lock their body in a closet too

Animal Crossing Starters:
  • “I figured you must be blackmailing that poor girl to have lunch with you.”
  • “I think it’s fair to say that I’m pretty sexy.”
  • “I don’t want to live in a world where I have to eat sugar free sugar cookies.”
  • “I remembered today was your birthday so I thought I’d say hi.”
  • “You have nothing to lose except your lonely loser status.”
  • “Shut it, you faker!”
  • “I sure am tired from all that relaxing I did today.”
  • “Then I can spend my entire allowance on comic books and video games and no one can stop me.”
  • “When you listen to pop music, you often hear them saying ‘shawty.’”
  • “[NAME] made fun of me because I say 'poot’ all the time.”
  • “I waited and waited because I really wanted to see you.”
  • “Tell papa/mama what’s up.”
  • “It hurts my face just looking at you.”
  • “Marry me.”
  • “I look forward to seeing what you’re gonna do with my butt.”
  • “A trash bin..? Is this a clue to your true identity?”
  • “I’m beautiful, but I’m also deadly.”
  • “I hope you go to jail.”
  • “What did you do to my body?”
  • “Stick to chocolate and comic books. You’re too young for love anyway.”
  • “I’m sorry.. please don’t be too mad at me.”
  • “I have a big favor to ask you.”
  • “Maybe I’ll just go home and lock myself in a closet.”
  • “I gotta admit, I really love that one show where all those people do the stuff and then something happens.”
  • “Here, touch my skin. It’s totally slimy right now.”
  • “I probably look in the mirror 24 times a day just to be sure I’m still so darned handsome/beautiful.”
  • “Guess what I’ve got in my pockets right now.”
  • “Better not catch you making goo-goo eyes at my wife/husband.”
  • “No one understands me. I’m hungry all the time and no one cares.”
  • “Are you suggesting my style is outdated?”
  • “Don’t play with stink bugs, especially when you’ve got a date coming up.”
  • “They don’t even care who wins. They just all flex their pecs.”
  • “Love means accepting that there will be times when you don’t get the last scallop.”
  • “Yeah exercise is totally hard and stuff. I think I’m gonna go take a nap and read a book or whatever.”
  • “Today was the day my best friend in the whole wide world was born.”
  • “Whoa you look so weird. And not weird in a hip way. More like 'weird’ as in 'makes me want to barf.’”
  • “End my suffering.”
  • “Not to sound corny but I really like you.”
  • “I wonder how I can say 'swaggy ’ in the most grown up way possible.”
  • “Just because two people are good friends doesn’t mean they’d make a good couple.”
  • “Sorry, I was staring at your face because I don’t know you. Not because there’s something wrong with your face.”
  • “Would it surprise you if I said I’m pretty proud of my legs?”
  • “The truth is never free.. but sometimes it’s on sale.”
  • “I hear the sound of rap coming from somewhere.”
  • “They tell you to sleep on a problem. But what if your problem is insomnia?”
  • “I’ll just observe your friends from the shadows.”
  • “I heard allergies are caused by the government.”
  • “Watch out, 'cause I’ll compliment you until you puke.”
  • “So D.I.Y. stands for 'do it yourself’? Well, if these guys think I’m going to do my own manual labor, they’ve got another acronym coming.”
  • “I can smell your confidence. Smells like soup.”
  • “I’m gay.”
  • “You’re my hero.”
  • “Please don’t call on me.”
  • “I think I dropped my house key somewhere. That was my favorite key… it opened my house.”
  • “Do you want to hear the brutal truth? That outfit is a hot mess.”
  • “Oh, I get it! You’re playing it cool. Trying your best not to cry.”

(A/N): I love this so much *sobbing* 

Request: Ur writing is so nice omg; never second guess it! I was wondering if you could possibly write a Bucky x reader? When I’m sleeping, if I wake up cold, i start crying and shivering and usually cry myself back to sleep? In the fic, could this happen and Bucky is really confused at first but then the reader curls up to him for warmth and fluff yeah sorry that’s so confusing but yeah thanks for reading this! You’re amazing!

Warnings: fllufffffff

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor

Originally posted by blvck--cvnvry

   Bucky the blanket hog, That’s what his name should have been because right now the supersoldier was hogging all the blanket and you were shivering like a freaking mess. It didn’t help you were still groggy from your last mission and now you were sleeping on an uncomfortable motel bed with dingy unwashed blankets in the middle of fucking winter. 

   “Buck,” You whisper, nudging the man with your toes, hoping the freezing nature of them would jolt him awake. “Buck, I’m cold,” But the man doesn’t respond, instead he keeps on snoring away, his face press up against the old motel pillows. With a sigh you turn your back to him, instead looking out into the white scenery of whatever godforsaken country you were in. 

   The snow fell heavily to the ground, it clung to the window and trees, it made the black sky look even darker. Usually you loved the snow, that was when you had a blanket and something to warm you up but right now you had nothing, you were freezing and tired and all you wanted was to warm up and get some sleep. You were already frustrated with the mission and how it was turning out, you were tired and sore, you wanted to go home and eat food and drink coffee, and most of all you wanted sleep. 

   The frustrations of the last few days bubble within you and suddenly you find your cheeks wet with tears, very cold tears. You groan softly, attempting to rub them away but the action only seems to spur them on and now there are tears pooling from your eyes as you whimper and sniffle. Perhaps you could cry yourself to sleep? You continue to sniffle, freezing tears cascading down your cheeks as you attempt to sleep. The chill of the room had settled into your bones and you were shivering so violently you felt as though may throw up from the force of it. 

   “(Y/N)?” Bucky’s voice is muffled and groggy, hoarse from sleep and lack of use. “That you?” You don’t reply, to focused on keeping your teeth from chattering to answer. “Shit,” Bucky mutters as he sits up, all trace of exhaustion wiped from him. “God- you’re freezing doll,” Bucky whispers, nearly frantically looking down at you in the dark room. 

   “Y-Yeah,” You manage as you rub your arms, attempting to bring some life back to them. Immediately Bucky pulls you to his chest with one arm while the other quickly pulls the blankets back around you. It was a stark contrast between the two of you- you were literally freezing, your tears most likely freezing on your face, whereas Bucky was a literal human furnace, even his metal arm was scalding hot. 

   “I’m so sorry (Y/N),” He whispers as he nuzzles his scruffy but warm face into your neck. “I didn’t realized I was hogging the blankets,” You sigh against him finally starting to feel the tips of your fingers once again. 

   “I-It’s o-okay,” You manage through still chattering teeth. “I w-would’ve gone b-back t-to sleep a-anyways,” 

   “You’d have froze to death,” Bucky chastises softly, his arms slowly massaging at different parts of your body, working the feeling back into them. First it was your back, then your neck, and then to your fingers, and eventually down to your freezing stomach and legs. Your feet were intertwined with his and his arms had once again rewrapped around your waist, keeping you locked against his body. “You’re still cold,” He notes, the worry evident in his voice. 

   “Just a bit,” You manage, giving Bucky an almost pained smile. Bucky frowns as he looks you over, trying to decide how to warm you up. His hands creep up your shirt, his palms slowly working warmth back into your body. 

   “Skin contact can help,” Bucky notes softly, looking at you only a bit hesitantly. 

   “Are you saying you want me naked Barnes?” You smirk, despite the chill that still lingered in your bones. Bucky nods, biting his lip just a bit. 

   “There’s another blanket in the closet too, I’ll grab that while you do your thing,” Bucky smiles at you before sliding out of bed, leaving you freezing once more. Immediately you begin to strip, taking off your shirt, sweats, and socks, leaving you even colder than before but before you could cry this time Bucky walked back to the bed, a thick albeit old blanket in his hand. He’s stripped of his clothing too and as soon as he lays next to you you’re hit with his full body warmth. 

   You whimper softly as he lays the blanket atop the motel sheets, you’re limbs already melting at his warmth. He smelled heavenly, like fresh sheets with just the tiniest bit of sugar, and god he was so warm. He settles back down against the bed once he situates the blanket perfectly, his warm face presses against yours, your noses brushing against each others, the warmth of his breath fanning across your lips as he breathes. 

   “Still cold?” He asks in a soft tone, his voice holding it’s own kind of warmth. 

   “Just the tiniest bit,” You smile at him, feeling your eyelids droop as you do. You were so tired, so unbelievably tired but now you had this warmth and it was leaving you feeling pleasantly tired and- 

   Your train of thought cut shorts when suddenly Bucky’s soft lips are pressed to yours, his warm mouth invading your own. His hands slide up and down your bare back, pulling you even closer to his body as he does. His kiss is soft and lazy, nearly lethargic if you think about it, but you loved it more than words could describe. His warmth slowly mingles with your freezing body and when he finally pulls away to breathe you realize you’re feeling so much warmer now than you were. You smile breathlessly, staring up at Bucky with a sleepy but no less than adoring gaze. 

   “Still cold?” He asks, his voice holding nothing more than a sleepy tone at this point. You shake your head this time, smiling as you tuck your head under his chin. 

