made this all tonight so exhausted

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 :)

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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

Jin-

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-

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.

Yoongi-

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-

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-

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-

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.

Jungkook-

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.

MASTERLIST

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.

2

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

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“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.

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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.”

“What?”

“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.

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“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…”

“WHAT!?”

“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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mobster! dean au pt2

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   →warnings: graphic violence

   →a/n: this is part 2 to my dean au, for anybody who may have wanted this (lol i doubt anyone cared enough) but enjoy

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Originally posted by iaxifin

you woke up to an unfamiliar light - sunlight.

dean’s body practically engulfed yours, both of your bodies facing in the direction of his window. his shallow breathes warmed your neck and his brawny arms trapped you against him. without waking him, you twisted to get a better view of his sleeping form.

last night, he had looked like a dangerous man, cold and hard - yet still sexy. but in the softness of the sunrise, he looked much more innocent. the side you’d seen to dean 12 hours ago had changed to an entirely softer one. his dark fringe fell over his forehead and eyes, and you went to gently brush it away, but his eyes fluttered open at the touch.

he grunted slightly, but then smiled at you, “morning.”

you placed a kiss on his forehead lightly.

“morning, do you want me to go make us coffee?”

“that,” he stretched out with a  yawn, muscles looking more prominent, “sounds grand.”

—-

“he’s gonna come after us.”

“no he won’t, you got me remember?”

“i’m starting to question if that’s a good thing or not.”

as dark as the situation was, you found yourself smiling at dean’s lightheartedness. no matter how troubled you got by what seemed like the inevitable, he would never let it last.

“i’m glad i make you smile so much,” he took another gulp of his black coffee.

“why?”

he swallowed, “because your smile’s one of the prettiest i’ve seen. and i’ve seen a lot of pretty smiles.”

“oh have you now?”

he chuckled at you. his roommates were all watching tv in the living room next to you, and they snickered at your question.

“oh believe me,” bobby called over, “this boy has not seen much action since i’ve known him.”

you smiled, almost pleased with the answer. dean looked over at you nervously, as if not having lots of experience was shameful. you felt relieved that he hadn’t slept around.

“dean,” you cupped his cheek and settled further into his lap, “i’m gonna be honest, i’m kind of glad your not that kind of guy.”

his body softened now, his grip on your (his) t-shirt less clenched. the two of you had been mindlessly chatting to one another on the sofa for the past hour or so, still exhausted after the previous night. you could get lost in the idle chat, it was so easy, and carefree.

“i gotta work tonight, but your welcome to come to the pit with me. or you could always stay at the apartment with vin, it’s up to you.”

as nice as vin was, he had made a habit of making uncomfortable comments, and truthfully, you wanted to spend time with dean.

“the pit sounds good. what exactly is it?”

“our turf.”

“ah, so is it like a club?”

he glanced over at his roommates, who all exchanged a similar look.

“uh i guess you can call it that.”

the pit was nothing like a club. it was an old warehouse that had been done up into what looked like an underground fight club. it had a bar in the corner and back rooms all around the sides, and in the middle was a big fighting ring.

dean’s arm wrapped comfortably around your waist and the atmosphere made you on-edge enough to curl further into his warm side.

“you okay?” dean’s brow furrowed at your small, intimidated stature.

“i’m just a little overwhelmed,” you said breathily, “i though it was gonna be a club.”

earlier on in the day, dean had taken you out shopping for new clothes and possessions that you had obviously left behind. you weren’t in any position to say no and so with each shop you walked out of you had yet another bag laden on your arm. dean spoilt you with luxurious clothing, he wanted you to be treated right. and you weren’t the kind of girl to refuse such a kind offer.

“it’s kind of a club,” he scratched his head sheepishly, “it’s a fight club. not like the fight club, but a fight club none the less.”

since he’d splashed the cash a little on you, you’d decided to go for a simple, but short black dress with thigh high boots and a big fur coat over the top. if you were out with dom, he’d expect an outfit exactly like this, dressing like this was almost second nature.

but now you saw where you really were, you felt really exposed.

dean could sense your discomfort, “relax, you’re with me. and no ones gonna mess with you if i’m around.”

it wasn’t possessive, it was just protective. you craved it more than any thing.

a tall, extremely muscular guy came up to dean, and have him a firm hand-shake-pat-on-the-back-hug that mobsters would do with one another.

“dean, it’s nice to see you again. you in the ring tonight?”

you were surprised, “you fight?”

the tall guy looked at you like he’d just noticed you now, ’“and who’s this delight?”

“joey this is y/n, y/n this is my boss, joey.”

he grabbed your hand and placed his lips on it politely. the action shocked you, but you didn’t mind, it was respectful, not creepy.

