again, making my stories look a whole lot sexier than anything I can write. I love you girls!

For @etherealfinnick. I promise you that the next chapter will be the bro you’re looking for. ;)

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AkaKuro Parents!AU -Ficlet-

I was feeling giddy this evening and had an urge to write fluff so Yami sent this really cute prompt she reblogged and I JUST AKAKURO-ED IT CUZ WOW IT IS TOO CUTE HNGH (You are free to imagine how they got their daughter because I’m not gonna go into detail on that.)

It’s really short so enjoy it as best as you can~ (PRESENTING: CLUELESS AKASHI)

It had been 44 days since their daughter entered their married life. And it took exactly 44 days,19 hours, 13 minutes and 20 seconds for Akashi to realize that he had never been with his child without Kuroko.

It was Kuroko who cradled her to stop crying, it was Kuroko who cooed at her to smile, it was Kuroko who prepared the bottled milk.

Sure Akashi was there to ‘assist’ but it was Kuroko who was the base of it all.

So what was Akashi to do with their wailing daughter with Kuroko out of the house for an emergency at the kindergarten for the first time?

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Title: Real Magic
Fandom: Ace Attorney
AU: Harry Potter AU

Summary: Based off mustachossom​‘s Harry Potter AU, which is a collaborative effort between her and her followers!!
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As soon as Phoenix’s Wrights wand had been snapped in half, he knew he didn’t belong in the wizarding world anymore. He had magical daughter, so he didn’t belong in the muggle world either.
He was alone.
Trucy was going to fix it.

Notes: I’m calling wine WINE because how much of a cop out is ‘grape-juice’, honestly. You can kill someone with their own damn fingernail but you can’t mention alcohol. God.
Also, this was written really quickly and its kinda unedited so I’m really sorry if it’s bad.
Thank you for reading!

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I Know You Will {Pt. 4}

Hi SE Readers! Here is part 4 of my SE series, it picks up right after the preview. In a lot of ways it’s the angstiest portion of the series, it’s also dialogue-heavy but I hope you guys can forgive that. I had a lot of fun writing it and I did indeed want it to be devastating so I hope I did my job, any reblogs and comments would be appreciated and nice. The links to the first three (four) parts are below:

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/137291932855/hello-are-you-there-pt-1

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/137598436035/only-if-for-a-night-pt-2

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/137728895230/whats-a-soulmate-pt-3

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/139817980385/do-you-trust-me-stelena-preview

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They love each other as deeply as two people can love each other, but that doesn’t mean that their relationship is infallible.

— Julie Plec, tvline.com

The pain was even worse than drowning; what Stefan was currently suffering through was a unique form of torment — a psychological torture that anguished his body. No. Not psychological; it wasn’t an experience his mind concocted, this wasn’t an effect of a trauma, this was happening. Memories were falling away or blurring together or disappearing entirely leaving gaps and chasms in his head that he struggled to fill, to make sense of but couldn’t; he was stricken with flashes of images, spikes of emotion so intense that his body convulsed violently. His head pounded with the turmoil and blinded him with excruciating delirium so that he wasn’t sure what was real and what was illusion, what was missing and what was still there or if he was missing anything at all; hot and cold at the same time, sweating and chilled, Stefan’s skin felt tight and feverish — like a prison entrapping him in its confines and he wanted nothing more than to break free of it. He dragged his nails across his arm, scratching with fervour, scratching with rage, like a man possessed, scratching to slash and gash and tear so that he felt himself begin to bleed, his teeth clenched with the pain and then suddenly, he felt it — a soft pressure, a gentle weight, like a hand; first on his own hand so that he stopped scrabbling and then on his scratches so that his itching was instantly soothed, his convulsions calming. Stefan exhaled deeply a number of times, squeezing his eyes open and shut in an attempt to force himself to see something real. A blurry figure. Stooped. Hunched.

           “You should go,” he said, his voice raspy. “You should go, you shouldn’t be here.”

           “Where else would I be?” Elena’s tone was soft but it was also incredulous, almost offended, and she brought Stefan’s head further onto her lap, her fingers running across his forehead, brushing away the hairs plastered against his sweat-prickled skin.

           “Elena, please,” said Stefan. “I don’t want you to—” He coughed and reached once more for his arm, itching at the rakes his nails had left before. Elena grabbed his hand again, keeping it from making contact with his skin; she touched his knuckles to her lips and then bent down to kiss the scratches on his arm. Stefan sighed, it was a slow and relieved sound, and Elena smoothed her palm over his scrapes.

