made this all tonight so exhausted

Full on Love pt.1

Thor x plus size/chubby fem. reader 

a/n: super fluffy. mentions of alcohol and getting drunk. Part 2 I’m hoping to add some smut, we’ll see. My first chubby/curvy/plus size reader fic! Also I prefer long hair Thor (I’m still sad over his new haircut)

Summary: The reader is new to the team. Thor can’t keep his eyes off of her.  

Originally posted by unchartedghoul

“Good morning Thor!”

“Good morning Lady y/n, you are looking lovely as always.”

“Thank you.” you said, while continuing to mix the batter you were preparing.

You shook your head, smiling. He was always such a sweetheart. You had just got out of bed, wearing only a tank top and cute sleeping shorts. You weren’t sure what Thor’s idea of lovely is, but you thanked him anyway.

“I was about to make french toast, would you like some?” you asked, as he rummaged through the fridge.  

Thor peeked his head over the refrigerator door, “I would!“ 

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Let Me Hold You

Warnings: none

Requested by: @wavyjassy

Request: A first time where he sneaks into your window late at night to meet you kinda thing (like maybe she calls him crying or has a nightmare)

A/N: Thank you for requesting! This was such a cute idea and I had fun writing it. Feel free to send in more :)

gif credit to owner

Eleven turns into midnight, then it’s one, and when you look at your phone again it’s four o’clock in the morning. You rub at your tired eyes, wincing at the sting that follows. 

You were exhausted, but sleep wouldn’t come. Tossing and turning all night you finally gave up trying. Insomnia is something you’ve dealt with since you were younger. Some nights were easier than others. Not tonight. So here you were, sitting on your bed, knees pulled up to your chest, in the dark. Just three more hours and it’ll be time for school, you think with a sigh. Alex is the only one that knows how bad it gets and he’s told you to wake him up whenever it happens. But it made you feel bad waking him up, so you didn’t. Why make him suffer, too?

      When you get to school it hits you all at once. A concerned look is on Alex’s face, but he doesn’t say anything. You feel like a zombie as you walk down the hallway to your locker. You ignore the stares you get from your fellow students. You’re sure that you look like a sleep deprived maniac. 

   “There’s my girl,” you hear from behind you. You turn, a smile tugging at your lips. It’s Jeff. “I waited for you in the- hey, whats wrong?”

          Worry fills his voice, his eyes searching over you as if he’ll find something physically wrong. “You’re pale and your eyes are red and puffy. Is everything okay? Have you been crying? Did someone-” you chuckle and cover his mouth with your hand, cutting off his frantic worry. God, he’s so adorable. It was sweet how he got worried about you.

     “I just didn’t get much sleep last night, that’s all,” you tell him removing your hand. “I’m okay.”

“Is it your insomnia?”

      You’re taken back by his question. How did he… “How do you know about that?” You ask, brow raised.

He shrugs. “Alex told me.”

“I’m going to kick his ass,” you mutter with a yawn.

“I want to know these things about you,” Jeff says while taking your hand in his. “You’re my baby girl, and I want to help any way I can.”

You smile and wrap your arms around his neck while on your tiptoes, pulling his lips down to yours.

Later that night it happens again. You lay there this time, staring at the ceiling as frustrated tears poured down your face.

There’s a tapping at your bedroom window, and for a second you think that you might be hearing things from the lack of sleep, but then you hear your name too. Confused, you roll out of bed and quietly make your way over to window. A gasp leaves your lips when you push the curtain aside and look down.

You quickly unlock the window and push it open. “Jeff,” you whisper shout. You don’t want to wake up your dad. “What are you doing here?”

“Can I come up?” He shout whispers back.

       You nod and watch as uses the tree to climb up to your window. You never realized how easy it would be for someone to get to your window with that tree. How convenient. After climbing in he closes the window and locks it. Then turns to you.

“Baby,” he says softly when he sees your tear streaked face. “What’s wrong?”

You sniffle. “I still can’t sleep.”

“Come on,” he takes your hand in his and walks over to your bed. You watch as he kicks off his shoes then pulls his black sweater over his head. Now, you’ve seen him shirtless before but never up close. He’s beautiful, to say the least. Chiseled to perfection. How could somebody be so damn perfect? Then he’s sliding his jeans down, leaving him in a pair of black briefs. He gives you a soft tug, bringing you to his chest. “Let me hold you.”

                  He lays down first, arms open and inviting. You crawl in next to him. Nuzzling his face into your neck he began to pepper light kisses on your neck and shoulder. He moves up and presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss. The kiss doesn’t last long, but your just as breathless. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, lips brushing his as you spoke.

“Anytime you can’t sleep, call me,” he responds softly. “I’ll come hold you.”

You nod and lay your head on his chest. He begins playing with your hair, and soon you feel your eyes getting heavier and heavier by the second.

You end up falling asleep on his chest that night. Never tossing and turning, no waking up in the middle of the night.

      As you fell asleep you told him you loved him. He wasn’t sure he heard you right, it came out so low. But you said it.

       You don’t see Jeff’s reaction because you fall asleep quickly, having a real nights sleep for the first time in days. 

BTS Reaction to you waking them up because of a nightmare


When Jin heard you open the door to his room, he started to panic, but when he heard you sniffling all the panic went away. He rolled over in his bed to see you standing there in your pink cow pajamas, with both of your hands playing with the hem of your shirt. “(Y/N) whats wrong? Are you OK? What do you need?” Jin asked as he sat on the edge of his bed inviting you over to sit. *OMG WAS THIS REALLY HAPPENING!!* Jin thought to himself. As you sat down you leaned onto his shoulder saying “I…I had…a nightmare…it..felt so…real…I….was scared…” You began crying into Jin’s shoulder as his face grew red. “Ca…can I stay here with you tonight?” You asked between sniffles. “Umm…sure if you want (Y/N)” Jin responded. You looked up at Jin to see his cute flushed face. You laid back as he laid next to you. You turned to face him and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you Jin. This really means alot.” You said as you snuggled next to him as he smiled and pulled you closer.


Namjoon was just about to drift off to sleep when you knocked on his door. He got up and opened it to see you in a state of distress. You walked slowly into his arms and his brain began think *IM I IN A DREAM RIGHT NOW!!* He tentatively wrapped his arms around you and asked “Hey, what’s wrong (Y/N) Was is another bug on your ceiling?” He asked stepping back slightly to see your face. You looked up and giggled. “Well, no, but I had a bad dream and I was too scared to go back to sleep in my bed so i came to you. I was hoping that…well…you’d let me stay with you tonight?” You asked shyly while looking back down. “Of course you can (Y/N)!” Namjoon responded as he walked back to his bed and scooting over do there was enough room for you. Once you began walking over to him, he realized what was happening and began to blush as you climbed in bed next to him. “Well…ummm…do you want to read a book..or…magazine?” He asked instantly regretting his choice of words. *GOSH WHY AM I SO AWKWARD* “Can you read a book to me your voice is so soothing?” You asked and Namjoon happily agreed. Soon you were dozing off, when Namjoon’s voice stopped. You opened your eyes to see Namjoon had fallen asleep. He looked so peaceful and cute. You kissed his cheek and fell asleep soon after.


This boy was so confused when you walked into his open door and knocked over a rather loud trash can that he didn’t even realize it was you. You walked closer to his bed and shook him slightly. He sat up and saw that it was you. “Ahhh (Y/N) whats going on…uhh.. are you OK?” Yoongi asked in a groggy voice and you sat down on the edge of his bed. “I had I terrible dream Yoongs…ummm…can I stay here tonight?” You asked as Yoongi sat up to look at you. He pinched himself to see if this was a dream. His crush, was in his room, asking to stay for the night. “Yoongi, are you OK. It’s fine if you don’t want me to. I was just wondering…” You said sadly getting up from his bed. He grabbed your wrist. “No. It’s fine. You can stay. Please” Yoongi said scooting over so that you could lay down. You got into his bed and pushed your back into his chest. He slowly draped an arm around your waist as you two drifted of to sleep together.


Hoseok was lying up in bed when he heard footsteps coming to his door. He though that Yoongi was sleep walking again but when the footsteps stopped at his door and he heard a knock he became curious. He stood up waering nothing but his sweats and went to the door. When he opened it he was met with you in you pajama shorts and tank top, with a face full of tears. Before he could stop himself he brouhjt you into a hug and kissed the top of your head. This then had Hoseok thinking to himself. *WHY DID I DO THAT! AM I DREAMING! I MUST BE DREAMING! WELL ITS TOO LATE TO TURN BACK NOW!* “It’s OK (Y/N). It’s all OK now. Hobi is here. Are you OK? What happened?” Hoseok said after collecting his thoughts bringing you to sit on his futon bed. “I…I had a bad dream…” You sniffled out. “Well if you want (Y/N) you can stay here…” Hoseok said trailing off. You looked him in the eyes making him blush. “Thank you so much Hobi!” You said kissing his cheek. You then laid down and laid your legs across his lap as he draped an arm over your legs. You two soon fell asleep together.

(You are Yoongi)


Jimin was about to lay down when he looked out of his door to see you running towards him. He barley had enough time to open his arms when you ran into his chest. He noticed that you were crying, so he pulled back and asked what was wrong. “I had the worst dream Jimin! I was so scared!” You said. “Well lets go sit down (Y/N)” Jimin said as he began to blush and panic because you his crush were in his room in the middle of the night. As you two sat down you asked “Jimin is it OK if I sleep here tonight?” Jimin was drawn aback by your request but happily obliged. As you laid down and Jimin went to go lay down on his rooms couch you grabbed his wrist. “Please stay with me. You make me feel safe.” You pleaded with him. “Umm…uhhh…OK (Y/N).” Jimin responded. As he got in bed with you you scooted closer to him. “Thank you Jimin.” You said as you kissed his cheek, sending him blushing like crazy.


Taehyung was staying up late playing video games when his bedroom door burst open and he saw you sating there like you had seen a ghost. “Oh my gosh (Y/N) what’s wrong? What happened?” Taehyung questioned as you came and crawled in bed. *IS..IS… THIS REALLY HAPPENING!* Taehyung thought to himself. “I had a scary dream Tae. I didn’t want to stay in my room by myself,so I came to you. Also…if…its not to much to ask can…uh…I…stay here tonight?” Taehyung heard this and felt like he was on cloud nine. You were going to stay with him for the night. “Of course (Y/N)!” He said as he laid down with you. You two laid facing each other, and Taehyung saw that you were still unsettled from your dream, so he began to make faces at you through the covers. This made you giggle as you brought your self closer to Taehyung and rested your forehead against his and drifted off to sleep.


This little bun would be exhausted from practicing all day, but when you texted him that you were coming to talk he was wide awake. He sat up in his bed thinking of everything that could be coming his way. *WHAT IF SHE YELLS AT ME FOR NOT HELPING MORE WITH CHORES. WHAT IF SHE KNOWS. OHH ILL KILL HOSEOK WHEN I SEE HIM FOR TELLING HER.* Jungkook thought to himself as you walked into his room and sat on the end of his bed. You didn’t seems like your usual cheery self, in fact you didn’t say anything. Jungkook took this as a cue to comfort you by placing his hand on yours and giving a little squeeze. When you  didn’t look up he made a silly face and squeezed again. You looked up this time and giggled at his face as he too began to laugh. “There’s my happy girl.” Jungkook said. “Can I stay here with you tonight Kookie?” You asked looking into his eyes. He began blushing which you thought was the cutest thing ever and agreed. You both laid down and you placed a light kiss on his cheek as he smiled once again and pulled you closer.


