its over now the music of the night

prom with yoongi

- arriving an hour late bc yoongi forgot about prom while he was taking his daily nap “yoongi when are you going to come pick me up” “for what” “prom” “oh hOLY FUCKING SH–”

- you fumbling with your corsage and yoongi gently reaching over and tying it around your wrist with his boYFRIEND LIKE HANDS “alright, now can we go?” “yeah yeah”

- taking you out to slow dance when the entire dance floor is cleared out and acting as though you were the one who dragged him to dance but secretly loving to hold you close “wah this song is so long” “we can just go back to our table now” “nah, we might as well stay the whole song” “riiiight” 

- ending the night with him taking over the DJ’s spot and playing his mixtape bc he said the music wasn’t good enough “yOONGI WHAT IS THIS” “ITS GREAT ISN’T IT” “REMIND ME AGAIN WHY I’M DATING YOU” “BC OF MY TONGUE TECHNOLOGY” half-smiling while pulling you into a kiss

Harry Styles - Best Friends Get In Fight - Imagine

[I wish I had a Harry to help me through bff fights. I’ve had plenty of them. lol Enjoy!]

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Janna needs closure

“Hey Janna,” a certain skateboard loving teen announced.

Without taking her eyes off Star or Marco, she effortlessly waved at Jackie. “Hey.”

The blonde glanced between Janna and the Starco pair. “What’re you doing?”

She waited for a response, but Janna ignored her question, watching Star highfive Marco and move closer to his seat to the point where she was leaning against her friend. The boy placed an arm over her shoulder and laughed with Star, probably over something trivial.

“Uh… Janna-”

“Those two are dating.”

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Bachelorette Day

Title: Bachelorette Day

 Prompt: @agthoven  Modern AU.  Getting married to Thorin, but during your bachelorette party, some familiar faces make an appearance.  

 Summary: You had one rule for your Bachelorette Party…no strippers.  But your maid of honor didn’t listen…she should have.  

 Warnings: Language.  Yelling. Sexual Innuendo.  Sexual Themes.  Stripping.

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Originally posted by tinysofia

I couldn’t believe that in two weeks I would be getting married to the love of my life, Thorin Durin.  We had met at the store a few years ago, there was some flirting, a horrible first date, but an amazing second one…now here we were.  

What was even more amazing was my maid of honor was able to fly in for this weekend!  I told her she didn’t have to, but she said there was no way in hell she was missing my bachelorette party.  She insisted, even though she lived eight hours away, that she would pan everything.

It had been interesting, she had so many things planned, turning it from a bachelorette party to a bachelorette day.  There was some fun things during the day, lunch and games, a paint balloon fight, movies, and it was now winding down, leaving just me and the wedding party at a friend’s house.  

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Return To Me

Emma Swan is dying. Her last remaining hope is a heart-transplant, and those aren’t easy to come by. But, as luck would have it, fate finds her worthy, and on a stormy autumn night, Emma is given a second chance at life.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Boston hospital, Killian Jones has been devastated by the sudden loss of his wife.

Inspired by the 2000 film of the same title with Minnie Driver and David Duchovny.

Author Note: Shout out to my home girls @welllpthisishappening and @bleebug for looking this over for me and being soundboards for my gushing feelings. They’re awesome.

Find on A03 here.


Chapter One.

“Care to dance, captain?”

Killian had been staring at his wife, not bothering to hide the adoring expression on his face. She’d noticed. For her part, Milah found it sweet. His eyes crinkled when he smiled, crow’s feet well-earned throughout the seven years they had been together, and nothing made her heart leap quite like the smile that reached all the way to her husband’s eyes.

He rose, gave a slight bow, and extended a hand to her. “It would be my honor, m'lady,” he said, and she laughed, shaking her head at his theatrics. She took his hand, letting him lead her to the dance floor, where a dozen couples were already swaying serenely along to an old, sweet love song.

The Boston marina had been decorated exquisitely, hardly an expense spared, for the gala that evening. Museum heads, entrepreneurs and business executives alike had all been invited to the black-tie event, whether they had donated in the past or potentially would in the future, in hopes of raising both funds and awareness for the ship restoration program Killian manned. It was his passion, and this gala was the highlight of his year, as far as his career was concerned.

His eyes flit around the room, trying to make out the faces scattered throughout the immense ballroom to see if he recognized anyone. The turnout was phenomenal. This was fortunate for him, as most of the funding for the grandiose event had come out of Killian and Milah’s own pockets. But, by the looks of things, it had been well worth it.

The marina, as expected, held a pristine view of the harbor and sea. The wall facing the ocean was nearly all window, from floor to ceiling, and as night had fallen, the effect was absolutely mesmerizing. A lighthouse in the distance flashed, and the moon cast its white light over the water, the dark waves nearly as beautiful as the stars looming over it.