           “Try not to,” she whispered; she tried to keep her voice steady but she could hear the shakiness.

           “I don’t want you seeing me like this.”

           “I don’t care,” she said. “I’m not leaving you.”

           Stefan closed his eyes, swallowing hard and then started to shiver, his teeth chattering. Elena watched him, her lips pressed together to keep from crying, and then looked up to Caroline who was sitting on one of the sofas, her elbows on her knees and her chin resting on her closed hands. She was tight-lipped and wide-eyed, staring at Stefan. A quiet Caroline. Never a good sign. Elena told herself to breathe.

           There was a creak of the floorboard and Elena turned to look in the direction of the noise; Damon and Bonnie had stepped beneath the archway. Damon tilted his head to the side in a gesture for Elena to come. She looked from him to Stefan, a tremor beneath her face.

           “It’s OK,” said Caroline, getting up from the couch. “It’s OK, I’ll watch him.”

           Elena chewed on her bottom lip, looking once more at Stefan. She kissed his forehead and slowly started to shift her position, holding his head, gently moving it back to the pillow, her hand stroking his cheek before standing up fully. She followed Damon and Bonnie into the foyer.

           “He isn’t healing,” said Elena to Bonnie. “Is that a good sign? Does that mean he’s transitioning back into a human? If we was dying he would just desiccate, right?”

           “Normal rules don’t apply here,” said Bonnie. “I spoke to the witches … they don’t even know what this is. Not really.”

           “How is that even possible?” said Damon. “They have all the answers to everything else but when it’s something that’s actually useful, suddenly they’re tapped out?”

           “Well have you ever seen anything like this, Damon? You’ve been alive for over a century, why haven’t you ever come across this?”

            “Because I’m not a witch or a warlock or a wizard, whatever the hell you want to call it. I’m not the one who came up with this.”

           “But considering that this affects you and all vampires, you would think you’d make it your business to know, wouldn’t you?”

           “Listen you little —”

           “Enough!”

           Damon and Bonnie both turned sharply toward Elena; she was standing still like she was holding her breath and her jaw was set, her eyes slit with fury.

           “I don’t have time for this. Stefan doesn’t have time for this. So I need you two to put your differences aside and FOCUS.”

           Bonnie sighed. “Elena, this magic, it’s old but the application is new. Unique even. This isn’t something witches go around doing, trust me. I don’t even think this has happened before now.”

           “And how am I supposed to believe that? Because the witches said so? How do we know that they’re telling the truth?”

           “Because …” Damon said slowly. “Because if this was something the witches went around doing, they would go around doing it. Vampires would be being purged left and right.”

           “Exactly,” said Bonnie.

           “So then …” Elena shook her head, grabbing her hair with her fists. “Who did this?”

           “Probably the same person who spelled Stefan in the locker,” said Bonnie.

           “OK but why. I don’t understand why anyone would do that to Stefan of all people,” said Elena. “It’s Stefan.”

           “Right, and knowing Stefan, it’s probably some crazy ex.”

           “Oh I wouldn’t call myself an ex, that’s so mundane.”

           Quickly, Elena, Damon and Bonnie turned to the side. Even though none of them heard the front door squeak or unlock or make any kind of noise, it was wide open and a woman was standing on the threshold, smirking.

           Elena’s lips parted. “Rosetta.”

           “Hello again, Elena.”

           Elena couldn’t do anything but stare at the woman in front of her. She’d shown up in Mystic Falls months earlier when Elena had still been a vampire and she’d shown up for Stefan. It had been the only time Elena had doubted herself in her relationship. When Katherine came back, she’d been bothered, anxious at the thought of her and him alone together but never worried that anything would happen between them; when Rebekah passed through town, Elena had been vexed, beyond irritated by the woman who dared to think she knew Stefan better. But with Rosetta … she had managed to make Elena feel small in the brief moments they interacted; Elena had been privy to Stefan’s memories of his nights with her and seeing the intensity of what they’d shared had made Elena question not her place in Stefan’s heart but the extent to which she satiated his appetite.  And now Rosetta was here. Now she was responsible. Now Elena was enraged. It was the first time since turning human that she longed for her vampirism just so she could ram Rosetta’s head through the door.  

“Wait. Hold on,” said Damon, interrupting Elena’s thoughts. He turned to her.  “Who is this?”

           “You mean you don’t know?” Elena looked at Rosetta, raising her eyebrows. “That’s how much you meant to Stefan, his own brother didn’t even know about you.”

           Rosetta laughed. “Honey, why would he know? What Stefan and I share is private, our own little secret if you will.”