Clark Kent - “I just couldn't be alone tonight”

A/N: Just a little something that came to me in the middle of the night whilst half asleep. What could happen when Clark’s significant other finds out he’s Superman.

You’d been dating Clark Kent for about 6 months now after meeting at the Daily Planet where you wrote an entertainment column. Clark loved your writing, but most of all loved the fact that it didn’t take you to any of the dangerous places he and the other journalists would sometimes get sent.

While you’d been taking the relationship slowly, things were starting to feel serious. You’d never spent a night together, but you knew Clark would do anything for you. In fact you’d become the ‘it’ couple at the paper.

The fact that you’d never spent the tonight together made it all the more worrying when Clark appeared on your doorstep at 11 at night, frantically hoping he wasn’t going to wake you.

“Clark?” you asked sleepily, opening your door.

“I’m so sorry, yn, I just couldn’t be alone tonight.”

You stepped aside and let him wander into your apartment. He was so exhausted, not at all how he normally seemed. Around you, he was always upbeat, his whole face radiating life and joy. At work he was serious, yet confident and sure. Now he looked defeated.

“Tea?” you asked heading to the kitchen, not sure what else to do with your boyfriend at this point.

“Yeah, thanks,” he responded, trailing after you and slouching against the worktop.

“Clark, what’s wrong?”

He looked up at you, brows pulled seriously together.

“You ever have a moment, where you’re trying to do the right thing, and so sure you’re doing everything you can to help but the whole world seems to be pushing back? You’re doing everything in your power to be good and righteous and everyone tells you you’re wrong. That you’ll never be good. Like yourself isn’t enough?” he cocked his head to the side, eyes still on you waiting for a response.

“I get the world not seeming to work in your favour, but how could anyone not see the good in you? You’re so sweet and kind.”

Clark opened and closed his mouth, clearly debating with himself what he should tell you, before deciding on, “if I tell you my greatest secret, do you promise you won’t treat me any differently?”

“Clark, you’re scaring me,” you said, ignoring the hissing of the boiled kettle behind you. “Of course I won’t treat you differently, as long as you don’t me.”

He bowed his head and removed his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose before slowly looking back up at you.

“I’m Superman,” he said, not quite making eye contact.

You stepped closer to him. Reaching out a hand you tilted his head up until his eyes met yours. They were tinged with worry and sadness.

“Oh Clark,” you sighed out, before pulling him in to rest his head on your shoulder. “Whatever else you may be, you’re still my boyfriend and a good man. I’ve never once heard of Superman doing anything but the right thing, and saving lives. Anyone who says otherwise is a prejudiced fear monger.”

“You still like me?” he asked moving away slightly.

“Of course I do. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve noticed the similarities between you and Superman before. I mean, you’re my boyfriend, and our paper prints plenty of pictures of the other guy. Part of me didn’t believe you could be, the other part of me knew if it was true you’d tell me in time.”

“But, all this power, you’re not scared?”

“In what world would I ever be scared of you? Just because you’ve now told me, it doesn’t somehow make you a different person. You’re still Clark Kent, and I still love you,” you gently placed your hands either side of his face. “You’d never hurt me,” you whispered, lightly brushing your lips over his.

He lifted his hands to your back, holding you close and briefly deepened the kiss.

“So, do think I could stay the night?” he half smiled, the exhaustion on his face now tinged with relief.

“Of course,” you smiled back, taking his hand and forgetting all about the half made tea.

BTS| Reaction to you Coming Home Late|


On your way up the stairs you see the light of your apartment on, giving you the insight that your boyfriend came home earlier than you. As you opened the door you could hear the sound of Mario Kart being played. Once you closed the door his head turned quickly causing him to slip on a banana peel in the game and groan. “Y/N why are you home so late? Where were you? Who were you with?” And here came the bombardment of questions from Jin. Nothing felt better than having someone worry about you this much. As soon as you told him that everyone was working late his furrowed eyebrows went back to their normal state, “Okay, but next time you come home late you’ll be punished.” With the game still playing you plop yourself right next to Jin get the second player control and proceed to play Mario Kart with him. “Jagiya you have no idea what your getting into.” How cocky of him. “Oppa, you seriously think I would go easy on you just because your worldwide handsome?” You giggle innocently after restarting your game.


You tip toe to your shared bedroom where you see Yoongi still sleeping. You run to the bathroom not bothering to turn on the light, you take off your make up, brush your teeth, and take your hair out of its pin trying to get ready for bed. Not wanting to wake him up you quickly go to your dresser and change into your pajamas and run to bed. Trying to quickly get into bed you trip stubbing your toe on the edge of your bed and end up falling on top of Yoongi. You freeze and hold yourself form moving, you stay laying on top of him,stiffly, for a few seconds,scared that you might have woken him up and causing him to get angry. You feel him snake his arms around your waist trapping you in his warm embrace. “Where do you think you’re going now?”, whispering into your neck. “I waited for you for so long I slept so now you stay here.” Feeling his hot breath on your neck, rising and falling steadily like a soothing beat you feel at peace against him. “Nothing could be better than right here” you reply back into his already sleeping form.


“Y/N where are you?” This phone call was the only way to call Namjoon down before he goes into over protective boyfriend mode. “I’m right around the corner I’ll see you soon” with that you hang up the phone call, not wanting to take up anymore of your phone battery seeing as it’s in the low twenties. Crossing the street as soon as the light turns green you see a tall figure running in your direction. Worried at this time of night you reach in your bag ready to pull out your spray, you start walking towards your home. Once the figure gets closer to you, the streetlight illuminates his features and you recognize the visuals of your boyfriend and calm down, putting your spray back into its compartment. “Joonie, why would you come out at this time.” An annoyed tone prominent in your voice. “I was making sure you got home safe since your coming home late. “It’s really cold out tonight” he says while zipping his sweater all the way up.


Normally working in the studio wasn’t that bad but today you felt exhausted from having to do so much. From working on songs, to getting everyone coffee, to even filling in for missing dancers, your feet felt like they couldn’t handle another step. The only thing that helped make your day a little better was Hoseok. In those little moments that you got to see him with the boys he stole glances your way and made sure to send you flying kisses which absolutely made you giggle. The best part of your day was when you got home after that long and tiring day, seeing your Hobi dancing to a random song on the screen of the TV. He didn’t realize you had came home,seeing as he was to concentrated in his own choreography, until you let your things fall with a thud and you lay down on the couch. He went to the bedroom and came out two minutes later with bottles of lotion and a pillow. Putting the pillow on your neck and massaging your feet without hesitation. “Thank you Hobi”, you said with a sigh. “I know you worked hard today (Y/N), I just want to make you feel better.”


Closing the door shut to your front door you walk to the kitchen wanting a late night snack. There was no time for a lunch break because of how many calls you had coming in. There were always a few days like this a year but this one had been the craziest of all seeing as Christmas was near. You turn on the light above the oven not wanting to bother Jimin in the bedroom since the all the lights were off. Putting on your earphones to listen to some music while cooking, you slightly sway your hips in tune with the beat. You’re almost done with cooking your meals when you feel cold, strong arms wrap around your waist causing you to jump back. “Mmm, jagiya it smells so good.” Nuzzling his head into the curve of your neck, you could feel his eyelashes tickiling you and his eyes drooping from being woken up without warning. You turn around to face him, “I made enough for the both of us.”, you say with a triumphant smile. “There’s something else I want.” and with that he picks you up and takes you to the bedroom.


You find Taehyung in the cutest sleeping position you’ve ever seen, with his legs in the form of a four and his arms hugging your pillow close to his face. Seeing as he shifts in his sleep regularly, you run to your bag getting your phone out and taking close to a million pictures of him. It was dark in your room but you didn’t want to wake him up, you risk taking one picture with flash on. He doesn’t wake up the first time so you try it again, only this time he sits up with brows confused and eyes still closed. You walk to the bed and whisper in his ear, “You looked so cute sleeping I couldn’t help myself” You see his cheeks tinge pink and he hugs you to his chest laying you down with him. “Y/N lets go to sleep I wasn’t comfortable without you here.” That comment surprised you, “Wait, so you just let me take pictures of you.” He laughs into your back,”Jagi, you have no idea how many pictures I have of you.”


The Maknae whose good at everything, was not so good at waiting. You start running towards your house knowing that you were running late. Jungkook will not like that I’m late, you think to yourself. Walking through the house you don’t see Jungkook, you sigh in relief as you think you made it home before he did. “Just why do you think your in the clear?” You hear his voice booming through your bedroom walls. You groan this time knowing that he wasn’t too happy about it. “I’m sorry Kookie, but I got caught up at work and I left my keys in my desk so I had to go back up and get them which delayed me even more, and there was still traffic at this time.” You hear him sigh as he can’t help but not be angry at you once you called him Kookie and explain everything that happened. “Hurry up and get in bed, it must have been a long day. I’ll even play with your hair until you fall asleep” Since he hates playing with your hair because his arm gets tired you jump at the opportunity and jump into bed with him.


Tom Holland Imagine: Jealous

Summary: tom is jealous of how close you are with Josh while you’re on tour with twenty one pilots

A/N: josh and Tyler are literally my loves so if anyone gives me crap about them I will personally come for you. This also fucking sucks so I’m sorry


“Y/N! We’re going bowling! Wanna come with us?” Josh called from the door.

“Yeah! Just let me get my shoes!” I called back.

I grabbed my tennis shoes and then was out the door. Josh, Tyler and Jenna were all waiting for me by the car when I reached them.

“Hey, kiddo. You ready to go?”

I nodded and climbed in next to Josh in the back seat. Josh yawned and laid his head in my lap as Tyler pulled out of the venue. I began to run my fingers through Josh’s bright yellow hair as Tyler told us a story about a past experience he had with bowling that ended with him being tossed out and banned from the bowling place in Columbus. I looked down when I felt Josh laugh and smiled at him.

“So, Y/N. How are things with Tom?” Josh asked once Tyler finished his story.

“Yeah! How is he? He still a knight in shinning armor?” Jenna asked.

I smiled and looked out the window at the mention of Tom’s name.

“He’s great. He’s super busy with Spider-Man and everything though so I haven’t been able to talk to him much.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sure he’ll call the second he has a chance, though.”

I smiled at Jenna before I turned my gaze back towards the buildings we were passing. Tyler and Jenna began to tell more stories as I felt Josh watching me. I knew he wanted to talk about Tom, but I just wasn’t up for it. After a few minutes pass, we finally pull up to the bowling alley. Tyler made us all sit still for a moment while their manager called him about details for tonight. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and pulled it out to see Tom was trying to FaceTime me.

“Hey, Tom!” I said as I answered the call.

“Hey, Y/N. it’s Harrison actually as you can see. Tom’s doing an interview and I was bored and my phone died. So I decided to use his and talk to you.”