Most of the lights had dimmed after dinner, once the dancing began. Only the grand, ornate hanging chandeliers spread throughout the ballroom were lit now, casting a warm glow over the guests as the dance floor began to fill.

Milah was a sucker for this sort of music, those crooning, golden voices that seemed to capture an entire era and take their listeners back to a simpler time. It made her melt, and Killian was fully aware of this. The song playing faded into one they both knew well, and Milah couldn’t help the happy little sigh that escaped her as Killian began to sing along softly for only her to hear.

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Heartbeat (Jeff Hardy X Reader)

Based on Heartbeat by Carrie Underwood

I told you all I’m trash for song based fics.

Currently working on my next AJ story. But I had this finished and waiting for editing in my drafts so I decided to edit this and post it before starting something new. 

Warnings: mentions of parent death and the emotions that go along with that.

Summary: When your mom dies your loving husband does his best to help you.

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caring | sehun

pairing : y/n x sehun [exo]

warnings : some swearing

category : kinda angsty i guess | not idol!au / korean fem!reader / hate-to-love

others : sorry this was written and is up so late, i was watching ‘spiriting away’ when you requested this. 

drabble/one-shotdrabble list : 21 : “why are you being so nice to me?” : this is the drabble request @sparkly-dragon67 first requested :)

words : 628

Originally posted by baekhyunstolemyeyeliner

there was something about sehun. something about him that didn’t like you. and you made it your task to find out what it was. 

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Love Your Voice, Hate the Attitude (2jae)

Plot: Choi Youngjae works nights as a DJ who goes by the codename Ars and likes to give friendly advice to his listeners. Im Jaebum is a famous star who happens to love listening. Fell in love with his voice. The thing is, Youngjae hates Jaebum and love. 

Genre: love/hate, don’t worry youngjae falls in love 

Requested Anonymously so I hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by defwang

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First time posting my work like this.. it’s going to hopefully be a series.. hope you enjoy it.

Author: Gotnolife7

Pairing: reader/ Yugyeom.

Rating: M for mature.

Summary: You weren’t boring, you were busy there was a difference. While you were working hard your best friends called you lame. You could be fun and you would prove it.

“I swear to God if you don’t stop trying to scratch your scalp I will shave your whole damn head,” you yelled as you swatted away the impatient boys hands, “you aren’t making me do all this work just so you can ruin it!”

Bambam groaned and let out an annoyed sigh, “It burns Noona!”, he whined as you placed a plastic cap over his head. Dark brown hair now turning a pale yellow thanks to you. He begged and begged you to bleach his hair and turn it red, so here you where cramped up in his small bathroom. The damn boy complaining when you were doing all the work.

“Thirty minutes I promise,” you chuckled as you gave everything a once over. That only made him more whiny, plump pink lips pouting.

“Yah, are you almost done? Some of us have to use this bathroom,” Mark complained, leaning against the frame. You smiled and patted Bambam’s shoulder, “all your’s, come along child,” you giggled as you made your way out of the bathroom.

It was your normal Saturday schedule, you held up in your two best friends apartment just hanging about, and of course Bambam whining. You started out friends firstly with Marks girlfriend when you just moved to Seoul, who then introduced you to the both of them, Mark quickly taking the role of big brother. That relationship however hadn’t lasted very long and neither did your and her’s friendship, your friendship with the boys however stuck like superglue.

“Don’t even know why you are complaining, you wanted this,” Mark chuckled as he plopped himself down on the sofa next to you. Bambam only rolled his eyes in response making you chuckle.

Although you had two more years under your belt Bambam had a good nine inches in height under his. People confused you as the junior and him the senior and the boys never let you live it down. It was also more embarrassing out at the bars when you would get carded left and right while he just ordered his drinks freely, no one even batting a lash.

“How much longer does that have to stay on his head? We are going out tonight,” Mark grumbled while playing with his phone. You groaned, all you wanted to do was stay in and watch some movies, the boys however had other plans. Plans that of course included drinking and girls. You certainly didn’t feel like going out and being social, fact it was the number one thing you hated most in the world. It wasn’t that you weren’t good at it, you just preferred acting as if you were well into your fifties and stay in.

“Do we have to? I don’t feel like being fake social,” you grumbled as you threw your head back against the sofa, staring up at the ceiling.

“Oh no, don’t give me that. I know you Y/n and the last time you even spoke to the opposite sex, other than us, was at least two months ago,” Mark says, eyes narrowed as he tosses his phone down next to him.

It was true, it had been a while, in all aspects. Mark however was being slightly nice, the last time you even hugged a guy that wasn’t either Bambam or him was at least eight months ago, sex on the other hand. Well hell you were pretty much a born again virgin.

