just trying to steady my heartbeat

Ready or Not

Word Count: 542

Pairing: Tyler x Reader

“Ready or not, here I come!”

Ethan grabbed my wrist and shoved me into a small room as Mark finished his countdown. We had been trying to find a good place to hide but it was very hard since so many of the rooms were off limits. We weren’t allowed in any of the bedrooms, the kitchen, or anywhere outside. The two of us were planning on hiding together but when he closed the door on me without coming into the cramped room, I realized that I had been abandoned.

“So much for best friends.”

I wasn’t expecting any kind of reaction to my statement since I had been shoved into a seemingly empty closet, so I was frightened when I heard a chuckle. My hands covered my mouth so I didn’t give away my hiding spot as I tried to see who else was in here.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” It was Tyler. Of course, Ethan had to shove me into a confined spot with the guy I had been crushing on. My face got beet red when I realized that the wall I was shoved up against had turned out to be Tyler’s torso. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and I tried to control mine so that he didn’t realize how nervous I was.

“I-it’s fine.” I attempted to turn around so I could face him but that only caused us to get even closer. Tyler grunted when I moved and put his hand on my waist when my foot slipped on something.

“Woah, be careful, this closet’s a mess.” I couldn’t see him but I could imagine his sheepish smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. My face got even more red but he didn’t move his hand back. It was silent for a bit while we listened for Mark who passed our spot once but didn’t even attempt to look in the closet we were in.

“Nice going Mark, way to be thorough.” I smirked as Tyler chuckled at my comment.

“He’s gonna be pissed when he finds out he walked right passed us.” I giggled and we fell back into silence but this time it was kind of awkward. I could feel my heartbeat speed up and I was afraid that he could hear it. To me it sounded deafening but hopefully it was just me.

Suddenly the hands on my waist gripped tighter and I felt one travel up to my arm. I was about to ask him what he was doing but my breath caught in my throat when his other hand cupped the side of my face. My heartbeat was so loud now, there was no doubt that he could hear it and it was probably going to give us away.

His hands were steady and I was trying to figure out how because in that moment my hands were shaking like crazy. I could feel him moving in closer but the blood pumping in my head was making it hard to concentrate.

We were interrupted by Mark, who had opened the door so quickly, I feared that it may come off of the hinges.



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16 w jikook :)

i hope u know u have just corrupted me lmao

Send me a pairing + a number: jikook, “oh… sorryomgwrongnumber”

smut | sexting

Jimin wasn’t a virgin, he had a pretty good amount of sexual experiences on his back. But the thing was, sending nudes was a whole other different thing. It was new – at least for him –, and it made him nervous like a stupid high school boy with a crush. Except he didn’t have a crush, he just wanted to get laid – but his heart was racing and his palms were sweating anyway.
Jimin stared for another eight minutes at the picture taking the whole screen of his phone. He was with his back to the mirror, profile partially appearing over his shoulder as his hand held the phone high by the side of his body. It wasn’t the best picture he had ever taken of himself, but it was nice. His butt looked pretty, just like his hair. However he still couldn’t stop the nervousness bubbling up in his stomach, making him wonder if a stranger he met at a bar was worthy of that picture. Maybe Jimin was a bit too desperate for sex, trying to shove a certain mistake he had made with a certain someone to the back of his mind. But it didn’t matter – at least the bar guy  was cute, didn’t seem like an asshole – and for god’s sake it was just sex.
Jimin selected the picture and rolled the page of his contacts down until he found the newly added number. Jonghyun. He took a deep breath, placing his thumb just above the name and then squeezing his eyes shut – like that was going to stop the embarrassement of doing what he was actually doing – to click on the screen, instinctively dragging his finger to the send button afterwards – eyes still tightly closed. Jimin only allowed himself to open them when he heard the sound indicating that the message had been sent coming out of the speakers of his phone.
He released the breath he was holding back and stared at the sent picture – there was nothing to do now, it was done. Relief almost settled in his chest, the burden of doing the most difficult part having left his shoulders – when Jimin realized, in a silent gasp of horror and dread, that Jonghyun hadn’t been the one he sent the picture.

Jungkook – online

Jimin was mortified for a second until the sign of seen appeared on the screen and he completely freaked out.

You – 9:12 pm

He couldn’t fucking believe it. Universe must probably really hate him like crazy, because, fucking Jeon Jungkook from all people.
Fucking Jeon Jungkook, the stupid little shit Jimin had had sex with five days ago, because they were both too drunk to be thinking straight. Jeon Jungkook the biggest fuckboy Jimin had ever met – and surprisingly, the best friend too. He couldn’t fucking believe it. He had spent the last couple of days fucking and being fucked by plenty of different guys just to erase the drunken memories of Jungkook’s body on his – Jungkook’s lips on him, kissing him and sucking bruises with a hunger as if the world was falling apart around them. And even though it were just blurry flashes of a very fucked up night, it still brought things to Jimin’s stomach he didn’t want to bother finding out what meant. He just needed to forget everything and then it would be okay.

Jungkook – typing…

Oh god.

Jungkook – 9:13 pm
fuck hyung

Jimin’s heart stopped in his chest.

You – 9:13 pm
did u open it???

Jungkook – 9:13 pm
yeah it was kind of too late

Jimin wanted to die and bury his entire body into the biggest hole he could dig with his own hands. His cheeks were burning red, so hot it was tingling his skin. He didn’t know what to do, so he just kept terrifiedly staring at Jungkook’s name until the word ‘typing…’ appeared again.

Jungkook – 9:14 pm
hyung i know you told me to forget but how can i now
u have just fucked up my stability
i’m so hard

Jimin tightened the phone on his hands, the sides of the metalic thing burying on the skin of his sweaty palms, his breath hitching. He closed his eyes, trying to steady the flow of oxygen entering his lungs, but his phone buzzed against his skin again and his eyes snapped open in a heartbeat.

Jungkook – 9:15 pm
pls dont do this
u can’t just send me this and keep quiet as if nothing happened
i want to touch you
i want to touch myself thinking about you
hyung im really so fucking hard please talk to me

But Jimin was barely breathing. He could only feel his heart pulsating in every inch of his body, the furious muscle knocking against his ribcage violently. His own cock started twitching inside his pants, Jungkook’s words arousing him a lot faster than it should.

Jungkook – 9:16 pm
you have the most perfect ass
i want to get my hands on it again
my biggest and only regret of that night was not being sober enough to remember every single detail about you
i want to have you again so bad hyung
i could do whatever you asked me too
i could suck you so good you’d come in my mouth crying my name

Jimin whined out loud, not being able to repress the painful hardness between his legs anymore. Jungkook’s tongue and mouth on him was the most vivid memory he had of that night – and it was fucking up his head.

Jungkook – 9:17 pm
i could eat you up like you have never been before
i’d make you scream
and beg
you’d like that right

Jimin gasped this time, his hand going down to cup his painfully hard cock before he could realize it. He heard the tiny moan falling out of his lips as he rubbed it through the fabric of his boxers, precum having wetted it like it never did before.

Jungkook – 9:18 pm
fucking talk to me hyung
im touching myself and i think im going to come but i want u
i want you jimin please

Jimin took his hands of his boxers – a tiny whine of complaint forming in the back of his throat –, fingers finding the button he wanted on the screen of his phone before he could think about what he was actually doing.
Jungkook answered in the first ring.
“Shit.” Jimin heard Jungkook’s breathy voice at the end of the line, making him clasp his knees together in response, thighs pressuring the tingling head of his sensitive dick against his stomach, needing some kind of friction so he wouldn’t lose his mind, “Hyung, fuck. Mmmm… ha… H…hyung, say some…thing, please.” There was a pause, Jungkook’s loud breathing completely filling Jimin’s ears along with the obscene sound of his hands working himself up and down. Jimin moaned. “Shit. Shit, hyung, do that again. I need to hear your voice, please.”
He swallowed hard, throat dry and mind dizzy, too clouded from scenarios picturing Jungkook jerking himself off thinking about him.
When Jimin’s voice finally surged, it was deep and hoarse, drowned in a lust he didn’t know he possessed.
“Come over.” He murmured, breath failing on the last syllable. “Now.”

Buddy System (Jumin x MC)

A young Jumin finds another child lost in his neighborhood. 

Word Count: 1077

I haven’t got much else to say other than I hope you enjoy and have a spectacular day! Thank you!


Jumin stepped outside from his family’s home, his father worriedly wrapping the coat around him once more. “It’s rather chilly Jumin, I don’t want you catching a cold.” 

