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It’s Our Turn (Guess Who’s Back Part 2)

Writer - @damndescendants

Requested - nope. Just doing a part 2 to give you something while I finish requests up

Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants

Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader

Summary – After their encounter with Harry Hook, (Y/N) and the other Villain Kids make their plan to get Ben back and find a way to bring Harry back with them 

Warning(s) - fighting, near drowning, fluff at end, bad writing because I have no idea where this was going lmao

Originally posted by rottentothecoreee

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Why Did  You Fail Me? ~Freaky February~ (D.W)

Prompt: I like reviving my old stories! I have a ton more. Here is the one before.

Pairing: Teach!Dean x Student!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: Age gap

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Raging boner part 1

Now I didn’t hit puberty until I was 15 years old. Very late bloomer. Well, I had a sister that was 2 years younger than me. She hit puberty at like 9 years old. Omg, she was very developed for her age, at 12, she had a D cup size. & one Memorial day weekend our parents went away & left us home alone. I was still pubescent at 15 & she was 12 & next week was her 13th birthday & she was in 7th grade I was a Freshman in High School. Now it was Friday night, & we were bored & it was a very hot day/night so we decided to hit our pool. Now I’ve always saw my sister before in her bikinis & never thought anything of it, but that night, she put on a bikini I never saw her wear before, it was a skimpy white two piece & her tits were just too big for the top they were halfway sticking out & I couldn’t stop staring at ‘em. I wasn’t really interested in girls yet, but at that moment everything changed, I not only saw girls in a whole new light, but my own sister gave me an the most intense erection I never felt before. I said I’ll brb, so I ran back upstairs to my room & I pull my shorts down & boom, just like that, my cock was like twice its size, I freaked the F out. I just hit puberty to the thought of my sister’s tits. So I waited & thought my erection would go away, but OMG, kept thinking on & on about her in her bikini I exploded all over my room, it just bursted out like a fire hydrant. I had to clean up & fast & all of a sudden she walks right into my room as I’m naked with a total erection still & I remember I grabbed my shirt & covered my cock & told her to get the fuck out. She’s like make me & she stood there with a smirk on her face, because we always wrestled & she was stronger than me & would always pin me, but she saw I was naked & we even used to see each other naked it was no biggie, but that moment was different, because I’m hiding my hard on & she could smell the salty aroma in the air. She then started to come towards me & she starts grabbing the shirt i’m covering up with & says what are you hiding, I said stop, stop, get the fuck out now! & of course that didn’t stop her, she kept tugging on my shirt, so I let go & jumped on my bed face first & then she jumped on top of me. Oh fuck, I couldn’t turn over & when she’s on top she’s trying to turn me over, like she was trying to pin me, like before. So she gets up & grabs my leg by the ankle & pulls me off the bed, so now I’m fucked, I flip over & bam, just like that, she saw my raging hard on & things just all of a sudden changed, like she knew exactly why I was hiding my manhood & I didn’t think she knew why, but she knew, my sister wasn’t a virgin, she lost her virginity to my Cousin I later found out in life. She was molested twice, by a family member & a friend of the family. So when she saw my big hard throbbing cock, she turned around & walked out of my room. I was like, phew, that was sooooo embarrassing, I went back to cleaning up all my cum. Now, I finish finally cleaning it up, & wait about a half hour & decide to go grab something out of the fridge, well, I’m making a quick sandwich & my sister walks by me still in her bikini & goes let’s watch a movie downstairs, we always would lay on our bean bags, this is back in the 1980’s & watch movies together. So I said cool, be right down. So about 2 minutes later, I go down there & we start looking at all the movies we had to agree on a flick, so we finally agree on a movie, & as she pops it into the VCR, I saw her ass, & fuck, I’m getting another boner, so I flip over onto my stomach & she plops down right next to me on her bean bag. Now the movie is on, it’s rated R & had adult themes, & 5 minutes into the movie a sex scene comes on & we look right at each other, lock eyes, & she starts kissing me, I? mean heavy & very passionate & I never kissed a girl like that before. I was scared to death & excited as you could imagine. If people are interested, I’ll finish the rest of my true story

To be continued…….

It never faded

Harry imagine where he turns up at your door after you guys broke up. I really hope you guys will like this imagine and that you’ll set aside the time to read it. :)
A lot of fluff and emotions ahead, no mature content aside from some harsh words.

Again, picture is not mine. Some beautiful member of the internet blessed us with it.

It had been two weeks since I had last seen Harry and one week since he had last tried to call me. Our break up had been a messy one, filled with screaming and crying. Words were shouted neither of us could ever truly mean and when I had finally cried that I wanted our relationship to be over, Harry was just as surprised as I was. And yet I didn’t take it back. And he didn’t try to stop me. I somewhat calmly went upstairs, packed the few belongings I had at brought to his place, and left without a word of goodbye.

I traveled back to my hometown and moved in with my old flatmate. She still owned the same apartment I had lived in when Harry had first come around and swept me off my feet. After dating for two months I agreed to go to London with him, which now I knew had been a mistake. Moving in with someone after knowing them for so short had not been a smart move. Literally.
Soon what had once been a loving relationship turned into two people trying to adjust to each other’s lifestyles and utterly failing at it. After his band got back on the road, it was like I was in a relationship with a ghost. The distance felt unbearable and with time differences and crappy internet connection, not even the few skype calls that we made could change that.

I wasn’t any happier being away from him now, but I comforted myself with the thought that at least I didn’t have to try and pretend to be anymore. After sulking in bed for a week, mourning my failed relationship, I was ready to move on. I still loved Harry with everything I had, truly. But after ignoring the first few voice messages of him sobbing into his phone I received messages of him lulling how glad he was that I had finally fucked off, how much better he was doing, that it would be as easy as counting to three to find a new girl to take my place.
It hurt of course, but if he was fine without me than why shouldn’t I be alright without him?

“Is it okay if I leave you alone tonight?” my flatmate Kylie asked standing in the doorway.

“Sure, why wouldn’t it be?” I responded, folding the shirt I was currently holding.

“You’ve been crying on a daily basis when all of a sudden you just stopped all together. It’s not normal. I’m kind of waiting for you to snap and explode or something.”

“What would seem normal to you then?” I asked with a laugh.

She jokingly tapped her finger to her chin. “Maybe you begging me to go egg his fancy ass house.”

“Not gonna happen,” I giggled while shaking my head. “But seriously, I’m alright. And I’ll survive a night without you hovering over me like a mother hen.”

Kylie threw her head back at that and laughed: “So it’s okay for the mother hen to go out for the night?”

“Of course it is,” I assured.

“You’re sure? I can stay if-”

“I’m sure,” I interrupted. “Just because my world ended doesn’t mean yours has to as well.”

She rolled her eyes. “Shit like that’s what makes me worry about you.”

“I’m joking,” I protested..

“Only half heartily.”

She gave me another long look before grinning confidently. “How hot do I look?”

“Very,” I complimented. “Your date is going to struggle keeping it in his pants tonight.”

“Great, that’s the look I was going for.”

After she left I decided to treat myself a little and make some popcorn. Once settled on our couch I pressed the play button on the telly and soon found an action movie I hadn’t seen in a long time. All in all, I felt pretty good about myself.

I jumped when the doorbell rang. The sky had long turned dark and one look at my phone told me that it was almost 11pm. Who was ringing people’s doorbells at this time?
It was unlikely that Kylie had forgotten her key and she would’ve told me if she had invited someone over, right? I reached for a fork that was laying on our coffee table after lunch which would weakly serve me as a weapon before my feet carried me hesitantly to the door. It only took one quick peek through the keyhole for me to pull the door open.