“Oh, hey Haz. That’s cool. How’s the press tour going?”

“Good. Tom’s exhausted though. What’re you up to?”

“I’m with Tyler, Josh and Jenna. We’re going bowling. Say hi, Josh!”

I turned the camera to show Josh laying in my lap. Josh made a funny face before we both started laughing.

“Oh, hey Josh. Well, I gotta go, Y/N. Tom’s almost done…”

“Oh. Okay. Bye, Haz.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

I felt my heart drop as the screen went black. I was hoping to at least see Tom’s face or hear his voice.

“Ready to go, Y/N?” Tyler asked.

I nodded and tried to ignore their sympathetic looks as we walked into the building.


By the time we were done bowling, all thoughts of Tom had left my mind. Tyler and Josh tried to keep my laughing at all seconds which ended with us getting kicked out. Not really a surprise though since at one point Josh literally ran down the alley and knocked some other kid’s ball in the gutter.

On the way back to the venue, I posted a picture of me sitting on Josh’s lap and Tyler and Jenna standing behind us making funny faces. I knew the picture would make the fans laugh.

When we arrived back at the venue, I ran to get ready for my set.

Josh and Tyler high fived me as I walked onto the stage.

The crowd went insane as I sang my heart out and Josh drummed in the back. Since my drummer was sick, Josh was filling in for the night. After I finished, Josh came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek. The crowd went insane as we walked off the stage with Josh’s arm around me.

“Alright guys. Good luck! I’m beat so I’m gonna head back to the hotel.”

Tyler and Josh said goodnight to me and then I was on my way to the hotel.

As soon as I closed the door behind me, I felt my phone begin to vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out to see Tom trying to call me. It was probably Harrison again, though.

“Harrison? Is this you again?”

“What the fuck, Y/N!?” I heard Tom’s voice yell.

“Woah, calm down. What’s wrong?”

“Don’t give me that shit! What is going on between you and Josh!?”

“Me and Josh!? What are you talking about!?”

“Harrison told me he was laying in your lap, and then the picture and then him kissing you tonight!? Is there something you would like to tell me!?”

“Tom you need to calm down! There is nothing going on between me and Josh! He is like my brother! And like you would even care! It’s been like 2 weeks since I’ve talked to you!”

I heard Tom sigh on the other side of the phone.

“I know, love. I’m sorry. I’ve just been so busy I barely have time to breathe. And I’ve never stopped thinking about you and I just wanna see you so bad but I knew I couldn’t ask that of you when you’re on your dream tour and then when Harrison told me about Josh laying on your lap and then you posted the picture of you in his lap and then the kiss tonight, I just snapped. I’m so sorry, love.”

“I love Josh, but as a friend. I’m IN love with you, Tom. I haven’t stopped thinking of you either. I miss you so much.”

“Good. Cause I’m standing outside your hotel room.”


“I have tomorrow off. And I just need to be with you. Come let me in, love.”

I hung up the phone and ran over to the door. I opened the door to see my beautiful boyfriend standing on the other side smiling at me. I jumped into his arms and nuzzled my face into his neck. Tom wrapped his arms around my waist before picking my up and carrying me into the hotel room. Tom laid me down on the bed before pressing his lips against mine and sliding his hands up and down my sides. I moaned into kiss and Tom smirked. I knew I was in for one hell of a night.


“Well, this is a surprise.” Jenna said as her and Tyler walked down to breakfast the next morning.

I smiled and laid my head on Tom’s shoulder.

“I have the day off so I decided to visit my beautiful girlfriend.” Tom said as he kissed my forehead.

But the beautiful moment was soon cut short once Josh came into the room.

I rubbed Tom’s shoulder to calm him down as he death glared Josh.

“Tom, please behave.” I whispered into his ear.

“Well, Josh. Seems like your plan worked.” Tyler said to him.

“Wait, hold on, what plan?” I asked.

“Well, Josh noticed how upset you were about Tom being so busy so he decided to MAKE Tom have time for you…” Jenna said as she stirred her coffee.

“What do you mean?”

“He was ummm… kinda going above and beyond to seem flirty with you to piss Tom off…”


“I’m sorry, Y/n! I really am, but you were just so sad and I knew he would call if he thought he was losing you! And it worked didn’t it!?” Josh said.

“I’m gonna kill you, Dun.”

Josh’s eyes went wide as I began to chase him through the hotel.

“That’s my girl.” Tom laughed as he watched me chase Josh up and down the halls.

Surprise (M)

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 4916 words

Plot: It’s Baekhyun’s birthday and he’s in for a surprise.

Happy belated birthday, Byun Baekhyun. ❤️ This guy right here is the love of my life. My ultimate bias and the light of everyone’s life. I hope he stays happy and healthy forever. He deserves all the happiness because he blesses my life and many others with it everyday. Thanks for everything, Baekhyun. ❤️❤️❤️

It was the day before Baekhyun’s birthday. The boys were on their way back to their hotel in Macau for a show which they had just completed and a festival which they would be performing at the following day. The day of Baekhyun’s birthday.

Baekhyun engaged in conversation with Junmyeon, Xiumin and Yixing as the four of them sat together in the small van. The other five members were in a different van because there was no way all nine of them could fit into the vehicle. The driver hummed to himself, not at all paying any mind to the chatter resonating across the car.

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For Me, That's Enough (Ben Platt X Reader)

WC: 2197 

 Warnings: Literally just fluff. It’s so sweet, it’s like cavity inducing. 

 Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb @ahhhhamilton 

 Summary: Ben and Y/N have been dating since junior year of high school. When Y/N goes on for Zoe for the first time, Ben has a surprise for her.

 A/N: This was requested, so I hope you enjoy! 

We’re graduating in less than a month. That’s terrifying.” I said, resting my head in Ben’s lap. He chuckled, running his fingers through my hair.

“I know. It’s scary to think that we’ll have to be fully fledged members of society. I can’t operate the washing machine, let alone pay taxes and rent.” Ben said, and I let out a giggle.

“You’re hopeless, Benjamin.” I said affectionately, watching a smile stretch across his face.

“You cane talk, Y/N. I watched you try to make a grilled cheese sandwich, and, subsequently, set a minor fire. How?” Ben said incredulously, fiddling aimlessly with my hair.

“With limited skill, comes a great ability to screw up. Anyway, at least you can cook. I won’t be totally broke and borderline obese with you around.” I said, gently poking his cheek.

His face flushed a pinkish colour, and he smiled shyly at me. “Are you… are you suggesting the two of us move in together? After graduation?” Ben asked softly, shock evident in his voice.

“Uh huh. We’ve been dating for like two years. Some people get engaged at this point in the relationship.” I said, and Ben’s blush darkened.

“Engaged? Oh god, I’m only 17, and I’m surviving off of a McDonald’s wage. I can’t afford a ring, Christ.” Ben rambled, waving his hands about wildly.

I took my head out of Ben’s lap and straightened up, gently taking a hold of his wild hands.

“Chill, babe. I was just saying that moving in together is definitely not moving too fast.” I said, rubbing circles onto his hands with my thumbs.

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Sleeping Sherly

Request~ Sherlock talking in his sleep while the reader and John are sitting in the room (Sherlock x reader). Headcanon 

To the anon that requested this: I really enjoyed writing this! I’m not sure this is entirely what you wanted, but I hope you like it! 

Originally posted by inikoline

  • Sherlock almost never slept, so when he did manage doze off you and John did everything you could to avoid waking him. 
  • Which included, but was not limited to, simply leaving the flat whenever possible, telling Mrs. Hudson that you all didn’t need anything and asking her to stay quiet nearby, and communicating strictly through notes tossed at one another. 
  • After a particularly difficult and exhausting case, all three of you crashed -  you had made it back to your flat 221C, and John had made it back to his bedroom, but Sherlock had passed out in his chair. Thankfully, he had managed to change into his pajamas though. 
  • So when you stepped into 221B in the morning, hoping to steal some coffee from the boys, you weren’t surprised to see Sherlock still sleeping. You still felt tired yourself, but your body had refused to let you sleep all day. You’d definitely be going to bed early tonight though. 
  • You found John in the kitchen, already preparing coffee, two mugs on the counter. He offered you a knowing smile, handing you a mug once they were poured. 
  • The two of you went about your day silently - John typing up his blog article for the most recent case, and you researching possible new cases for when Sherlock woke up and was bored again. The two of you tossing paper balls of notes back and forth when you were bored of staring at your screens. 
  • It was around noon that the silence was broken with a voice, albeit a mumbling and gravelly voice speaking words that neither of you could make out. You and John both looked over at the consulting detective curiously, ready to say hello, but you soon realized that he was still asleep. 
  • Sherlock very rarely talked in his sleep, but it did happen on occasion. Usually when he had a lot of things on his mind. Like when the whole Moriarty business was still going on, you often caught him grumbling about the consulting criminal. 
    • “Moriarty… Cabby… Molly, gay… Attractive… James Moriarty… Crown.” 
  • Or when he came back from the dead and Mary was suddenly in the picture. 
    • “Mary… Cat… Only child… Appendix… Engaged, John…. Liar.” 
  • Or when it was just a few days from the wedding, and he was slightly stressed about his best man speech. 
    • “John… Wedding… Mary… Baby… No. John… Doc-… Soldier… Brave… Cabby case. Bullet… Soon Husband… Best mate.”
  • But you were surprised he was mumbling now. You’d just finished a case, surely he wasn’t thinking of more work yet… Who were you kidding, it was Sherlock. 
  • John tossed a fresh note to you, hitting you in the temple. You glared playfully at him as he tried not to laugh. You opened the paper as quietly as you could. Listen to him. I don’t think this is work-related. 
  • You raised an eyebrow curiously, leaning forward on the couch to better hear. 
  • At first you still couldn’t make out any words, just soft whimpers. Your eyebrows furrowed. Was this a nightmare? 
  • “No, don’t… Don’t hurt her… I’m the one- the one you want… Don’t… Y/N! No!… Y/N…” 
  • You and John both raised your eyebrows, staring at each other with concern and shock. 
  • John motioned for you to go to Sherlock, quietly walking out of the flat and down to Mrs. Hudson. You knew John wanted you talk to Sherlock. John knew of your feelings for the consulting detective. He was hoping that maybe, finally, something would happen between you two. 
  • You moved from your spot on the couch after John left, stopping beside Sherlock’s armchair and falling to your knees. You gently ran a hand threw Sherlock’s curls, noting how they were starting to stick to his forehead as beads of sweat started to form and a look of clear distress broke out on the man’s face. 
  • Your other hand gripped his arm tightly, giving it a shake. 
  • “Sherlock, wake up. Sherlock! Sherlock, it’s me. Sherl… Sherlock, please wake up. Sherl!” 
  • After a few attempts, the detective finally woke, eyes wild and breathing labored. It took him a few moments to process that it had all been a dream. Just a dream. You were safe. You were right beside him, looking worried, but you were safe. 
  • After a few shaky breathes, he finally relaxed, falling back against the chair and gripping your hand tightly in his. 
  • You offered him a small smile, standing to sit on the arm of the chair and resting your intwined hands on your lap. Your other hand still grazing his curls softly. 
  • “Want to talk about it?” 
  • Sherlock shook his head no. 
  • “Sounded like a nightmare.” 
  • “…” 
  • “You said my name… Was I in danger?” 
  • He did squeeze your hand tighter. 
  • “Sherl… I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”
  • “…” 
  • “And if, God forbid, something ever happened to me, I’d be safe. Believe me.” 
  • Sherlock finally looked up at you, furrowing his brows and opening his mouth to question you. 
  • But you cut him off. 
  • “I’d be safe because I have you. And John. I’d be safe because I’m a smart woman. John’s taught me how to defend myself. You’ve taught me how to outsmart everyone around me. And… And I know you’d do everything in your power to come save. I fully believe that you would find me before anything terrible happened. I believe in you, Sherlock.” 
  • Sherlock didn’t know what to say to any of that. The idea of you being taken, the idea of anything bad happening to you, made him feel sick to his stomach. It made his heart race. It made his thoughts blur. He never wanted to lose you. And his mind (well at least his limbic system) was yelling the obvious at him, trying to tell him why he felt all these things. Trying to get him to act. 
  • For once he listened and acted instead of talked. 
  • His hand released the death grip he had on yours, wrapped gently around the back of your neck and pulled you down to him. His lips ghosting over yours for a brief second, a moment of uncertainty, before closing the distance. 
  • He was trying to show you everything he felt. He wasn’t the best with feelings. He didn’t know how to communicate what he felt for you. He didn’t know how to verbalize it. So he went strictly on instinct, kissing you with everything he had. 
  • You completely melted into his, sliding from the arm of the chair to his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, one hand still in his black curls. You’d waited so long for this. You never knew he felt this way about you. But you were so incredibly glad he returned your feelings. 
  • Eventually you two broke apart, panting slightly to catch your breath, your foreheads resting against each other. 
  • “I will always find you, Y/N. I- I love you.” 
  • “I love you too, Sherlock. I’m not going anywhere.” 