           “Shared. Past tense.”

           “Is someone going to fill me in or — ?”

           “She was a witch Stefan lost his virginity to,” snapped Elena. “He met her in 1845.”

           Damon furrowed his eyebrows. “Moving past the fact that I’m mildly impressed Human Stefan was able to bag a woman as hot as you, this is a bit of an overreaction for something that probably only lasted a couple of minutes, isn’t it?”

           Rosetta pursed her lips sardonically. “Do you really want to go down that road, Damon? You spent a century pining for a woman who didn’t love you back.”

           “How do you know —?”

           “You wear your resentment of Katherine like a suit of armour, I can Read it all over you,” she said. “Besides, I wasn’t just Stefan’s first time, I was his first lover.” She rolled her tongue around the ‘er’ of the word ‘lover’. “And when I left Mystic Falls, he begged me to link him to me so that he’d be able to feel it every time we were near.”

           “He regrets ever asking you to do that,” said Elena through clenched teeth, her hands closed in fists.

           “Oh I know he does,” said Rosetta.

“Then what’s the point? Stefan said that you didn’t ‘do’ relationships, that you don’t like being tied down to one person.”

“I don’t.”

“So then why are you doing this?”

Rosetta shrugged and started trailing her fingers up the doorway, watching the movements they made along the wood. “I thought it would be interesting.”

           “You thought — you thought it would be interesting? What the hell is wrong with you?” Elena took a step forward but Damon held her by the shoulder and pulled her easily back to the spot she was about to leave.

           “You don’t have vampire strength anymore, remember?” he muttered.

           Rosetta rolled her eyes. “Ugh, children. Honestly, I don’t see what it is that Stefan sees in you. You’re so young, so righteous, you’d never be able to understand.”

           “Make me understand why you would do this to him!”

           “I’m bored, little girl. When you’ve been alive for as long as I’ve been alive, life can start to get monotonous and you have to create your own fun.” Rosetta’s eyes turned to Damon. “Ask him, he knows.”

           Bonnie and Elena turned to look at him and he shrugged. “I mean … I don’t go around torturing people—”

           “Yes you do!” said Bonnie.

           “Not for fun. I mean, I’m not going to say that I don’t enjoy it when I do it but if I do it there’s a purpose.”

           Bonnie shook her head. “There’s never a purpose to —”

           “I still don’t see why,” said Elena loudly, cutting over Bonnie. “You had to choose Stefan to do this sadistic experiment on.”

“Stefan was one of the things in my world that didn’t get boring and you took that away from me. So I thought I could find other ways to make him interesting to me.”

“You didn’t have to torture him!” said Elena.

“No but he was rude to me,” said Rosetta simply. “He made me feel unwanted.”

           “You make Katherine look like Mary Freaking Poppins,” said Damon. “Stefan really knows how to pick ’em.”

           Cries of anguish sounded from the living and blared throughout the house to the foyer, the noise ragged and rough with indescribable agony. Elena closed her eyes. “I thought you cared about him!”

           Rosetta turned to lean against the doorway. “I care about what he can offer me and if it isn’t his body then…”

           “What, it has to be his pain?” Elena took another step forward and Damon moved to block her again but she struggled against his grasp. Stefan’s screams echoed in Elena’s head, a permanent tear in her chest; the image of him weak and sick, delirious and barely conscious stirred a frenzy within her that made her entire body tremble. “Don’t you hear him?”

“I do. I hear him dying.”

Damon and Bonnie spoke at the same time. “Dying?”

“I’m not saying he isn’t fighting it. He is,” said Rosetta. “He’s fighting harder than he’s ever fought before to come back to you, Elena. And you, Damon. He’ll linger for days. Maybe even weeks. In excruciating agony. But in the end he’ll die.”

“You don’t know him,” said Elena. “He’ll break through this.”

“He won’t.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I’ll ensure it,” said Rosetta. “This entire situation is of my concoction and the minute I’m bored of watching him fight for his life, the minute I don’t get any kind of entertainment watching you and Damon and everyone else live and die with each of his coughs or convulsions, I will end it all. I have that kind of power.”

“What happened to you that this is how you use your power?” said Bonnie. “This is a perversion of magic.”

           Rosetta raised her eyebrows at Bonnie and grinned. “And using your magic to cut corners and revive the dead isn’t a perversion? The witches told me about you, Bonnie. You have Bennett ability, you might even be the most powerful Bennett yet, but you’re shutting down your own potential messing around with the natural order of things.”

           “And this isn’t messing around with the natural order of things?”