I had spend the last weeks forcing myself not to think about him until it had come to the point where his face was almost a blur in my mind. Looking at him now I couldn’t understand how that could’ve possibly happen. How could I ever forget how beautiful he was? His big but delicate hands, his strong, muscular arms and broad shoulders. His neck, who’s skin I knew was so warm after kissing it multiple times. The shape of his face, blessed with cheekbones to die for. And his brown, full curls, shorter than I remembered them, but just as soft looking. The gentle pink of his kissable lips and lastly his eyes. Those mesmerizing, enchanting, green eyes.

I was too stunned to say something. He had often laughed and blushed when I confessed how his looks took my breath away, but I hadn’t been kidding. My brain was too shocked to form a proper sentence. So instead I took a second look at him. And that changed my entire view.

His eyes were bloodshot, muting the green and held a unmistakable sadness. His eyelids looked twice their size as they were swollen and the skin beneath his eye resembled black shadows. His lips were bitten, dry and not half as full as I could’ve sworn they used to be when I kissed them. The curls hung in a mess, falling barley far enough to cover his frowned forehead. His face seemed more narrow and the veins on his neck were more visible than usually. His shoulders slacked, his arms hang limply by his sides and his knuckles were blue from bruising.

My breath hitched at how transformed he looked. Not at all like the man I had left behind.

“Harry?” I asked, my voice nothing above whimper. Given the transition he had gone through, I truly felt like I had to ask if it was really him.

“Y/N”, he croaked out and that was it.

I opened my arms and he practically fell into them. Harry shamelessly sobbed into my shoulder, wetting my flannel as I gently combed my fingers through his hair. My nails slightly scratched the skin of his neck, but it did little to calm him down.

“What happened?” I whispered. “Harry? What’s wrong, my love? Are you hurt?”

He didn’t answer, instead his sobs increased and I moved my arms to his shoulders, trying to loosen his hold to check if he was injured. When he didn’t budge I sighed and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His skin felt so cold.

“Come on. Let me get you inside. You’re freezing.”

Finally he allowed me to carefully pull away from him and take hold of his hands, pulling him inside. I lead him to the small living room and sat him down on the couch, getting into a kneeling position in front of him. Normally he would joke about how I could have “at least bought him dinner first”, but right now there was nothing even remotely sexual to my position. I rested my hands on his thighs, moving them in soothing circles.

“Harry, please tell me what happened.”

All I got as response was a shake of his head and more tears falling from his eyes. I didn’t know what to do. I was supposed to hate him, like I somehow had only hours ago. But now with him crying in front of me I couldn’t help but forget everything instantly and just want to care for him, hide him away and be the shield between him and whatever it had been that had hurt him so badly. There was something about Harry that had me want to bundle him up in a blanked whenever I saw him even remotely upset.

“Harry, please try to calm down,” I begged when he hiccuped. “I can’t stand seeing you like this. I’ll go and get you a cup of tea, alright? It’ll warm you up and ease you a little. Please, in the meantime try to relax. Okay?”

He sniffed loudly and then nodded. I got up and went to the kitchen. The water couldn’t boil fast enough and I nervously tapped my fingers on the sink. When it finally did, I quickly filled two cups and walked back. Harry obviously hadn’t calmed down. I suppressed a sigh as I placed the two cups on the coffee table and sat down next to my ex boyfriend.

“What can I do to make it better?” I asked quietly. “Tell me, please. I’m loosing my mind, seeing you this way.”

“Everything”, he started, voice so thin I almost missed it. “Everything is wrong, Y/N.”

He looked up and his eyes met mine, knocking every remaining ounce of anger still in me right on out.

“Come here”, I whispered and pulled him against me again. “I don’t want to push you,” I mumbled softly and I felt him shake his head in a nod. Goosebumps rose on my skin upon feeling his sobs against my chest. “We won’t speak right now. Let me turn on the TV and you can take your time to calm down. Maybe sleep a little. You look like you haven’t in days, my love. And when you wake up and feel more rested, we can look into making whatever got you upset go away, alright?”

“You’re letting me stay?” he murmured, avoiding my eyes. His voice broke halfway through the sentence.

Was I? The rational part of my brain screamed at me not to. But my heart had already found it’s familiar place where it had spent the last few months; right in his hands.

“Pass me the remote.”

We watched a movie in silence, neither of us paying much attention. Harry’s sobs lessened after a while and at some point we moved from our sitting position into me lying on my back and Harry laying half on top of me, his arms wrapped around my waist tightly. I stroke his hair and rested my cheek against his forehead. Though it felt like we were making a mistake, my heart squeezed almost painfully when he pressed a soft kiss against the skin of my cheek. I felt like every cell in my body awakened from a long sleep and I couldn’t deny how good it felt to have his body heat keeping me warm, instead of a blanket. Halfway through the film I could hear him snore quietly.

I must’ve fallen asleep too because a loud “I’m back!” call ripped me out of unconsciousness. My hand instantly moved to Harry’s neck and I was relieved when I found that he hadn’t woken up.

“I’m in here”, I murmured, hoping Kylie would hear me.

“I must tell you about what happened when I- Wait,” she stopped in her tracks when her eyes landed on the man lying on top of me. My cheeks burned and I tried to avoid her gaze.

She cleared her throat. “Tell me this isn’t what’s his face, but some hot dude you hooked up with to get over him.”

I gave her an awkward smile. “I would if it were true.”

“Y/N!” she yelled and I winced, covering Harry’s ear that wasn’t pressed against my collarbones. “What is he doing here? Why did you even let him inside this house?”

“Shh, please, you’re gonna wake him up.”

“So?” she exclaimed, not lowering her voice, “He’s the asshole over whom you have been bawling your eyes out and now what? He just shows up at your door? Really? Has he realized what big of a prick he is? What the hell, he’s such a-”

“Please don’t do this right now,” I interrupted her and shifted uncomfortably under her stare, “He showed up as a complete mess, what was I supposed to do? Nothing’s forgiven but how could I turn him away? Please, give him a break.”

She huffed and shook her head. “I may refrain from killing him right now. But only because I’m wearing heels.”

“Thanks,” I whispered, lifting my hand to wound my fingers into his curls. He looked so peaceful when he slept. And so adorable. So utterly handsome.

“Don’t look at him like that,” my friend’s voice interrupted my staring.

“Look at him like what?”

“With those eyes that scream how in love with him you are.”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. “Not that you’ve seen what mine went like, how did your night go?”

She allowed me the change of subject with an eye roll. “I’ll give you the short version now and the long, funny one tomorrow. It was amazing.”

“I’m glad.”

“Yeah, me too.” She smiled. “Anyway, I’m going to bed now. Have a good snuggle then.”

“Yeah alright, good night.”

“Tomorrow it’s either you kicking him out, or me!” she called from the stairs. I shook my head and groaned quietly.

“She’s right, you know.”

I looked down to see Harry awake, moving awkwardly off of me and into a sitting position. I found myself wishing he wouldn’t have, missing his warmth already.

“How much of this did you hear?” I asked, crossing my arms over my stomach to keep from reaching out for him.

“Enough,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse.

I sat up too and scooted back to lean against the armrest and to put space between us.


“I’m so sorry, Y/N”, he interrupted me. “I’m a piece of shit, I know that. I’m the biggest asshole walking this wor-”

“Stop, Harry, stop. You’re none of that.”

“Yeah, I am,” he contradicted me. “I don’t deserve your comfort just like you don’t deserve my burden. I- oh gosh I completely ruined your evening. Why do I always fuck everything up? I’m-”

“What happened?” I interrupted his rambling. “What did you mean when you said everything was wrong?”

He shrugged, brushing some strands out of his face.

“Everything built up I guess,” he sniffed and I hoped he wouldn’t cry again. It took all I had not to brush the remaining wetness from his tears off his cheeks.

“Breaking up with you was horrible, Y/N. Not a day passed without me regretting it so much my heart hurt. You could probably tell by my voice messages I left-”

“You mean the ones where you told me how much better off you were?”

“Shit,” Harry rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, “you must know that I didn’t mean that at all. That was the alcohol speaking.”

“You got drunk during the week?”