halesstiles  asked:

16 for the prompts, please? I love your writing!

16. “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

Derek didn’t hate being a bartender, he made good tips, the hours were flexible so he had time to rehearse with his band, and he was pretty good at it. What he did hate, was getting hit on by drunk people all night, and the drunker they got, the bolder they got. 

Tonight was no exception. It was Saturday which meant the bar was packed and Derek was busy enough that he could ignore the tall blonde guy that had been leering at him since he walked in with his friends a few hours prior. 

Around 1:30 the bar started to clear out, which made Derek breathe a sigh of relief, he was exhausted and they had been so busy that neither he, nor Erica could slip out from behind the bar to do any of the restocking that they needed to before they could leave tonight. 

Derek slipped out from behind the bar and made his way through the thinned out crowd to the back room where the beer cooler was. 

He changed three of the tapped kegs, grabbed a box and filled it with the liquors they needed, and then grabbed a case of beer before he slipped out the door and started back toward the bar. 

He had barely made it three feet before the blonde guy was approaching him. He walked faster, darting out of the man’s pack and got behind the bar before the guy could talk to him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t stand there and talk while Derek tried to do his job.

“You’re too sexy to be a bartender,” The guy slurred out, leaning hard on the bar in a way that told Derek he had been over served. He shot Erica a look and she just shrugged and went back to wiping down the counter. 

“I think you could use some water,” Derek said instead of acknowledging the comment. He found the best way to deal with unwanted advances was to ignore them. 

“You’re a tall drink of,” the guy hiccuped, “Water.”

Derek set a plastic cup in front of the man and found his hand being grabbed, “Please let go.”

“I’ll never let go,” The guy said and then he giggled. Derek tugged his hand away and the guy said, “Don’t be like that baby, let me take you home.”

“No,” Derek said, voice firm. He was saved from any more comments by one of his regulars, Stiles, stepping up to the bar and leaning over so he and Derek could half hug. Stiles hadn’t been around much this week and Derek had missed him, “The usual?”

The guy looked between Stiles and Derek for a moment before muttering, “Has a fucking boyfriend,” and walking away. 

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to,” Stiles said with a grin that made Derek’s stomach flip. 

“Nah, he’s just a drunk ass, I deal with them all the time,” Derek said with a smile. “You’re in here late.”

“I just got back from a business trip out west,” Stiles said, “And I couldn’t miss seeing your sunshiny face, not after not seeing you at all this week.”

“We’ve texted,” Derek said, “And Snapchatted.”

“It’s not as good as the real thing,” Stiles said with a wink. 

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were hitting on me,” Derek said, the smile still on his face. 

“If I was?”

“I’d be okay with it.”

“Then I am,” Stiles said, “Brunch tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Derek said, he could feel his ears burning and was grateful that it was dark in the bar. “I’ll text you my address, you can pick me up.”

“See you then,” Stiles said, leaning over the bar and kissing Derek on the cheek before he turned and left. The blonde guy glared at him as he walked away, but Derek barely saw him, he was too transfixed by Stiles.

Drabble Challenge: 1-150

Dragon Tales

Originally posted by tahyns

Yoongi (BTS), for anon

Type: Fluff, Harry Potter!AU (Ravenclaw!Reader)

Words: 3156

Summary: It’s the year of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and as a Care for Magical Creatures student, you just have to sneak out to see the dragons.

A/N: FUCK I got so into this omfg. It was only supposed to be 1000 words and we all see how that ended up^. Also credit goes to @asheathes for the name of Yoongi’s institute. Her Wizarding Schools Around the World series is flawless!

You huffed and scurried along the corridor towards the Great Hall, your breathing ragged. If you didn’t hurry, you were going to completely miss dinner, and tonight was the night that the other schools arrived: an arrival which you were dying to see. But of course, the staircases had to change right as you were coming down from the Ravenclaw tower, leaving you to the discretion of the portraits to try and find a new path down to the first floor. It had taken you nearly forty-five minutes.

When you arrived at the Great Hall, the feast was in full swing. Sighing with relief at the fact that Durmstrang and Beauxbatons hadn’t yet made their entrance, you carefully picked your way over to the Ravenclaw table.

“Y/N!” You heard a friendly voice call, and poked your head up. Your mouth was full of mashed potatoes - you’d been starving before you’d even left the Ravenclaw common room, and the trek down the stairs didn’t help your growling stomach – so all you could do was wave enthusiastically.

Coming towards you were your two best friends, both sporting their matching, brilliant red and gold ties. Try as you might, you couldn’t help feel a little bit of jealousy still, after all this time, that the two had both been placed into Gryffindor together. They were absolutely joined at the hip, both tall and incredibly beautiful. Walking towards you, they looked like models.

Which was why, the average, bookish Ravenclaw that you were, you couldn’t help but feel like the weird, third wheel of a friend. The three of you had shared a compartment on the Hogwarts Express your very first night, and even though you’d been separated by the sorting house, MaKenna and Maggie had stuck by you, and broken the rules countless times by coming and eating dinner with you at the Ravenclaw table.

“Hi, guys,” you said, after you’d gulped down the mouthful of potatoes. You’d put a bit too much in your mouth, and it felt like a stone in your stomach as it settled.

“What took you so long to come to dinner?” Maggie asked, grabbing a piece of bread and coating it with a small layer of butter. MaKenna sipped her pumpkin juice, waiting on your answer.

“The stairs changed,” you groaned. Noticing that the third and fourth members of your party weren’t around, you changed the topic. “Where’s Jungkook and Taehyung?”

“They had a late practice. Something about the Durmstrang team trying to play them while they’re here, so their practices have been even later,” MaKenna answered matter-of-factly. Jungkook and Taehyung, the legendary Gryffindor beaters, had been dating MaKenna and Maggie since their third years. It amazed you, how two pairs of best friends could start dating each other so coincidentally. But it had seemed like the two boys had fallen for your friends instantaneously, and there was no going back.

“I heard that Hufflepuff has been asking around about you. What’s his name? Jin…?” Maggie started, a smirk playing on her lips. Ever since the two of them had started dating someone, they’d endlessly been trying to set you up with someone. Honestly, you were perfectly happy being single and fifth-wheeling, something MaKenna and Maggie just couldn’t seem to grasp.

“His name is Jimin. And I tutored him in Potions once. There’s no reason for him to be asking about me,” you groaned. “I’ve just decided to be single for the rest-“

“Hi, love,” Maggie squealed suddenly, an arm coming around her waist. Taehyung pecked a sloppy kiss on her check, breaking off your sentence. And you’d never get to finish it, because just as Jungkook was sliding onto the bench on the other side of MaKenna, the candles suddenly dimmed, and a faint rhythmic thumping could be heard from outside the doors of the Great Hall.

“It’s Durmstrang,” Maggie whispered, as the Great Hall had suddenly become eerily quiet. With that, the doors burst open, and in walked a flood of boys in thick, heavy fur coats. Leading their way, a great staff thumping the floor, was their headmaster.

“Look! It’s Kai and Sehun!” Taehyung squealed, almost at a higher pitch than Maggie. He was gesturing to two boys, one wearing a think white coat, the other in black towards the head of the Durmstrang crowd.

“They’re Durmstrang’s beaters. People have compared them to the Weasley twins,” Jungkook hissed, both awe and a tinge of jealousy in his tone.

“And there’s Kris Wu!” MaKenna gasped, a hand going over her lips. You watched the boy she’d just pointed to, who you’d heard around the grapevine was the chosen Durmstrang contestant for the Tournament. He was lethal looking enough, with his shaved head and thick tribal tattoos wrapping around the base of his skull, along his neck, and disappearing under his coat’s neckline.

Beaxbatons came in shortly after, and more fawning was done around the tables as the girls produced a much more dainty and elegant entrance than that of the Durmstrang boys. Just as suddenly as they’d entered, the feast was over, and everyone was retiring to their common rooms. The next few weeks would be insane, you knew: morning classes and evening festivities for everyone. The professors were going light on everyone, but you still knew there would be work, and plenty of it, for you to do.

Once the staircase leading towards the Gryffindor common room came into view, Maggie took off with a loud cackle, Taehyung laughing and sprinting off after her in an extremely loud game of tag. Jungkook and MaKenna both waved to you, following their friends up to their rooms, hand in hand.

And then, you were alone. You suddenly realized how full and exhausted you felt, and the trek back up the stairs suddenly seemed very looming and tiring. You finally made it to the Ravenclaw tower, barely solving the riddle to let you into the common room. It was a particularly hard one tonight, probably due to the fact that there were so many new people wandering the halls.

The common room was insanely crowded, forcing you to push your way past the intense amount of students milling around. They were all trying to have a go at Namjoon, the Ravenclaw prefect and also the number one contestant to represent Hogwarts in the Tournament. He was perched in a fluffy arm chair by the fire, his best friend Jin to his right. A group of second year girls were fluffing their hair in the hopes of talking to him.

And then someone asked Namjoon about the dragons. You immediately froze, your ears perking up. You’d decided to major in Care for Magical Creatures last year, and even though you knew that there would be dragons at the tournament, you hadn’t given them another thought, until now.

“They’ve just arrived! I saw the fire balls as I was walking back from the Great Hall!” Someone shouted, and suddenly you had decided you weren’t as tired as you originally thought.