“And? I’m fine? If you haven’t noticed boys don’t like me,” you sighed, Bambam letting out a snort. “I agree with that Bambam,” Mark chuckled.

Your head whipped up glaring at the both of them, “ wow, so what? You all want me to become a hoe?” you half shouted as you slapped Marks shoulder.

“You need to live a little Y/n, what are you gunna do when we get girlfriends?” Bambam says, looking genuinely concerned,“we just don’t want you to be alone.” The thought did cross your mind, the boys did date here and there but it seemed fine that you all still hung out regardless.

“I’m not guys. Seriously I’m okay,” you sighed as you looked down at your hands. As much as you hated to admit it they were right, you had been feeling kind of lonely lately, especially at night. Hell your mind seemed as dirty as a mans at this point and your hand was your only lover, however you were shy as hell. Even if a boy glanced your way you couldn’t deal. It was sad.

“No, nope. Not having this. Tonight is the night Y/n I’m serious. Finals are over, you have tomorrow off. Let loose. Just once and we will stop bugging you,” Mark started, staring you dead in the eyes, your annoyance growing. You hated being the stick in the mud but you especially hated being called the stick in the mud.

“We will even buy your drinks,” Bambam chimed in as he crouched next to Mark, all eyes on you. Something in you shifted.

“Okay fine. Fuck it,” you groaned as you raked your fingered through your hair. It was true, you needed to live a little. You could be fun, and you were going to show them that you can have fun.

It was a little past eleven thirty when the boys finally swung by your place to pick you up. You gave yourself a once over, a wicked smile spread across your now dark red stained lips. The boys were going to freak and you knew it, but tonight was the night. You were going to have fun, let loose, and hell maybe finally at least talk to a boy.

The clicking of your heeled boots against the pavement seemed to be the only sound you could hear as your anxiety grew, your fingers fidgeting with the black tennis skirt that just barely seemed to cover your butt.

“Damn Noona, you look hot as fuck,” Bambam whistled out the passenger side window as you approached the car. Score one, as uncomfortable as you felt you knew the outfit was a good idea. “Finally wearing the leather jacket I got you two birthdays ago,” Mark chuckled as he held open your door signaling you to hop in.

You knew you needed to show the full outfit to gage the reactions, if you needed to change then now was the time. With shaky fingers you unzipped the jacket letting it open to reveal the deep red lace top that clung to you like a second layer of skin.

“Well I’ll be damned. Someone’s sure as hell looking for a man tonight,” Mark chuckled as he glanced at you in the review. You inwardly sighed in relief, at least you look decent. “No ones going to mistake me for a boy tonight,” you chuckled as you played with your pixie cut hair. If you had a dollar for every time you were mistaken for a boy by some drunk idiot, you would have endless drinks for at least six months.

You arrived at the club ten minutes later, your heart hammering in your chest, you needed alcohol and you needed it now. The bouncer let the three of you in as soon as you approached the entrance which surprised you, usually you would be waiting in line for an hour or so but apparently you just needed to show a little skin and boom easy access.

“You should dress like this more often, maybe we don’t even need to buy you drinks,” Bambam laughed as he patted your back, you rolled your eyes.

“Cranberry vodka now,” you demand as you pushed the tall, now red haired boy, towards the bar. You needed liquid courage, it was the only way fun Y/n was going to come out. As soon as he handed you the pink glass you swallowed it down in one gulp.

“Easy,” Mark yelled over the music at you. You ignored him as you quickly downed a shot of tequila Bambam handed to you. The liquid burning your throats but making you feel warm and fuzzy all over.

It only took twenty minutes before the boys quickly found their prey for the night leaving you alone with your third drink. You didn’t mind however, alcohol finally doing its job of loosening your tense muscles, your hips now swaying to the beat.

“Hey you look kind of lonely pretty girl,” a gross, clearly older, gentlemen chuckled. His breath smelling of gin and cigarettes. You sighed, “no I’m fine thanks,” taking another sip from your glass. This was usually the type of males that spoke to you, ones that assumed you were a lot younger and had some kind of sick little girl fantasy.

“Oh come on now don’t be like that. Did your little friends leave you all alone? Why not spend some time with a man,” he whispered in your ear grabbing you by your wrist to pull you forward. You could feel your stomachs churning.

“Piss off! I’m clearly not interested!” you yelled trying to break his hold which seemed to grow tighter, you knew you would have a bruise tomorrow. Suddenly you felt an arm wrap around your waist pulling you backwards into a hard but warm surface.

“Kindly take your hands off my girl,” an angelic voice growled behind you, a shiver running down your spine.  You could feel heat rising in your cheeks, it sure as hell wasn’t one of the boys. The older man only glared before he let go and took off. You turned to face your savior, their arm still wrapped tightly around your waist. Without heels you are a small five foot, with heels however you were a good five three average height yet when you turned all you saw was a very pale white neck. You craned your neck up, you could feel your eyes grow nearly popping out of the sockets.