           “Stefan is a vampire. Nothing about him is natural,” said Rosetta. “I may have slowed down the aging process but I am not immortal. I’m a human. I belong here.  Personally, I don’t care. I never cared about the skirmishes between witches and vampires, I am not an orthodox witch preoccupied with the balance and nature or whatever else, but the witches aren’t punishing me for this because they are.”

           In an instant, Damon sped toward Rosetta who simply moved her eyes sideways and Damon flew backward crashing into the wall opposite the door, cracking the wood panelling, his head twisting to an impossible angle. She sighed. “Oh Damon. Forever the impulsive one,” she said. “I am nearly twice as old as Katherine and I’m a witch. You really think you could killing me would be that simple?”  

“OK,” said Elena sharply. “OK. We get it. You’re in control. You control him. You control me. You control Stefan. What do you want?”

           “Maybe what I want is to see him die.”

           “No,” said Elena. “No, that wouldn’t be interesting. Death may not always be final but it isn’t particularly stimulating either. What do you want that’s interesting?”

           Rosetta regarded Elena and then raised her eyebrow ponderously. “Stefan alone.”

           “Alone?”

           “I will let him live if you and Damon and Caroline and Bonnie, if all of you leave him alone, never go near him, never contact him. Better yet if he wakes up from his delirium in a completely new town.”    

           “WHAT?” Elena yelled. “He’s going to lose all of his vampire memories! If he wakes up in 2016 not knowing why or how he got here or even what year it is or what happened to Damon, he’s going to go mad!”

           “Which will be tremendously interesting, don’t you think?”

           Elena shook her head frantically, gesticulating wildly. “You’re insane!”

           “She’s right, that would be interesting,” said Damon.

           Bonnie and Elena snapped their heads around to look at him. “Damon!”

           “Just because I agree with the premise doesn’t mean I think we should let it happen,” said Damon, massaging his neck as he stood up. “I’m sure we can bargain.”

           “But I’m not really in the mood to haggle…”

           Stefan’s cries grew louder and Elena squeezed her eyes shut, hunching her shoulders, her heart thudding against her chest. “Please, you can’t do this to him. He meant something to you once. He had to. He means something to everyone at least once. He’s a good person, like a truly good person. What will it take for you to reconsider? What do I have to do?”  

           Rosetta considered Elena for a minute and then started pacing, swinging her arms back and forth, making clucking sounds with her tongue as she wandered. “You’ve really moved me, Elena,” she said finally. “Really, you have. I have a certain disdain for relationships, for being limited, trapped to one person, it’s really quite dull. But what you and Stefan share …” She sighed. “It’s the real thing. To be tethered to someone, to be naturally tied to them, Honest to God soulmates …  I don’t think you realize how rare that is. So.” She clapped her hands together. “To honour that, I’ll be nice. You have to let him forget you, Elena. You have to let him forget Caroline and Bonnie, Matt and Tyler and Jeremy, everyone. And he has to wake up in a new town. But —”

           “Wait a minute—”

           “Damon, shut up,” said Elena. She looked at Rosetta. “Go on.”

Rosetta smirked. “But. I will allow him one journal; one journal that you think best explains his vampirism and Damon, you only have to stay away from him for … I don’t know, ten years?”

           “Two,” said Damon.

           “Eight.”

           “Three.”

           “Fine, five,” said Rosetta. “And he gets one letter from you, one letter explaining why you aren’t with him for those five years and Elena.” Rosetta turned to her. “You get to write one line in it. OK one sentence. One sentence in the letter. But if either of you mention her, if anything in that journal mentions their relationship or if any of you try to jog his memory about the six years he spent here after meeting Elena, I will kill you, Damon, while he watches and then kill him while you watch, Elena, and then things will be really interesting. Are we understood?”

           Elena opened her mouth, her bottom lip quivering. “I’ll do it on one condition,” she said.

           “You have no leverage here and you’re giving me conditions?”

           “One condition.”

           “Alright, I’m intrigued. What is it?”  

Bonnie took Elena by the arm and pulled her to the side so that they were huddled together. “Elena, don’t do anything rash. I’m sure we can figure something out. There can be a spell or a potion, I’m getting really good with those now. There has to be something in someone’s grimoire. There’s always something.”

           Elena looked at Bonnie sadly. “There isn’t another way. Like you said, this is a unique case, no one before us has gone through anything like it. I just need him to be safe.”

           “This condition? I’m getting bored…”

           “You sever the tie you made between yourself and him. He’ll remember you from his human memories, that’s enough.”

           Rosetta smiled. “Agreed.”