You slowly turned around, pushing your way back through the crowd and towards the back of the portrait leading towards the, now deserted, staircases.
You weren’t exactly sure what you were doing, not until you had found your way out of the castle and into the courtyard. You could smell the flames in the air; dragons, you’d read, always brought with them the smell of heat and ash.

Luckily, a fireball was thrown into the air towards your right, giving you a general direction to walk in.

You knew this was against the rules, you knew that you could potentially be kicked out for sneaking a peak at the dragons, especially since you and Namjoon the potential Hogwarts star were in the same house, and you could always take back your information to him. You’d always been a rule follower, a meek student who paid attention in class and turned her homework in on time. Yet, these were dragons. Who knew if, even in your studies of magical creatures, you’d ever get the opportunity to see another one; dragons and their keepers were incredibly recluse, and thousands of witches and wizards went their whole life without seeing a single one. There were even petitions to remove the dragons from the Tri-Wizard Tournament, but traditions kept them apart of the main event, and kept the beasts and their handlers coming down from the mountains to participate.

You heard quite a bit of shouting when you arrived at the campsite. Tents for the trainers were set up far enough away from the dragon’s cages, and inside the iron bars were the incredible beasts, spitting flames every now and then. Occasionally, someone would shout in panic and the handlers would rush over to the cages, putting out fires and feeding the dragons to try and keep them calm. You could see now why they’d want to take the dragons out of the tournament: caging them and flying them over here must be extremely hard on both the dragons and their keepers.

Sitting off to the side, away from the other cages, was a lone cage. The darkness shaded the large figure inside, but you could tell something was moving in it. Keeping a watch out for the trainers, you sneaked your way towards it, coming to a stop a few feet away, where you could completely make out the form inside.

The dragon inside was smaller than the others, turning around quickly over and over. It prowled along the bars of the cage, it’s copper colored scales brushing the iron bars. Its folded wings were a deep red, and adorning its head were short, black horns. You peered at it curiously, and then it turned its black eyes to you, meeting your gaze straight on.

You gasped and took half a step back, not expecting the dragon to be so humanly conscious. You could see a bout of emotions swirling in its all knowing eyes. No class you took in Care for Magical Creatures had ever prepared you for this moment, when you’d look a dragon in the eyes, and he’d look back.
“That’s a Peruvian Vipertooth,” a voice said from behind you. You almost shrieked, clamping your hands over your mouth just in time. “He’s the most venomous dragon in the world; that’s why we keep him away from the others. Just in case.”

You turned around, gazing at the trainer who had come up behind you. He was pale, his skin glowing in the moonlight. His deep ebony hair took on something of a blueish tint, and when he moved his head, you realized it was dyed a deep, midnight blue. But his eyes: even in the darkness you could see their blaze, just like the dragons. Maybe that was something that came with working with them: a knowing, passionate gaze in your eyes.

“You know you’re not supposed to be out here, right?” he asked, rubbing his hands together. They were filthy, covered completely by ash and soot; some was even smearing along his cheeks and forehead.

“I…I’m sorr… I just…” you stuttered, not able to get a single word out. He smirked devilishly, coming a few steps closer.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you snuck off here to see the dragons. They say that the contestants do it every tournament, although I didn’t expect the contestant for Hogwarts to be a tiny little Ravenclaw.”

“I’m not the contestant,” you snapped, snatching away your tie as he twirled the silver and blue material around in his fingers. “I’m pursuing a career in Care for Magical Creatures after my seventh year, and I was… I was just curious.”

“Pursuing a career, huh?” He chuckled, copying your tone. You realized just how pretentious you sounded, and your shoulders slumped ever so slightly. “You should run along, before I report you and have you kicked out for cheating.”

“Wait! I’m not cheating, I was just.. just curious. I’ve never seen a dragon before, you know? I’ve always been fascinated with them, and you guys, I just… please don’t turn me in?” You were groveling. Finally, the trainer in front of you smiled, and you realized for the first time how young he was. He couldn’t have been more than a year or two out school; barely older than yourself.

“What’s your name?” he asked gruffly.

“Y/N.” You almost stuttered over your own name, but tried to keep your cool. Getting kicked out of Hogwarts was probably the worst thing that could ever happen to you; you needed this guy to be on your side.

“Hmmm… well Y/N, maybe I could show you a few of the dragons, for a price.”

“What do you want?” you asked, your tone brightening. It looked as though you would be getting somewhere with him.

“What do you have to offer?” he asked, dark eyebrow raised. Your heart sank. He probably just wanted to sleep with you, and you couldn’t do that. Not even staying in Hogwarts was worth sleeping with this random stranger, no matter how beautiful he actually was, so he wouldn’t turn you in. You fumbled around in your pockets, coming up empty handed. Finally, you snatched the small silver band you wore on your index finger, the Ravenclaw raven engraved it, off and held it out.

“Here, this is all I have,” you stated, your palm flat and trembling. The trainer took the ring and examined it. Suddenly, he brought a piece of twine out of his pocket, cut it with a knife, and threading it through the ring before slipping it over is neck. The ring disappeared below his neckline.

“I guess the rumors about dragon trainers are true; we like shining things as much as the dragons,” he chuckled, and then turned a began to walk away. When he saw that you weren’t following him, he turned and narrowed his eyes. “Aren’t you coming?”

“Wait!” You snapped, catching up to him easily. “What’s your name?”

He chuckled again, and you realized how much more acttrative his smile made him; it was almost innocent. “I’m Yoongi. Now hurry up, or I’m going to turn you in just because you’re slow.”

You struggled to keep up with Yoongi’s fast pace; he was quite a bit taller than you, and his strides matched about two of yours. Finally, however, he came to a halt in front of a cage, a gleaming dragon curled up inside. Yoongi faced you, blocking your view of the cage. “This is the only one I’m showing you, and then you have to go back in to bed.”

You nodded eagerly. Yoongi chuckled at you, and then moved aside, letting you take in the beautiful dragon fully. The scales covering its body were the color of pearls, iridescent and creamy. When it cracked open one eye upon your gasp of awe, you noticed the pupil-less eye was multicolored, like a stain glass window.

“She’s an Antipodean Opaleye. She’s mine, or at least, she’s the dragon I train the most. I’ve got another, too – a Chinese Fireball – but I opted to not bring him. Boseog though, she’s a gentle giant.” He gestured towards his dragon, a loving smiling dancing on his lips. A few moment ago, it would have been hard to imagine the stony faced trainer smiling at something so lovingly, and yet here it was before your eyes.

“Her name is Boseog? What does that mean?” you asked, turning your attention back to the sleeping giant. Her scaled glittered in the moonlight.

“It’s Korean for jewel. I’m from Korea, I went to the South Korean Institute for the Art of Spellcraft. It’s not as esteemed as going to Hogwarts, though.”

“I’ve heard of that! You guys are one of the most technologically advanced wizarding schools in the world,” you said in awe. “What made you decide to train dragons?”

Yoongi chuckled at your reaction, but answered your question anyway. “We had a rogue dragon fly through from the Himalayas, searching for new territory. Poor thing was so far from home, and so lost. He dececrated a whole village. I was a first year back then, but the minute I saw him fly over me, I knew I’d never want to work with anything except dragons. So, after school, I went to Romania and trained under this old geezer, Charlie Weasley. He’s one of the best dragon trainers of all time, and he taught me everything I needed to know. And here I am. Boseog was the first dragon I ever trained.”

“She’s beautiful, Yoongi,” you whispered, your eyes never leaving the beast. A new sense of inspiration for magical creatures sparked inside of you; you never wanted to leave this lot and the dragons.

“Yeah, she is.” You turned your head, but Yoongi was already gaze at you. A flush went through his cheeks, and he quickly brushed his hands down his face, wiping more black soot along the way. “You should get back to your common room.”

“Oh… right,” you said, realizing it was much later than you’d planned to stay out. You had an early class tomorrow, and some unfinished homework. “Thank you, for everything. This was all really kind.”

“Hey, it’s not every day you get to show someone your dragon,” he smirked, and you laughed at his innuendo. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Yoongi,” you replied, turning to go. After a few paces, Yoongi called out to you.

“Maybe you’ll make it to Romania one of these days, and get your ring back.”

Suddenly, something in you snapped. You thought of Maggie and Taehyung, running up the stairs in a mad chase for each other. You thought about the way Jungkook always threading his fingers through MaKenna’s, just so. And you thought about how MaKenna and Maggie were always telling you to take a chance, make the first move. Branch out a little more, Y/N.

You turned sharply and sprinted back to Yoongi, throwing your arms around him. You smashed your lips to his, feeling him tense under you. Suddenly, after a moment, he relaxed into your kiss, pulling you close to him.

So there you were, under the stars, beside a dragon’s cage, kissing a complete stranger. He could have a wife and kids back in Romania; he could have murdered someone a week ago. But you were taking a chance, no matter how much soot and ash was staining your cheeks and clothes.

“Maybe I will,” you gasped after you pulled away, matching his smile with your own. You kissed him once more, feeling the subtle curve of his chap lips deliciously pressing to yours, before you turned away and made your way back to the castle.

Your uniform was filthy, but your lips tinged from Yoongi’s kisses. You ran your fingers along with slowly as you walked and grinning; he’d left your mouth tasting of fire and freedom.

> Part 2 <

You Before Me - Tom Holland Drabble

Prompt: The reader has always put Tom first.

Warnings: Sad, angst

Word Count: 449

Pairing: Tom Holland x Gender Neutral! Reader

A/N: I hope this is okay :)


“What do you mean you can’t do this anymore.” You shed a tear as Tom averted his gaze from yours.

“This isn’t how I wanted my life to be Y/n.” He muttered.

“I can’t hold you back from living your life because of my condition.” He glanced down at his wheelchair.

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A/N: okay so I deleted the first psycho!luke because I didnt care for the story line so I made a new one. It’s kinda like Ceo!luke gone wrong. 


You felt exhausted staying in this building all night finishing work that’s been put off for weeks. It was only you and your boss in the office tonight, besides the janitors and security. 

Skimming over the last of the document, you signed your initials on the bottom page bottom page placing it with the rest of the papers you’ve been signing for the past two hours. 

You walk over with the stack over the Mr. Hemmings office which was a couple doors down. You press your back against the glass pane doors stepping into his office. Mr. Hemmings was slouched in his lounge chair with heavy eyes, relaxed hair, and his black tie undone. 

“I’m done with this, you just have to approve.” setting the documents next to his computer. Mr Hemmings nods, leaning forward as he flips through the papers sighing at the amount of effort. 

You awkwardly stood watching him stand from his chair overlooking the grand view of the East side of L.A. from the top floor.  He shoves his hands into his pockets walking towards you, passing by you to leave. 

“I’ll see you Wednesday y/n.” running his fingers through the ends of your hair down to your lower back, nearly going down further but stopped. 

What you and Hemmings have is just mutual business partners. You barely knew him, he was a good boss. He kept everything strictly about business with you, but you knew it wasnt the case. Hemmings would go out of his way to be with you as much as possible.

“Goodnight Luke.” you whisper, walking opposite directions to your office. You organized a bit before leaving for the night. Bent over from under the desk you grab your purse, bumping back into Luke as you stood up he held your from behind making you nearly scream. 

“Sorry to scared you.” he snickers.