“What was I supposed to do with myself, knowing that you being gone was all my fault? I missed you so much, Y/N. I can’t even form the right words to explain how much it hurt to be without you.”

“I missed you, too, Harry”, I admitted and he gave me a small smile. “I don’t understand what happened to us.”

“I know it sounds lame but I was under so much stress and I wrongly took it all out on you. The pressure my job brings was just so much and though I love my family, they were constantly giving me a hard time about how I didn’t visit or call them often enough and that is true, but it still bugged me having to hear it all the time. I knew how unhappy I was making you by being gone all the time and that resulted into me feeling like crap.”

“Which then resulted into you behaving horrible around me.”

Harry bit his lip and nodded. “Pretty much. Like I said, I’m an asshole.”

“You’re not, baby,” I told him, looking away in embarrassment when the pet name slipped my lips. It didn’t go unnoticed by him and he cleared his throat. I was glad when he continued without addressing it.

“I just feel lost, Y/N. I don’t have a clue who I am anymore.”

“You’re Harry,” I whispered with a frown and in a bold move took his hand in mine. My thumbs gently caressed the back of his palms. “You are by far the best possible human being I know. A human, Harry. Though you seem to disagree, you actually don’t have to be perfect. It’s okay if you can’t deal with everything and endure all that pressure. The fault isn’t yours, it’s your job’s and your family’s attitude. You’re always so kind and so considerate with everybody’s feelings, I wish the world would give you some of it back.”

He squeezed my hands and his eyes shone with fresh tears. “See this is exactly why I had to see you. You always know the right words to mend me.”

A blush formed on my cheeks and I looked down at our fingers, intwined once again.

“But I don’t deserve it,” Harry continued. “I don’t deserve you. Y/N I’m so sorry about everything I said that night and in those stupid voice messages I left you. You have to believe me that I would take it all back! I didn’t mean a single word I said and I am so pissed at myself for not stopping you from leaving. The image of you walking through that door and away from me has replayed in my mind and broken my heart so many times, you can’t even imagine.”

“Then why didn’t you fight for me?” I asked, swallowing down my own tears that tried to form in my eyes and spill onto my cheeks.

“I wanted to, baby,” he whispered, putting my heart back into pieces by calling me that. “Believe me, I did. But I felt so awful, Y/N. I knew how unhappy I  made you and I didn’t want that for you anymore. Especially after you didn’t return any call I left. Not even the ones where I was crying. I thought you really must be done with me if you can even ignore those.”

“I was hurting, Harry. I needed time away from you to clear my head and when I was ready to talk about us all I got from was you rambling on about how much better your life was ever since I wasn’t part of it anymore.”

“I’m so sorry,” Harry shook his head and squeezed my hand. My body tensed when he reached up and stroke over my cheek with the back of his hand, the gesture used to be so common between us, but now he quickly let his hand fall back to his lap. “I’ve never been more of a mess than since you left. Asshole that I am, I thought that you were fine and wanted to let you know that I was too.”

“Oh, Harry… you’re such an idiot,” I breathed, “How could I be remotely happy without you by my side?”

“I hope you couldn’t,” he whispered, a shy smile gracing his lips. “I miss you.”

“I miss you so much.”

Harry slowly raised his arm again and gently cradled my cheek.

“Y/N, baby, do you think you could forgive me?” he asked quietly, “I know I messed up big time, but I promise you, I can do better and I will. I’ll make sure that I’m home more and that I’ll take the time to listen to you. I’d even learn how to use the bloody washing machine if that’s what it takes. Anything, but please, come back to me.”

I leaned into his hand and looked down, both of my hands holding his free one tightly, afraid he would disappear again if I didn’t. When I spoke, my voice hitched with happiness.

“If you ever say what you said to me that night again, I’m gone for good. I mean it.”

“I promise I won’t,” he swore, shaking his head. His mesmerizing eyes didn’t leave mine as he urged me to believe him. “I will never disappoint you like this again, I swear. I-”

Not needing to hear any more, I let go of his hand and grabbed his face, pressing my needy lips to his. I didn’t care how desperate I seemed, clinging on to him and particularly nestling myself onto his lap. Though I could feel his surprise, he immediately kissed back, just as urgently as I did. Oh, how I missed this. Feeling his warm and soft lips against mine, his tongue lick against my bottom lip, begging me to allow him in, which I of course granted. It didn’t go unnoticed by me that his lover lips felt slightly rougher than it normally had, but I didn’t care. Instead I deepened the kiss in hopes I could mend the torn skin. Harry’s hands held my waist, keeping me pressed against him. My heart felt like it would burst at any minute and my head was cloudy. Kissing him after missing his taste so badly resembled the feeling you get when you burst through the surface of water after having been under for too long. Though breathing wasn’t easy with his mouth pressed to mine, my lungs never felt fuller. Neither of us seemed ready to break the kiss and he moaned lowly when my clothed crotch rubbed against his. When we pulled away we were both smiling so wide our cheeks hurt.

“I love you,” I promised him. “That could’ve never faded away.”

“I love you, too” Harry assured, pressing a small kiss to my nose before pulling away again. “For alway.”

“That’s all I want,” I giggled happily and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Harry hummed in content and cradled me tighter against his chest.

“Does that mean you’ll protect me when your friend tries to kick me out tomorrow?”

Hope you liked it! This is an imagine that I’ve had for a very long time and that I have rewritten a bunch of times. Feedback is welcome and so are requests! :)

Assassin!Seungcheol Pt 1

Requested by anon: Can please request a seungcheol mafia au with angst and fluff 💘 

hi lil anon i was actually already planning on writing this au right before you requested! I hope this was something along the lines of what you were looking for!! happy bday to papa cheols he is sUCH A BIAS WRECKER!! AND IM SORRY I WROTE SO MUCH FOR THIS!!! THIS ALMOST SURPASSED WOLF!WONWOO’S LENGTH JLSDJFDLS I WILL DO A PART 2 IF PEOPLE WANT IT!!!

also I was in the middle of writing this when all of a sudden i got a notification that @cheollies posted one and i was like oMG ARE U SERIOUS HERS IS SO MUCH BETTER!! go check hers out IM SO IN LOVE WITH HER WRITING OMG SHE GIVES ME INSPIRATION!!! my au takes a different direction bUT I FIND IT FUNNY HOW WE BOTH DID IT LMAO

warnings: fluff and a whole lotta angst, mention of some violence

Part 1 | Part 2 (Finale)

  • Yes another one
  • I apparently really like assassin and vigilante aus bc,,,, just look at wonwoo’s
  • anyways birthday boi papa cheols can run me over with this au bye
  • Seungcheol had always been involved in the shady realm of business
  • His father was a politician and,,,, well he wasn’t bad but he wasn’t good either
  • Seungcheol, however, thought his father did some questionable things
  • His suspicions were confirmed one day
  • “You’re gonna need to protect me”
  • And lil cheollie was like ???? what do you mean dad????
  • “Son, I have a lot of enemies, and that’s inevitable when you have this type of job. I don’t trust anyone else to do this job,,, so,,,,,,”
  • Poor smol cheols is still really confused like dad im still not understanding
  • “I need you to,,,,, take care,,,,,, of some people for me”
  • “Take care?? Like help them when they’re sick???”
  • “Sure…. Sick…. Let’s go with that”
  • And from then on, seungcheol started this dirty job his father brainwashed him into doing
  • He was only in middle school when he had to do his first “mission”
  • Since his dad didn’t want him to do anything big just yet, he only had cheols start off by dropping in poison discreetly in drinks
  • His missions slowly started to grow larger and next thing you know Seungcheol is taking up self defense classes

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Total Knockout: Boxer!Tom AU

A/N: I had an itch to do this about a month ago, but Boxer!Tom Night with @tbholland yesterday set me over the edge. Inspired by my favorite boxing movie, Southpaw, so you’ll see some similarities 😉

Warnings: Swearing (always), Angst for days, TW blood (???), TW mention of pain killers


Boxing was our life. It was all we’d ever done. I say ‘our’ because for as long as I’d known Tom, since we were kids, that’s what he’d always been. Even before a contract, even before his name was up in lights, he was a fighter. And he was my fighter. And before you up and judge me for being cheesy, I’ll tell you that the first day I met him was when he punched a boy in the school yard for trying to get a hand up my skirt after I’d told him no.