He was just a child, yet still an odd coldness and distance beginning to grow around him.

He nodded faintly, tilting his head up to face his father.

“Be back before sundown, okay?” 

“Yes, sir.” He buttoned his coat, the wool gnawing at his skin. 

“You promise?”

“I promise.” 

“Okay, be good.” 

His father gave a brief wave before closing the door behind him, Jumin walking about aimlessly. 

There hadn’t been much to do with V off with family and such, but it provided a sense of stability and peace that he often didn’t find at home. 

Yet he’d be lying to say that the loneliness didn’t bother him.

However, that quickly changed as he caught sight of someone just across the street, calling out timidly.

It was you.

Had he known it was you then, he would’ve rushed over as if his life depended on it.

But he merely stared, curious until you eventually shifted your gaze to him.

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers, gasping. “Hi! Can you help me?”

You rushed forward, the bottoms of your boots scraping against the slick street. 

“Hello?” You softened your tone, frowning. “Can you help me?” 

“With what?” He asked, stone-faced.

“I’m…I’m lost.” You fiddled with your fingers, the knuckles paler with the winter air. 

“Where did you last see your mother? Are you from here?” 

“Um…no. My mother and I were just taking a walk here…and we got separated.” You sniffled, scrunching up your nose. “I don’t really know where she went.” 

“And you want me to help you…?” He tipped his head a bit perplexed. 

“Yes, if you’re o-okay with t-that.” You murmured, giving a pleading expression. “I-I’ll leave you alone after that-I’m just…scared.” 

A pang of guilt smacked him at your words, a small sigh slipping from his lips. “No, no it’s fine. I’ll help.” 

He removed his gloves, giving them to you. “Try to stay warm. I don’t really know how long we may be out here searching.” 

“Y-You don’t think m-my mom forgot about m-me did she?” 

“I wouldn’t think so.” He shook his head. “I’m sure it was just an accident.” 

“T-Thank you…” You tried to come up with his name, looking up as you found you never learned it. 

“Jumin. My name is Jumin Han.” 

“I’m MC. Nice to meet you!” You smiled warmly reaching out with your hand to shake his. 

He returned the gesture, furrowing his brow. “So um…where did you last see your mom?”

“Over there.” You pointed at the far end of the neighborhood, the trees twisting about one another to almost form a roof of sorts. 

“Alright, just-stay close.” He said, beginning to trudge forward.

You linked your arm with his, Jumin’s breath hitching as his face suddenly switched to pink.

“Buddy system!” You exclaimed, cracking a small grin. “My teachers say it’s always a good way to not get lost!” 

“Y-Yes I-I guess it is.” He swallowed hard, trying to steady his own rapid heartbeat. 

“Don’t you have a buddy?” 

You began to walk, the ice somehow seeming more slippery than ever. 

“Do you mean a friend?”


“I do have one. His name is V.”

“Where is he?”

“Off with family. Other than that I don’t really have anyone else.” 

“You’ve got me!” You cried, almost bouncing with your next step. “Once a buddy, always a buddy.” 


“We’re friends silly!” 

“We are?” 

“Of course!” You took his hand and gave a small squeeze. 

“Of course…” He repeated the phrase, a small smile tugging at his lips for the first time in what felt like centuries. “I like that.” 

“The saying or the fact that we’re friends?”


You grinned, the two of you continuing to chatter here and there until you approached the end of the street, beginning to yell out.

“Mom!” You yelped. “Mom!” 

“Hello?” He called, raising his voice by the moment. “Hello?”


Nothing was returned, eventually, the two of you sitting down on the sidewalk.

“Did she leave…?” You whimpered, sinking back. 

“No, I’m sure she didn’t.” Jumin attempted to comfort you, wrapping an arm around you. “Maybe she’s just lost too.” 

“Right…right okay.” You looked up to him, wiping at the small tears brimming at your eyes. “Thank you Jumin.” 

“Oh…you’re welcome.” 

“I don’t know why you don’t have too many friends. You’re pretty neat to me.” 

“You think so?” 


He opened his mouth to speak, yet before he could respond another voice bounced outwards excitedly. 

“MC? Honey?” A voice erupted out, an older woman racing outwards, clinging to her coat. “MC?” 

The woman sprinted forward, ducking down and wrapping you in her arms. “Oh, sweetheart I’m so glad you’re okay!” 

You let out a small squeak of excitement, clinging to your mother. 

Your mother leaned back, examining Jumin. “Who’s this?”

“My new friend Jumin! He helped me find you!” 

“Was that your voice I heard with MC?” She asked, raising a brow.

He nodded, unable to come up with any proper response. 

“Thank you Jumin.” She patted his shoulder, smirking. “Be sure to tell your family what a little hero you are.”

“Y-Yes ma’am.” 

He watched as the two of you left, a small sadness growing in his chest at the idea of you leaving yet a warmth bloomed as you turned back.

“Bye buddy!” 

He gave a small wave, a crooked grin tugging up. 


And even as the years passed, he never forgot your bright and gentle words.

And when you happened to accidentally stumble into the RFA messenger, he knew he met again with the same person who he found lost.

Yet this time, you were the one to find him.

And you were what he had always been searching for.


(Jimin drabble #3)

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you can’t tell me that after the curse is broken lumiere doesn’t spend hours looking at his precious plumette. especially at night. not even speaking (something that surprises both her and cogsworth to no end) just gazing at her lovingly, his mind going a thousand miles a minute because it’s plumette! his plumette! alive! moving! in his arms! and when she sleeps each night he prays that her soft breath against his neck and her steady heartbeat against his chest isn’t an illusion. that they really are free and that whatever they have now isn’t his mind trying to distract him from the fact he’s an unlit candelabra, shoved in the corner of an old, very dark and dusty castle.

He's Back: Part one

Theo Reaken
Word count- 1100
There will be smut later on. SPOILERS. Hope you guys enjoy. Send me feed back. I do not own any of the cast of Teen wolf. The first two parts. I give the story line of the first two parts to Jeff Davis and the writers of Teen Wolf. After the first two chapters the story line will be mine. Please do not steal my story.