“I-didnt know you were here.” you stutter embarrassingly. “Is there something you need sir?” 

Luke hums resting his head on your shoulder, pepper kissing the side of your neck wrapping his arms tighter around your waist. You push away realizing what he was trying to do and how wrong this was to do this. “No-Luke.” 

He nearly moans, “Please, I need you. I always did.” 

You stood for a couple seconds shocked to what he just admitted, “We cant do this, ever.” 

Luke’s face flushed red in anger and embarrassment. “Why? Because it’s ‘unprofessional.’ ”he snaps.

“Because I’m already seeing someone!” 

The room fell quiet, Luke glanced down at the floor hiding his expression. You wanted to say something to him, anything to at least cheer him up.

“See you Wednesday y/n.” he mumbles walking back to his office he shuts the door staring at the amount of paper work that was on his desk.

Something was off about Luke when you came in, he was taking his anger out on everyone. If someone didnt do a simple thing right he would yell at them in front of everyone, threatening to fire them and he watched over everyone making sure they were doing their job. 

The room suddenly fell quiet as soon as Luke stomped in the break room while everyone was there eating lunch, people avoided his gaze in fear of getting yelled at again. He grabs his drink from the fridge glaring at you. “In my office, now.” you look around everyone else seeing if he was talking about you.

“You y/n, in my office.” he points out, coworkers gave a worried look, hoping it wasnt serious.

You follow behind Luke to his office letting you go in first, he slams the door shut causing you to wince and watching him closes the blinds from the glass windows so that no one could see into his space.

“Sir-I-” needing to explain but he interrupts telling you to be quiet. You mumble  ‘sorry’ as Mr. Hemmings walks towards you. His tall figure ghosting over you holding your side.

“Seriously-dont.” you push back, “Why am I here.”

“Because I need you and I wont take no for an answer.” he implies walking away from you to grab something from his desk.

“And you think I’m going to consider saying yes?” you scoff, crossing your arms.

He playfully rolls his eyes thinking of reasons, tapping at his desk. “Well for one, I’m more successful, richer than your boyfriend. Maybe even more handsome.”

“You really think I care about that?” laughing at his cockiness, his face burns red with his fist balled. “My answer is still no.” 

“Okay.” Luke taunted, “Fine. I’ll make you choose.” 

You watch Luke as he walks around his desk, leaning against it, causally fixing his suit. “I’ll give you an option. One, you break up with Logan and come live with me.” 

Your mouth fell open knowing Luke knows his name. “How-” 

“Two.” he interrupts. “ I kill Logan so you have to be with me. Or three, if you still dont want to be with me after I kill him. I will just kill you, or maybe take you in myself.” 

“I doubt you will do something like that.” you nod not believing any of this.

Luke shrugs reaching from behind him, “Have it your way.” placing a small silver handgun next to him. You immediately scream into your hands running for the door but Luke catches you, making you face him. The gun pointing right above your belly button he whispers in your ear, “Oh, and if you decide to tell anyone about this, I will kill you.” 

The gun clicks as his finger barely pulls on the trigger, “You have three days.” 

You begin crying and shaking thinking you were going to die. Luke puts away the gun in his side jean, wiping the tears away, kissing your cheek. 

“You should go back to work. Tell me when you decide.” He lets you out of his office innocently smiling as he holds the door. You hesitantly walk back to your desk, unable to comprehend anything.

A note sits on the computer keyboard. 

Three days

request for part two 


Summary: When you attempt to get Dean to sleep with you, you end up succeeding but not in the way you had imagined. 

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, brief smut but nothing too graphic.  

A/N: So this was inspired by the gif posted by @alliekay727 on her blog. It was going to be more smutty but took a different direction as I began writing. I might write another one soon which uses the gif in a broader sense. For now, the gif illustrates Dean’s expression during the first few lines of the fic. I hope you enjoy! :P 

Dean chuckled, surprised by what you’d just suggested.

You stood there, straight-faced.

“Wait, you’re serious?”, he said as he noticed your expression, his face falling into a nervous frown.

“Yes, I’m completely serious! Come on Dean, I haven’t had sex in six months”, you sighed.

He shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to react.

“You’d really be helping me out”, you said, batting your eyelids.

You thought he’d leap at any opportunity to get laid, his reluctance was a little unsettling.

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Levi wasn’t the most patient man. Even he knew this. So, why on earth did he get a job as a waiter? Oh. That’s right. Eren said it may help with his people skills but, to be honest, it was probably the worst suggestion ever. Levi thought that literally anything was better than this. Screaming kids, fussy, indecisive, troublesome customers and the most horrendous of all, the dirty cooking untensils that would be left in the sink at the end of the night.

It was currently midnight, Levi was meant to finish his shift two hours ago however, the amount of customers said otherwise. They came rushing in like Niagra Falls;quick and neverending. He scrubbed every single inch of the restaurant until it was completely spotless, it smelled like fresh lemon. He washed each and every knife and fork by hand and then put them in the dishwasher to ensure they were 100% clean. He even pushed the boat out and vaccuumed the restaurant, every. Single. Corner.

As tempted as he was to crash out on a table, he couldn’t. He needed to go home to his wonderful boyfriend, Eren. He sloppily grabbed his key to lock up the restaurant even though it didn’t matter to him whether or not it got robbed. What he really cared about was being able to drive without falling asleep. Just as he sat down in his car, his phone buzzed. Oh, a text from Eren. Well…not quite a text. More of a picture. Levi texted back.

“Not tonight, baby. My muscles ache and I’m exhausted”

He put his phone down, fastened his seatbelt and set off for home.

It had been 15 minutes which seemed like an hour and Levi was finally home. All of the lights downstairs were off so it was likely that Eren was upstairs. As Levi made his way upstairs, he could smell something sweet. It almost smelled like a cake batter scented Yankee Candle. The bathroom door was open and Eren had just finished running a bath for Levi, he swished his hand in the water to make sure the temperature was perfect.

“Oh, you’re just in time, sweetheart”
Eren brought Levi a towl that had just came out of the dryer.

“Thank you,Eren.” Levi smiled and kissed Eren on the cheek

The bath was relaxing, not so much for his aching muscles but for his mind. It had been at least 30 minutes. Levi pulled out the plug and dried himself off before he turned into a raisin. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked to the bedroom to get ready for bed.

Eren was sat up, back against the headboard, indulging in a book. Until Levi came in.

“Aw baby… whats the matter?”

“Today was a stressful day at work and my joints are so stiff” he made a throaty groan.

His joints weren’t the only thing that was stiff.

Eren crawled over to Levi and began to rub his shoulders in circular motions.

“So, what else happened at work hmm?” Eren continued to rub Levi’s shoulders. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“God! The rudest couple came in today. No please or thank you. And they had the audacity to ‘oi’ me. AND on top of that-mmm”

“Is everything okay, baby?”

“Yeah…that just feels really good…”

Levi started to relax and with that, his neck loosened up. Eren slowly started to kiss his neck. Sloppy but passionate kisses. His hands moved down to Levi’s torso for a bit more stability and to also get a feel of his boyfriends abs. They were like white chocolate. Wonderful to look at.

Levi’s breathing picked up.

“Lie down.”

Eren gave Levi a light push and with that, his towel conveniently unravelled. Eren removed his long sleeved v-neck and his sweat pants and climbed onto Levi. He resumed to rubbing Levi’s torso and gradually moved down.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make sure you forget you’re in pain.” The couple gave eachother the same lustful look.

Eren gently grabbed onto Levi’s erection. He used his thumb to lightly massage the tip. Levi was becoming impatient. He was still relaxed from the massage so his head rolled back onto the sheets, he couldn’t even open his eyes.

Eren finally stopped teasing Levi. He hoisted himself off of Levis lap and stood at the edge of the bed. He grabbed Levi’s legs and pulled him forward a bit, just for easier access.

He pumped his own erection a few times and then he began to enter. He pushed the tip in just to tease Levi. He decided to wind Levi up just a little more.

“Oops. Silly me, I forgot a condom, excuse me a second.” He smirked.

“Ugh Eren! Please! Just hurry up. I need you right now.”

Eren rolled the condom on. It was the type with the ridges. Just for extra pleasure.

“Goddamnit! How long does it take to put on a- Ufft”

And it starts.

Eren held Levi’s hips as he slowly stroked backwards and forwards.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?”


Levi’s facial muscles began to tense and with that, Eren’s strokes became much faster as he infused all of his energy into it.

Although men weren’t great at multi-tasking, Eren tried. He leaned forward and gave Levi an open mouthed kiss. He was breathing extreamly heavily so he did his best to breath through his nose.

“Oh my God! EREN! Please, don’t stop…” he said between breaths.

“I didn’t plan on doing so” he smirked again.

He loved watching Levi squirm helplessly beneath him, it was like a blessing. He was the one responsible for Levi’s reactions.

“Eren! I’m gonna- I’m gonna-”

Levi’s back started to arch. Squirming uncontrollably.

Another throaty moan.

Inhale. Exhale.

“Did my baby enjoy himself? Did daddy do a good job tonight?”

Levi caught his breath.

“Yeah… daddy did great”

Good Reads

aka my fic recs! Here are some of my all-time favourite stories and authors. Hopefully this’ll help you discover more amazing fics :)

*bolded = super duper extra faves


@jungblue -  Future Hearts and I Hate You, I Love You were the FIRST Bangtan fics I read so these stories hold a special place in my heart. But besides being the firsts, they’re honestly so good. Future Hearts makes me want to scream because it’s the classic situation where the girl can’t forget her first love and she meets a new guy and I can’t decide who I want the girl to end up with. I’m a huge trash for Jungkook but @jungblue has written Jimin’s x Y/N relationship so well that I sometimes find myself wanting Jimin to be the one. IHYILY is the best crush story (’nough said).

Favourites: Painting the Meadow’s Void; Loving Him, Loving Her (my first Tae fic!); Doctor Dreamy (I haven’t come across any fic like this so it’s really nice to see something original); Control

@kimvtae - She’s the BEST when it comes to characterization in my opinion. She really just takes a BTS member’s physical appearance and gives them a whole new personality (oh god I don’t think I explained that properly). 

Favourites: Diamond in the Rough; Fall For You (I’ve legitimately read this 4 times); Drag Me Down (I’m a sucker for mafia aus but she added a nice twist to it by adding in the mafia boss’ daughter, it makes the story so much more intense. She keeps you on the edge of your seat with every chapter and the action scenes are really well written, it’s like you’re watching an action scene); Foul Play

@inktae - QUEEN OF ANGST. QUEEN OF SOULMATE AU’S. Move aside Nicholas Sparks, here comes the new romantic-drama writer. There are 3 things you need to do before reading her stories. First, choose a location where no one will judge you; second, grab a tissue box; and lastly, grab a bucket of ice cream and mentally prepare to drawn yourself in your tears. Y’all think I’m joking but I’m deadass serious. I’m always rendered speechless (and ugly sobbing) after her stories cause she builds them up so well. She’s one of the most talented writers I’ve ever come across and this includes novel writers too. She has a way with her words where she’s able to evoke the emotions inside of you. Another thing about her stories is that although she ends them spectacularly, I’m always left laying in bed for the next few hours replaying the entire story over in my head and wondering about the lives of the characters after the story ended. 