Almost ten years later and he was still my defender, but I was his, too. It was my job to keep it all running. It was my job to keep him safe from everything that wasn’t a glove. I was the woman behind the man, and when the pressure was on him, the pressure was on me, too.

We took separate cars to Madison Square Garden for the fight. I knew Tom needed to be with the boys right up until it was time, and I didn’t mind. I was texting his mom from where I sat in the backseat. Yes I’d look after him, no Nikki don’t watch it, yes I’ll give him your love.

This was a big fight. He’d been undefeated for so long, there was a lot riding on tonight. The town car pulled into the back entrance and I got out, pulling down the hemline of my dress. I passed security confidently —they knew I was coming— making my way to the back room where they would be prepping him.

I knocked on the door, trying to suppress my own jitters. The door opened and Tom’s coach, Yousif, greeted me.

“Hi, beautiful.” He kissed me on the cheek.

“How is he?” I asked, glancing across the room. I could see Tom sitting on the edge of a table with his headphones on, looking down at the ground with intensity.

“I think we’ve got him there. I think he’s ready. But you gotta seal the deal, you know how he is.”

I nodded. He’s anxious. He always was. It was 20 minutes until start.

“I need a minute.” I said to Yousif.

He clapped his hands together, “You got him, Queen. Hey boys!” He called over to the handful of Tom’s friends, milling around the room. They knew it was my time.

Harrison was his cutman tonight, so I made sure to pull him aside as he walked toward the door.

“Watch that left brow, Haz. That’s where it always starts.” Harrison held up some bandages already with him and put a hand on my shoulder, “He’s gonna be fine. He’s ready.”

The door closed behind me and Tom still hadn’t looked up. That was normal for him, he was in a trance. I approached him from across the room, my heels clicked on the concrete as I pep talked myself in preparation to pep talk him.

“Hey.” I prompted, stepping into his line of sight. He looked up at me, face softening at my smile. I pulled his hands around my waist and slid the headphones off his ears.

“Hey baby–” he leaned up to kiss me. His lips were hungry, but he was the first to break away. He was always the first to break away before a fight. He let me look him over for a minute. I always wanted to memorize his face before he went out. It was hard on me and he knew it, but we both knew this was the only way for him. It had only ever been boxing.

“You ready, King?” I asked, moving my hips like I was revving him up. His eyes were adoring but his face was serious.

“I can do this one. I’ve got him. No problem.”

I bit back a smile. Growing up, Tom always used to say “No problem”, even if the kid he was about to fight was twice his size. That happened a lot, when we were kids. But this wasn’t then. This is what he trained to do. He needed this win.

And in that moment, I knew he didn’t need to hear it from me, too. So I scrapped my speech, all the words about his mum worrying and the crowd cheering, and just pulled him to my forehead.

“Don’t get hit too much, ok?” I whispered.

I was seated front row next to Harry, who was periodically leaning over and promising me Tom was ok. But I wasn’t so sure that he was ok. It was like he was a newcomer in the ring, a baby in comparison. I needed to stop that line of thinking.

“Guard your fucking eye!” Yousif was screaming.

“Why is he taking so many punches?” I whispered to myself. Sure, Tom was getting the hits in, but he was hardly defending. Blow after blow went back and forth between the two of them, blood was running down his face and I was biting the insides of my cheeks to keep myself from screaming, too.

The bell rang and Tom collapsed in the corner, Harrison on his face in an instant. Yousif crouched down in front of him, yelling instructions. Tom looked tired. It was heading into the tenth and he still hadn’t finished this.

Over the noise of the crowd, I could hear him saying “I know I know I know. Fuck! I know.” He squeezed his eye shut as Harrison fixed him up as best he could. I couldn’t hold my tongue anymore.

“Tommy!” I shouted, his head immediately snapping in my direction. I threw my hands up in confusion. “Knock him out, babe!” He was breathing hard and he didn’t say anything, but I knew he felt my words in his core. The bell rang and he flew up.

Right hook, bob, cross, fall back, one-two punches. A left corkscrew put him bleeding on the canvas. The referee got to the count of six and he was up again, coming back fierce. He ducked and jabbed and weaved his way around the ring, keeping off the ropes. But he was still getting hit, a significant amount.

“Fuck.” Harry hissed. “Come on, Tom.”

Then something changed. I could see it through the blood running down his face. Like he was just sick of it. In a flamboyant fashion, he landed a series swings and with one final blow and the longest count of 8 I’d ever endured in my life— he won.

The stadium exploded and all the guys around me screamed and shook one another as Tom’s fist was raised high in the air and models surrounded him and a belt was placed in his hands. It was everything we wanted, but I felt sick inside. Cameras flashed on me as Tom turned in my direction and blew me a kiss. I beamed as bright as I could fake and then was whisked backstage to the prep room to wait for him.

The aftermath was always a flurry. Everyone shouting, trying to keep the loser away from the winner, press settling in for the post-conference. I couldn’t stand to sit out there on his panel tonight, so I waited and watched on the television screen.

He looked like absolute shit. Harrison had done his best and Tom obviously had to check out with the fight physicians, but I swear the other guy had about beat his face in. I could only imagine how many bloody towels were sitting just off camera.

Tom smiled bright as he was peppered with questions about his come-from-behind win. He laughed as reporters teased him about getting beat up pretty good. And he shrugged nonchalantly when asked if he’d take on another challenger in the next couple of weeks.

After the news conference ended I could hear the boys all coming down the hall. When the door opened, Tom came trudging through. He looked worse in person, his exhaustion a clear physical weight on his shoulders. He managed a dopey smile at me.

“Hi Princess.” He extended an arm for me to come near, and I reluctantly did.

“I think you’re going to need another shower before we leave here.” I mumbled into his shoulder. He kissed my hair over and over, so happy with himself.

“Can’t hit the town smelling like a winner, eh?” He teased.

I stepped back and stared at him.

“You aren’t honestly thinking about going to the after parties, are you?” I glared over and Harrison and Harry, who both avoided eye contact.

I frowned at Tom as he tried to sway me, “Come on, love. We won! It’s going to be fucking wild. You can join me for this second shower, if that’d help.” He winked as best he could with his tortured face, and Harry made some type of choking sound. Harrison was used to it.

I shook my head at him, feeling my frustration rise. He needed to go home. He needed to rest. We needed to talk.

My wishes were unsurprisingly ignored. Tom was always susceptible to peer pressure, and with the guys rehashing the fight play by play, bolstering his ego like it was their job, of course he was going to want to celebrate.

We were lead out a main exit where a massive crowd lined the barricades, and flashes of cameras made my vision spotty. Security kept close and Tom clutched my hand as we made our way to the car, and then to the party.

Once we had arrived, he sat proudly next to me, his hand never leaving my thigh, inching his way up it, in fact. My skin tight dress felt suffocating as I sat silently, counting down the minutes until the night was over.

Finally, well after midnight with the party still raging, Tom turned to me.

“Ready to go, Princess?” He was definitely a bit buzzed, but not smashed, and I thanked God for that. I needed him coherent.

“I’m ready.”

Our ride home was silent. The boys were gone, the cameras were gone, and his hand on my thigh was gone. I could see in the faint light that his jaw was set, and he wouldn’t look at me. My stomach twisted with anxiety, but I hardened myself. There was a fight coming, and we both knew it.

After the car pulled into the driveway, he made no effort to open the door for me, a gesture he rarely skipped. Instead, he walked straight into the house and left me trailing behind on his heels.