Theo Reaken. The boy I love is back from Hell and in a jail cells. Liam is currently talking to him, trying to get information out of him on how to get Stiles back and stop the Wild Hunt. After another minute or so I hear Liam groan and walk out of were Theo is.
“He won’t tell me anything until he talks to you first.” Slightly nervous I stand up and walk to the cell Theo is in. His heartbeat quickens as her sees me.
“Babygirl I missed you so much. Or did you just use me to get to the pack?” I ask trying to show no emotion.
“I love you. I truly do. Listen to my heartbeat. It stays the same.” He almost whispers.
“You and I both know that you have mastered keeping your heartbeat steady. But I know you’re telling me the truth, you slightly raise you left eyebrow. But you lied during our relationships, so why should I trust you now?”
“I never lied about loving you. You are the only person I’ve ever cared for, the only person I’ve ever loved and by the sound of your heartbeat you still love me. Babygirl please believe me. My plan never involved hurting you or the rest of the pack. I was going to tell you everything and tell The Dread Doctors to eat one, but they threatened you and said that if I told you or left they would kill you.” He finished with a tear sliding down his cheek. I took a step closer to him and gently put my hand on his face wiping the tear away.
“Theo look at me. I love you and I don’t know what happened to you in hell but the old Theo would never cry.” Theo sniffled and leant into my hand. “I trust you but getting dad and Liam too is another story.” A few moments after Theo’s tears cleared up, Liam and my dad walk in.
“Tell me one thing.” Dad spoke harshly?
“About what?” Theo has a confused look on his face.
“My son, tell me one thing about my son.” Dad almost yelled. Theo looked at me for a moment before he spoke.
“You open the door and I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” I look at Theo with pleading eyes. Dad only crosses his arms and turns to leave. Theo looks at me then opens his mouth. “He was smart, he was smart enough not to trust me.” A load echoed through the station. Dad quickly opens the cell door. Theo ran to me and gave me a huge hug. After returning the hug he let go and we follow the Sheriff to the main lobby where the sound of spears got louder.
“How many?” Dad asked.
“Five maybe more.” Liam responded as dad grabbed his gun and took the safety off then cocked it.
“Five against four.” Dad walked to the door to open it. Before he got there Theo grabbed his shoulder.
“You’re just going to try and fight them?” Dad nods and opens the door to be faced with at least ten Ghost Hunter. The Ghost Riders wasted no time and shot my dad. He disappeared in a could of green smoke. Theo pulls me along with Liam. We run to the police car parked outback. Theo pushes me into the car and climbs into the front seat. Liam starts frantically handing Theo keys. “This isn’t even a car key.” Theo almost yell frustrated. Finally that car is started. Theo slams the car in reverse and hit a Ghost Rider. He then puts the car in drive and tears out of the parking lot. “Babygirl, Hey Babygirl listen to me we’ll get them back. I promise.” I snap out of my trance like stat was Theo talks to me.
“Go to the hospital we can hide there.” Theo gets to the hospital quickly. We get out and Liam turns on an ambulance sirens.
“Are you trying to lead them here?” Theo tries to turn the sirens off. Liam pushes him back towards the door.
“Yes, because if they’re here that aren’t trying to get to Scott.” Liam gets angrier with each word.
“Guys we don’t have time for this. We have to get to the morgue.” I yell at the two.
“Why the morgue?” They both ask.
“The Ghost Riders Hunt the living, so we hide with the dead.” I pull Theo and Liam into the hospital. Theo stops when we get to the hallway to the morgue. He has a scared look on his face. “Theo? We have to move.” I say softly.
“I’m fine let’s go.” He starts to walk again. Once we make it to the morgue we barricade the doors. “Do you hear that?” Theo looks at Liam and I. “Do you still hear the sirens?” We both shook our heads. The Ghost Riders are getting closer.
“We’re going to fight. Find a weakness. Use it. Try not to get shot. I grab Theo’s hand. When we heard aGhost Rider outside the door we push the autopsy table into him. We look down the hall and six Ghost Riders appear. We looks at one another a change. Liam is the first to rush toward them. Theo stands in front of me then follows Liam. I look at the ground and find a bone saw. I quickly grab it and run to one of the Ghost Riders. As I reach him I use the blade to but his throat. Black sludge comes out as he falls to the ground. I grab his gun and shot the others. Theo and Liam look at me with disbelief written upon their faces. “Don’t stand there grab a gun and let’s go. Before I could finish my sentence more Ghost Riders showed up. Theo, Liam,and I run to the elevator and open fire. The guns run out of ammo. Theo runs to the elevator and presses the button to call the elevator. When it opens Theo drags Liam and I to the shaft. He jumps out before the doors close. "Theo what are you doing?” I yell. Theo turns around with a smirk but a sad look in his eyes.
“Being the bait.” The doors shut and we began to move. I stand and put my ear against the door to hear what is happening. Theo growled and several gun shots sounded. Liam is beside me with a look of shock. He grabs me and holds me tightly.
“we have to get the back.” I whimpered.

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Picture this (part 1): Evak laying on a bed, (~after sex 👀👀 ~) and Isak is falling asleep on top of Even and Even has his arms wrapped tightly (but not too tightly) around Isak and he's stroking his hair and his back and his shoulders and giving little kisses to his head and Isak is just like ~I want this to last forever please don't go or move this is Perfect~ in his little overwhelmed brain

(part 2): Even can see that he’s falling asleep yet trying not to so he whispers “My baby” and gives another kiss and says “you can sleep, I’m not gonna leave you”. And with that, Isak falls asleep with Even’s arms holding him a little tighter and listening to his steady heartbeat right below his ear and thinking about how he calls him “My baby” only during intimate moments and how he loves him so much he’s gonna implode

Part 3: And Even just keeps stroking his hair and shoulders and back while giving little kisses (which are just his lips brushing his golden hair) and how Isak is his baby and how much he loves this grumpy child. So yeah, Even likes to call Isak “My baby” whenever they get intimate and in the quiet.

this is soft:(

Healing Love (Orson Krennic x Reader) - One Shot Fluff

Originally posted by redderz

Requested by anon: During a mission, you get seriously hurt, and the aftercare that follows. (FLUFF)

A/N: Hope you’ll enjoy this little imagine ^^

Tags: @socktrollqueen @ben-mendelsohn-trash @uninspiredjedi @blueeyesbaelish @mugsysam @maddyevans16 @missmendelsohn @ohyouloveus @my-forbidden-fantasies @sharknadoslut @slut-garden @allwillendindoom

Warnings: None really, a bit of sadness but mostly fluff, Caring Krennic.

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Give Me Love-Jungkook(Requested)

Originally posted by monchims

//a special first time worth capturing and holding onto//

~okay, I know I just put up some Kookie smut but the girl who requested this was dying of dehydration so here’s some water babe, drink sparingly, enjoy~

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Leap of Faith [John Laurens x Reader]

Length: 1024+ words

Genre: Fluff

AU: Modern Time

TW: Descriptions of an panic attack

A/N: Okay so this was suppose to be a drabble, but it got uber long, and I just kept writing, and i loved it so much so I HAD to make it into a full fic. I love writing modern John… seriously. 

“Shit shit shit,” you muttered as you heard the elevator rumble, and whine to a stop. “God… Not again.” The elevator in your dorm would break down practically once a week, and management still hasn’t gotten their shit together, and fixed it. You sighed, pressing the emergency button every other second. This would be the first time you were stuck while it broke down. At least you weren’t alone.

“Jesus,” the boy behind you cursed, rolling his eyes and running his hand through his hair, making the dark locks fall out of his ponytail. “Fucking stupid school- too fucking cheap to get the stupid elevators fixed.”

You took a deep breath, trying to distract yourself from the black hole in your stomach. You hated being in an enclosed space, it never failed to cause your anxiety to spike. “Hey, it’s John, right?”

His frown turned to a smile as you addressed him. “Yea! I’m sorry, I don’t know your name though.”

“Y/N,” you replied.

“I’m sorry, but how do you know my name?”

“I’m close with the RA, and you guys aren’t the quietest people in the building,” you said with a laugh. He followed suit, his head falling back.

“I’m sorry. My friends and I can get quite rowdy.”

“And drunk.”

“And drunk.” He repeated, his green eyes practically glowing in the dimly lit elevator.

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Movie Night Part 1

Some serious fluff coming your way. Hope you enjoy, I had a lot of fun writing this. Happy Wednesday! 

You just got back from a week long mission. From the weight of your limbs and the fogginess of your mind, someone would have thought you had been in combat all week, instead of just following a suspected HYDRA supporter. In your defense, he had some late nights and early mornings that you had to keep up with. And watching people was boring. You honestly would have been happier in combat.

You stepped into the elevator and had five floors to shake the fatigue from your body in case you saw one of your team members before you got to your bedroom. 

The elevator doors opened and revealed a certain concerned looking long haired specimen towering over you.

“Buck, you scared me” you said willing your heartbeat to slow down. 

“Jesus Mags, you look exhausted.” You obviously did not succeed in your efforts to look like a lively human.

“I’m fine. Just need a shower and some food, that’s all” you said trying to convince him, and yourself, that’s all this was. 

You started walking down the hall away from him and remembered it was Friday. Your favorite day of the week. “You better not pick pizza again, Barnes” you warned as you closed the door to your bedroom and you heard him chuckle through the door. 

You and Bucky were the two quieter members of the team, happy to stay in on weekends. Sure, there were times when Steve and Natasha would drag you both to parties, but the whole team knew not to mess with your Friday Night Movie Nights. 

Established a few months ago, the showing started at 9pm and one person picked the movie and the other picked the food. Bucky always ordered a pizza for the two of you every other Friday night from the same place he got it when he was kid back in the thirties. It was delicious, you would never complain about it, just tease. 

You jumped in the shower to wash off the smell of the hotel and enjoyed the hot water relaxing your muscles. Cold air hit you as you walked out your bathroom and you groaned. Man, you were so tired, but you couldn’t abandon Bucky on movie night. You would pick an action movie to rid the chance of involuntary napping, you thought as you threw on some PJs. 

Walking into the hallway you smelled pizza. You rolled your eyes and shook your head as you walked over to Bucky’s room. You opened the door and the smell of tomato sauce and cheese overwhelmed you and your stomach growled in anticipation. 

“How’s Joe?” you asked Buck referring to the man who knew his order as soon as he recognized Bucky’s voice on the other end of the phone. 

“He’s good. Says hello.” You walked over to the little fold out TV table with the pizza box on top of it to pick out a piece as Bucky clicked a few buttons on the remote to make the wall open to reveal a flat screen. 

Bucky was not fond of having a TV in his room, never mind one that huge, but Stark insisted we all have one. In turn, Bucky argued for it to be mounted behind the wall so he could hide it when not in use. You knew the only time his TV was in use was during Friday Night Movie Nights, and that realization never failed to make you smile. Buck really let his age show sometimes. 