  “Not at all,” 

Welp. Ended up doodling this little cinnamon roll instead of doing my overflowing mountain of HW
fuuuuuck me :’)
but anyway

a hint of Gramander because again, I’ve fallen into another fandom pit and I just can’t seem to claw my way out

but I thought I’d maybe write something for it
please don’t judge though, I’m pretty shit at writing and I’ve never done it before so here goes nothing
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jeon 02 / jungkook (fuckboy,smut)

Originally posted by whatskookn

summary: you hated his name but part of you wanted to feel his tongue on your skin

warnings: slight smut

chapter 01

“i don’t know I thought I would ace this test but I guess not…” your friend said while the two of you were leaving the classroom. no matter what she was telling you, you couldn’t put your mind at peace because each time you thought of him you felt his hot tongue on your neck. the way he flicked at your soft skin and kissed the hell out of your sweet spot, just made you feel numb as you wanted more of him. 

the next class you had, just so happened to be with him. part of you was too scared to even enter the classroom as you knew he kissed many many other girls, and just like that he would forget about you and that you even exist. so you enter the class praying he wasn’t there already and luckily he wasn’t. sitting down at your table you prepared your books and waited for the class to begin. 

and then he entered

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Daddy's Girl

Originally posted by damagefuckingplan

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Request: Chibs smut based on Daddys Girl by Shawny Sanders

Behind the face you see
Another part of me
Take closer look
You know the cover not the book
My skin is pale and white
My soul is dark as night
Come closer if you dare
Do or die I just dont care


You walked through the crowd, shoulders pushing past you as you made your way to the bar.
The music was loud, pumping through the speakers and you could hear people yelling over the music, trying to hold conversations. The air was thick was the smell of cigarettes and spilt alcohol and you couldn’t deny you were definitely drunk already.
But thats what parties were for, right? And everyone knew; SAMCRO threw the best kind of parties.
It didn’t bother you, seeing half naked women scattered around the room. Hell, some of them were topless but you didnt care. You were confident in your body and you didn’t need to compare yourself to these girls.
Who were you to judge them anyway? The things you got up to in the bedroom weren’t exactly ‘classy’.
“Whisky, please.” You told the strange man behind the bar.
“I accept that.” He said and moved to grab the bottle of Jack from behind the bar.
You scanned the room, eyeing the men in leather and you didn’t notice one of them lean against the bar beside you.
“Ye got good taste, lass.”
You turned towards him and the bartender passed you your drink.
The man raised his matching glass of whiskey and you smirked as you clinked your glass with his.
“Whats ye name?” He asked you, raising his voice so you could hear him above the music.
“(y/n),” You smiled at him and fluttered your lashes.
He nodded. “Chibs.”
You raised the glass to your lips and tilted your head back before doing the whole glass, enjoying the smooth liquid burn down your throat.
“You coming, Chibs?”
He raised an eyebrow.
“To dance.” You explained.
He laughed lightly and shook his head before taking a swig of his glass.
“I dont dance, lass.”
You shrugged, a playful spark in your eyes as you spoke.
“Guess you’ll just have to watch then.”


This is not a scam
No this is who I am
They say eyes so blue
Could never be untrue
But if you look into my eyes
The truth is full of lies
Man you should be brave
I ain’t nobody’s slave


His eyes watched you as you moved, your hips swaying to the music.
You ran your hands down your body as you moved and locked your eyes with his.
On a normal night you wouldn’t have danced so.. provocatively. But you were drunk, it had been a long week, and you’d be lying if you said that his accent didn’t do things to you.
Girls danced around you and you grinded your hips against a blond girl in front of you, both of you moving together.
You didn’t take notice of her, though. Your eyes were locked solely on his and he licked his lips as he watched you move, your hips moving dangerously to the music.
The skirt you wore swung around you as you moved and you made no effort to keep it down. Every now and then Chibs would catch a glimpse of your panties beneath and he had to adjust his jeans that seemed to be getting tighter the longer he watched you.
The song was coming to an end and you decided to head to the bathroom.
You moved through the crowd of people around you, never lifting your gaze from his hungry eyes.
As you neared him you bit your lip and winked before changing direction and walking across the room to the bathroom.
You didn’t look behind you; you were certain he’d follow you.
You entered the bathroom and locked the door behind you before quickly doing your business and washing your hands.
The mirror hung above the sink and you looked at your reflection. Your cheeks were flushed slightly from the heat of the room and the people around you and you touched up your hair quickly before heading out of the room.
The door opened and you smirked when you saw Chibs leaning patiently against the wall.
He licked his lips when he saw you and you walked towards him.
There was no hesitating with you and you grabbed his face and pulled it towards your own.
His lips were soft and you kissed him deeply before letting your tongue run along his bottom lip.
He held your waist, his fingers slightly digging into your skin and you could already feel the bulge in his jeans.
You ran your hands  through his hair, holding him to you as your mouths moved in harmony.
He tasted of whiskey and cigarettes and there was a certain hunger in the way he kissed you that sent shivers down your spine.
You pulled back from him and stepped away.
He met your eye and a low growl left his lips before he grabbed your wrist and led you down the hallway.


Shine like a diamond
My heart is a black pearl
Baby, I’m spoiled and rotten
but I’m not daddy’s little girl
Shine like a diamond
My heart is a black pearl
Even if you offer me the world
I’m not daddy’s girl


The door had barely closed behind you when he pushed you against it, his body pressing against yours.
His lips crashed down against yours and you let out a soft moan as you felt his hands reach down and grab your thighs.
You let him lift you and he growled when his bulge pressed against your core.
His kiss was hungry and rough and his lips left yours and trailed down your neck.
You clutched at his hair, holding him to you and you moved your hips trying desperately to create some friction.
Chibs growled and pushed his hips against you and bit into your skin softly, making you moan.
You moved your hands to his chest and pushed him away and he lowered your body to let you stand.
He looked down at you, hunger burning in his eyes and you licked your lips before pushing him back against the wall.
A playful smirk lingered on your lips and you walked backwards towards the bed, your eyes never leaving his.
With each step you took you lifted your dress a little higher and as you neared the bed you lifted it completely off your body.
Chibs pushed off the wall and stepped towards you with a certain dominance.
Cute, you thought to yourself. He thinks he’s in charge.
The lingerie you wore hugged your body and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, the way the fabric sat on your skin.
In a matter of steps he was in front of you and you looked up at him through your lashes.
You reached up on your tip toes and kissed him softly before pulling away again.
He reached for you but before he could you slapped his hands away.
“Nuh uh uh..” You tsked. “You can look, but you cant touch.”


All these demons that I hide
I keep ‘em locked inside
In my closet are the victims of the past
Watch out boy
Every kiss might be your last


Chibs licked his lips as you ran your hands up your body and caressed your breasts.
You looked down too, both of you watching your hands move before you reached behind you and unclipped your bra.
It fell to the floor and you glanced up at him proudly, letting his eyes soak in the sight of your bare chest.
A soft groan came from his chest and you smirked before sitting on the bed.
You lay down and lifted your knees and spread them.
His eyes devoured you and you blushed slightly under his gaze.
“You are beautiful.”
He pulled the leather of his shoulders and folded it before placing it neatly on the bed beside you.
Next he lifted his shirt and let it drop to the floor. He palmed himself through his jeans and you could see the outline of his cock, already hard.
You ran your hands over your body, caressing your breast once more.
Slowly you moved your hands lower and you bit your lip.
You ran your hand over your panties, stroked softly over your clit.
Chibs growled and you slipped your fingers beneath the fabric.
You loved being watched. There was something inherently naughty and decadent about it and nothing made you wetter than teasing someone like this.
You slid your hand further into your panties and ran a finger between your slit.
A soft moan left your lips when you felt how wet you were and you closed your eyes.
You moved your hand back up and rubbed your clit gently in circles.
Chibs unbuckled his belt and let his jeans drop to the floor, pooling around his ankles.
His eyes were fixed on you, watching intently the way your hand was moving beneath the lace panties you wore and he felt his cock get even harder.
Slowly he reached down and slipped his fingers in the waistband of your panties.
You began to protest but he hushed you.
“I want to see all of you.”
You bit your lip and nodded before letting him pull the fabric down your legs.
As soon as they hit the floor his eyes were back on you and you spread your legs further, letting him see every inch of you.
He groaned as he watched your fingers move, now glistening and he pushed his boxers down his thighs.
You bit your lip as you watched him rub himself and you moved your fingers a little faster now.
“Good girl.”
You moaned and slid a finger inside yourself. With your free hand you squeezed your breast roughly.
You dipped a second finger in before moving your hand back to your clit.
He stroked himself as he watched, his eyes glued to the movements you were making.
You rubbed your self faster and moaned loudly, knowing you were close.
“Fuck!” You moaned.
“Mmmm good girl,” He stroked his cock slowly. “Cum for me.”
You rubbed faster and waves of pleasure rolled over you.
You moaned loudly as your body shook and your walls tightened.
Chibs dropped to his knees and pushed your hand out of the way.
A gasp left your lips when you felt his tongue on you, lapping up your juices.
You clutched his hair as shivers took over your body.