Warm brown eyes staring into yours as you scanned down his whole face, making note of the small mole just below his eye, staring all the way down to the pair of plump soft looking pink lips now forming a smile, your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could feel it.

“You alright shorty?” he chuckled, arm wrapping slightly tighter around you. Breath, you needed to breath but your lungs seemed to be failing you.

You meekly nodded taking in a shaky breath. He chuckled, you could feel the vibration. Taking another breath you slightly came to your senses and took a step backwards, his arm dropping it’s hold.

“Erm, thanks. You didn’t have to..” you started as you glanced around desperately trying to find one of the boys. You felt so small and awkward under his gaze.

“It’s no problem. He was being a bit to touchy. Doesn’t seem to know when no means no,” he continued, stepping a little closer. You looked up at him wide eyed, every hair on your body seeming to stand tall.

There was no denying he was handsome as hell, your nerves were a wreck, this was out of the norm and you didn’t know what to do. You could feel your teeth grab hold of your bottom lip and you nodded in response. He looked down at your mouth causing your heart to beat rapidly.

“Are you here with someone? Maybe you should meet back up with your friends,” he pressed, his lips closer to your ear now. The music was so loud yet in that moment all you could hear was his voice, your body very aware of his breath against your skin.

Keep it together Y/n. You can do this. You yelled at yourself. This was your night after all.

“I’m here with some friends but I’m fine. I can take care of myself,” you shrugged, taking a quick swig of your now watered down drink. A smirk spread across his mouth and you could feel your insides screaming. Damn he was attractive.

“No denying it baby girl,” he chuckled and all of a sudden his arm was around your waist again, “care to dance? Maybe a way to say thank you for swooping in and defeating the bad guy?” his sweet voice making your whole body melt. You bit down into your lip hard, fuck it, you nodded and set down your drink.

He guided you down to the dance floor, you let the music take over, your hips swaying to the rhythm. Your body was on fire, arms wrapped around his neck, his hands finding their way down to your hips pulling you closer into him. If the boys could see you now.

His forehead came down to rest on yours, your body’s so close you could feel his chest rise and fall. Hooded eyes staring strait into yours, his warm breath washing over your face. A giggle escaped you lips, you felt like you were on fire, and suddenly his lips were attached to yours. Your head was whirling, you kissed him back and felt so alive.

Fingers tangled into soft black hair, the grip on your hips tightening. Alcohol running through your veins  making you brave. You bit into his bottom lip begging for entrance and he gladly gave it, your tongue slipping in without hesitation.

He pulled back breathless, “want to get out of here?” eyes glazed over, lips slightly plumper. God he was so damn hot. You nodded before quickly pulling him back in forgetting about all the other bodies surrounding you, kissing him slow and hard.

He broke away and wrapped his arm around, guiding you out of the club. You thought about Mark and Bamabam when the cold air from outside quickly hit you but the man pulled you closer to him as if to keep you warm and suddenly all you could think about were his damn lips.

Quickly you started getting closer to a sleek black car, his arm still wrapped around you to guide you, you grew impatient. Once you got closer to the vehicle you spun grabbing hold of the front of his shirt quickly pushing him against the door, gripping the back of his neck and pulling his mouth down onto yours. He froze for a second, clearly shocked by your sudden brave actions, but quickly collected himself and kissed you back. His large warm hands sliding into your unzipped jacket, gripping your exposed rib cage, a shiver running down your spine.

“Inside. Now,” he groaned against your lips as he quickly unlocked the door, you broke away and plopped down onto the cool leather seat trying to regain a normal breathing pattern. Your skin was on fire and begging to be touched. He quickly got into the drivers seat, door barely shutting before his lips were back onto yours. You couldn’t stand it, you needed him and you needed him bad.

“Drive now. Not here,” you gasped in between his slow kisses. You didn’t know how or when he did it but suddenly the car was on and you were driving away from the club. His hand sliding up and down your thigh.  Your teeth bitting down hard on your now plump bottom lip.

The music was off but all you could hear was your erratic heartbeat. His fingers slowly creeping up high, playing with the hem of your skirt. You didn’t look at him or stop him, you made sure to stare straight forward to keep yourself focused. A giggle escaping your lips, his fingers growing braver moved up further meeting a small corner of your clothed lace thong. You thanked god you were smart enough to wear some sort of cute underwear. His soft fingers sliding under the fabric gently grazing over your core.