You sat cross legged on Bucky’s bed biting into your pizza with a moan followed by a “Yum.” He chuckled as he joined you sitting with his legs straight out and leaning his back against the headboard. “Says someone who never wants pizza.”

“Oh, no” you corrected him. “I always want pizza.”

“And you make fun of me for always wanting pizza?” Soldier was confused. 

“Hey, you’re catchin’ on, Barnes” you said with a mouth full, elbowing his gut. 

He retaliated by snatching the rest of the pizza slice on your plate and sticking it all in his mouth in one bite. Before you could yell at him he asked, almost incomprehensibly because of the half slice of pizza stuffed in his mouth, “What movie?”

You squinted your eyes and glared at him, warning him that this war was not over. You picked your favorite action movie and quickly grabbed another piece of pizza, making sure to protect this one, as the opening credits rolled. 

A few minutes later, with your happily full stomach, you slid down into the pillows to make yourself comfortable. Maybe too comfortable. You combated that feeling by sitting back up a little, bending one knee up, and sticking your hand under the back of your head. There. Comfy, but not too comfy for sleep to threaten movie night. 

You turned your focus back on the movie and felt eyes on you. You looked to your right to see Buck eyeing you. “Maggie. We can postpone our movie night, doll, it’s okay. You look exhausted.”

You gasped over dramatically. “We have never missed a movie night” you said, impersonating some old movie actress. He shook his head, but grinned at you. “Really, Buck. I’m good” you assured.

You had seen this movie enough times to know that your were about an hour in without looking at the clock on the nightstand next to you. You would totally make it through without falling asleep. 

A few minutes had passed and loud gunshots, explosions, and voices were heard on the surround sound speakers Stark had also insisted on putting in the room. Out of the corner of his eye, Bucky saw you move suddenly. He looked over to see that your head had rolled to the side to face him, your eyes closed. 

He turned down the TV so it wouldn’t wake you, he knew just how fatigued you were. As soon as the elevator door opened earlier that night, he noticed your normally perfect ponytail had some hairs out of place and your eyes drooped ever so slightly: things no one else would have perceived, but he noticed right away. He knew you too well, knew you needed some shut eye. He would make fun of you later for falling asleep during movie night, absolutely, but right now, he let you be.

He turned back to the movie you made him watch too many times, but he couldn’t tear his thoughts away from you. After a few minutes, he couldn’t help but look back down at you. Your still damp hair framed your face and you wore a tiny smile. His eyes traveled down your frame, over the thin light blue t-shirt he’d seen you in many a movie night, and down to the matching shorts that were slightly riding up your long soft legs.  

He was astonished that anyone could feel comfortable enough to fall asleep next to him. You looked so peaceful and your body was so close to his. Instead of allowing himself to think you trusted him, he simply blamed your exhaustion for allowing you to doze off like this.

It crossed his mind that he shouldn’t be looking at you like this, especially since you were in such a vulnerable state, and couldn’t defend yourself from his eyes. He brought his attention back to the almost silent movie in front of him. 

Someone was dodging someone else’s punch on the screen when he felt your body shift calmly. He watched you turn on your side toward him, resting your head on his shoulder and your arm across his chest. He felt you, rather than heard you, exhale into his neck. 

His eyes widened and he was deciding what to do. He should wake you up and walk you to your room. Or if you didn’t wake up, he should carry you to your room, to your own bed. However, he wanted to wrap his arm around shoulders, kiss your hair, tangle his legs in yours and join you in your slumber. As he started to do step one of what he wanted to do, you started to stir. 

The sudden lack of noise from the movie pulled you from your snoozing. You inhaled sharply as you came to, smelling… something very familiar. Vanilla? And mint, you decided. And what were you wrapped around? Something warm and firm… and moving. You opened your eyes slowly and saw a chest where a pillow should have been. You snapped your head up to look at the face above you and when you saw who you fell asleep on, you leapt out the bed and almost ran into the wall trying to find the door. 

“Jesus-Buck. I-I’m so sorry. I, uh, I’m just gonna go to my- I’m just tired,I…” You couldn’t even finish a sentence, let alone look him in the eye. You couldn’t believe you fell asleep on movie night. You couldn’t believe you fell asleep on Bucky. You couldn’t believe how comfortable he was, how warm he was, how nice his arm felt around your shoulder, how steady his heartbeat was, how calm he made you feel. 

You frantically pulled your shirt down that had ridden up and ran your fingers through your hair to prop it behind your ears, while trying to find the door in the darkness of Bucky’s bedroom when you heard him chuckling. That bastard was laughing at you. At least he wasn’t letting this be as awkward as it had the potential to be, you thought.

“Maggie, you don’t have to leave. You seemed to like it here.” You could hear the arrogance in his voice and you finally looked up to see the conceited smirk on his mouth in the glow of the television screen. 

You wanted to come back at him with something clever, but you were so mortified that all that came out was, “No-um, I’m just gonna-m’gonna go.” 

“Maggie, wait. What I meant- I….” His now shy and quiet voice stopped you from walking out the door. “Please don’t leave. I like having you here” he amended his earlier, cocky statement. 

You turned around to see him standing beside the bed, his tall frame now seemed a foot shorter as all the confidence he had been exuding just a few seconds ago was replaced with apprehension. 

You stared at him for a minute deciding if he was only teasing you, but his aching blue eyes and his stiff stance told you he was sincere, that he was afraid of losing you to your room all the way across the hall. 

You closed the door until it clicked and slowly walked over to his nightstand until you were even with Bucky, the only thing separating the two of you was his bed. 

Your eyes followed the lines of this body, starting at the eyes you loved looking into, the lips you longed to kiss, the chest where your head had so comfortably rested, the arms that safely held you, the hands you wanted to link in your own, and the legs you wanted wrapped around yours until your eyes ended back at his. You knew he wanted the same as you. 

You lifted the blanket and laid down in the bed, your eyes never leaving his. Only when you were safely in his bed did he join you, tucking his strong arm under your head, allowing you to return to the position you fell asleep in. You felt his hand rub your shoulder and his legs tangle with yours, and you let out a sigh and let yourself relax on his chest. 

“I guess I’m the worst movie night partner ever” you said smiling into his shoulder. 

“No, I think this is our best one yet” he said softly, putting soft kisses on your head, breathing in the scent of your hair, finally daring to do what he wanted to so badly just a few minutes ago. 

With a permanent smile on your lips, you fell into sleep listening to Bucky’s heartbeat, feeling safe in his arms.  

Part 2


@usannika  Hope you enjoy! Happy Wednesday! 

The One With The Big Bad Vampire

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: You have information that Scott’s pack is in dire need of. But how do you get a totally bad ass vampire to give up information without a fight? The answer: a combination of Stiles’ puppy eyes and betrayal. 

A/N: so i may have been having vampire diaries feels and also missing stiles at the same time! let me know if you likey and maybe i’ll do a proper crossover! xx vampire diaries imagines to come soon also!

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“Well, if you want to know more, you’re going to have to find her,” Deaton shrugs and Stiles lets out a groan, slumping onto Scott’s shoulder.

“Where can we find her?”

Deaton hesitates as he looks at the two boys.

“What is it?” Scott asks in concern.

“She’s actually currently a student at Beacon Hill’s High School.”

“I’m sorry – what?” Stiles stammers, looking at him in disbelief.

“She transferred a few weeks ago.”

“Again – WHAT?!”

“You didn’t tell us?!”

“Well I saw her but I figured nothing bad had happened because of her so there was no point in scaring the two of you.”

“She’s a vampire. We’re already scared,” Stiles mumbles, leaning against the table.

“Look, if she has a cure for the bite, we need to know,” Scott sighs.

“Hey, you didn’t have a choice when you turned Liam,” Deaton consoles him.

“Yeah, but if I can give him the choice of staying human, I have to.”

“So what’s the plan?”

“I guess we talk to her at school,” Scott sighs, crossing him arms over his chest.

“Take this,” Deaton holds out a syringe.

“What is it?”


“Vampire version of-“

“Wolfsbane,” Stiles finishes for him, everyone staring at him in surprise, “What? I read,” he states.

“Hey, I’m Kira,” she sits next to you, holding a hand out, “You’re new right?”

You study her for a moment, holding back a snicker, “Not anymore,” you sigh before turning to face her, “What is it you want lightning fox?”

Kira’s face drains as she stares at you, “How did you-“

You nod towards the table across the cafeteria where the entire pack was staring at you, “If they didn’t give you away, your scent would have.”