           Elena looked to Damon who gave a curt nod. “OK it’s a deal,” she said.

           Rosetta grinned and then closed her eyes, taking a deep breath in. She muttered something in Latin and her entire body started to tremor, the walls began shaking, the lights began to shatter so that glass splintered everywhere, and then just as suddenly as it began, it stopped. She opened her eyes.

           “You have until the end of the day to get everything in order.”

           “The end of the day?” said Damon. “To write a letter, pick a journal out of his hundreds of journals, to get him to a new town, set him up with a bank account—”

           Rosetta quirked her eyebrow. “I’m being generous,” she said. “Don’t make me take it back.”

           “The end of the day, we understand,” said Elena quietly. “Now get the hell out.”

           “I’m starting to understand what it is Stefan sees in you,” said Rosetta, chuckling. “You’re more interesting than you look, Elena Gilbert.” She waved an ironic goodbye and then turned on her heel and sauntered out of the Salvatore Mansion.

           The minute she left, there was a whisper of speed and Caroline was in the foyer with the rest of them. “I heard everything. What do we do?”

           “We can’t risk him dying,” said Elena. “If we do anything to upset her—”

           “Or bore her,” said Damon.

           “Then Stefan dies. So we prepare. Damon write the letter and pick a journal. Make sure he talks about Lexi in it,” said Elena. “I can’t let him forget her. I won’t. Caroline, if you can make it down to the bank, it’s going to require some compulsion to get everything we need in such a short period of time. Bonnie …” Elena sighed. “Just … just see if you can find anything on how to fix this or on how to kill her or immobilize her, I don’t know anything, just in case. You can see if Matt or Jeremy want to help. Either of you.”

           “And what are you going to do?” said Caroline.

           “Be with him,” said Elena simply. “I’m going to be with him and I’m going to look up vacancies in towns close by, look up schools, look up jobs, get him set up.”

           “How are you going to do both?” said Damon.

           “It’s called the internet, Damon,” said Caroline, rolling her eyes. “Your laptop is in his room? I’ll go get it.”

           “Actually …” Elena pressed her lips together. “Could you two bring him up to his room? He should be in his bed.”

           “Of course,” said Caroline.

           Elena watched teary-eyed as everyone scrambled to action; Caroline and Damon speeding into the living room to bring Stefan up to his room, Bonnie rushing out the front door, reaching into her pocket for her cell phone, probably to call Matt or Jeremy or both. Quickly, she put her hand to her stomach in an attempt to keep herself together, to stop herself from falling apart, from giving way to the sorrow itching her to splinter her apart. She took a deep breath and remembered what Stefan had taught her the last time she was close to letting emotion overwhelm her and focused on the one thing that made her strong, that worked at keeping her fused together — the one line she would write to him in the letter:

           I know you will. I know you will. I know you will. I know you will. I know you will…

They left together...

My vision of the POI final I wrote in February 2015, when only came to fandom and seeing a maximum of 3.5 season.
The final scene looked like something like this ..

They sat on a bench under the very bridge where there was their first meeting. They sat for a variety of its edges, and huddled together sides. You could turn your head and bury his face in his shoulder, tightly squeeze the palm and fingers to twist or meet views and understand each other without words or allusions. Reese took the plate and looked at the pictures give way. His face turned pale when he saw himself lying on the ground in the snow, Finch shook him. And cried.
“- John! John, look at me. Do you hear? Look at me, please! - Harold leans over and hugs him, palms cold face. - John! Do not you dare die. I beg you, open your eyes, look at me. Are you with me. Come on, John! ”
- What is it? - puzzled he looked at Harold.
- It shows how we die, - replied quietly Finch. And John handed his phone, which was almost the same. Only on the picture of Harold Reese tried to return.
“- Finch! - John catches falling on it, Harold, and a snow-white shirt stained with bright spots of blood. - You can not die like this! I will not let you. Harold, listen to me, look at me, breathe. I’m here, I’m here. ”
- Will we die? - either agree, or asked Reese.
- Of course, John. I told you that in our first meeting. And you yourself knew that, did not you? And the fact that we are here, too, is not an accident.
Finch absently looked at the panorama of the city, as if afraid to look anywhere else. He often blinked. His lips were trembling.
- Don’t worry, Harold. It’s just a moment. I’m here.
- I know, John.
They smiled.
Rose strong wind. Finch lifted a scarf, buried in his lips missed first trimester abortion. Reese led chilled shoulders and put his hands in his pockets. Somewhere in the distance buzzed police sirens. The windows of passing cars on the bridge rang plaintively when down there, everything blew up.