“Already so ready,” he hissed as he felt how wet you had gotten just from him kissing you, your head leaning back into the seat as a small moan escaped your mouth. Suddenly his hand was gone, now both hands gripping the steering wheel. You let out a little whine. “Almost baby girl,” he chuckled as he sped up.

You had no idea where you were but you really didn’t care, you just needed him to hurry. Time wasn’t even  relevant to you to be honest. He got closer to a large apartment complex, a garage door gliding up, quickly pulling in and parking in a spot. You finally turned to look at him and his lips were back on yours, his hand flying under your skirt rubbing your clothed clit. Gasping and groaning your fingers laced into his hair, your hand slowly sliding down his chest to his pants growing more and more impatient when you felt how hard he was.

He groaned in response, the sound driving you crazy. As quickly as it started it ended and he was out of the car leaving you to regain your reins. He helped you out of the passenger seat, his arm wrapped around your waist again guiding you to an elevator.

You both waited in silence until the elevator doors opened, quickly stepping inside, the doors closing and you were back to your attack. Your body pressed against his, hand against his crotch making him groan into your mouth. It was the longest elevator ride of your life, the small ding making the both of you jump in surprise as if you had gotten caught. He smiled down at you as you giggled.

“This way baby,” he whispered in you ear giving it a quick nip, you yelped and followed behind. You noted how nice the hall and doors looked, definitely the nicer part of town. He stopped in front of the door at the very end of the hallway and quickly typed a code into the door, a click indicating it was now unlocked.

Let the games begin.

You went in first trying to look around the dark apartment, a click behind you made you jump. His fingers grabbing the tops of your shoulders spun you around, your back pressed against the cold wall, soft lips latched back onto your mouth. He was eating you alive.

His lips going painfully slow but strong, he was in control and your job was to just stay standing. Your body on such a high that you knew if he let go your knees would give out. Slowly you felt your jacket being pushed off your shoulders, the smooth fabric sliding down your arms hitting the floor with a light thud. Your hands slid down his chest, fingers undoing each button carefully as if you were saving the wrapping to a gift.

Dull nails scratching up your spine making you whine. When you finally reached his waist line your fingers went through his front belt loops and you pulled him closer making him chuckle into your mouth. You undid his belt undoing each button on his tight black jeans and slowly slid your hand into his boxers, groaning. He was hard and ready, and damn was he well built.

A low moan against your lips made you feel brave. It had been a good while, you were definitely out of practice and you could feel anxiety start to bubble. A fire erupted deep within your belly as he sighed into your mouth, you wanted to do good and by god you wanted to keep hearing his sweet moans.

Biting gently down onto his bottom lip you slowly slid down, fingers tugging into his belt loops causing his pants and boxers to slide down with you. You grabbed hold of him, hard and warm in your hands licking off the precum.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he grabbed hold of your hair. You giggled as you started your teasing, slow kitten lapping from bottom to tip before taking him in your mouth fully. He was a mess, groaning and breathing erratic, your hair being gently pulled.

It drove you mad, just the sound of him coming undone could get you off and you wanted to make him scream your name which he didn’t even know.

“Enough,” he growled pulling you up from the ground a little roughly, looking you dead in the eyes. No not enough, you needed more, you needed him. You licked your lips slowly, he stared down at your mouth and sucked in a breath.

“No. More,” you whispered as you pulled him to you mouth latching on to his, hand slowly stroking him causing his to shudder. Roughly he grabbed hold of your hands pinning them about your head, you let out a frustrated whine making him chuckle.

“Patience,” he whispered in your ear as his hand slid down your side, his other hand still holding your hands in place. He tugged the bottom hem of your skirt and hummed, “the little school girl skirt stays,” he chuckled, fingers gliding up your thigh. You giggled in response.

His fingers gently tugged your thong to the side and quickly slid two fingers into you causing you to cry out. There was no need to even warm you up. “So tight and ready,” he groaned as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you. You moaned and moved your hips into his hand.

“Please,” you moaned out, he was teasing you and you couldn’t stand it. It was now or never. He stared into your eyes, glossed over and full of lust, and quickly tore you away from the wall gripping you from behind your thighs and suddenly you were in the air. You wrapped your legs around his waist, his hard member now pressed against you causing you to move your hips, teasing him.

“So impatient baby girl,” he growled giving your ass a quick slap causing you to giggle. You were quickly thrown onto a soft bed, legs spread, eyes locked onto his. His shirt was suddenly gone and he stood in all his naked glory before you.

“I’m a little over dressed,” you giggled, he moved on top of you. Your top was quickly pulled off over your head, his mouth suddenly wrapped around your nipple. He was going to be the death of you.

“The skirt stays,” he said in between kissing down your torso grabbing hold of your thighs. Suddenly he was hidden under your skirt, underwear now on the floor, and stared licking your clit. You let out a loud moan. If this was how you were to die, so be it.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled as you heard the sound of a ripping wrapper. His tip right at your opening, and slowly he pushed in. You gasped, damn it had been a long time.