Kira slumps, slowly moving to get up and you pull her back down, “I asked you a question.”

Scott clears his throat as he approaches your table, “Let her go,” he glares at your tight grip around her wrist and you let it go, holding both your hands up in a surrendering motion.

Kira rubs at the red mark on her wrist as the rest of the pack takes a seat at you table. Your eyes shift to the pale boy, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie.

“Look, we need your help,” Scott states, wringing his hands in nervousness, “I heard that you’ve been bitten by a werewolf before and that there’s a cu-“

“Not interested,” you stand up, slinging your bag over your shoulder, “Nice meeting everyone,” you call out over your shoulder as the bell rings.

As you take your usual seat in class by the window, Stiles scrambles into the seat next to you. His hand nudges yours as he places his books on the table and his eyes widen, “Whoa.”


“I thought your hands would be all cold but they’re warm…”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “Don’t believe all the stereotypes about vampires, most of them aren’t true.”

“Well, which ones are?”

“I could snap your neck in a blink,” you shrug and Stiles swallows hard.

“What about the blood drinking?”

“Oh yeah, that’s true. In fact, right now I can smell your blood, hear it flowing through your veins,” you trail a finger up his forearm and goose bumps spread over the surface of his skin.

You smirk as he stares at you, his mouth wide open.

“I – I-“ he stammers.

“I mean, if your friends were going to send someone to convince me, why send a frail, fragile, pale little human?”

Stiles laughs nervously, shuffling his chair away from you and you slump back into your chair, “Oh relax, I won’t hurt you.”

Stiles nods awkwardly as class begins. For the entire hour he watches you from the side of his eye, his breathing heavy and his heart pounding against his chest. Each time you move, he flinches.

When the bell finally rings, Stiles almost leaps out of his seat but what with your fast reflexes you quickly pull him back down.

“We won’t tell anyone about you – we’ll find someone else to help us.”

You sigh, “What exactly do you want help with?”

Stiles looks relieved, “I – uh, Scott can explain it better…”

“Sure,” you grumble, standing up.

“Hey y/n,” Stiles calls out and you turn to face him, “I know you have this whole badass vampire vibe going for you, but if you’d consider it, I’d love to buy you dinner tonight,” he says awkwardly, his hands balled up into fists. You could hear his heart hammering against his chest in nervousness.

You can’t help but smile before nodding. You had only been a vampire for around 5 years, but the first lesson you had learnt was to not get attached to anyone or anything because eventually you’d lose them. But Stiles was exactly your type from when you were a human and you couldn’t help but let yourself fall back into an old habit – just this once. You were turned when you were seventeen; you had never had a first date, or a first kiss or a boyfriend. Whilst being turned gave you confidence, strength, speed, mind control and healing, it took away your opportunity to finish high school with your friends and to lead a normal life. Maybe now you could have a second chance at that. Maybe if you helped Scott’s pack, they wouldn’t mind letting you be a part of it.

“So she said she would help?!”

“She asked what we wanted and I told her to ask you but then I remembered what Deaton said – about not trusting vampires – so I asked her to dinner.”

“Because we shouldn’t trust them but we should date them?” Malia asks and Stiles shakes his head.

“She’ll be much less on guard. I’ll get her somewhere quiet, then one of you Vervain her.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean, if she was willing to help-“ Kira argues and Scott shakes his head, “Stiles is right. We can’t trust her. We know nothing about her.”

“What time is your date?”

“Now,” Stiles mumbles, “I’ll walk her through the alleyway by that diner just near the city limit at exactly 9pm and you vervain her.”

Scott gives him a firm nod as he disappears out the doorway. As he pulls up in his jeep, you’re already outside, waiting for him.

Stiles scurries out of his jeep, pulling his jacket off and holding it out to you.

“You must be freezing!”

“We don’t really get cold,” you smile awkwardly and he nods, pulling his jacket back on.

“Why did you wait out here?” he asks and you shrug, “I got dressed way too early and had nothing to do.”

“How come?”

“I was nervous,” you confess and his eyes widen, “Oh, -uh- nervous about going out with – with a human, you know, blood,” you lie.

“Gotcha,” he mumbles.

“So where are we going?”

“There’s this diner close to where Beacon Hills ends. It’s about a 40 minute drive but it’s worth it.”

You nod as you climb into his jeep.

“So how did vampires become vampires?” he asks as he drives.

“By blood. If we die with vampire blood in our system, we become one once we feed on a human.”

He looks at you sympathetically, “So you died?”

“I was at a party and two boys pulled me away, “ you suck in a deep breath, “I tried to get away but they were on the team and they were so big. I screamed so loud that they stopped before anything happened because they heard help on the way. I guess they were scared I would tell people what they were trying to do and in a panic one of them slit my throat.”

Stiles grip around the steering wheel tightens, “I’m so sorry,” he whispers, his voice sincere. You could hear his heart beating slightly faster.

I killed them both once I came back,” you state.

Stiles heartbeat remains steady, unafraid.

“They deserved it,” he answers.

You smile and he raises a brow, “What?”

“Nothing. You just might be one of the first humans I’ve met who doesn’t see me as some sort of monster.”

“The way I see it, you stopped them from ever being able to hurt anyone else the same way.”

“That and the whole vampire thing. You don’t think I’m a monster?”

“I hang out with wolves, foxes, werecoyotes and banshees. I don’t buy into stereotypes.”

You smile to yourself.

Stiles stops a block away from the restaurant, “Must be out of gas,” he grumbles, his heart beat rising as he has second thoughts about the plan.

“Your heart is racing,” you observe and he spins around, “Y-yeah? I just hate the dark.”

You slowly nod, slipping your hand into his, “There’s seriously nothing you have to be afraid of,” you laugh.

Stiles lets out a breath of relief as you pass the alleyway.

“What wrong?” you laugh.

“Nothing, I –“

He’s interrupted as Scott jumps out, attempting to plunge the syringe into your neck.

You flip him on his back, pinning him to the floor as you pry it out of his hand.

“EVERYONE STOP!” Stiles yells as the pack surrounds you.

“What the hell is going on!?” you ask Stiles who shakes his head, “I thought you’d be dangerous, I didn’t know if I could trust and we really needed to know about the cure for a werewolf bite.”

You feel tears sting at your eyes but you hold them back.

“You have one chance to ask me what you need to,” you spit.

“I bit a human, I need to know how to turn him back.”

“There’s no cure for that.”

“What are you talking about?! We know there’s a cure for the bite. You got bitten and you didn’t die!”

“You’re right, werewolf bites are lethal to vampires and there is a cure for that but not to turn a wolf back into a human.”

Scott looks defeated and everyone lowers their weapons.

“Y/N…” Stiles sighs, walking towards you and you step back.

“Don’t ever come near me again,” you whisper before disappearing.

“Hey,” Stiles stutters as he takes a seat beside you in class.

“Do you want to die?”

“Y/N,” he places a hand over yours and you rip it off, picking him up by his neck and slamming him against the wall.

“HEY!” the teacher yells, trying to pull you away from him, “HEY!”

You let him go, heaving in a deep breath.


Moments after you walk in, Stiles thunders in behind you.

“It was my fault – it was a misunderstanding –“

“That’ll be all,” the principal smiles at you and you smirk, leaving the office.

“He let you off that easy?”

“Compulsion,” you state.

“Like mind control? No way!” he squeals in awe and you glare at him, “Maybe I’ll demonstrate by making you walk into traffic.”

“I know you’re mad but-“ he puts a hand on your shoulder and you rip it off, holding his wrist tightly.

“I am not mad. I helped you last night. You’re done using me, so stay the hell away unless you want to become my lunch.”

“I don’t know about becoming your lunch, but maybe your lunch date,” he laughs and you stare at him, your brows furrowed together, “Are you stupid? Do you not understand that I could kill you before you even have time to scream?”

“Look. I made a mistake. But I knew nothing about you before last night-“

“You know nothing about me now.”

“I know you’re not bad. And I know it was a mistake to think you were.”

“Oh, I am bad,” you mumble, stepping closer to him, “And you’re getting eerily close to learning that,” you close the distance between the two of you, stopping centimetres away from his face, your eyes turning dark and your fangs coming out.

“Is it bad I really want to kiss you right now?” he blurts out and your face drops, “WHAT?!”

“I mean, you’re just – you-“ you stammers, before pausing and inhaling sharply, “Can I?”

“NO!” you yell and he nods quickly, backing away from you.