Favourites: First Light (I had no idea what hotarubi no mori e was and well let’s just say I’m never trusting anyone ever again. DO YOU KNOW HOW EMOTIONALLY WRECKED I WAS AT THE END?); Blue Orchids (a classic); The Swirling Ways of Stars; Diaphanous; Written On The Sky; Away From the Sun

More favourites (in no particular order)!

Lust and Errors - @imaginethisbts | Hands down the best smut fic. 

Sillage (dare I say the best soulmate fic?); The Devil Skates on Thin Ice - @deerguk / @gukvory  | Her writing will leave you speechless.

The Adventures of BTS (Barely Trained Superheroes)  - @bang-tan | If you love her fakesubs, you’ll love this story. Filled with humour, fluff, and savageness; this is one hella fun story to read. Action and comedy scenes are written really well and it’s really the perfect mix of The Hunger Games and The Maze Runner. I highly recommend this! 

Hiraeth (needs to be made into a movie tbh); Sweeter Than Sugar; Just For Tonight; Bad Habits; Arranged Love - @jungkxook 

It’s All Fun and Games - @workofteaguk

Deal - @nchu | CEO!aus are right up my alley. 

Aquiver - @floralseokjin

Sin City - @btssmutgalore  

Mystery; Roommate; Lifetimes - @minsvga 

One Dance - @fightmejeonkook

Amaranthine - @jiminables

Orange Tulips; Complete - @kainks  | I cried like a b**** while reading Orange Tulips, and so will you.

Starboy - @sugajpg

Locked in Love; Surprise, Surprise - @jiminniemouse

Proposals - @pjxmin

The Boyfriend Shirt; Bedtime - @triptaech

Laundry Mishaps; Shower Here; Shades; Stormy Weather; Try Hard - @hobibliophile

This is not an exhaustive list by any means. There are so many stories that I have saved that need to be read. I’ll be updating this list in the near future!

Fetish [Pt. 5]

Originally posted by miewmiew

Fetish Part 5

Pt. 1  Pt. 2  Pt. 3  Pt. 4

“No!” you yelled, enraged by his demand. “You’re doing it again. I just told you I was in love with him and you didn’t want to hear it. You’re asking me to do something because that’s what YOU want and what I want is for YOU to leave, Jinyoung”.

Jinyoung looked at you helplessly, perplexed at how his girlfriend could so quickly turn on him. Had he really lost you? He thought what the two of you shared was a forever kind of love.

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Brighter Lights Back Home

Happy EdWin Day everyone!

Word count: 2133

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Ed and Al’s first night back in Resembool after the Promised Day. Edward and Winry have some things to talk about.

Winry laid the old knit quilt at the foot of Alphonse’s bed. “Anything else you need?”

Al shook his head, exhaustion written across his face, tugging heavy eyelids downward even as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Thanks, Winry. I’m sorry I can’t stay up later with you guys. I wanted to be more fun on our first day back.”

“Don’t be sorry. We can talk more tomorrow.” Winry looked over to where Edward was digging through a suitcase.

Ed glanced up at her. “Yep. I’m just gonna help him get ready for bed and then I’ll be up for a little bit still. Now that I’m not sleeping for two,” he added, grinning at his brother. Alphonse chuckled.

Winry leaned down to wrap her arms around Alphonse, still marveling at the newfound warmth. “Sweet dreams.” Releasing him reluctantly, she crossed to the doorway. “I’ll be in my room when you’re done,” she said to Edward.

He nodded. “Sure. I won’t be too long.”

Closing the door behind her, Winry let out a breath that had been sitting heavy in her chest for far too long. They were home.

She considered putting on her pajamas; the house felt still in a way that made her want to crawl into bed, though the sun had barely set. Instead, she sat at her desk, staring at schematics pinned to her wall and rolling a pencil between her fingers.

A soft knock sounded on her door, and she glanced up to see it open just enough to let Edward’s soft voice carry in. “You still up?”

“Of course.” Winry pushed back her chair, turning to face Ed as he sat down on her bed. “I don’t know how I’ll be able to get to sleep tonight.”

Ed huffed a soft laugh. “I know. We’ve been travelling all day, so I should be exhausted, and yet… Ahhhhh.” He leaned back against the wall, legs crossed at the ankles as they stretched out in front of him. “It does feel good to sit down and not be bumping over train tracks though.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet.” Winry dropped the pencil she’d been holding back onto a stack of notes and crossed to her bed. She toed off her shoes and sat down. “Is Al asleep already?”

Edward nodded. “He could barely keep his eyes open long enough to change his clothes. I think he was out before I even left the room.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m surprised he made it as long as he did, to be honest. He slept a little on the train but with such a long day I expected him to have to turn in a lot earlier. He just doesn’t have the stamina right now.”

She sighed, pulling her pillow onto her lap. It was a moment before she spoke again. “He’s so thin.”

Ed smiled, staring out the window into the purpling dusk. “He’s actually gained a lot of weight since that first day, but he’s still not where the doctors said they’d like to see him at. He’s got a list of things he wants to eat now that he’s got his body back, you know.” Ed turned his head to grin at Winry. “It’s a good thing you had that apple pie ready. It was at the top of his list.”

“Oh, I know. He told me earlier. About twelve times.”

“You got the condensed version of it. He wouldn’t shut up about it in the hospital. They had pie one day down in the cafeteria, so I brought him some. He wouldn’t have any of it. He said he was waiting for yours.”

Winry barked out a laugh. “You’ll have to get me the rest of his list. I’ll get up early and go into town to do some shopping tomorrow morning so we can make everything he wants and surprise him.”

“Maybe not all at once. It’s a long list.” Ed laughed. “But yeah, he’d love it if we surprised him.”

“We?” Winry lifted an eyebrow. “You get your arm back and suddenly you can cook?”

“Well, no…" Ed pulled at a loose thread on his cuff. “But I could probably still help.”

“How would you help, exactly?” Winry gave his hand a light smack. “Stop picking at that, you’ll ruin your shirt.”

“I could… stir things. Put them in the oven. Take them out of the oven.”

Winry narrowed her eyes. “We’ll see.”

“That’s probably fair.”

They sat in silence a moment before Winry spoke again. “Hey, Ed?”

Ed groaned and began taking off his sweatshirt. “I suppose.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask!”

“So you don’t want to see my arm?” Ed asked, pausing. Winry glared at him. “Honestly, I’m surprised you held out this long.”

Winry slid her legs to side, shifting so that she was in a better position to examine his shoulder. “I told you earlier that I wanted to look at it later.”

“Yeah, I know.” Ed’s voice was muffled as he pulled his shirt over his head. Although she’d wondered many times since the brothers returned how exactly Edward’s shoulder would look reconstructed, she was still taken aback as he turned to her, his black tee shirt crumpled in his fist.

“It looks like it’s been healing for months already,” she said softly. Her brow was furrowed as she glanced up at him. Her fingers trailed over the new scars, pink and raised, that ran from his collarbone over his shoulder, crossing older, lighter scars from his automail surgery. Her hands stalled near his collarbone, where several small, mostly-healed incisions lay outlined by the tell-tale red pinpricks of recently removed stitches.

“There were some… leftovers. From the automail. When I got my arm back.” Winry lifted her eyes to meet his, but his face was turned the other way. “The doctors at Central removed what they could see.”

“What they could see,” Winry repeated, her hands still motionless.

“They said… They said there was a possibility there might still be remnants left inside the joint. That they didn’t want to risk damaging the joint with exploratory surgery, since they didn’t know what they would find.” Ed glanced at her. “Do you think there’s anything left behind?”

Winry shook her head. “I don’t know. I’ve never had anyone get a limb back after having automail. This is a first for me.” Ed breathed out a small laugh. She stood, stepping so that she could place one hand on Ed’s shoulder blade and the other on the front of his shoulder. “Let me see if I can feel anything. Raise your arm.”

Ed obliged. “I can’t get it all the way up yet. The scars are a little tight.”

“Just as far as you can. And back down.” Winry moved her front hand a few inches out towards his shoulder joint. “Now try crossing it in front of you. Does anything feel out of place, like its clicking or catching?”

“I don’t think so.”

Winry dropped her hand back down by her side. “I don’t feel anything, but keep an eye on it. If there is anything left inside, it might shift as it continues to heal. Did they give you anything for the scars?”

Edward pulled his shirt back over his head, pushing his arms through the sleeves. “Yeah, some ointment stuff. It’s in my bag in the other room. And a bunch of exercises to do. They said I should have my full range of motion back soon, as long as I don’t slack off.”

“That’s good to hear.” Winry sat back on the bed, eyeing Edward cautiously. “Any way you’d let me take a look at your leg?”

Ed leaned back, propping his arms behind his head. “You’re not just going to look at it though. You’ll end up wanting to get going on repairs as soon as you see everything.”

“Everything? How bad is it?”

“Ah, jeez, it’s not!” Seeing Winry’s glowering expression, he crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s not! It’s just… been a while. And a lot of stuff’s happened. Besides, even if everything was fine you know you wouldn’t be able to resist tinkering with it. It can wait until tomorrow.”

“What if I promised just to look?”

He shook his head. “Then you’d be a liar. I know there’s a wrench set in that top desk drawer there,” he said, tilting his chin towards the opposite side of the room. “You wouldn’t even have to… Hold on. I think I hear Al.”

Winry turned at the sound of her bedroom door opening again.

“Oh, sorry, I’ll wait,” Edward began backing out of the room.

“Don’t worry, I’m decent,” she said lightly, closing the wardrobe doors. “Just put on my pajamas, is all.” She gestured to her loose tee shirt and shorts, then pulled the elastic out of her hair and dropped it on the desk.

“I brought us pie,” Edward said, lifting the plate in his hand slightly as he sat on the bed.

“I can’t believe there was any left after you two went after it this evening.” Winry sat next to him, cross-legged. She took the fork Edward held out to her and speared a bite on its tines.

“This may have been the last piece,” he admitted.

“Was Al okay?” Winry asked around a mouthful of pie, smirking.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, I’m a little overprotective.” Ed’s cheeks flushed, but he smiled.

“I think that’s probably understandable. Given the circumstances.”

Ed tapped his fork against the edge of the plate. “He’s too nice to ever call me out on it, but I think he’s getting tired of me checking on him constantly.”

“He just doesn’t want you to worry about him. He hates making people worry.” Winry took another bite, chewing slowly. After a minute, she said, “He really does seem to be doing well, all things considered. You could probably relax a little. He’s not going anywhere.”

Edward nodded, lips tight. “I’m glad we’re back. Central was just… a lot to handle, at the moment, you know? We were in the middle of it all and there were so many loose ends to tie up. There still are, really. It’s nice to have some space to breath, finally. No one barging in to ask questions or have us sign papers. Al needs to be able to relax and get his strength back.”

“You too, you know. You’ve both been running yourselves ragged, don’t think I haven’t noticed.” Winry nudged his leg with her knee. “You can have the last bite,” she said, inclining her head towards the nearly-empty plate.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Edward popped the last bit of crust into his mouth, grinning smugly and dropping his fork on the now-empty plate.