“So tight,” he moaned as he finally slid all the way in giving you a moment to adjust. It felt like forever before you slowly raised your hips to his causing him to moan.

Slowly he pumped in and out of you before the pace began to quicken. Both of you moaning and gripping onto each other for dear life. A fire growing inside of you threatening to escape.

“I can’t. I’m going to,” you moaned as your nails dug into his back.

“Ride it baby,” he moaned as you quickly reached your peak. In the midst of your orgasm you heard him let out a loud moan before you felt him twitch in you, collapsing next to you. Both of you breathing hard, coming down from your high. His arms wrapped around your small form, holding you close.

You were so weak and spent, your head cuddled deep into the crook of his neck, the both of you passing out.

You were on fire, hell you felt like you were in a fire. Sunlight forcing you awake from your blissful sleep. Slowly your eyes cracked open. This wasn’t your apartment, it sure as hell wasn’t the boys. You grew slightly panicked until you felt arms tighten around your waist causing you to look down. There he was.

Mr. Last night. Oh god that’s right. Your mind whirled. There he was all naked chest, sheets wrapped around you and him. He clung to you like a baby, so warm and soft.


Slowly and gently you loosened his grip and slipped off the bed. Your skirt the only thing covering you, quickly you swooped up your top, underwear, and heels dashing out of the room as quietly as you could. As you made your way down the hall you noticed how fancy the apartment was.

Must be loaded. You thought as you picked up your jacket from the floor of the door way before making your exit.

Here you were heels in hand, Ms. Walk of shame to the bus stop. No idea where you were or even what time it was.

Stick in the mud who?



“It doesn’t matter if I get my memories back or not,” Simon said. “It doesn’t matter if another demon gives me amnesia tomorrow. I know you: You’ll come find me again, you’ll come rescue me no matter what happens. You’ll come for me, and I’ll discover you all over again. I love you. I love you without the memories. I love you right now.”

There was a pause, broken by irrelevancies like the music and the murmur of the people all around them. He could not quite read the look on Isabelle’s face.

Isabelle said in a calm voice: “I know.”

anonymous asked:

I read your scenario about TFP Knockout, Smokescreen, & Optimus Prime realizing their feelings for potential human s/o. If it's ok with you, would you mind a continuation? If not, said human crush likes them back but never confessed before so they try to figure how to confess properly. The mechs accidentally heard them say to themselves " I'll just say I love you romantically, (said mech name)!". They're confident until they realizes the mechs were behind them. The mechs' reaction to this?

I’m going to post these in different replies so be on the lookout for the other two. Optimus goes first because we all love our boss bot. I’m putting a spin on this one because I can’t see the reader being caught like that. Not in front of OP at least. Here’s the first part of the story so you can refresh your minds. And because it is 3am and I want to get this out there, it’s a cliffhanger. Sorry not sorry ;)

TFP Optimus

You met team prime after you noticed Raf, one of your smartest students was missing more and more class. You had followed him out to the curb one day after school where he waited for his ride to pick him up. You tried to make conversation but he was becoming more and more nervous as time ticked by. The real reason you were out here was because you were hoping to snag a moment to talk to his mother or father about his increasing absences. When a yellow Camaro pulled up with tinted windows and no driver you weren’t letting Raf get in concern for his safety. Long story short Raf and “Bumblebee” managed to get you into the car and soon conned you into being an after school teacher for him and two other students. Base life was easy enough, the bots came and went on missions and you got along well with Ratchet and the Autobot leader Optimus. You pretty much became “Den Mother y/n”. You would make snacks and meals for the kids and pick up anything that could possibly help the bots. You did most of this without being asked and not expecting any thanks. But of course as you went about your business someone was watching you from afar.

After a long Saturday session of tutoring the kids he decided that would be a good time to approach you. The kids had already taken their snacks and moved on to play their video games out of ear shot. You were leaned back in a chair both arms over your face in an uncomfortable position. When he called out to you you startled awake. Apologizing, he asked if you were ready to return home for the day. He watched as you looked back at the kids, frowned and then said you were ready to go. When you started making your way to Bumblebee, he stopped you and told you he would be driving you home today. Your face morphed into one of concern as he transformed and popped open his passenger door. As you both barreled through the desert he began to express his gratitude for what you had been doing for the kids and his team. When you finished he noticed your face had grown into a smile that stopped his spark for a second. You told him not to worry about it and that you didn’t mind doing the small things. They know he works hard and that he shouldn’t have to worry about everything. As he pulled up to your home you didn’t reach for the door and he didn’t move to open it. You awkwardly mentioned how nice it was outside and he took the hint. He started up his engine and was on the move again. With no destination in mind he moved along the outskirts of the town. He would keep his new feelings to himself. He wouldn’t risk this new budding relationship.