“Don’t do this to me.” I called to him as we jogged up the stairs. I could see him wince even ten steps ahead of me, and it wasn’t from my words.

“Do what?” He yelled back, heading to our room. “I couldn’t possibly understand what the problem is here.”

“Don’t make me look like I’m nagging and crazy! You know why we have to talk!”

We were in the bedroom now, Tom grunting as he pulled his shirt over his head, grabbing a bottle of pain killers.

“What happened out there tonight?” I motioned out the window.

“Baby, I won. That’s what happened.” He still wouldn’t look at me, instead bracing himself on the edge of the bathroom sink.

“No, no. You punched the hardest. I don’t equate that to winning.”

Tom’s head turned sharply to look at me now, his face disgusted, his already fat lip pouted out even further, “I spend years being the underdog and now I’m finally making it and you’re telling me you’ve got a problem? You’re by me when I lose but not when I win?”

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that, Tom. You are all I care about. You get that?” I was desperate for him to hear me.

“Why do you have to bring this up now?” He spat bitterly.

I could feel the lump in my throat rising, “You know Tom, someday I’m going to have your children, and when I do I don’t want them afraid of their father’s face.” Then, as an after thought I added, “If this keeps up they’ll be lucky to even know their own father’s face.”

Tom looked up at the ceiling, hands running up into his hair.

“Baby, I won! This is good for us!”

“Yeah but it’s taking you way too long to get off now. You’re going to be punch drunk before you’re 25 if you keep up fighting like this.”

He moved towards me, arms spread wide, “What, baby? What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to block a punch now and then. It’s not weak to play defense.” I argued.

Tom shook his head in frustration, “That’s not how I fight.”

I sat down on the edge of the bed, “That’s how you’re going to fight if you expect me to believe that you love me and want to be with me for the rest of your life.”

Tom’s eyes widened at my ultimatum. It felt harsh, but I meant it. He wouldn’t live to see old age if he kept up at this rate. He stumbled over to the edge of the bed and sat beside me, resting his head on my shoulder. His hands clung to me as though I might walk out of the room at any second.

“I can’t lose you. You know I can’t lose you.” He choked out. I felt hot tears running down my arm.

My eyes filled with tears, too, “I am here for you. But you need to know that all these other guys, they’re in it for the glory. The minute your bad days start to outnumber your good, they’re all just going to scatter. When they’re gone, I’ll still be here. I’ll still believe in you. So for my sake, I need you to take a few less hits.”

“Ok…ok…” he whispered, still holding me, still on my shoulder.

“I love you. Ok? I love you.” I turned his chin up to look at me, “We’re in this big bad world together.”

His teary eyes turned to loving ones and he kissed me so hard I was glad he had the painkillers in his system.

Taking his face in my hands, I held him at arms length, “I would rather see you block a good punch then land a careless one any day of the week, you understand?” He nodded at me. He was good, but to survive he needed to smart, not just good. He knew it and I knew it.

“I’m sorry.” He said earnestly, turning to kiss my hand on his face. “I love you.”

“You know I’m proud of you.” I told him intently, standing up.

He scooted up to lean against the head of the bed while I started changing out of my miserable dress. It was quiet for a time.

“You know,” he mused, watching me, “I only went 10 rounds tonight. I’ve still got another two in me.”

My attention turned immediately in his direction and I smiled to myself, making my way over to the bed.

“Tommy Holland wants to go two whole rounds?” I whispered, crawling gently on top of him in my underwear, “With me?”

“Fuck.” He swallowed, looking me up and down, “If I have my way, I’d like to make you go three rounds.”

anonymous asked:

since we talking bout Lars I wanna give my opinion I think Lars is p justified for running. I'm really glad they didn't do the typical "oh he loves Sadie and he fights for her" like NO they gave him a GENUINE reaction to how someone would react coming face to face with a gem monster twice his size I know we all wanted him to stand up for Sadie, but Lars doing that just wouldn't be a reasonable response (for most people atleast) k rant over sorry just wanted to share


in which dex & bitty have a fight, bitty & ransom make out, dex comes to realize a few things, & poor nursey is ghosted for a couple hours. also pie.

[Part of the Blue-Eyed Jack ‘Verse. Set loosely between All Decked Out Like a Cowboy’s Dream and Kitty & the Biscuits]

CW: dubious consent (drunk surprise kissing), vague homophobia, coming out, canon typical alcohol abuse (they are taking very small shots i promise)


WP: And then Cait said she’d call the cops and those kids ran so fast, it was hilarious.

DN: who’s Cait?

DN: also LOL

WP: Chow’s girlfriend.

DN: wait i thought you guys were all gay

WP: Why would you think that?

DN: ur the Gay Country Band i thought that meant the Whole band

WP: No.

WP: Just Bitty.

WP: I think.

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Stupid Little Thing

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Warning: Angst, swearing

A/n: Just a little something I was working on when it was raining heavily here. I hope you enjoy it!


Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

It was raining. It usually was raining around exam time, and that’s something you’ve noticed over the last two years in University. Anytime the whole student body started to panic about exams, it started to rain, and it rained for days upon end, no sign of the sun splitting the stones anytime soon.

The library was filled with students from all different courses, but all doing the same thing; cramming. It was nearing nine in the evening, when you decided that was it; you had enough, you packed away your laptop and the three textbooks that you purchased over a year ago into your bag. The person sitting beside you left about twenty minutes ago, but his laptop and books were still there. You picked up your purple hoodie resting on the floor, throwing it on and zipping it up, loving the feeling of how baggy it felt.

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Devine (Part One)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: non

Summary: As a young child you came in contact with an entity. It possessed your body and gave you unthinkable powers. You managed to keep your power hidden for the most of your life, but one day everything goes wrong and you get on the radar of The Avengers.

Word Count: 1.328

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

You walk down the street with your hood pulled over your head, shadowing your face from the world. You keep your head low and scan your surroundings.

Ever since you have been living on your own you have been wary about everything around you. You felt unsafe and had the feeling you were being followed where ever you went.

You picked up your pace and maneuvered through the busy street of New York. You were close to your appartement building, your safe heaven.

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anonymous asked:

Numbers 112.,113. with monty

from this prompt post

112: “Why are you bleeding?”

113: “Where did all these puppies come from?”

Originally posted by knightlley

Hey, Y/N! Can I come over? I know ur parents are away this weekend ;)’  You looked down as your phone buzzed, gently setting Frank down next to you as you picked up the device.

“Fuck.” You quietly murmured to yourself, surveying the room around you as your mind began to race.

“Sure, babe.” You quickly texted back. Monty lived across town, which gave you about twenty minutes to figure out what to

“Good. Cuz I’m outside.”

“Shit!” You raced over to the window, stumbling over the hem of Monty’s oversized flannel bottoms, which you had stolen from him months prior. Outside, Monty stood leaning against the hood of his pickup, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he saw the pale blue curtain flicker, and your worried face peek out. You glanced nervously behind you, then smiled, hurrying over to the front door as Monty began to walk up the front path.

You quickly opened the heavy wooden front door, positioning your body in the opening as Monty neared the front porch.

“Hey babe.” Monty smiled as he walked up the steps.

“Hey yourself. You know, I was thinking that maybe we could do something outside today like a picnic on the lawn, or sunbathing or something so why don’t you just hang out here while I grab a blanket and put a shirt on, okay? Sounds good.” You nervously chuckled and stepped slightly backwards, beginning to close the door. A loud thump and a heavy force prevented you from doing so as Monty stepped forward, his large hand stopping the oak from shutting. 

“Y/N? You’re really worrying me. Are you okay? Is everything okay? What can I do for you? I’ll help you with anything, babe.” Concern flashed across his face as his honey brown eyes searched yours, his eyebrows raised as he reached out with his free hand to grab your hand. “Please, this is really concerning. What’s going on? Wait, why are you bleeding?!” His voice raised up as he looked down and saw a long scratch on the back of your hand.