Shine like a diamond my heart is a black pearl
Baby, I’m spoiled and rotten
but I’m not daddys little girl
Shine like a diamond
my heart is a black pearl
Even if you offer me the world
Even if you offer me the world
Im not daddys girl
Im not daddys girl


Chibs stood and looked down at you, cheeks flushed and panting heavily, your skin glistening.
He stroked himself a couple times before grabbing your thighs and pushing them back, spreading you further and he leant down and kissed you.
You moaned against his mouth and you could almost taste the hunger in him and you knew just how badly he wanted you.
He grabbed his cock and lined it up with your entrance before he ran it over your slit, coating himself in your juices.
You moaned at the sensation and bucked your hips, making him smirk.
He moved his cock back to your pussy and pushed himself inside.
“Fuck!” You gasped.
His hands slid beneath you and he squeezed your ass before lifting you up slightly.
Your legs wrapped around his waist and withy a sudden movement you got him on his back, his eyes wide with shock and you held his hands down to the bed.
His cock twitched inside you and you smirked before rocking your hips.
Both of you moaned as he filled you, stretching your pussy with each movement.
You let go of his wrists and sat up, arching your back and bouncing up and down.
Chibs watched your tits bounce and he grasped your hips tightly.
You rolled your hips against his, moaning loudly and you opened your eyes to see him looking up at you, an expression you couldn’t read on his face.
His hands slid up your body and he cupped your breasts.
His thumbs brushed circles around your nipples and when they hardened he tweaked them between his fingers.
You leant down and pressed your lips against his.
His hands slid from your breasts and he wrapped them around you, one holding your head to his and with the other he held your waist.
He began to move you, lifting you openly to thrust into you as he pulled you back down and the change in the angle sent shock waves through you.
You moaned into his mouth and he began to thrust harder.
You leant back and placed your hands on his chest, holding yourself up and you arched your back.
Chibs reached down with one hand and the brush if his fingers over your clit had you clenching around him. Your climax was so close you could almost taste it.
He pounded into you and you fought to hold yourself up, the added sensation of his fingers on your clit was making you weak.
“You wanna cum for daddy?”
“Please! Mmm!”
You didn’t know if you were begging him or god, but all you knew was that you had to cum.
He pounded into you slightly harder and his fingers moved faster around your clit.
Your body convulsed around him and you collapsed into his chest.
His hands held you as he continues to thrust into you.
Your moans filled the room and yu trembled against him and he thrusted once more before you felt himself finish inside you.
Panting, you rolled off him,both of you glistening with sweat.
You both gasped for air and your body shook with aftershocks.
Finally you caught your breath and Chibs kissed the top of your head.
“Jesus Christ lass, that was amazing.”
You smirked in agreement.
“Just one thing though,” You said.
Chibs raised an eyebrow and looked a you curiously.
“Im no daddys girl.”



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◦ pairing: reader x jin

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 1.4k


m a s t e r l i s t

Originally posted by koreanfan1

“Jin, I thought you said we’d be alone,” you panted, catching your breath against his bare chest as he pulled you into the closet. Your fingers gripped tighter around the bunched cloth of your dress in your hands. Your stomach was still fluttering from the teasing that had been so deliciously happening on his bed just moments earlier.

He peered through the slits of the closet door. “It seems I might have been wrong,” he exhaled, pushing you further back into the closet as the distant laughter of the boys leaked in from the living room. Jin turned back to face you with a nervous smile, his pink lips parting slightly.

Your eyes widened into a glare. It had been weeks since you were able to get some alone time with your boyfriend. When he told you that the boys would all be out for the entire day, you jumped at the chance to see him. You had spent hours in the bathroom bending over your body in strange angles just to ensure that your skin was smooth and your face was clear. It appeared now that it was going to be a waste.

“Babe,” he sighed, pressing his body against yours. The back of your head hit the wall gently. You clenched your jaw, attempting to maintain the harshness of your stare. He had other ideas. “Don’t be like that,” his voice dropped to a whisper as his hands travelled down your bare torso, over your navel and to the lace hugging your hips. He gripped the sides of your hips, pushing them so you were standing completely against the wall. 

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Remedy (7)

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries angst, fluffy, cute-ass Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.

Taglist is fixed! Please message me if you want to be tagged. (not on this post pls, just message; I just can’t keep up otherwise!)

Originally posted by zahthu

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Deadly Secrets

(gif credit to the creator)

Part Seven

Master List

Pairing: Jared x Reader
Word Count: 1,171
Warnings: language, drinking
A/N: Part seven is here! Italics are flashbacks. If you’d like to be tagged let me know, in an ask (it’s the best way for me to keep track)! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is crucial! :)

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*Alec Lightwood* Her Lost Parabatai

Alec Lightwood X Girl

Requested: Nope

Plot: Alec Finds out that Carissa had a parabatai.

Word Count:  1,634

A/N: Not my gif, surprisingly I couldn’t find any without really looking. Also this is not edited, most of my imagines are edited before I post them. I’m writing an Imagine right now, but I needed to put this up.

I started to storm away feeling angry drilling in my veins. Alec’s distance and angry had me on the edge in the beginning. He treated me like I’m worthless to him. I tried shaking it off and ignore the worst feeling in this place. I just couldn’t anymore.

Before Izzy had pulled us together by locking us in a room over night. Our relationship was filled hatred and insults hiding true feelings. It never got this bad, Alec was too unpredictable at this point.

A bigger hand than mine gripped onto my right wrist. The grip tightened making me stop in my tracks. The hand that I knew was Alec’s yanked me back. His hand had rough calluses along his soft skin from train too much.

His chocolate brown eyes stared into my blue feverish ones. His body frame was tense with anger again. “Where do you think your’e going?” He asked viciously with his now black eyes.

“Away from you!” I seethed through my teeth, I pulled my wrist from his grip and started to walk again. Sickling words that came from his mouth made me stop a few feet away from him.

“You don’t understand, you’ve never had parabatai.” His voice strict, because he didn’t know how wrong he really was. The words echoed in my head throwing me back to the horrible memories.

I turned my head to look at his black eyes again, “I did, but I lost him.” My voice wavered thinking about my parabatai. The other half to my soul, the other half of my heart, and the other half of my everything.

Those words were the last thing I said to him before running off. tears flowing down my cheeks and the sob bubbling up in my throat. He called for me with his voice totally different as if the angry was never there.

I around a few corners and made my way up stairs before I saw my room’s door. Once I got into my room I locked it with my heart pounding as I slide down the heavy door.

It wasn’t long before I was fully sobbing, feeling the black makeup make it’s way down my face. The banging on my door made it’s way to my body, “Carissa! I didn’t know, open the door!” He sounded desperate, I didn’t care and I didn’t want to listen to him.

I stood up hearing him trying to open the door, I reached into my back pocket. Pulling out my steel and drawling the lock rune onto the door. Alec noticed right away as he stopped shaking the knob.

He sighed knowing he couldn’t get though to me, right now I don’t think I cold get through to me. I walked across the room and crawled onto my bed, dropping into a slight fetal position. Clutching the steel into my left hand, thinking about my former parabatai.

I remembered us training like it was yesterday morning. His hair a shade darker than Alec’s, his blue eyes icier than mine. His frame was broad, but that never stopped him from pushing me to the limit.

I pictured us in the training room, staffs held with both hands. Left, right. The staffs met at each end with a clunk, hearts racing and muscles burning. I tried with most of me to over power him.

One little distraction and my staff flew across the room, eyes wide as he pulled me against him with my back against his chest. He held me there with his arm around my stomach and his staff against my chin.

 I sighed angrily, as he breathed heavily into my ear. “Right he the blade would go into your stomach.” His voice void as he dug his finger into my bare skin above my waist band.

I wacked the staff away and slipped from his grip fast. Kicking under his feet once he least expected my attack. He hit the floor hard, I straddled him before he could get up. I grabbed his staff before it rolled away, holding it to his chest.

I took one hand away and dug one figure into the left side of his chest. “..And right here the blade will plunge into your heart, Dakota.” I said with an evil smirk.

He chuckled, taking away the blade and sitting up as my arm sunk to my side. “Who knew my innocent Carr, was such a badass.” He stated making me giggle.

I slipped into darkness as my mind wondered to our ritual. The last thing I remembered was drawling the parabatai rune on his left shoulder blade.

I woke up to the feeling of pressure around my waist. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusing, I stirred to see Alec fast asleep beside me. I looked to the door to see the lock rune vanished.

“What the hell!” I yelled in complete confusion, The body next to me rolled too far that he eventually fell to the floor with a thud. Fully awake I threw the duvet off my body and jumped from my bed to the floor.

“What happened?” Alec’s morning voice gave me a taste of heaven. It sounded concerned as I made my way to the closet. “I woke up and found in my bed, why are you even in here?” I asked with no emotion as I was still made at him.

I pulled out a simple navy blue shirt, Alec sighed slightly. “Runes don’t last 12 hours.” He spoke, I took off the shirt I was currently wear and put on the one in my hands. “I know, but I asked you why you were in my room. Not how long runes last.” I said glancing at him as I made my way to the dresser.

“I wanted to talk to you about what happened yesterday, About your parabatai. When I came in you were sleeping.” Alec explained as his eyes watched me. “So you thought to just climb into my bed and join me?” I asked stripping from the shorts I was wearing.

“Well, yeah. I sleep with you every night.” He mentioned as I grabbed a pair of black jeans. I turned my attention to him with a confused expression again. “No, you don’t. You haven’t sleep in my bed since Jace left.” I said while I yanked on the pants.

He shook his head, “I do, I just wait until you’re sleeping before crawling in. I leave right before you stir awake.” He said giving me knew information. I slowly nodded.