Months have gone by since you began your after school tutor sessions with the kids. So many months in fact that now it’s the last day before school is out and summer begins. You’re sitting at your desk now supposedly being on the lookout for anyone who may be cheating on their final exams. You can’t help but zone out as the silence in the room gives you time to think. The other teachers had been gushing in the faculty room about their vacations out of this hell hole, too far away paradises with less desert. As they had prattled on the gnawing feeling of anxiety settled into the pit of your stomach again. With summer starting the kids wouldn’t be needing a tutor anymore, or at least till the school year started up again. So when Kathy, a fellow teacher asked what your plans were for vacation you came up with the lame excuse of visiting your parent’s home in “___”. The loud ringing of the last bell cut off your thoughts as students lined up to hand in their exams. One by one the students handed off their papers to you at the door until none were left and you were surrounded by the droning noise of kids out in the hall.  Truth be told you were waiting for someone, anyone among “Team Prime”, to ask you about your summer plans. Fishing to drop the sad bomb of “nothing” with a nonchalant air about yourself. Pitiful. You thought to yourself as you shuffled the papers and let out an exasperated sigh as you flopped into your chair. If you were being really honest with yourself, you were more miffed that Optimus hadn’t asked what your plans were. Though as soon as the thought entered your head you quickly pushed it out. Optimus had more important things to worry about then your sad excuse for a summer. Like a civil war.

You and he had become closer over the past months. Ever since he took it upon himself to drive you home that one day it had become a happy ritual after almost every tutoring lesson. But of course that had come after the attempts to stay at the base longer after the lessons ended. In the beginning you two would only discuss in a casual manner. How the kids were doing in school, how the war effort was progressing, the weather. Though as time moved on so did both of you, and the effects of the battles Optimus fought began to show more than ever. Throwing caution to the wind you had asked him how he was feeling, as himself and not as the leader of the Autobots. He had stared at you for a long time after you asked that. Probably weighing if it was even worth telling you at all, but in the end he did. So much pain and grief was unloaded then that your head had trouble wrapping around just how he or any being could keep this to themselves. When he finished he had apologized, an annoying trait you had come to realize was a habit of his. You waved him off saying it was fine and that if he ever needed to talk, you would be there for him. He had agreed to those terms only if you would speak to him in the same manner. You knew there wasn’t much you could do in a sense of actually “helping” Optimus defeat the Decepticons, but if you could help him stand a little straighter, so the weight of the world wasn’t crushing him, you’d do it in a heartbeat. You’d also found out in this short amount of time that Optimus had a somewhat dorkish sense of charm to him. In the rare occasion that he did make a joke you always laughed, and that seemed to make his optics brighten slightly. Speaking of his optics, you let out a shuddering breath. He always seemed to be watching you. Just blatant staring or side eyeing you. You weren’t sure why, but you could never turn to meet his stare because you were afraid what he might see. You had contemplated trying to amp up the flirtatious behavior between you to, but chickened out at the last minute when the opportunity would arise. A thought came to you just then. A bold thought. To just tell him how you felt. What did you have to lose? You and the kids had planned a small end of the year party tonight at the base, you could tell him then. And if you made a fool of yourself, you could just hide away for the rest of the summer.

“Perfect” You said aloud as you placed the exams into your bag. Now just to figure out how you were going to do this.

“Hey Optimus, I’d like to get to know you better” No.

“Hey BossBot! You and I should spend some more time alone more often” Definitely Not.

“Optimus, I like you more than just a friend”

“Who do you like more than just a friend?!” came the telltale shout of Miko in the doorway giving you a minor heart attack in the process.

“What?” You gasped with your hand to your chest in startled panic.

“You were talking about how you like someone more than a friend!” she exclaimed slamming her hands on the desk. “You gotta tell me Ms/Mr. (Y/N)! I can keep a secret!” she grinned over at you. And as much as you loved Miko, you knew that was horse shit. Composing yourself you raised up out of your seat grabbing your bag.

“I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about Miko. You must have misheard me.” You clipped in your “teachers” voice. Which only made Miko squint her eyes and pout.

“Whatever” She threw her hand out as if brushing it away. “Just hurry up! Bulkhead is picking us up today, we’re gonna listen to all of my favorite songs!” she said grinning wickedly.

All you could do was cringe at the thought of the hour long journey ahead of you as you shut off the light and closed the door behind the both of you.

A dual ache had settled in your head as the night droned on. The drive had been more than excruciating. Between the loud music and the constant bickering between Miko and Jack, the whole ride had been painful. Now you sat with your head hanging and arms dangling over the railing of the upper level. The loud metal music still blaring in a far corner of the room was not helping either. The night had not been going as you planned.