“Okay, cool. I’ll, uh – see you later, or not!” he yells and you can’t help but laugh, watching him scramble down the hall way.

You speed ahead of him, stopping him in his tracks.

“W-what now?!” he stutters.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” you admit.

Stiles eyes widen, “I totally understand. You don’t want me to be your first kiss,” he laughs nervously, trying to walk around you.

“No, you just – you caught me off guard. I didn’t want to look like an idiot because I didn’t know what I was doing…”

Stiles smiles warmly, “Hey,” he hesitates before placing his hand in yours, “It’s not hard. You just-“ he pauses, looking to you for consent and you nod.

He leans in, “You just…” he presses his lips to yours, moving them slowly as he moves one hand to caress your face.

He pulls away, “Do that…” he finishes, “Vampires kiss on a whole other level…” he teases and you’re even more embarrassed as you find yourself blushing.

“Was that okay?” he asks and you nod before your eyes narrow, “Tell anyone and you’re dead,” you mumble before walking away.

He catches up to you, “Tell anyone what exactly? About us dating? Or the kiss?”

“Whoa,” you poke a finger into his chest, “We are not dating.”

“We went on a date yesterday and we just kissed so…”

“You almost kidnapped me yesterday and today I almost choked you to death in front of a classroom full of people.”

“So, that’s a no then?”

“It’s a solid maybe,” you smirk and he pumps a fist in the air, “Only if promise to teach me more… stuff.”

Stiles blushes, nodding eagerly before slipping his hand into yours.

“Ew, don’t do that,” you laugh, trying to pull it away but he holds on tightly.

“You don’t have to be a badass all the time,” he chuckles and you sigh, giving in, letting your entwined hands dangle by your sides as you walk back to class.

anonymous asked:

I just want to thank you. I'm in a very dark place right now, and your blog is my safe place. So thanks, really. I'm not really inspired for a blurb, sorry about that. Maybe a comforting Sirius for me ? You don't have to do it if it's too vague.

Aw babe, you are so welcome! I’ve definitely been there and am really glad to be able to help others! Don’t ever be afraid to come talk to me if you need anything! 


“What can I do?” Sirius asked as he eyed you laying face down on your bed. 

You shrugged, mumbling, “Nothing.”

“Nothing, my ass,” he murmured to himself as he plopped down next to you, rubbing your back gently. “Come here, you,” he cooed, pulling you into his lap.

His heart shattered when he saw the exhaustion and sadness in your eyes. It wasn’t unfamiliar territory. You had been there before, but it still hurt Sirius to see you like this every time it happened.

You allowed Sirius to move you, your body like a rag doll in his arms. He pulled you into his chest and tucked the covers up and under your chin. 

You breathed in the familiar scent of his cologne as your head rested against his chest. His heartbeat steadied your racing thoughts as you focused on the regular thumping.

“Go on, my love, get some sleep,” he suggested, his hand running softly up and down your arm. 

“But I still have so much to do,” you answered thinking of all your unfinished homework. 

“Shh,” he soothed, “I’ll deal with it. Just get some rest.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, trying his best to keep you calm. 

“Thank you,” you whispered into his shirt.

“Always,” he assured as you drifted to sleep in his strong arms.

Originally posted by nellaey

Night Terrors (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Requested by Wattpad user Luna12334

Sweat rolled down your back as you thrashed back and forth on your bed. The night terrors had gotten worse ever since Newt had gotten home from his little talk with Graves. The fear of losing him was slowly destroying you. You had told him about these terrors once before, but he had just told you it wouldn’t and went back to work.

He made it free once.

But could he do it again.

Every night you had this dream, where they got Newt. They put him on trial and found him guilty, just like he had told you had happened. But instead of breaking free, they got him.

Never before in your dreams had you seen him actually…get killed. This one was different. The cries that came from his mouth as he was killed will forever haunt him you. The pain carved onto his face shattered your heart in tiny pieces.

Tears slipped down you tears as you cried out for someone to save him.

The door slammed open and a tired Newt walked into the room. Seeing you in such a distraught state he started to walk towards you slowly.

He reached you and started shaking your shoulders trying to wake you up.

“Love, please wake up. It’s on a nightmare, everything is okay.” Your eyes shot open, tears running down your cheeks in heavy streams.

“[Y/N], what’s wrong,” his voice was a calm balm to you. But sounds that you had heard during the terrors filled your ears causing you to sob even harder.  

You clung to his shirt, crying into his neck as you let out everything. Newt stroked your hair and rubbed soft circles on your lower back trying to calm you down.

“They had you and then…and then they.” You couldn’t finish that thought; instead you just buried your face into the crook of his neck.

“Shh, it’s okay love. I’m here and I’m safe.” He moved away from you but you pulled him back to you, snaking your arms around his neck to keep him in place.

“I’m not going to leave you, promise.” He cooed in your ear. His hand grasped yours and lifted it to his chest, resting it over his heartbeat.

“My heart beats steady, and for as long as you can feel it know I will not leave you.” Newt stared into your eyes, trying to ease you out of hysterics.

“They don’t have me, and they never will again. If there is anything I can do to help, please tell me.” He tucked your head back into his neck, cradling you into him. Your tears slipped down your cheek and onto his bare chest.

“Don’t leave. Please don’t ever leave. I couldn’t live without you,” you cried.

“I will never leave you [Y/N]. Not now, not in years to come. Now let’s see if you can get some peaceful sleep. I’ll be right beside you so there is no need to fear for me.” He kissed your forehead lovingly before laying down on the bed with you in his arms.

“I love you Newt,” you whispered, your voice hoarse from your crying.

“I love you too [Y/N], more than anything else.”

Lying with him washed your terrors away, and for the first night since he came home you slept peacefully.

Two Different Storms


Pairing: Theo x Reader

Summary: Hii, can you write a Theo’s imagine using this prompts: “Just say it, once more” “You don’t have to change for me” “You think I need you? Because I don’t” I love your writing bb, it’s amazinggg :)

Side Note: Woooh! I actually got an imagine done, seriously was doubting whether or not I would. Anyway enjoy reading, and I hope whoever requested likes it x

It’s been a stressful few weeks with things at home being beyond frustrating, your parents were breathing down your neck due to not doing so well in school. However you couldn’t exactly tell them that it was because all your time was spent dealing with the supernatural, now could you? Along with having to balance a rocky relationship, or at least that’s what you thought Theo and you were..but even that was questionable.

He had told you of his plans to gain more power, as he put it. Once he spilled out the truth things begun to become difficult between you and him. Between auguring with your parents, trying to figure out if telling Scott what Theo’s plans were was a good idea, and on top of that doing your best to avoid Theo all started to take their toll on you emotionally, physically and mentally.

Why are you ignoring me? Y/N answer me! - Theo.

That was the hundred text Theo had sent you, they all read the same thing him wondering why you weren’t speaking to him, why you walked the other way whenever you saw him or why you were ignoring all of his calls and texts. It was unwise if you wanted to put it that way to continue to do this to Theo, he had quite a temper which he never used on you but there’s a first time for everything.

Packing what seemed like half your locker into your bag, you headed on out to the car park. You didn’t realize it was raining, but stepping out into the extreme cold air with rain belting down sure did wake you up. Running as fast as you could to your car without slipping over, you quickly unlocked it, got in and drove very carefully back home. You remembered as you were turning the key that your parents took a trip out of town, leaving you all alone…and what was worse it seemed like a storm was on it’s way.

Ever since you were little you hated storms with a passion, and when ever one was present your parents would always be there to distract you with games, movies anything really. This was one of those rare nights that you had to brace the storm alone. Making sure that every door and window was locked you turned on a few of the lights and made sure to close the curtains, just because you had no choice to hear it doesn’t mean you had to see the lightning crack the sky.

Not even 10 minutes in you heard a thump, which was the most cliche thing to ever happen during a storm. Grabbing the nearest object beside you which happened to be a flashlight you walked ever so slowly towards the sound, ready to strike if necessary. The sound was coming from upstairs which terrified you greatly, all horror and murder movies started like this and you didn’t fancy being attacked in your home, epically in a town that had god knows how many supernatural creatures roaming in it.

Raising the flashlight slightly you climbed to the top of the staircase and turned on the light, seeing no-one you walked a few steps further and the same thud alerted you to turn around, which caused you to collide into something, screaming at the top of your lungs you waved the flashlight in every direction until it was taken from your hands along with someone grabbing your arms.

“Y/N it’s just me, relax babygirl” Theo said.