“Well, shit. Frank must’ve scratched me.”

“Who the fuck is Frank?! Y/N! This isn’t funny.” He pushed by you into the house and his mouth fell open as he looked into the living room.

On the couch sat three dachsunds, one sleeping on the armrest, the other two playing tug of war with a small rope. On the blue armchair rested another one, who was lying on his back, all four paws sticking up in the air as he snored. On the ground, two more wrestled over a bone, and another one was sniffing a slipped curiously.

“Shit. That’s only…7…oh, nope. There’s Weenie.” Another one trotted around the corner of the kitchen, dragging a stuffed lamb that was twice his size behind it.

“Y/N…Where did all these puppies come from?” You glanced up at him sheepishly, a small smile spreading across your face as you gently laced your fingers through his.

“Um. Well, it’s kind of a funny story…you see, like, you know how you told me that volunteering at the animal shelter was a bad idea? And you know how I started work there yesterday? And you know how you’re, like, 93% of my impulse control? Well, I tried calling you and you didn’t pick up when this box of puppies was just, like, dropped off at the front steps, and they looked so, so sad, so because you didn’t answer your phone this is pretty much your fault, so you’re gonna have to answer to Mom and Dad, because like I said, you didn’t tell me not to take the box, so you’re kinda liable and responsible for this and I love you babe, did I tell you how much I love you and how hot you look in that shirt and how sweet and caring and loving you are?”

“Oh my god, Y/N. This spontaneity and excitement is why I fell in love with you but also why you concern me immensely.”

Morphine Confessions

Finn Shelby

“Is he alright?” 

Everyone in the room turned to look at you, their laughter quieting but not fully stopping. John stepped aside, letting you walk passed the crowd that surrounded the bed. 

“Y/n!” Finn exclaimed the moment his eyes landed on you, a large, dopey grin on his face, “Hello!” 

“Hello, Finn.” You could understand why everyone was laughing around him, he’d gone from being quiet to the loudest in the room., no longer trying to act like a serious adult around his older brothers. 

“He’s all fuzzy from the morphine, never had it before,” Arthur explained, “reckon he snuck some while we weren’t looking though.” Finn nodded in agreement from the bed, the smile on his face not getting any smaller. 

He’d gotten himself into a fight earlier that day, a boy twice his size had said something about not having an apatite while someone like Isaiah was sitting a meter away. Finn didn’t listen when Isaiah tried pulling him back, not realizing the consequence of standing up for his mate would be ending up bedridden for a few weeks. 

“You know, you know y/n is my best mate, Pol?” Polly smiled fondly at her nephew, last time he was so excited and talkative was back when he was still a child. “I’ve known her since I was, I was-”

“Four?” Tommy offered, chuckling at the way Finn’s head had not stopped bobbing up and down, he’d be agreeing to anything if he was asked. 

“Yes! Four!”

“Is she just your best mate?” John teased, you looked over at him, eyebrows raised, wondering what he was getting at. 

“John,” Polly warned, you looked between them, unsure of what they were implying.

“C’mon, Pol, he’ll say anything, ask him who really ate the entire tart before dinner that one Christmas, the one you beat me and Tommy for when he blamed us.” 

“It was me and y/n!” Finn said proudly. You gaped at him, a secret kept for more than half your lives and it was just gone. Polly’s eyes narrowed at him, remembering how angry she’d been when she noticed the tart was missing. You and Finn were only six, not capable of doing any harm in her eyes. She believed you the moment you both pointed fingers at his older brothers, the two of them took the blame but they hung Finn out the window for a few minutes to get back at him. “She said, she said she loved treacle, so I just, took it!” 

“And why did you just take it?” Tommy asked, he and John looked at each other, knowing what was about to happen. “Was there a special reason you took it, Finn?” 

Polly sighed and walked off, looking defeated by her nephews. Arthur followed, clapping you on the shoulder as he walked passed, leaving just you, Tommy and John in the room with Finn. Finn, who sat smiling at his brothers.

“Because she loves treac-treacle tart and I love her!” 

You always knew you and Finn were far passed friendship, he was friends with Isaiah, friends with Michael, but the combination of knowing you since you were practically babies and spending almost every waking minute together, you thought your closeness was just something that came naturally. Not because Finn Shelby fancied you! You looked between Tommy and John, both looking amused and triumphant at his declaration. 

“He just said that because he’s drugged out of his mind,” you tried reasoning. Tommy shook his head, smiling down at you like a brother who was about to give some life changing advice. He placed a hand on your shoulder, leaning down so he was face to face with you.

“You know as well as anyone, love, that Finn would blow up the fucking world for you,” he said, “the only girl he has ever told us about is you, no eighteen-year boy has ever been as faithful as that one there.” 

“It’s true,” John added from behind you, “only reason you two became friends was because he forced Ada to go see the pretty girl from the bakery.”

“Very pretty,” Finn mumbled, catching your attention again. He was dozing off on the bed, barely listening to the conversation, probably just repeating whatever it was he was hearing. “Y/n’s very pretty, prettiest girl in the world!” His brothers burst out laughing, the sight of their youngest yelling with his eyes closed apparently the funniest thing in the world. 

“C’mon, let him get some sleep,” Tommy said, guiding you out the door, “he won’t remember any of this when he wakes up, so, you can either bring it up to him or wait until he finally comes around.” You only nodded, looking over your shoulder one more time at your sleeping best friend before John shut the door. 


You arrived early the next morning, a tray of your mother’s cookies balanced on one hand as you knocked on the door. Polly opened it not a minute later, apron on, looking as if she’d been awake for hours. 

“Are those-”

“Not my mum’s party cookies, she’s baking a batch tomorrow I think, I’ll bring some over for you if she does.”

“You’re lovely,” she moved aside, allowing you to step in before she shut the door behind you. “Can’t wait until you’re old enough to learn to make them, by then you’ll be a Shelby, meaning we get free reign on your family recipes.” 

“I’ll be a Shelby?” You knew what she was referring to, but Finn still had to confess his feelings for the prospect of marriage to even be on the table. She shrugged, not saying anything as she continued cooking breakfast 

“Well we’re not hiding anything now that Finn declared his love to you last night.” 

“What if I didn’t love him?” She stopped working and looked back up at you, an eyebrow raised and a smirk on her face. You tried keeping yours straight, but you couldn’t help but pull your bottom lip into your mouth, biting it to try and keep your composer under her stare. 

“You’re trying to lie to me, y/n? I helped raise four liars, I can spot one from a hundred meters away, love.” 

You may not have loved Finn for as long as they all claimed he did you, but there was some point in your long friendship that you stopped looking at him like a friend. You guessed it was the day Isaiah ditched the two of you for a girl, leaving you alone to eat the basket of food your mum made while sitting by the cut. He’d said something that night, making you laugh and not stop for what felt like hours. Thinking back to it now, you remembered the look he was giving you when you finally composed yourself, it was the same look you grew up watching your father give to your mother. He covered it up by saying something against the way you laughed, in retaliation you pushed him into the water, laughing at his shocked face. He feigned the need for help to climb out but just used your arm for the leverage to pull you in with him. You had to hide under the overhang when a few coppers came around, stifling your laughter until they passed. You smiled at the memory now, and when you looked back up at Polly, she was still watching you, smirk not leaving her face.

“Go on, take this for him to eat, he’s probably awake now,” she said handing you a plate. You took it, placing a few cookies onto it as well before walking off, ignoring the knowing look she was still giving you as you did. 

You knocked once on the door, opening it when you heard a mumble from inside. He sat up at the sight of you, wincing when he did so but smiling despite the pain. 

“God, I’m starving,” he said as you placed the plate onto his lap. He instantly stuffed his mouth, moaning at the feeling of finally having food in him. You sat at the foot of his bed, crossing you legs and leaning back against the footboard, just watching him eat. “Were you around yesterday?” He asked, not looking up. He didn’t remember then, you decided, if he didn’t even know you were there he wouldn’t know what he said.