“So I thought about your parabatai and who he could be. He had to be someone close to you, someone really close to you as if he was your brother. it’s Dakota, he was so protective of you.But you tolled everyone he had to go back to idrise.” Alec’s eyebrows knitted  as he pieced everything together.

We both took a seat on the end of the bed. I looked at my feet while they curled into each other. “Me and Dakota took on a mission way to big for us, too many demons in one place. I believed we could of done it, but we couldn’t. I wished I saw it when The last demon had taken his blade and shoved the blade into his chest. I screamed with everything as I ran to him, hot tears flowed down my face. I ran my blade into the demon before running to Dakota’s aid again. I remembered everything like it just happened.” I said now sobbing as I re-watched him die again.

Alec grabbed my shaking body and pulled me into his lap. He cradled me close to his chest, letting me cry into his dark shirt. “Alec It was my fault he’s gone.” I sobbed loudly.

He didn’t say anything as he rocked me back in forth. It took awhile before he got me to a subtle whimper. “I know I’m not better than him, but you have me, you Izzy, and sadly you have Fray.” Alec said making you giggle at the last part.

“When I lost hi-

“You don’t have to tell me.” Alec cut me off.

“When I lost him I could feel him drifting from our connecting. I could feel him dying and I knew I lost a part of me, the best part of me. The last thing he said to me was he loved me and I shouldn’t blame his death on me.” I spoke feeling my eyes dry from crying too much already.

“Where’s the rune?” He asked.

I got off him and stood in front of him, I took the hem of the shirt into my hands and pulled it over my head. “My left shoulder blade, you might be able to see it now I tolled you.” I spoke.

“Yeah I can see it, it looks red as if someone ripped it from your body.” Alec said speaking softly. I nodded my head slowly, “I never wanted to memory of him to fully leave so I did that.” I said.

“How?” He asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” My voice icy.


I pulled my shirt down and turned to face his brown eyes. “No one knew we were parabatai’s, but the clave. It was safer for both of us that way.” I explained.

“Fair enough.” Alec said agreeing why he didn’t know.

“You wont end up like us, we’ll find Jace and everything will be thrown back in place. He means just as much to you as Dakota meant to me. That’s a lot.” I said.

“Thank you.” He whispered back, leaning down. I grabbed onto his shirt going on to my tippy-toes and kissing him. The kiss was long and meaningfull. I knew at this moment that losing a parabatai would lead to actual love.  

#65-Donald Pierce

Last Time

Warnings: Thisshitissad oh my god


You bit your bottom lip. Your tears drying as you tapped your foot, collecting your breath. 

You knew you had to do it, you knew you had to leave. 

You were moving, and there was nothing you could do about it. 

Yet, you so badly wanted to stay… With him. 

You were leaning against the wall, with Donald sitting on the couch. That’s where you two had stood, through the conversation.

“I got a job… And, I’m going to rent a place.” Donald looked up at you with heavy eyes, his lips quivering.



Donald looked at you, removing his hand from his mouth and walking over to you. His machine hand was pulling under his other arm, crossing his chest as he moved closer. When he reached you, you let out a heavy breath. Trying not to cry again.

“When do you leave…”


Glancing at the clock, Donald read the time. 6:30 PM. You two only had one more night together. Before the distance, as you both knew, tore you apart. Donald moved his human hand to your waist, gently pulling you closer.

“Kiss me…” He muttered, leaning in. Pressing his lips firmly on yours, you melted against his touch and almost forgot that this. This was going to be the last time. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, Donald lifted you by your legs, looping them around his waist and carrying you to the bed. The pillows then pressed against your back when he set you down. He moved between your legs, and he kissed you deeper. His movements becoming sloppy and eager… He had always been impatient with you, getting through your clothes, kissing you as much as he could. 

Usually, he’d allow himself to become frantic. But tonight, he tried to hold himself back. Giving you long kisses, slow touches. Pressing his fingers into your lower back, Donald lifted your hips against his and leaned into you. You could feel the friction between the two of you. Making you whimper softly against his lips. 

The untrimmed beard on his chin scratching against your skin. Running your tongue over his gold tooth, you sucked in a breath. Burying your fingers in his hair and pulling slightly. Your chest was heavy as you helped him undress. 

Flipping you onto of him, Donald slid your shirt over your head and threw it off the bed. Admiring you for a minute in awe, before sitting up to kiss you again. Tightening his arms around your waist, he pulled you in, and you felt your heart explode. Moving your hips, you closed your eyes as Donald’s lips moved over your chest. “Don’t go…” Donald whispered, tears running down his cheeks as he kissed you. Moving his hands around your face to hold you. “Please don’t go.”

Laying in bed, after, the two of you watched the sun come up, the light shining through the blinds. Illuminating the day the both of you dreaded most. The alarm on your phone then went off, and you leaned over. Kissing Donald.

His fingers brushed over your shoulder blade, running down your spine. Goosebumps rose on your arms and you felt the coldness of his machine fingers against your shoulder as he moved you underneath him. The weight of his body nearly crushing you, but, it was comforting…

You remembered how the two of you would sleep. Either pressed against each other with your limbs intertwined or Donald on top of you, his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. Donald then kissed your shoulder and you breathed in. Filling your lungs with the morning air, the smell of Donald’s cologne making you smile. Kissing the top of his head, you brushed his disheveled hair from his eyes. Donald glanced up at you, his gaze piercing you.

“You should get goin’…” Donald smiled softly. “At least… Before I lock ya up in the closet so you miss your flight.”

Giggling, you shook your head, but the smile fell from your face, desolation filling your body.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Blood Money BTS | Part 3

Pairing: Unknown

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (part 4 next wednsday 9:00pm central timezone)

Originally posted by tearsavi

“I’m gonna go pick up y/n.” Jimin called before walking back up to the ‘main’ floor.

You stood there tired and worn out, but you had learned something useful about reverse psychology. Tucking that away knowing it would be handy, especially when you were forced to join a gang, although it’s probably better you joined your brother’s gang than some random one. Then again you didn’t even know your brother was in a gang so you would have to talk to him about that….

“Ya! Are you gonna get in or are you planning my funeral?” Jimin called from the car snapping you out of your stupor. Shaking your head empty of those thoughts you opened the door and fell into the seat. “Are you okay? You look really tired….” he trailed off.

“Well considering I was not only awake for a full two days with a minimal of about half an hour of sleep because some asshole forgot how to drive when this thing called rain starts so he caused a major collision, so yeah, I am gonna look tired I feel dead Jimin.” you snapped, before sighing and apologizing.

“Hey, it’s okay I get it you’re tired let’s get you back home so you can rest.” He said driving onto the highway.

Once he pulled into the driveway you got out and opened the door to be greeted with silence. “Where is everyone?” you asked, turning to Jimin who just led you to the living room and opened a secret trap door that led down to a secret hide-away. “Um…” you started, it was well hidden, the door corresponded with how the wood laid so no one would be able to guess it was there.

“C’mon, the real place where we all stay is down here.” he said before gently nudging you down the stairs. Nodding too tired to really question him you walked down to be greeted by six boys around a kitchen table talking.

“Hey y/n!” Taehyung said happily coming over to hug you.

“Hey Taehyung.” you said quietly before staring at Jungkook who shifted awkwardly, inwardly groaning you walked over and placed your purse on the counter. “Take your shirt off Jungkook.” you said simply, everyone’s mouth almost fell to the floor.

“Excuse me you want me to what?” Jungkook spluttered,

“Did I fucking stutter?” you asked,

“N-no.” Jungkook started,

“Then take your shirt off I can already tell you’ve reopened your wound. I need to look at it, you idiot.” you muttered before wetting a cloth in warm water and dabbing around the stitches. “You did a good job cleaning him up Jimin, He could have been on his way to recovery if he hadn’t been a dumbass.” you said smiling at Jimin who glowed with praise. “You, my friend are staying in bed until you heal.”

“What?!” he started but you shook your head raising a hand.

“Nope, you heard me mister you’re going to stay in bed and let that heal, that means no working out, no mini fights. You are off the field for a few weeks sorry.” You patted his shoulder before telling him to go to his room and rest which he reluctantly did. “You and I are gonna have a nice talk too Jinnie.” you said pointing at him, “But first I need to sleep because I feel dead.”

“Let me show you to your room then y/n.” Hoseok said before you left the kitchen.

“Great.” Seokjin groaned sitting next to Namjoon, “I hate getting told off by her, especially since she’s my younger sister.”

“At least she’s going to be asleep for a while so you can mentally prepare yourself?” Namjoon said but it sounded more like a question. “The more important thing is that Jungkook will be unavailable for a while, so we should take that time to train her. From what I got a couple of days ago when she literally got away virtually unscathed she will be a great asset to us.” he said, before patting Jin on the knee. “Good luck man.”

“Thank’s Hoseok,” you said before walking into your room, it was quaint, not too big not too small. There was a single full sized bed pushed up against the corner with a single nightstand next to it, a desk was at the end, a dresser on the side and a closet on the other end. You found out that you shared a joint bathroom connecting to Jimin’s room. Sighing you dug through the drawers and found that they had gone to your apartment and taken all your clothes to transfer them here. You locked both doors of the bathroom before entering a steaming shower. Sighing as the warm water caressed your body you washed two days of grime off, shampooing your hair with what was presumably Jimin’s shampoo and conditioner before turning off the water and wrapping an insanely fluffy black towel around your body before walking into your room. Turning to grab a shirt you heard your door open.