You saw his face and put your hand over you heart, while using the other one to balance yourself. “Seriously Theo, it’s called a door try it next time” you said trying to steady your heartbeat which was no doubt beating like crazy.

“I couldn’t risk you slamming the door in my face” he replied.

“What are you doing breaking into my house, in the first place Theo” you asked him making your way down the stairs to a room that had more light.

With Theo behind you he replied, “You weren’t answering my calls, replying back to my texts and if that wasn’t enough you were doing your absolute best trying to ignore me. So what did I do?”.

Making your way into the living room the sudden crack of thunder made you jump. Theo noticed and spoke, “Where are your parents? Aren’t they normally here with you when it storms?”

Sitting on the couch you took several deep breaths, storms in Beacon Hills were the worst. Mother Nature wasn’t messing around and what was worst you didn’t know if this storm was normal, or if it was a warning sign to alert everyone that more dangerous things were coming.

“They went out of town, it’s no big deal I can handle it”.

Theo moved the decoration that was on the living room table and sat on the edge, he placed one hand on your leg for comfort and softly said, “You could of called me Y/N, I would have been here to keep you company and safe. I know how much you hate storms babygirl”.

“I’m fine” you said.

“Why do you do that?” he asked removing his hand.

Looking at him with a blank expression you had no idea what he was referring too, “Do what?”

“Pretend that me helping you or coming to your aid is a bad thing? Is it because I told you what I did? Are you afraid of me, is that why you’re ignoring me?”. He got up from the table and paced to the other side of the room.

“Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now?” You got up too and stood a few meters away from him. His dark side was beginning to show and from this small glimpse, you weren’t liking it.

“I sound ridiculous? Well what about you? My girlfriend who doesn’t even allow her own boyfriend to help?” His voice raised slightly, but not to the point where it terrified you. However it was early into the argument so who knew what was going to happen.

“It’s just a storm Theo!” you shouted, matching his early tone from before.

“I’m not talking about the freaking storm anymore Y/N, I’m talking about you and me. About the way you look at me now ever since I told you. I’m talking about how you always go to McCall for help with whatever supernatural predicament you have, instead of me!.

He took a breath and then continued “Don’t think I don’t know, Josh and Corey tell me everything. They heard you speaking to Scott and Stiles awhile back, about a theory you had regarding the chimeras…regarding me. I’m your boyfriend Y/N, I’m the one that’s meant to protect you, you’re suppose to come to me!”

You didn’t know what to do at this point, you had no experience on what to do when Theo was angry. And at this rate it only seems like his anger was increasing which didn’t help your heart rate to steady, or your emotions from being blown wide open. Theo hadn’t seen you angry before either, so this was going to be intense for the both of you.

“I went to Scott because his my alpha, because I trust him to do what’s right. I went to him because he needed to know. How can I come to you Theo when your like this? And the fact you don’t trust me is proven by you having Josh and Corey follow me everywhere I go!”.

“They’re looking out for you! Considering you won’t let me be the one too do it anymore, so yes I have to result to being the bad guy because babygirl you’re leaving me with no choice”.

Stepping just a few steps closer to him, you weren’t sure how close you could go so you stopped at arms length and looked at him. “Not once have I ever thought you were the bad guy, you don’t have to change for me Theo if that’s what this is about”.

He looked at you with an expression you never seen before, it sent cold chills through you. It was a look that was unreadable and if it was anyone else they would surely run and not look back. But the words he spoke were the unexpected bullets that not even the most deadliest look could shot, “You don’t get it babygirl I am the bad guy here, McCall and the rest of his pack already think it, and trust me they’ll turn you against me too. The thing is you think I need you…Because I don’t okay”.

You had no idea where this was coming from, from his facial expression it seemed like he wanted to start this fight with you, but why? It felt like the storm was now in this living room, rather than outside. Not bothering you let the first tear roll down your cheek, and without thinking you uttered the words that destroyed you both.

“I hate you and if that’s how you really feel, then you deserve to be alone Theo”.

He took those few steps and his presences didn’t provide you with warmth anymore, instead everything felt cold and broken. “Just say it, once more” he whispered.

With a river of tears falling down your cheeks, you wiped them away and matched his tone. “I hate you”.

Not expecting at all his reaction was to gently touch your cheek “Good, it’s better you hate me now rather than later. Because what I have to do, is something you won’t ever forgive me for. I want you to hate me now because it will hurt less later. No matter what I said today, I still fucking need you babygirl. But I’m protecting you from me, and my dark side” He kissed the top of your head before disappearing silently.

While all you did was remain in the same spot, staring at the wall in front of you. He did all of this because he wanted to get you to hate him, but the real heart-breaker was that you didn’t hate him not in the slightest. But the look on his face and the sound of his voice when he told you he had to do something, that you weren’t ever going to forgive him for rattled you.

Slowly making your way to the floor your thoughts re-playing his last words, everything was blocked out and not even the storm could affect you anymore…especially not after the storm Theo just created.

As Travars

In the story A Darker Shade of Magic by VE Schwab, as travars appears often for travel or in their case a sort of teleportation. In some way it has hit home for me- connecting with me. I cannot describe what it is about it fully. I just feel calm and a little more hopeful after saying it or writing it.

Today is not a very good day. Although I try to keep gloom at bay, it crept in silently and intertwined itself entirely. I find myself repeating it over and over to feel that ease in my heartbeat and the steadiness of my breath.
°°°°°as travars
°°°°as travars
°°°as travars
°°as travars
°as travars

Something simple. Something connected to the things that I adore. I found this within the pages of a loved book. I found this to be a way of serenity. I found this, “as travars”, to be a way of steadiness.

I am very grateful for it. Specially with a day of saddness and moments feeling trapped.

-fingers crossed,

Uh...Yeah!- Derek imagine

Request: Anonymous said:

Derek hale one shot where he admits he has a crush on y/n to stiles and Scott while he is in stiles car. Derek sees y/n talking to Theo and giggling and Derek gets angry and stiles says “wait. You like her?” And he’s like “uh… yea”

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A/N: I changed this a bit, hope you don’t mind xx

Of course stiles’ jeep had broken down. It had been needing repairs for weeks and now it had finally given up. The tape he used to randomly attach everything was no longer sufficient. Without any other options, Stiles called the only person who wasn’t busy to pick him and Scott up from school.

Derek wasn’t happy about being called in the middle of the afternoon, but if he was to pick Scott and stiles up, there was a good chance that he would see you. He had no idea what he would do if he did see you, it just brought him happiness.

So he drove down to the school five minutes before the end of the school day and waited surprisingly patiently. Stiles was the first out and into the front of the car, eager to get home to research something for the pack. Scott, however, wasn’t so eager, as he stayed behind talking with Kira. Derek watched the young couple, but his gaze slowly wandered over to a figure emerging out of the school entrance. To him you looked perfect and his love for you only grew every time he saw you. But you weren’t alone. Theo, a new werewolf came strolling out of the doors with you. Derek hadn’t liked Theo something was off about him, but the two of you seemed to get along, so Derek never started any fights. You looked over at Theo, giggling at whatever it was he said. Derek couldn’t stop the jealousy rise up in him, a low growl escaping. He wanted to be the person you walked around with and laughed with, not some new werewolf no one knew anything about.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw stiles scribble some notes down, not hearing the noise that came from Derek. So he focused on you again.

You stood facing Theo, smiling as you spoke. The way Theo looked at you was the last straw for Derek. He couldn’t tell what was in that look, but it wasn’t just a friendly look. He had to leave before he did something stupid that you would probably hate him for. So, trying to not lose his temper, He rolled down the window, shouting for Scott to get in the car or he’d go without him. Every student there turned to look at him as he shouted, including you and Theo. Scott kissed Kira on the cheek, and climbed into the back, not speaking another word. You grinned at him and waved, saying hi. He smiled back but quickly shut the window again and drove off.

“What on earth was that?” stiles asked, half shocked and half amused, placing the work he was doing into his backpack.

“It was nothing. Scott was just taking forever. I have things to do you know.” Derek replied, keeping his eyes on the road. It was true, he did have things to do. Just not urgently,

“So it wasn’t anything to do with y/n talking to Theo?” stiles stated. Derek turned to look at him and stiles winked in reply. Although stiles hated Theo, he loved to tease Derek.


“That’s an awfully short answer. I’m not sure I believe you.” Stiles mocked, trying to get Derek to confess his feelings.

“Listen to my heartbeat. No, it wasn’t anything to do with that.” He said sternly. Almost believably, except stiles knew better.