Winry rolled her eyes and began to unfold her legs from beneath her. “I’m going to go put this in the sink.”

“Ow!” Winry awoke to a sharp pain at her scalp and the mattress shifting beneath her. She attempted to sit up, only to be forced to stop short.

“Sorry, sorry,” Edward whispered, pulling his hand back from where he had shifted his weight onto her hair. “Just trying to get up. You have a lot of hair,” he muttered. He cautiously picked his way to the end of the bed where he maneuvered himself over her legs to climb out of the bed.

“You’re one to talk,” Winry mumbled. “What time is it?” The cold, gray light filtering through the curtains signaled an early morning hour.

“No idea. Early.” He bent to pick up his boots from where he’d kicked them off the night before as they lay talking. “I think it was around midnight when I fell asleep.”

Winry propped herself up on her elbows, squinting against her drowsiness. “I didn’t mean to keep you up so late. You could have told me you were getting tired.”

“Nah, I wanted to hear about everything. Sorry I fell asleep on you.”

Winry sagged back against her pillow, closing her eyes. “Let Den out if you’re getting up.”

Winry had just fallen asleep again when she was awoken for the second time that morning by the creaking of floorboards at her doorway. Moments later, she felt the blankets being raised off of her. She pulled back at them without opening her eyes.

“Scoot over, I don’t want to crawl over you again.” Winry blearily opened her eyes to see Ed standing over her.

“What’s wrong with your bed?” she muttered.

“I don’t want to wake up Al. And the couch is too cold. Move over.”

Too tired to argue, she shifted towards the wall to make room for him. “Only because Alphonse needs his rest.”

Baby Tim - Part 1

Part one of my deaged Tim fic. Let me know if you want to see anything specific from this!


Jason had received a distress signal from Batman, who had been fighting against some magical being who was terrorizing the people of Gotham.

“Hood, I need you down at the docks now”

Jason growled, “Though Nightwing and Red Robin were already there”

“They are, but something … happened to Red Robin”

Jason froze and immediately turned to grapple his way across the city. He no longer hated Tim, he had even started to enjoy they third Robins company.

“I’m on my way, B. ETA 5 minutes”

There was no reply, but by the time Jason arrived the fight was over. The man who had been causing all of the problems had been restrained and his magical book, where his power stemmed from, had been taken away.

“You missed all the fun, Littlewing” Dick called

But Jason wasn’t paying attention to Dick, or even to the wizard, his eyes were focused on Bruce, or more accurately the small squirming bundle that he was holding.

“Is that …” Jason whispered

“Yes, this is Red Robin. He was hit with one of the spells from the book”

Tim couldn’t have been more than two, he looked so small, dwarfed by his costume and Bruce’s large size. Suddenly big blue eyes opened and looked right at Jason, “Jay! Jay!” the toddler lunged out of Bruce’s arms and into Jason’s.

“He knows who we are?” Jason looked at Bruce as Tim snuggled into his armored chest, babbling quietly to the older man.

“You are surprisingly good with kids, Jason” Dick said, walking to stand beside him. He tried to take Tim from Jason but as soon as Dick touched him Tim started to cry. Tim gripped Jason’s leather jacket, letting out high pitched wails, “nononononon” he sobbed.

Jason bounced the baby gently in his arms, using one hand to cup the back of Tim’s head and tuck him into Jason’s neck, “Shh, shh, Timmy, it’s okay, you can stay with me if that’s what you want” Jason continues bounce Tim gently as he glared at Dick, “Leave him alone right now Dickie, he might go to you in a bit, but not right now” suddenly Jason smiles, “I guess we know who’s the favorite big brother now huh Bluebird?”

Dick pouts and goes over to where Damian is standing with the unconscious wizard. Dick wraps his arms around Damian and pouts at where his other two brothers are, “Don’t be insulted, Grayson. Drakes tastes have always been subpar”

“Don’t make fun of Tim when he can’t defend himself, Dami”

“We need to go back to the cave, see if we can turn Red Robin back into his adult self”

Jason just snorts, “The kids isn’t even an adult yet, he’s only 17”

Bruce sighs, “Fine then, we will turn him back into his usual teenage self”

Jason glanced down at the toddler, who had fallen asleep against his shoulder. “We can run tests tonight, to make sure that he is healthy, but the cure can wait until tomorrow, the poor kid is exhausted”

At first Bruce was against it, but seeing one of his sons looks so young and innocent made his cave, the baby really did need to sleep.


Once everyone gets back to the cave, Dick and Damian hit the showers and head up to the manor to sleep and Jason carefully puts Tim in a playpen that Alfred had brought down to the cave for when Bruce did the scans. Tim didn’t even stir all through the scans and tests. However as soon as Jason says that he is about to leave, Tim scrambles up in the playpen and starts yelling, “Jay! Jay no go! Jay stay!”

Bruce looked incredulously over at the two year old, “It looks like you are staying the night”

Jason snorts, “No way in hell am I staying here”

Bruce stiffens, “Why not?”

“No way in hell am I sleeping in my armor. I’m going home”

Tim’s screaming just got even louder when Jason begins to make his way over to his bike. Jason pauses, waiting to see if Bruce will go to Tim. Tim continues to cry for another five minutes. As each minute passes Jason grows more tense. Eventually it seems like Tim just gives up and his cries turn into whimpers as he lays back down, “Jay. Jay … help Jay” he whispers.

Jason can’t take it anymore, “God fucking damn it Bruce! Did you not hear him crying?!”

Bruce barely glances up from the computer, “He didn’t need anything, and he was perfectly fine”

“Perfectly fine, right, when I child is screaming it means that they are perfectly fucking fine!!”

Jason scoops Tim up from out of the bed, “I’m here Timmy, I’m here. I think” Jason says glaring at Bruce, “that you should come with me tonight”

Tim sniffles and grips Jason’s jacket, “Go with you, Jay.”

“I’m so sorry that I tries to leave, that I thought Bruce could be trusted to take care of you”

“I do believe, Master Jason, that it would be best for you to take Master Tim with you. I have already packed a spare playpen, toys, blankets, diapers, cloths and a car seat in one of Master Bruce’s cars.”

“You are taking his side on this, Alfred?”

“Indeed I am, Master Bruce, you are unfortunately not qualified to care for someone as young as Master Tim currently is”

“And Jason is?!”

“Jason seems to be more adequate in responding to Master Tim’s needs they you have displayed” Alfred said shortly, “I expect you to bring Master Tim back to the manor this weekend, Master Jason”

“Sure Alfie, I think Timmy and I can do that, huh baby?”

“Yeah, go night-night now Jay” murmured a sleepy Tim

Jason kissed the top of Tim’s head gently. He was surprised at just how fast he had grown attached to this version of his little brother. “Sure, go to sleep Timmy, we are gonna go home now”

Tim nodded and fell back asleep before Jason was even back in the manor. He didn’t stir when he was put in the car, when Jason murmured softly to Alfred about a few childcare questions, or even when Jason took him out of the car seat and brought him up to the apartment. Jason laid Tim down on the bed, building a wall of pillow up so he wouldn’t fall off the bed. Jason went to take a quick shower, not wanting to let Tim out of his sight for very long. Once he was done he laid down beside Tim, on his side, watching the toddler sleep. The soft sounds of Tim sleeping soon lulled Jason into a peaceful slumber.


Being woken up at 8:00 AM by an excited two year old was not how Jason wanted to wake up, especially not that early. Jason had only gotten about 4 hours of sleep before he was woken up

“Jay! Hungry!” Tim yelled, gently smacking Jason’s face with one little hand.

“Alright Timmy, alright. Let’s get you changed and then we can eat breakfast”

Thankfully the day went by quickly, looking after an excited 2 year old was a lot of work but seeing that little grin and hearing those high pitched giggles made it all worth it. However around dinner time Jason realized that he wouldn’t be able to go on patrol while looking after a toddler. Tim couldn’t be left alone for five minutes, much less several hours. What if he woke up in the middle of the night and needed someone.

Jason rested his head on his hand and watched Tim finish eating his spaghetti, “I’m gonna have to find you a sitter, aren’t I Timmy?”

The toddler didn’t answer, too engrossed in his food to pay Jason much attention. Jason pulls out his phone and snaps quick picture, he had been taking pictures of Tim and himself all day, sending them to Alfred. Jason pulls up his search engine and begins to look up overnight childcare services. Surprisingly he finds one not very far from his apartment, it opens at 7:00 PM and keeps kids until 7:00 AM at the latest. That is perfect for what Jason has planned. He will be able to drop Tim off at about 10:00 PM and pick him up at 7:00 AM. Jason would be able to patrol and he would have the opportunity to get a few hours of sleep. Hopefully Tim wouldn’t put up too much of a fuss at being dropped off, hopefully he would sleep almost the whole time. Jason makes up his mind to bring Tim to the daycare tonight, not to leave him, but just so he can meet the childcare personnel, look at their qualifications, do back ground round checks, and see how they interact with the kids.


The first thing that Jason notices about this place is that it is huge. There are several rooms for children of different ages. Separate rooms for kids who wanted to sleep, watch movies, and play. The first person that Jason was introduced to was a woman named Y/N. She was the one who watched over the children who were Tim’s age. She was funny and immediately focused her attention on making Tim feel comfortable, on getting him to play with the toys and the other kids. Once he was distracted she walked up to Jason and stood next to him while he watched Tim play.

“He is a very sweet boy” she murmured

“Yeah he is, he took to you pretty quickly”

Y/N grins, “I have to be really good with kids if I want to be good at my job. I love kids, don’t have any of my own yet, but at least when I do, I will know how to take care of them”

Tim came running over with a Batman toy, running right up to Jason and showing it to him, “Look Jay! Look”

“I see! That’s a very nice toy”

Tim shyly turns to Y/N and holds out the toy. She is quick to kneel down so she is eye level with the toddler, “Do you like Batman, pumpkin?”

Tim nods shyly. She smiles and pulls out a keychain, “My favorite is the Robins”

Tim immediately lights up, babbling about how cool Robin is, and just talking. Suddenly he raises his arms at her, “Up, Y/N, up!”

She smiles softly and leans down scooping up Tim. As Jason watches he can’t help but think how good they look together, how perfectly this stranger would fit into their lives.

As he hears Tim let out a high pitched giggle and hug Y/N Jason makes up his mind. This will definitely be the place where he drops Tim off, and hopefully he will get to know Y/N better. Maybe Jason will be able to build his own family, maybe he will be able to find happiness.


Pairing: Finn Balor x original character

Summary: During my moments of solemn reflection, the pads of my fingers subconsciously brush over the nearly healed scrapes on his forehead and nose.

Tags: @neversatisfiedgirl @motleymoose @kyoukohorimiya @wrestlingnoob @ambrosegirlforever @deseraysmiththings

The quiet noise of the television washes over the bedroom, settling me into a simmering warmth. My bouts of laughter are hard to quiet, but I do the best I can to keep from waking up the sleeping man to my right. I let my eyes drift over to Finn’s soundly sleeping form; his breathing is steady, and his chest rises, then falls in a lulled cadence. An indistinct grin makes its way onto my lips at the sight of him and how soft he looks in the light. I am sleep laden, but still far more wide-awake than usual for this time of night.

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