“Hey y/n-oh my god i’m so sorry!” Jimin started before covering his eyes after noticing you only had a towel around your body. “Wait-is that my towel?” he asked, then you noticed the silver ‘J’ embroidered into the corner. Shrugging you sighed.

“I guess so, did you need something?” you asked slipping on some black underwear and a green t-shirt.

“Uh-well I just wanted to apologize, for earlier when I was rude to you in the car.” he muttered.

“Okay, is that all?” you paused, drying your hair and combing out the knots.

“Y-yea sorry i’ll let you sleep now.” Jimin then closed your door quietly and you collapsed in your bed wrapping your body in the silky gray sheets and warm black comforter.

Waking up a day later to a loud commotion in the kitchen you yawned before getting up and opening your door.

“What in god’s name is the noise about?” you said leaning against the kitchen doorway, then your eyes fell on none other than Jeon Jungkook, being told by Jimin that he needed to rest.

“Jungkook you need to rest and heal.” Jimin told him the others nodding in agreement.

“I don’t! I’m perfectly fine!” he argued.

“You are certainly not perfectly fine Jungkook.” you snapped before grabbing him and pushing him into the hallway back to his room.

“I am I prom-” he started but you cut him off.

“You won’t be as fine as you claim to be once I sew your mouth shut Kook. You will stay in this room until I say so and you will heal. Otherwise you’ll never be back out on the field with us. Got it?” you snapped before shutting and locking his door from the outside.

“Your sister’s kinda scary.” Hoseok whispered to Seokjin who nodded in agreement.

“She probably gets it from our mother, she was very scary too.” Seokjin whispered back,

“Jinnie, why didn’t you tell me you were in a gang?” you asked, “And South Korea’s most wanted too.” you narrowed your eyes,

“You’re on your own, Jin fighting!” Hoseok whispered before they left you alone to talk to him.

“I didn’t think it was important…” he started,

“Not important?? Now I know why you always had cuts and bruises. I should have recognized your face on the news…”

“I can explain!” he blurted out

“Please do!” you snapped.

“Our mother, she had a debt she owed because of her drug addiction.” he started, you just stared at him, “She owed Bangtan lots of money, we’re talking billions y/n.” Jin ran his hand through his hair sighing. “It wasn’t just for the low level drugs either, it was for the high end very expensive ones. She gave them me to pay back that debt, our mom isn’t who you think she is, neither is our dad.”

“What do you mean our dad?” you paused, “what about him I already knew about our mom’s drug addiction.”

“Our dad, he was a part of a gang called Got7, he, he killed our mom.” Jin look down at you to gauge your reaction. You paused, before walking away from Jin.

“Hey y/n!” Namjoon called you over, “we’re gonna teach you the basics of how a gang functions. Today you’ll be with Yoongi who specializes in drugs. Tomorrow you’ll be with Hoseok who does the explosives. Friday you’re with Taehyung to learn how to seduce and kill men, kidnapping and killing really. He likes to call it double K. Saturday you’re with Jimin for blade/knife skills. Sunday you’re with me to learn how a gang actually works. Monday Jin teaches you how to be flexible and adapt to your surroundings. You’ll have to wait till Jungkook’s well enough and he’ll teach you how to use automatics like guns.” You nodded before Yoongi dragged you off to another room.

“Here you’ll learn about different drugs and their effects. The first one, marijuana. You probably know this one can you point it out?” he asked before pointing to a table that had three drugs. You simply pointed to the one on the left, he nodded approvingly. “Can you tell me what it does?”

“It gives you a high, it’s a hallucinogenic drug that slows down bodily functions.” you said. Yoongi nodded before showing you some different pills. The ones that look like candy are ecstasy, we also have a small square you can put on your tongue.

For the next couple of hours he drilled you on different drugs and even had some of his guys bring in clients so you could see the effects. He also showed you how to mix certain drugs to get a heightened sense or a different reaction.

“Alright, you can take a break, I’ll be back in about half an hour okay?” Yoongi said before leaving you in an empty room full of illegal drugs.

“Y-yeah.” you murmured before sighed and followed leaving the room empty. Looking around you found a small library, peaking your interest you wandered in. Finding a book you sat down and opened to a random page discovering five hundred dollars hidden within the pages. Eyes widening you put the book down and pulled another one discovering more money. Suddenly it hit you, this library wasn’t actually a library. It was a hidden bank of books filled with money.

“What are you doing in here?” Namjoon said surprise showing on his face,

“I just wandered in that’s all, sorry I didn’t touch anything.” you lied before leaving quickly. Bumping into Hoseok you muttered another apology before fleeing to your room. Closing the door you sighed and walked to your desk to pull out a leather journal.

August 24

Dear mom,

I got kidnapped by a gang called Bangtan, this is my first actual day here. They have a whole house down under the house they bought. It’s well hidden too, I’m scared. My brother isn’t who he said he was, he never told me he was in a gang. He even said that our father killed my mother AND that our father was in a gang called Got7. You had an addiction to expensive drugs that made you forget about the bad divorce between you and my father I know, but would that addiction really make you give my older brother Seokjin to a gang to pay off the money you owed? Also, you owed billions of dollars how is my brother equal payment? What happens to what he was if he died, does that get forced onto me?

I still intern at the hospital which is good, it provides some normalcy that seems to be lacking in my life. Apparently Namjoon sees that I could be an asset to the gang and has gone about training me. I’m spending today with Yoongi, tomorrow with Hoseok and so on with all the other boys.

I also discovered something interesting today during my break, I wandered into a small library down here and wanted to read so I opened a book.

I found money, I don’t know what kind of money it was or where it came from but i’m almost certain after finding more in other books that it’s a secret bank where they keep their extra reserves.

I wonder if it’s blood money, has my brother had to kill to get that money that was in the books? How many people has he murdered, or wounded. How many families has he torn apart without blinking an eye? How many will I have to kill?

What do I do mom?

Tell me what to do, send me a sign. Should I stay and accept my fate or should I try and escape?

I don’t know.

Love, Y/n.

Closing the book you sighed, looking around there wasn’t a window anywhere it was dark except for the light from your lamp on the desk. There wasn’t even a clock, you’d have to go back to your apartment and get some stuff to decorate. Yes, that’s what you needed to do, you couldn’t breathe. It was suffocating, running you ran past Taehyung, past the kitchen and up the stairs. You almost got to the door if Namjoon hadn’t grabbed you by the waist and pulled you down the stairs.

“Woah there y/n calm down.” he said groaning because he fell down the stairs. Your breathing was uneven and you were panicked.

“Out, I need to get out.” you gasped before pushing off him and shoving Taehyung on top. Running back up the stairs you pushed the door open and smacked your head on the underside of the desk. Groaning in pain you crawled out and into the living room where bright sunlight shone down on your face. Sighing you sat in the middle of the carpet, tears falling slowly down your face. Closing your eyes you whispered “mom? I’m scared what do I do?”

Taehyung poked his head out followed by Namjoon and Hoseok. They stared at you crying in the sunlight.

“Y/n?” Yoongi asked opening the door to be surprised by you in the living room.

“Yoongi.” you said before getting up and walking to the window. A clock on the oven said it was around ten in the morning.

“What are you doing up here?” he asked, Taehyung crawled out from the door and shrugged.

“I have another shift at the hospital in about seven hours. I’m going back to my apartment I’d like some normalcy in my life.” you said before turning to Namjoon, “You couldn’t stop me last time, you won’t stop me this time.” you whispered before opening the window and jumping out onto the grass. “Thanks Jinnie!” you called before yanking him out of the driver’s seat and slamming the door.

“Wait! You can’t just leave like that y/n!” Jin called, the other boys running out onto the driveway.

“Yes, I can and I will, I’ll see you in three to four days.” you yelled before driving off.

“Goddammit why can’t any of you guys stop her?!” Namjoon roared, “There’s literally seven of us and one of her what makes it so hard to stop her?!” Namjoon kicked a wooden stick off the porch making it fly across the yard before slamming the front door closed so hard it made the whole house rattle.

Piano!lock AU

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | ao3

when it runs you down

The melody started to materialise in front of him. John let his mind lead him through the melancholy rhythm. There was a violin somewhere in his mind, playing along with him, as his teacher had done once. He ached for the chance to be able and guide someone else through a piece, for two different melodies to clash and entwine harmoniously together. He would never have that again. This was his last time. The last time he played. The last time he would feel the softness of the keys under his fingertips. The last time he would let his will elevate his mind to press deeply in every single note. The slow melody enveloped him, suffocated him.

Why? Why did he have to endure this? Why him? Why?! The angry passion of someone being ripped apart from their loved ones exploded through the music. He was angry. With himself and with everyone. Why?! He had so much hatred in his heart, deep rooted with aggressiveness. They had imposed on him qualities he never wanted anything to do with. Why!? The furious notes flew through his fingers. Breathing ragged. John almost fell on the keys in exhaustion. He couldn’t bear this anymore!

His muscle memory continued to produce the next soft notes. Suddenly, in his head even they, with their soft sadness, felt too much. He slowed down, drowned it inside. Swallowed it whole. The loss, the anguish, the pain.