“Well his heartbeat is steady.” Scott informed, knowing stiles couldn’t hear it. Stiles turned his attention back to the road. It was silent for a few minutes, but obviously he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“You can steady your heart beat that proves nothing. I heard that growl you did when you saw them.” When stiles said that, he had a huge grin spread across his mouth. Derek knew that stiles would just keep hinting at it if he didn’t admit to it.

“Fine I like her.” Derek said, gloomily. Truthfully, he never thought your feelings would be the same as his, so he never saw the point in confessing.

“Finally.” Stiles commented, but Scott just pulled a confused expression.

“Wait a minute. You like y/n? As in y/n? y/n?” Derek looked back at Scott through the mirror and stiles turned his body around. As if they were one person they both replied.

“Uh…..yeah!” Scott rolled his eyes at their tone, wondering how they didn’t know how alike they actually were.

Love Potion - Fred Weasley Imagine


Fred imagine where he smells his best friend and one true love aka the reader in the amortenia potion plz and she smells him xx

“Today, we will be creating the most powerful love potion in the world. The smell of the potion varies from person to person and is dependent upon what each individual finds appealing. Choose a partner now and let’s get brewing!” The voice of Professor Slughorn rang out across the room. My friend instantly got a hold of my arm and dragged me to the nearest empty table.

Today was just a boring Thursday in potions. Girls all around hogwarts were very ecstatic to her that Professor Slughorn will be allowing us to make Amortentia although this particular love potion is forbidden on school grounds. I doubt girls would care, I bet when Slughorn isn’t looking they’ll sneak some in their pocket for their crushes. I guess I could say I was a bit excited myself, I’ve been having complicated feelings towards a particular red headed prankster and I needed some answers. Fred Weasley. Everyone mostly knows him for his spectacular pranks that he pulls with his twin brother all the time. I don’t think I would smell Fred in my potion because I don’t even know if I like him.

Ever since meeting him and his brother in my first year, I felt a bit of a pull towards Fred. His winking and smirking has got me to the point of fainting. The thing is Fred makes things complicated, I can’t tell whether he’s flirting or just being nice and it drives me bloody insane! How am I supposed to know if he like me when he keeps acting like that! Besides that my blood boils when I see other girls flirt with him, I keep the words to myself because I can’t say anything. He’s not my boyfriend and I’m not his girlfriend. I doubt he’d want to be with me when there’s other beautiful girls around the school.

~Fred’s POV~

“Come on mate! Help me with the ingredients!” My twin brother, George said handing me a few of the ingredients we will be needing for our love potion.

“Yeah, sorry” I mumble heading back to me and Georges empty desk where our cauldron sits awaiting our presence. I always wanted to make Amortentia yet smell it to see what I think is appealing to me.

“If this potion turns out alright, we might as well put it in our shop” George says nudging me on the arm as I smashed the Ashwinder eggs in a mortar until it turned into a fine powder.

“Sounds like a plan to me” I smirked adding the powder to the boiling cauldron. After, we added all the ingredients; we sat in our seats and waited for the potion to boil for a certain amount of time.

“What do you think you’ll smell?” George asked me looking at our boiling cauldron. I shrugged my shoulders.

“I don’t know. We’ll just have to wait and see.”

Professor Slughorn roams the potions classroom and tests everyones love potions. Some he smiles gratefully and others he just says ‘We’ll try again later’. He then reaches me and George’s cauldron, he hovers over it and takes a deep inhale.

“Well done, boys! Ten points to Gryffindor!” Professor Slughorn says before moving to the front of the classroom. Me and George high five each other while jumping in the air.

“Now, everyone may smell they’re potion! Go on!” He gestures to everyone. George goes first and takes a whiff.

“Pumpkin pasties, Home, and Fresh laundry” George says taking another inhale, I push him out of the way eagerly wanting to smell the potion.

“Home, Butterbeers, and….and…” The last smell is awfully familiar. I can’t put my finger on it and I definitely remember it from somewhere. Then it hit me. (Y/n). I looked up to and made eye contact with her immediately for she was already looking at me. She looked equally as surprised as me.

“And, what mate? What is it?” George says awaiting my reply. I don’t listen to him and continue to stare at (Y/n).

(Y/n) is what I smell in my potion. I know realize that I’ve liked (Y/n) for a while now. All those feelings in my stomach when I was around her was not just my stomach acting up it was butterflies. All those times I got sweaty around her was because I liked her!

~(Y/n)’s POV~

I take a deep inhale and indulge in the aroma that was coming off of our cauldron. There was butterbeer, fresh parchment, and Fred. Fred?! I take another inhale to make sure I’m not hallucinating. I smell Fred in my potion. I look up at him to see him inhaling his love potion, he instantly looks up and makes eye contact with me making me knees feel weak.

“What do you smell?” My friend asked me as I stood stunned in place. I ignore her answer and jump off of my seat.

“I have to go” I say quietly grabbing my bag and running out of the classroom. I stop in an empty corridor and try to steady my breathing and my crazy rapid heartbeat. I guess my question was answered, I do like Fred.

“(Y/n)” I hear his voice coming from behind me. I whip around to see him walking towards me.

“What did you smell in your potion?” He asks me, I shake my head.

“I’ll tell you mines if you tell me yours.” I say. There’s a moment of silence before I decide to just spit it out.

“You” We say at the same time. Fred shifts his gaze to my lips and leans down and kisses me softly. My eyes widen but I soon melt into the kiss. It felt so good, no words were able to describe that kiss. He puts his hands on my hips and brings me closer while I cup his face. His kiss is gentle and warming, his touch makes my skin tingle.

“I knew it!” We pulled apart as we heard those words. It was George and my friend side by side rushing towards us. They kept babbling on and on and on about how they knew that we fancied each other. Me and Fred looked at each other and smiled. Merlin, am I glad that I made a love potion.


Because Stilinski family feels are ruining me and I needed to let it out in some way. (It’s not my fault it turned into Sterek feels too.)

Derek doesn’t know why he didn’t give up the loft, rather than just selling it or renting it out when he left. Since Laura died, Beacon Hills has never felt like home, and after he evolved he thought he was ready to say goodbye to it. But the moment he steps back inside the building, he knows why he couldn’t- can’t- let it go yet; knows why he locked the door, but left a key in a place only a certain sarcastic little shit would know how to look for.

Erica used to ask him if a werewolf could recognise someone just by their heartbeat, and while Derek had told her they could, it isn’t as easy as listening to it once. Heartbeats aren’t like faces, even though they are all unique; each beating out just a slightly different rhythm from the next, but only if you are really listening for it.

It surprised Derek to learn he knows Stiles’ heartbeat like he does. He doesn’t even know when he first knew he would be able to pick it out of a crowd if he had to, but he does; and while that scared him once, it doesn’t so much now. Maybe it’s the whole evolving thing, or maybe it’s because he’s been texting Stiles ever since he left. Either way, Stiles doesn’t scare Derek anymore. Which, perhaps ironically, terrifies him in a whole new way.  

Stiles’ heartbeat is beating fast inside the loft, and Derek doesn’t even take the time to fully close the door all the way before he is making his way towards the stairs and running up them.

“Hey,” he whispers, turning on the light to the bedroom. His bedroom, although it has never felt like it.

Stiles is lying on the bed, face buried slightly in the pillow there. It wouldn’t take a werewolf to realise he has been crying.

“Hey,” he says again when Stiles doesn’t respond. What he does do is curl his legs up slightly and Derek sits down beside him, taking it as an invitation.  “Have you been here long?”

Stiles glances up at him, and as soon as he does Derek can’t help it with the look he finds there. He climbs over Stiles and slides in behind him, wrapping his arms around him. There was a time when he was always this tactile and while he’s sure he hasn’t reverted back to old ways, Stiles has always kind of made him feel like fifteen again.

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Love is a choice (10) - the end

Originally posted by wintertracer


The next instalment in the “Love is a…” series, the sequel to “Love is a weapon”.

Pairings: Husband!Steve x reader (it’s going to rip your heart out), Bucky x reader

Warnings: angst and a happy ending

Word count: 1.789

Summary of part 10: The truth is finally out there. Has Y/N survived?

A/N: To be honest, I rewrote the entire ending because in the end, the choice is always yours and no one can tell you what to do.

Background information: As negotiator for the NYPD, you and Steve Rogers meet during a raid in Brooklyn. It’s love at first sight, but 4 years later your powers put your marriage at risk. Will it be Steve or Bucky to save you from the darkness?

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