“Only for a few minutes before you fell asleep,” you said, “do you remember anything before you passed out?” 

“No, why, did I confess to the Tart Theft of 1914?” He joked, finally looking up at you. You smiled, his cheeks were full of food as he chewed.

“No, well, yes actually, got me in trouble, but that’s not what I was talking about.” He swallowed, raising his eyebrows in question, wondering what he managed to say in that state. 

“What is it then?” 

You watched him place the now empty plate on the side table, and before you could think against it, you surged forward, pushing your lips against his. As fast as you did it, you pulled away, lip caught between your teeth, waiting for his reaction. He just stared, wide eyed and frozen, unsure of what just happened.

“Uhm, what was that for?” He finally asked, but only a second later he realized, “did I say something last night? What did I say?” 

“You stole that tart because you loved me,” you said quickly. He groaned, throwing his head back until it banged against the headboard. “It’s alright, Finn,” you assured him.

“No, no it’s fucking not, you probably just kissed me because you felt like you needed to,” he spoke up to the ceiling, probably too scared to look back at you. You shook your head and moved back closer to him, being careful of his injuries as you got as close as you could. You made him look down at you, your hands staying on him when he finally was. 

“I love you too, Finn,” you confessed, “have for a couple of years.” It took a second, but his frown became a grin, not exactly like the one he was pulling the night before, but this one more on his own accord and not the side affect of his medicine. 

“Really?” You nodded, your own face breaking into a smile to match his. He lifted his hand, ignoring the wince from the movement as he placed his hand on your cheek. You kissed again, this one less hurried, less one sided, and when you finally pulled away, you just smiled until your cheeks hurt. 

“So, pretty girl from the bakery?” You teased, he chuckled and pulled you back in, kissing your forehead when he did.

“The prettiest girl in the world.” 

Can’t Feel My Face

Summary: A fun night of drinking with the god of thunder.

Warnings: Cuteness overload probably. 


As his fifth shot of Asgardian whiskey is thrown back Thor slams his hands on the feasting table, rising to his feet and letting out a bellow of victory. Upon returning to his seat at the head of the table, he rocks back in his chair far enough to make his drinking buddy reach over to steady him. The hand on his forearm is a reminder to the god that he was not in fact alone, though the rest of the party goers had cleared out what felt like eons ago—at least, it was well before you challenged the man twice your size to a drinking game.

“You are going to be the death of me,” Thor states. “I can’t even feel my face anymore. How is yours?” He prods your cheek with his index finger before heavily swaying in your direction. Your shoulder serves as his crutch while you coax him towards the direction of his room.

A grand total of three hallways pass you before Thor is sprawled along a banister with his lulling head fixed upwards towards the cosmos. His hands rise to frame them along with the centered Midgardian realm. “What is it like?” he demands to the night, though you take up the question.

“Midgard? Romantic almost, like the undead poets of the highest tower. Each sunset brings about a darkness we get only once a cycle.”

“Or romance like you found a human to love?” he cackles at his boyish joke and you just roll your eyes up to follow his gaze.

“One cannot help it. They are so wide eyed and innocent and full of such life.”

“Well it is short for them,” he snorted and reached for a flask that you deliberately left behind.

A swat to his hand made him scoot over far enough for you to sit by his splayed form. “You jest Odinson, but you have the biggest heart of all. Just you wait.”

“WHAT?” he howled into the night, grinning so wild his eyes closed when it danced off as an echo into the night.

“Do not worry about it. When you go, you will not be alone.”

Thor patted your thigh then promptly turned it into a pillow which he drooled and snored upon much in the manner of any future king.

Sadie Black (Chapter 1)

Originally posted by 2powerless

“I can’t believe you almost made us late,” I huffed at my brother as we pulled into the school parking lot.

“Calm down,” Jacob chuckled. “We made it on time.”

“Barely,” I said, putting my notebook into my backpack and zipping it up. I had a big test today; all my teachers had realized that winter break was starting in a few days and decided to throw a bunch of tests at us last minute.

“Oh look,” Jacob muttered as we got out of the car. “Paul’s back… and what a surprise, he’s joined Sam’s cult.”

I glanced over to where he was looking and sure enough, Paul Lahote was getting out of his truck with Jared Cameron. They both hadn’t been in school for at least a 3 weeks. This was the second time that Jared had disappeared.

“So what?” I asked him, shouldering my backpack. “What’d they ever do to you?”

That pissed him off. There was nothing Jacob hated more than Sam and his ‘cult.’ I rolled my eyes at him before glancing back over at Paul. I had always had a slight crush on him and damn it was like he had gone through puberty again in the past 3 weeks. His biceps had grown twice in size since I had last seen him.

It was at this moment that Paul looked over at me. Normally, if someone caught me staring at them I would look away immediately, but this time I couldn’t. It was the most intense eye contact I’d ever had with someone.

Paul’s face looked like he had seen a ghost. His jaw had literally dropped and my face must’ve looked like a tomato from how hard I was blushing.

“Oh for god’s sake,” Jacob grunted, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the school. “I don’t want you near them, Sadie.”

I stumbled a bit as he jerked my arm again as I had turned around again for a second. I don’t know why I did, something was pulling me towards Paul. It kinda freaked me out a bit.

Jake stopped right outside the school and turned towards me.

“I mean it Sadie,” he said, placing his hands on my shoulders. “They’re bad news.”

My breath was still caught in my throat from whatever had just happened back there so I couldn’t exactly answer him. I just nodded instead and Jacob, satisfied with my answer, walked into school.

Before I followed him inside though, an arm reached out and grabbed the door for me, pulling it open. I looked up.

Damn he was tall.

“Hey Sadie,” he greeted breathlessly.

“Hi Paul,” I replied softly, smiling. “Where’ve you been?”

“Oh… umm,” he stuttered. “I was sick.”

“Really?” I questioned, eyeing his large biceps. “You don’t look like you were sick.”

“Are you flirting with me, Black?”

“I… uhh, what?” I was the one stuttering now. “I’ll… uhh, see you around, Paul.”

I tried to bolt at that point, but he grabbed my arm, making me turn around and stumble into him.

“Do you want to go out with me tomorrow night?” he asked me after I had put both my hands on his chest to brace myself.


Damn it, Sadie. Get it together.

“Sure,” I answered.

“Great!” he exclaimed with a huge grin on his face before kissing me on the cheek and jogging to his locker.

What the hell just happened?

I shook it off and walked quickly to my first class. Jacob was not going to be happy with me. But I couldn’t find it in me to care.

After school the next day, my friend Kim came over to help me get ready for my date with Paul. Kim and I had been best friends since kindergarten. Because she was an only child and she lived right down the street, we were always at each other’s houses.

“So what time is he picking you up?” she asked me as she rummaged through my closet.

“6 o’clock. And don’t bother, Kim,” I sighed. “There’s nothing in there to wear. I checked last night.”

“How about that black shirt that that Rachel left?”

“Eh. Maybe.”

She left the room to go across the hall to my sister’s room, coming back with the black long-sleeved shirt that tied at the bust and flowed out. She had left it when she went to college.

“Wear this with a pair of skinny jeans and your boots,” she said, feeling accomplished. “I still can’t believe you’re going on a date with Paul Lahote.”

“Me neither,” I sighed. “Jake is gonna kill me.”

“How is Paul picking you up without him seeing?” she questioned me.

“I’m just making a run for it. He can’t stop me.”

“I’ll tackle him,” Kim laughed.

“Yeah I’m sure that you can take down my brother, Kim,” I answered sarcastically. “It’s not like he’s a giant or anything.”

“Honestly though! How is it that your twin brother is so tall and you’re literally so sma-”

“I’m average height for a girl!”

“Whatever,” she giggled.