‘Let it out, Johnny… Let it out… Relax… When you relax, your body makes music too. Trust me, sweetie, let it out…’

Crying, screaming, panicking. John couldn’t breathe. Every breath was a stab of pain. He was losing it. His fingers were trembling. Let it out… There were images in his mind. Too much. Too many. A boy running to get away. His sister crying with a black eye. A boy locked in the closet, trying to hide tears, to be brave, to be a soldier. His sister throwing a glass to the wall. His sister lying unresponsive in bed with a half-emptied bottle. Let it out… Be a soldier. Isn’t that what he was now? A soldier going to war? Yes. Let it out…

John breathed. He blinked. His fingers moved. Muscle memory. Feelings. Music. His heart became one with it. Say your goodbye. Say it with pride. Never regret it. The black and white keys were part of his being. Music was part of his heart. The piano was an extension of his body. Say it with dignity. Never regret it. The melody became heated. Quick strokes. Strong momentary notes. Rapid movements. Fingers of a pianist reaching everywhere, up and down, deep and low, strong and loud, soft and unmoving, sudden and gone. No. He wasn’t a pianist. He was a soldier. He always has been. Suddenly hands stopping. Pressing. Once… Twice…

‘Goodbye…’ he whispered, barely audible.

Thrice. Slowly, reluctantly, fingers left the keys to rest. Body straightened. His mind woke up. John blinked. There was silence around him. In the dim light, his eyes adjusted from the bright refractions of light they had received from the alabaster keys. He was still at the club. Every single person left was looking at him. What was it? Did they want more? John would have to disappoint. He had said his goodbyes after all… The world broke in a huge wave of clapping and applauding. His fists clenched on his knees. Eyes locked on the keys in front of him to avoid looking anywhere else and his heart shuddered. No. He had to leave. Why was he still here in the first place? He got up straight. And left the stage. Ignored the people trying to approach him. Shoved Mike away with a vague goodnight. He left.

Tonight, he would be just a lonely figure walking the streets of London. He would be no one. Tomorrow, he would be a soldier. Nothing else. There was nothing else. Never again.

The moment the Scotland Yard arrived, Sherlock had shoved them all off with a ‘Ah! Finally!’ of exasperation. Lestrade had eyed John furiously, when Sherlock just took one of the blue lights from the crew team without consent.

‘You know how he is, Lestrade.’ John shrugged. The police officer didn’t answer, instead kept eyeing at him wordlessly. ‘What?’ John frowned. ‘It’s not like I could do something about it!’

Lestrade’s hand shot up, a finger pointed at John, he was ready to explode and John bewildered took a step back. There was a half mouthed ‘You!’ on his lips but then he suddenly just exhaled, lips tightly shut, eyes supervising the rest of the team trying to block the light from the crystal-clear windows all over the place. John Watson sighed in relief, but taking another good look at Lestrade he could see the purple circles around his eyes, his slouched posture and curt nods to the team, without even a smile or any of his usual characteristics. They had some time now to go out for a drink but he could guess his family situation was becoming worse along with huge amounts of paperwork and new cases at the office. On top of all that, Sherlock wasn’t very accommodating with simpler cases lately, John guessed it had brought a riot in the detective inspector’s office.

‘Oh, come on, quickly!’ there was Sherlock’s voice from a few metres away. John’s eyes shot up at Anderson’s team doing as quickly as possible. Donovan was apparently downstairs catching up with Anderson. He rolled his eyes but then noticed how tense the DI had become suddenly. Maybe he could do something after all. Maybe what was happening to him the last few weeks had led him to let Sherlock roam wild… well, wilder than usual. He frowned and walked to his idiot of a genius friend, placing a steady hand on his shoulder and leaning close, apparently to look at what he was trying to discover with the blue light in his hand.

‘Easy, Sherlock. We have time.’ He whispered while thinking of what else to say that would catch Sherlock’s attention. ‘Want to tell me what you hope to find?’ John noticed how his voice was a bit softer than usual but it was too late to take it back, he shoved the thought away.

The consulting detective snapped to attention at John’s tone, escaping John’s grip on his shoulder. There was something of a curious trembling aura in his eyes, John squinted trying to recognise but he was fairly sure, he hadn’t seen it before. They broke eye contact almost immediately afterwards and Sherlock held the blue light as a pointer, ready to go on about what he had deduced. Lestrade neared too and John caught a momentary grateful glance shooting his way.

‘Here’s where the painting was positioned.’ Sherlock tried to speak slowly and be patient, indicating to them where to look with the blue light at hand. ‘The man belonging to the personnel of the building was found dead approximately four blocks from here. He disappeared while on shift. Now, I bet if we ask for the hours of this shift from the owner, they will match with the estimation of when the painting was taken.’

‘You mean stolen?’ Lestrade cut him off. ‘You mean the man we found dead had stolen the painting from his boss and run into the night, got himself killed?’ John frowned looking at his flatmate. No, this wasn’t so simple, he would have told him already.

‘No, George, I said we’re looking for a murderer. Do keep up.’ Sherlock grimaced. ‘I am saying, our man was killed right here. In front of the painting. And let me guess, he had deadly wounds that probably killed him in seconds, wounds that would also happen to bleed a lot, right?’

Lestrade stayed still for a moment, then nodded, obviously too tired to argue about his name.

‘Knife to the side of the neck.’ The inspector took his phone out and showed them some pictures.

Sherlock smirked triumphantly.

‘That’s what we’re looking for. Blood. Probable footprints. Everything.’

John smiled proudly. Everything was starting to get clearer. The murderer had a personal feud with the man working here obviously. He came to kill him but he was sloppy, he hadn’t thought it through. He probably tried to clean the floorboards but wood so greatly polished always would have imprints of all that transpired on it. If they could find footprints…

‘Obviously, we can’t rely only on footprints but if I’m correct, the killer took the painting with them in a sloppy attempt to make this look like a disappearance. Of course, the painting would have stains of blood. Wounds like that would splutter blood everywhere.’ He heard Sherlock say dimly, lost in thought.

‘I’ve already put people asking around family and friends of the victim. Tomorrow we should be able to have a list of all his known contacts.’ The DI spoke thoughtfully as well.

‘He probably meant to return the painting after he had found a way to forge it. He hadn’t thought the police would find his victim’s body so quickly. Ugh, boring. He’s a real sloppy one.’ Sherlock shook his head in frustration, tufts of his hair flying all around his face; John didn’t know why he always noticed such details.

There’s always a first time. A first time for a little boy to not be careful enough. A first time to be careless. A first time he can give in to his youth and be swept away. There’s always a first time. That was the first time, little John exhausted from the rainy day, his schoolwork, his million little thoughts running around his brain, fell on his bed promising to get up in five minutes. Just five minutes. The door gaped wide open. His little sister unaware and playful for the first time in days.

There was thunder and shouts and a muffled cry of a child when John woke up five hours later. With eyes wide, he saw the door close in front of him, the monster he once called Father was holding the key in one hand and his sister’s hair in the other. It closed. It clicked. Only then the boy registered the pained wailing of his sister’s open mouth. He shot up, falling to the door with all his boyish strength shouting like a mere child. That’s all he was after all. A child. A flash of lighting lit the space around him. A slow drunker slur of words was all he could hear now as his sister’s crying became silent from the other side of the stubbornly closed door.

‘Y’ur too old to pla’ with dolls, mmmy swe’t. Y’ur broth’r ain’t takin’ ca’e of you anym’re. I’m respo’sibl’, I’m to show ye the way, gir’.’

The boy stood, frozen, unable to move away from the door. He couldn’t tear his ears off the noises. He must hear. Think. Think. You’re not a child. Think.

‘Take care of her, Johnny boy… Always take care of her…’

Think! The was a clash of glass. Splinters falling all over the place. Think! A muffled pleading cry of a terrified girl trying to keep quiet and submissive.

‘Think, Johnny. What do we do? Think. First lock. Then hide. Then run. Think, Johnny. What if you can’t? What if you can’t? Call. Johnny, call!’

Mother’s voice was digging in his ears. The boy pushed his body up from the door. He made it to the cupboards panting. Another shuttered glass. No, that was a bottle. The boy threw the drawers out of their places. A trembling hand reached the back of the empty closet now. Caught something slim and smooth. Got it out. Pressed the buttons frettingly. Dialled.

‘Police Department of South……… what is your emergency?’ the boy didn’t hear anything just barked their address with strength he didn’t know he had. A scream from the other side of the door.

‘Help us!’ the childish voice returned. The boy hated it. He fell to the floor curling up. Even if he went out the window to the front door or the neighbours there was nothing else he could do. He hated it.

there you go guys :) thank you all for the support! hope you like the first scene of this especially, it is very dear to me because of my experience as a pianist <3 tags below the cut ;)

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Seven Minutes in Heaven: Natasha part one

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“You got…” Tony starts, before pausing and grinning wickedly. “Oh now this is exactly what I was hoping for. Buckle down everyone. It’s college girl experimentation time.”

“You are vile.” You say, watching Natasha smirk from across the room.

“Hey its completely natural for you and Romanoff to explore each other’s bodies and let the rest of us watch and possibly film it for future purposes.”

“Oh I am so sorry. Vile was too pleasant a word.”

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Shook Me All Night Long (#15 of the 20 Different Pairings- Dean x reader x Benny)

Summary: Stripper!Dean and stripper!Benny au. Dean and Benny make your shift at the club a lot more interesting than usual.