“Are you alright (Y/N)?” The rumbling baritone voice that always seemed to shake you to its core asked. You gripped the railing and whipped your head up so quick you thought you may have given yourself whiplash.

“Optimus!” you exclaimed face turning red at earlier thoughts. “No! I’m fine really, ride here was just a little more unhinged them I’m use to” you said smiling up at him.

He gave a rumbled “mmm” of his acknowledgment, followed by silence and that unnerving stare. Then continued on with “Now that the children’s education is finished for the year, I would assume your lessons are no longer needed”.

Ouch, you thought and it must have registered on your face because Optimus was now backpedaling on his words. Hard.

“I meant no offense” He hurried on, “I only meant that you will now have more free time to endeavor in your hobbies”.

Double Ouch. If it didn’t feel like you were being kicked out before, it did now. And now the pieces of your haphazard plan were crumbling before you. The internal battle you were having on whether or not to trudge on or bail out were flipping back and forth in your mind. And the blue glow of his optics boring into you were not helping.

“(Y/N)” He said letting out a long vent. Just the way he said your name made the decision.

Fuck it. You said to yourself and stared into his eyes straight on.

“Optimus, I think we-“ and was abruptly cut off by Mikos screech of lyrics.

“SCHOOLS OUT FOR SUMMER” She sang and threw, what had to be, every piece of homework and schoolwork she had in yours and Optimus direction.

 As it rained down over you and over the balcony you let out a long sigh and closed your eyes trying to rein in your frustration.  In the distance you could hear the raspy yell from Ratchet about the mess and Miko’s gleeful laughter. It was then you decided that this was fates way of saying this was a horrible idea.

“What was that (Y/N)? Optimus had broken eye contact to observe all the papers flying with a straight face.

“I think I should go home” You muttered placing a hand over your face and moving to grab your jacket. You could hear his foot falls following you as you went.

“Then I will take-“But you cut him off with a wave of your hand as you shrugged on the jacket.

“It’s alright” you breathed as you placed your bag on your shoulder. “I’ll ask Ratchet. God knows he needs to get out of here before he blows a fuse” you said laughing a hollow chuckle as you made your way down the ladder, and with one last look you met Optimus’s optics

“See you around Optimus” you smiled a smile that you knew didn’t reach your eyes. And with those last words you turned on your heal and walked briskly in the direction of Ratchet. All while those blue optics seared into your back.

So, for the past ten days or so, I probably spent about 70 hours in the car and drove over 3000 miles.  So, Director Sanvers long drive hcs.

  • They are all very much of the ‘drive as long as possible and sleep in rest areas’ frame of mind unless it’s a legit road trip, where half of the point is to make stops along the way.
    • Except, there are three of them, which means they just only stop for food and short breaks, and rotate the driver.
  • They always start the trip with one in the driver’s seat, and the other two in the back.  Once the first driver gets to the point of needing to sleep, however, the other two move to the front, so the back can be used for sleeping.
  • Lucy has exactly three types of music she listens to while on long drives.  Disney music (and other animated movies), classic rock, and country.
    • Maggie is actually all for all of it.
    • Alex fucking hates her girlfriends sometimes
  • Road trip snacks
    • Alex and Lucy eat nothing but junk while in the car
    • Maggie shakes her head and throws an apple at them
      • She is also the one who makes sure they stop to eat, and not just grab fast food through a drive in
  • Alex mapping out everything, every rest area, every gas station.  She has multiple routes planned.  One is faster, one is a shorter distance, one takes them past some really cool museums.
  • Having to pull over in the middle of nowhere because I told you we should have stopped at that gas station, Lane and laying on the top of the car, staring at the night sky over the plains, as they wait for roadside assistance.
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Summary: Kai and the innocent girlfriend try something new together.

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Saturday nights usually were reserved for date-night-ins, however, this time around you and Kai had just spent the entire Saturday together at a festival with the other members and some of the member’s girlfriends tagged along, as well. It was an eventful day, many laughs and smiles were shared. Stories were also exchanged between you and all the girlfriends, ranging from meaningless conversations to the special moments with your boyfriends. All in all, the sun eventually set and you all retreated back to your own homes to end the night, happily.

Upon returning home, you and Kai found yourselves on the carpeted floor of his apartment. Music was played in the background and the cool Saturday night air found its way in through the open balcony door. You two had just finished the recent episode of your favorite show, and were now just sitting together listening to the outdoor sounds streaming in.


“Hmm?” He hums up to you in response as his head was resting on your shoulder. Your fingers were absentmindedly twirling light circles over your boyfriend’s hand, eyes fixated on the slow motions of your fingers against his soft bronze skin.

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