“5’4 is average!” I groaned. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“Fine, fine,” she said. “You’ve got two hours until he’s picking you up, so let’s get started.”

An hour and a half later, Kim finished putting my hair into two french braids as I touched up the makeup I had put on. I had already changed into what we had picked out earlier.

“Hey, Sadie?” I heard my brother coming down the hall before he opened the door. “What do you want to do for dinner toni…? Why’re you all dressed up?”

“Umm…” I stuttered, not being able to think of an excuse on the spot.

“We’re going out!” Kim replied for me.

“Really?” I could understand why Jacob was confused. Whenever Kim and I hung out we always just stayed in and watched movies.

“Yeah, we’re going to… uh,” she trailed off.

“We’re going to dinner,” I finished for her.

“Yes. Dinner.”

“Okay, then,” Jake muttered before leaving the room.

“That was a close one,” Kim giggled before wandering over to the window.

“Yeah well now he’s onto me,” I sighed. “There’s no way he believes what we just told him.”

“Well you better get downstairs.”


“Because I think Paul’s here early.”

“What!?” I rushed over to the window. Sure enough, Paul was stepping out of his truck as my brother burst through the door of my bedroom once again.

“What the hell is Paul Lahote doing here?” he growled. Kim and I stayed quiet before we made eye contact. Kim nodded before running and jumping onto Jake, attempting to tackle him to the ground.

“Run, Sadie!” she yelled as her battle cry. I bolted around Jake before he could grab me. Kim wasn’t exactly doing well holding him back. I rushed out the door just as Paul was stepping up onto the front porch.

I grabbed his hand as I ran pass and pulled him along to his truck.

“We gotta go,” I laughed. “Now!”

“What?” he questioned me as I jumped into his truck, him following suit.

“Jake’s not exactly happy about you taking me out,” I muttered.

“Yeah, I figured that,” he sighed in response. “But… you’re happy right? I don’t want to force you into anything that you don’t want to do and I don’t want you to fight with your brother.”

“Jacob is not in charge of me. He may think that he is, but he’s not,” I said firmly. “And I want to be here with you.”

“Okay, good,” he responded, smiling widely.

“So where are we going?”

“I thought we could get dinner at the diner and then we could head down to the beach,” he said nervously. “Does that sound alright?”

“Sounds perfect.”


After getting dinner at practically the only restaurant in La Push, a small diner that has the best burgers and milkshakes I’ve ever had, Paul and I made our way down to First Beach.

We walked side by side, our fingertips brushing, neither one of us sure if the other wanted to hold hands or not.

After a few minutes of this slight awkwardness, I took a deep breath and grabbed his hand, interlacing my fingers with his. I blushed slightly, purposely not looking at him, but he squeezed my hand and as I turned towards him he grinned at me.

“So why does your brother hate me so much?” Paul inquired.

“Well, it’s not just you that he hates,” I laughed. “He doesn’t like you, Sam, or Jared actually. He thinks you’re apart of some drug cult.”


“Yeah well you and Jared both disappeared from school for a few weeks and then you came back all big and uhh…”

“Big?” he laughed.

“Well yeah,” I answered awkwardly. “You’re like super tall now and umm… you’re like buff now.”

He barked out another laugh and pulled me closer to him, wrapping one of his abnormally warm arms around my shoulders.

“And you’re also really warm,” I shivered, cuddling into his side. In my rush to leave the house earlier, I had forgotten to grab a coat.

“If I had brought a coat, I would give it to you,” he sighed. He stopped walking and sat down, pulling me with him so I sat between his legs. He wrapped both his arms around me and I instantly felt warmer.

“It’s definitely not healthy how warm you are,” I sighed in content. “But I’m not complaining.”

“So… do you think my friends and I do drugs?”

“No I don’t, but that won’t stop my brother from hating you. But he would hate anyone that I went on a date with.”

“Yeah, he seems like the protective type.”

“Well ever since my sisters moved out and my dad was put in the wheelchair, Jake thinks he needs to take care of me,” I whispered. I didn’t mention my mother dying; everyone on the reservation already knew what happened seven years ago.

He didn’t say anything more, which I appreciated. He tightened his arms around me and kissed my temple. I had never been so happy.

The rest of the night went by smoothly and by the time that Paul and I got back it was late. I had never had so much fun. He had made me laugh and we had gone for a walk on the beach after dinner at the local diner.

He pulled up in front of my house and we both could see the lights were still on.

“I had a really great time tonight,” I said softly.

“Me too. Do you, umm, maybe wanna go out again sometime?”

“I’d love to!” I replied, trying not to sound too eager, but failing miserably.

“Great! I know it’s kinda last minute, but there’s a bonfire tomorrow night down on the beach,” he said. “Would you maybe wanna go… with me?”

“Sure,” I couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was. “I better get inside.”

I opened the door to the truck and stepped out, walking around it. But before I could get too far, I heard the door to the driver’s side open. I turned around, confused, but before I could say anything, Paul’s mouth was on mine.

He had one hand on my waist while the other rested on my cheek. I kissed him back fiercely, wrapping my arms around his neck and getting up on my tiptoes. His tongue pushed his way into my mouth and I tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck.

He groaned a bit before pulling away.

“You should probably get inside,” he whispered. “I don’t need your brother hating me more than he already does.”

“Okay,” I answered him, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move.

“Sadie? You have to go inside now,” he chuckled, but I tightened my arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him again instead. It was shorter than the first one, but still just as amazing.

“Goodnight,” I told him as I broke away from him and started walking to my front porch. When I got to the door, I turned around and saw that Paul was waiting until I got into the house. I waved as I opened the door, stepping inside, and he grinned and waved as he drove away.

I stepped into the house, grinning from ear to ear. I couldn’t stop smiling. I had never felt this way before.

“So you had a good time, then?” I heard my father ask as I stepped into the living room. He had a look on his face, almost like he knew something that I didn’t.

“Yeah,” I blushed. “I’m umm… I’m going out again tomorrow night. If that’s okay?”

“That’s fine with me,” he smiled. “I don’t know how your brother’s going to feel about that though. He’s been moping around in the garage since you left.”

“Well he can deal with it,” I muttered.

“That’s what I told him,” he chuckled.

“I’m gonna go to bed, Dad,” I told him before kissing him on the forehead. “Goodnight.”

“Night, Sadie.”

Reminder | J. Jones

Originally posted by thebugheadfanatic

Pairing ; Jughead x DeSantos!Reader

Timeframe ; Late-Season One

Summary ; [A Continuation of Forgetful] In which Jughead Jones is reminded of what he wants. Or rather who he wants. 

Part One

A/N ; Day 7 of 31 Days of Christmas

Back by popular demand, here is a continuation of Forgetful.

Also, don’t @ me on this one, but as much as I love and adore my girl Elizabeth Cooper, for the sake of narrator-point-of-view, she is not the most greatest character in this piece.

As well as that, I want to make it known that I am a huge advocate for Girl Love! 

Though it is obvious that not all girls will get along with one another, I believe that it is extremely important that we recognize the way society often conditions us to view each other as competitors, and respond to that by instead building each other up and finding empowerment as well as inspiration when one of us succeed not a reason to spread hate and jealousy.

So although there is a bit of a girl fight in this piece, I want you to know that even though it is okay and natural to argue with each other, it is just as important to understand that we must also support and love one another when it is necessary.

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basically I was gonna put down a payment on my phone bc I can’t rly do my job without one……..  I can honestly pay ppl back, I just really need $75-100 today to ship this guitar and pick up the phone…… nobody even wants to help me bring a giant fucking box to the post office and my brother got a free car from my dad who had a fucking stroke. we live together.smfh

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Love Is Enduring

Paring: (Yoongi X Reader)

Prompt: Yoongi Soulmate AU! (Tattoos Are Forever Pt. 3)

Genre: Even MORE Angst

Words: 4.3k

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

Read Part ONE and TWO 

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