Warning: threesome, smut, strippers, edging

Word Count: 3500ish

A/N: This is a new au for me. Hope I did it justice! @vintagevalentinexx and @wonderless-screwup

It was going to be a busy night at the club. It was early, the guys had only performed one song, and you could already hear the crowd screaming, could already feel the energy. The men who regularly worked Saturday nights came off the stage and into the large dressing room laughing loudly, quickly feeding their tips into the automatic safe that would count the money and keep it safe until the end of the night, when the money would be split between them.

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Rose  pt.1

Originally posted by parkminhyuksdf

Summary: In your school, Jackal Academy, there are six boys that all the girls fawn over. Valentine’s Day, the day you hated most because all the rich and prissy girls get together and give the six boys never ending boxes of chocolates. When you tell someone that you do not like Valentines day, someone gives you a pleasant surprise. 

Pairing: Rocky x Reader 

Length: 1,661 words 

Genre: Fluff 

A/N: Hello, I have been an AROHA from the start but I finally got around to make a blog on here. This is my first Astro fic so please bear with me. Enjoy

A loud banging on the door woke you up from your peaceful sleep. “Honey it’s time to get up, you have school.” The click of your mother’s heels indicate that she is walking back down to the kitchen. When the clicking is gone you pull the covers over your head and shut your eyes for a few moments, being interrupted by your alarm going off, you sigh and throw the covers off. Slowly sitting up, you rub your eyes then grab your phone. Shutting off the obnoxious alarm all the notifications fill your lock screen, most of them being from Twitter, Snapchat, or texts from your friend ranting about someone at three in the morning. As you scroll through her texts you see a question, “Hey are you going to give chocolates this year?” Confused you unlock the phone and begin typing a response.

“Chocolates? For what?” You hit send.

“For Valentine’s Day remember? And good morning.” She replies instantly, like she has been waiting on the phone for your reply. Your eyebrows fury together as you think, ‘Valentine’s day?’ You look at the date, February 14. Rolling your eyes you make your way back into the messenger app.

“Who would I give chocolates too? You know I hate this so called holiday.” Slightly irritated, you press send. Shaking your head you lock your phone and put it next you then get up and stretch your body. As you stretch a yawn escapes your mouth. You take a quick look around your room then make your way over to your wood stained dressers. You grab the skirt to your uniform and knee high black socks. Going over to your closet, your phone goes off, grabbing the white dress shirt and the tie that accompanies it. Walking past your bed you swoop your hand across to grab the phone and head into your bathroom. Putting a towel down on the toilet seat lid you look back at your phone.

“I just thought that you would have a change of heart with the whole ‘I hate Valentine’s Day because giving chocolates to boys who all the girls swoon over is dumb, thing.”

You roll your eyes at her text but reply. “I’m sorry I think giving chocolates is dumb.”

You put your phone face down on the sink and turn the water on to begin your shower.

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Leather Pants

Jack hadn’t meant to find them, it wasn’t like he went into Joe’s closet purposely searching for them, but when he did find them, he was surprised.

“What are these?” Jack turned around to face Joe, holding the article of clothing in his hand. When the smaller man realized what it was that Jack was holding, he burst out laughing.

“I wore them for a shoot I did. Totally forgot I had tossed them in there.”

“You wore leather pants for a photoshoot?” Jack asked, holding the pants up in full.

“The stylist chose the outfit.” Joe shrugged, tilting his head as he looked at Jack. “Why, you like them?”

Yes. “Just can’t imagine you wearing leather pants.” Was what Jack said instead.

“I can show you the picture if you want.”

“Or you could put them on.” He smirked, watching Joe roll his eyes as he grabbed his computer from the bed.

“I’m not getting naked, Jack. Sorry.”

Neither could place when it happened exactly, this little dance they did around each other. Their comments probably bordered on too flirty, but they still did it. Jack found it easy, especially since he had accepted that he was attracted to Joe. The smaller man had wiggled his way into Jack’s mind, and heart, without Jack having even noticed it. He didn’t know if Joe felt the same way, so he kept up with the dance they had going. Pushing the boundary just far enough, but never too much. It was fun. Easy. And this way Jack got to tease Joe, look at Joe, and find ways to touch Joe. Because to be honest, Jack really wanted to touch Joe. All over. With his hands and mouth. But for now, he stuck with their little game.

Except now, now there was leather pants involved.

And as Jack looked at the pictures Joe had taken with them on, leaving little to the imagination, he knew he was in trouble.

“What in the world are you wearing?” Josh laughed as Joe walked into the room, and Jack lifted his gaze from his phone to him, his breath catching as he stared at Joe.

Because he was wearing the leather pants. The ones that had been on Jack’s mind since he found them in Joe’s closet. The ones that he had so desperately wanted to see on that slim body after being teased with the pictures.

And those pictures did not do it justice. Because Jack could feel himself getting turned on just by looking. And as he shifted in his seat, trying to ensure that it wouldn’t be noticeable, Joe’s smug look fell on Jack, his lips turning up in a smirk.

“Found them in my closet. Thought it’d be fun to wear something different.” Joe said to Josh, but his gaze was locked on Jack.


The entire way to dinner, which they had decided to walk too, Jack couldn’t keep his eyes off of Joe. The way the pants clung to the smaller man like a second skin meant that Jack was able to see every line of that body, and it was torturously wonderful.

It almost seemed as if Joe acted different while wearing them too, more confident in their game. He was constantly shooting Jack smug looks, always ensuring to be in front of Jack, giving the younger man a nice view of his ass. He was teasing Jack, taking their game to a whole new level.

Well, two could play at that game, Jack decided as they walked into the club.

It was crowded, expected for a Saturday night, and the drinks had already been flowing, so everyone was loose.

They were quick to join the mass on the dance floor, bodies moving with the bass.

It wasn’t hard for Jack to find Joe in the crowd, it was as if their bodies were drawn together by a pull.

Joe smirked over at Jack, moving his hips in time with the music, tilting his head back as he closed his eyes, exposing the skin along his neck. Almost as if he was inviting Jack.

And the younger man was quick to accept that invitation, moving in close to Joe, his hands resting low on Joe’s hips as he tugged him closer, Jack’s lips connecting with Joe’s skin.

Jack felt slim fingers slide around to the back of his neck, tangling into his hair and tugging softly as a moan vibrated along Joe’s throat. Smirking, Jack bit down lightly before he licked at the spot, soothing it.

“Fuck.” Joe breathed into Jack’s ear.

“You do realize what you’ve been doing to me all night.” Jack replied, moving his lips up to Joe’s ear, nibbling gently on the lobe. “Ever since I found these bloody pants.” He emphasized his point by moving his hands around and down to Joe’s ass, giving it a quick squeeze as he rolled his hips.

“I know.” Joe gasped, pulling his head back to meet Jack’s gaze. “I saw you watching.”

“Tease.” He murmured, his eyes dropping to Joe’s lips.

“Do it.”

And he did, crashing his lips down onto Joe’s, working his mouth open to slip his tongue in, fighting for dominance.

All the tension from their games and teasing exploded between them, and Joe rolled his body against Jack’s, their moans mingling together. When they parted, staring at each other with heavy lidded eyes, they knew they had both crossed that final line.

“We need to leave. Now.” Jack said hoarsely, brushing his lips against Joe’s. “Because as good as those pants look on, I’m betting they look even better off.”

“Let’s go.” Joe’s hand found Jack’s, their fingers tangling together as they moved through the crowd.

And if Jack stared at Joe’s ass while he was lead out of the club and onto the street, well, it didn’t matter if he was caught now.


Requested by anonymous: Okay :) no pressure, I just wanna request a avengers with buckyxReader where there is a party at the tower and everybody’s drunk except the reader, bucky and steve and all the others are sooo funny and matchmaking the reader and bucky and steve is keeping everyone in place, it’s up to you how you wanna go from this plot, thank you so much! :)

Pairing: Avengers x Bucky x Reader

Words: 1107

“I’m just glad Vision took Wanda out,” Steve said, watching the scene in front of him. “She’s just a kid.”

“Have you heard from T’Challa?” Bucky asked, chuckling at his team members.

“Nope,” you answered. “Haven’t heard back from him since we left Wakanda. Hey, am I officially Peter’s trainer?”

“Yeah,” Steve responded. “As soon as he’s off from school and summer starts, he’ll be a regular here.”

“Caw caw motherfuckers,” Sam screeched as he jumped down from the beams of the common room.

“I believe I can fly,” Clint sang, prepping himself to do the same.

You reprimanded, “Clint, you’re going to fall and hurt yourself.”

Clint started, “You don’t know-” Clint loses his balance and falls on the floor. “Ow.”

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The Huntress - Prologue


“With leather worn and sword unsheathed stands the fallen child of the angels; the huntress of the deep.” - willowing-love

Pairing: Castiel x Nephilim!Reader

Warning: This will be another one of my adventure fics. This series will contain FLUFF, ANGST and SMUT (at some point. I am not a smut writer, but this fic calls for it). All nsfw chapters will be tagged. It will also contain strong language, physical violence, blood, gore, violent visions, and pain. If any of this would be triggering for you, then you can check out my masterlist for some slightly less angsty oneshots and drabbles instead. 

Word Count: 2,103

You all have @perseusandmedusa to blame for this one! She innocently asked if I had ever considered a Castiel x Nephilim!Reader fic. “Just imagine…”. So I started researching nephilim and was quickly sucked into this world of half breeds. I adapted a manuscript of mine to bring you this and I hope you guys enjoy it! You know the drill…let me build up the story line before I throw you off the cliff.

(Just in case the links start working…)

Prologue Chapter 1  Chapter 2   Chapter 3  

Chapter 4  Chapter 5   Chapter 6  Chapter 7  

Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  

Chapter 11  Chapter 12  Chapter 13

THE MELODY OF INSPIRATION:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2lf_vyK8fw  (because tumblr is having issues with links now)


“Listen to me, (Y/N),” he said in a hushed voice as he lifted your chin to meet his gaze “I need you to stay in here and be completely silent. You cannot make a sound. Just stay in the corner and don’t move. Do you understand me?” You looked up at him, feeling the fear roll off of him in waves. He was trying his best to hide it from you, to hide how scared he was. But deep down he knew better. His stormy gray eyes were like a doorway into everything that he was feeling. He had never been able to hide anything from you. Even at the tender age of seven you could read your father like an open book.

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered.

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Preferences: When They Realize You Have Anxiety

Requested by Anon.

Warning: Mentions anxiety and anxiety attacks. Please use discretion if this trigger you.

A/N: I just wanted to say that all anxiety cases are different. Not all will be mentioned here, but they’re a very real thing. I have anxiety myself, so this one was close to home. If any of you need to talk about this, please message me, and we can talk. You’re not alone.

Also, I’m not going to do a tag list for this one, just because it is very triggering to some.


Originally posted by green-circles

You hadn’t mentioned your anxiety to Dean and hadn’t planned to. A particularly rough hunt had gotten you, specifically a djinn case. Unbeknownst to Dean or Sam, you had been captured by one years before you met them. You were forced to live your worst nightmare before being saved by your previous hunting partner. It stuck with you, and reliving the scenario terrified you. Sam had ended up killing it, and you all saved the victims. But, that night, you couldn’t sleep, the memories of terror filling your head. Before you knew it, an attack creeped up and struck you, hard. You didn’t notice Dean wake up, for your heart beat was too loud. Your breaths came in short huffs and your mind was focused on the horrors. Eventually, with the help of Dean’s soft whispers, you calmed down, body drained. You collapsed against his chest, and he gently stroked your hair. You explained why you didn’t tell him, and he understood completely. You fell asleep in his arms that night, finally feeling safe.


Originally posted by bandss-and-youtuberss

Sam didn’t know about your anxiety. You had always seemed so happy and carefree. But, one hunt, you fell apart. You and Sam were locked in a small closet, and you could feel the walls closing in, your throat closing as if you were suffocating. Sam was focused on breaking the door down when he heard your panicked breathing. Your eyes were wide in fear, your body shaking terribly. “Y/N?” You couldn’t respond, hell, you couldn’t hear him. You pushed against the walls desperately, and Sam suddenly understood. By no means was Sam a small man, but he pushed himself into the corner to give you more space. “Just close your eyes. Pretend we’re in the bunker, watching that movie you love so much.” Sam continues to distract you with pleasant memories until Dean opens the door. Sam didn’t mention it again until you did, and he listened with the utmost care, ready to help you through this bump in the road.


Originally posted by perevalovaaa

You wanted to keep your anxiety a secret. But, you happened to forget Cas could read your thoughts. He noticed the little, panicked thoughts throughout the day, and he noticed the huge, suffocating fear. He knew all your warning signs before an attack, thus, he could prepare to help you through it. Cas would do anything to get your mind off the terror, like whispering relaxing phrases and holding you close. When you eventually calmed down, he’d quietly ask if you’d like to talk about it and always respected your decision. Human emotions were new to him, but they were yours, and he was more than willing to learn if it’d help you through this.

itsonewday  asked:


ahhhh i’m so glad that you liked it! 💕 and well, tbh i left it at that cliffhanger because i wasn’t so sure how draco and harry would react to something as “alarming” as that


this took me a long time but hey at least i tried haha

note: it isn’t necessary for you to read the prequel to this but it would be much more understandable if you did. :)

• potions class these days is more awkward than anything else
• mostly for harry and draco
• it’s the absolute worst for draco because not even potter messing up the brewing can cheer him up
• harry’s got it just as bad because not even the prospect of quidditch afterwards can cheer him up
• nobody can stop thinking about it though thus someone coined the term the incident which must not be named
is it true? everyone seems to be whispering to one another
is what true? someone asks curiously
is is true that harry potter and draco malfoy fancy each other?
• merlin, it makes both boys sick to their stomachs
• only their closest friends actually engage in conversation about it because 1. draco will hex anybody else into the next century and 2. nobody wants to offend the boy who lived
• funnily enough, snape can’t seem to understand why his class with the gryffindors and slytherins has gotten so quiet all of a sudden
• harry tries his very best to not to think about it and yet his friends have better ideas
• “i don’t understand what’s got you so worked up, harry. i mean, ron and i have figured it out for ages now—”
• “figured what, hermione?”
• “that you fancy malfoy, of course!”
• “merlin, no. blimey, never. i don’t, really. hermione—no, what’s with that look? it’s malfoy we’re talking about. come on, ron. back me up here.”
• “sorry, mate. hermione’s never wrong and amortentia doesn’t lie, does it?” ron says sympathetically
• “not you two as well,” harry groans
• draco is in denial and he’s gone on a rampage
• “salazar slytherin, draco. can you just stop talking about potter for a second? my poor ears are bleeding.”
• “pansy, this isn’t about him! it’s about that wretched potion he’s concocted. he did something to that potion, i’m telling you. he sabotaged my potion to fail me and make a fool out of me in front of professor snape!”
• “draco, you got an O on that.”
• “so what, blaise? it’s not outstanding if i smelled things i shouldn’t have. rumors spread quickly and people assume the worst.”
• “draco, you’re overreacting—”
• “am not!”
• merlin help them all
• hermione, ron, pansy & blaise are so sick of listening to them rant that they come together to form the ultimate plan
• their plan is simple: lock them in a closet until they sort their feelings out
• “remember, guys. we’re not unlocking the door until tomorrow morning,” pansy reminds them
• blaise and ron snort
• “parkinson, that won’t work. don’t you think that’s too extreme?” hermione asks worriedly
• “trust me, granger. they’ll get to it before the sun rises tomorrow.”
• with pansy’s cunningness and hermione’s ingenious strategy, they’re able to grab harry and draco’s wands and lock them in the broom closet without too much trouble
• “sorry, we won’t let you two out until you two have accepted your er, mutual feelings,” ron yells back
• “ron? hermione? guys? nothing’s going to happen except maybe there’ll be 2 dead bodies here in the morning.”
• “ha-ha, potter. now, listen. you too, draco. stop pouting. i can feel it. this is for your own good. nobody’s going to hear you in there and since it’s the weekend, people can assume all they want about both of your ‘disappearances’.”
• at that, both boys wince
• pansy sounded smug when she said, “that’s right. so get to it, lover boys. we’ll be back tomorrow. maybe earlier.”
• for a few minutes, draco does nothing but glare at harry
• harry wants to talk about it
• he really does because he doesn’t want to spend more time with the supposed love of his life
• thank merlin the closet is poorly lit so nobody can see harry’s expression or draco’s red face
• they’re sitting as far away from each other as possible; the (sexual) tension is palpable
• “malfoy—” harry starts
• “i don’t want to talk about it, potter,” draco says grumpily
• “no, listen. i have a plan!”
• “your plans always backfire, potter,” draco sneers. “just shut up and let me think.”
• harry huffs angrily “my plans—”
• “oh? you mean granger’s plans, i presume?”
• harry reaches blindly for his wand, maybe to throw it at draco or maybe to curse the tosser properly but he remembers ron taking it for “safety reasons”
• ron was right to take draco’s too
• “stop being such an arse. the world doesn’t revolve around you, you bloody prick. i wonder why my amortentia—” harry stops then turns red. “forget it, malfoy. nevermind.”
• “might as well say it, potter,” draco taunts. “what? is the ickle boy who lived afraid?”
• “you’re such a hypocrite! merlin! how about you, huh?” harry retorts. “oh, potter. it smells just like your shampoo!
• “shut up!”
• “make me,” harry challenges
• draco suddenly tackles harry and tries to take a go at him
• “oi!”
• but harry rolls them over just in time
• now harry’s on top
• both panting and slightly angry, they don’t notice that their faces are mere centimeters apart
• “who’s afraid now?” harry whispers, gripping draco’s wrists so he can’t move under him
• draco scowls, squirming under harry’s weight
• “i’m not afraid of anyone, most especially you, potter,” draco replies defiantly
• harry has to admit that even in a bad situation, draco is still an arrogant prick
• while harry’s still distracted from draco’s statement, draco punches him right in the nose
• harry lets go of draco’s wrists, clutches his (bleeding and probably broken) nose and yells a hoarse “ouch!”
• “that’ll teach you not to mess with me.”
• both boys retreat to their respective corners, harry with a bleeding nose and draco with slightly sore wrists
• it’s completely silent, apart from the occasional pitter patter of the pipe water and the footsteps of students who’ve lost their way
• harry sniffles, desperately trying to stop the blood from dripping onto his clothes and the floor
• he glares at draco and wishes that he had a wand to fix his nose or something

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