“it’s a pleasure to meet such a beautiful woman,” his eyes slimmed as he studied your face even further, “i recognise you from somewhere.”

your heart rate quickened drastically, you couldn’t get caught now. you were finally free, it couldn’t be over so soon. not when you’d finally found a shot at happiness with a good guy.

“she’s just someone i met out of town,” dean covered up your tracks with a simple lie.

“oh of course, you wouldn’t be stupid enough to take an already taken girl, now would you dean?”

he knew.

“he’s coming here tonight,” he continued, “i suggest you leave before your fucked. and dean, i thought i taught you better. you never take unless it actually belongs to you.”

your blood felt white-hot as anger burned all through you.

“oi, i suggest you watch the way you talk about me. i chose to leave by myself. dean just happened to be there to help at the right place and right time. so next time you wanna talk to me with that kinda language, i suggest you watch your fucking tongue before i rip it out your head, capishe?”

the two of them stared down at you, wide-eyed. who would ever expect such a pretty girl to have such a foul mouth? dean smiled at you and started to speak, before getting interrupted.

“y/n,”

fuck.

“i thought you knew by now that men don’t like being told what to do.”

dom.

“you did find out the hard way after all.”

you were too frozen in shock to even turn around and confirm the owner of the voice.

“stay the fuck away from her,” dean had his hand gripped firmly around your wrist, too afraid that letting go of it would mean letting go of you.

“or what, pretty boy? you gonna fight me?”

the scene had formed its own audience, mobsters from gangs all around had circled around to watch dom fuck up yet another guy.

but not on your watch.

dean smirked at dom, his confidence seeming a little miscalculated, “your on. i know how you fight, you get one of your men to do it for you. and then you sit back and watch on your pathetic ass. i don’t think you’ve ever been in a fight, let alone won one.”

“you so sure about that?”

“yep.”

dom wasn’t getting anywhere with this, he couldn’t find any way to intimidate dean. to some, it was comical to watch one of the most feared mobsters get shut down so breezily. to others, it was seen as a death wish

“i haven’t got all day, i gotta job to do, so if we’re gonna fight, i’d rather we got started and cracked on,” dean was pushing his luck, and  dom’s patience.

“you’re really getting on my nerves now pretty boy,” dom’s jaw clenched in fury.

“you’ve been getting on my nerves since you decided to treat such an amazing girl like a piece of trash. if you’d taken your time to appreciate how truly remarkable she is, then maybe i wouldn’t be pissing you off so much.”

you gasped at how astounding his words were.

“so are we gonna keep pissing each other off, or are we actually gonna fight?”

the audience whooped and hollered at dean’s rebellious attitude. if there’s one thing a mobster likes, it’s a rebel.

the two of them walked over to the ring, deans grip still around your wrist, “if i end up getting really hurt, whatever you do, don’t try and help me.”

“but-”

“no y/n, you have to promise you won’t get in that ring.”

you suddenly noticed the absence of gloves, tape and gumshield.

this was a bare-knuckle fight.

dean shrugged off his jacket and unbuttons the shirt slowly, as you should have been doing for him later on tonight. but unfortunately the tables have turned and fate didn’t seem to rest on your grounds anymore. we weren’t as foolishly free as you had thought.

joey hopped in the ring and called the two of them to the middle, dean and dom both shirtless and looking very ready to hit each other.

“okay we still have rules here,” joey glanced at dom, “this is a one round fight, so no weapons, no spitting, no biting and no scratching. this isn’t a lady fight.”

the audience laughed at his sexist joke, but you couldn’t be bothered to get angry at anything except the soon to come fight.

“are we ready,” joey called out.

“3,”

dean and dom positioned themselves.

“2,”

the room silenced.

“1,”

good luck dean.

“fight!”

dom was offensive so he therefore got the first swing, which was smoothly blocked by dean. dom took yet another, but again his actions were blocked.

dean now punched, straight into his stomach, the blow causing dom to stumble back. dean now used this to take a couple more punches, one to the face this time. the impact of knuckle against cheek was evident through the audiences yells. even to this day, you still winced at the noise.

dom looked up at dean with blood dripping down his face. you had no emotion except pleasure at seeing dom’s pain.

“why you little,” dom hisses at dean, and charges straight towards him, pinning him to the floor. where dean may have been smart and quick at fighting, dom had more weight and strength. he took no time in punching dean in the face, the sound of dean’s head hitting the floor as it was whacked against it.

from the edge of the ring, all you could see was dean’s struggling body start to get more and more weak under dom’s punches. his head was being punched back and forth, tilted to look at you. his eye was already starting to blacken, his lip was busted and bleeding and his right cheek was swollen with a small nick on the bone, blood also trickling from that.

you were frozen at the sight, the ugliness of dean’s injuries chilling you to the bone.

you knew how dom’s men fought, and you knew that dom fought the same way. and he hadn’t fought dirty yet. in everyone of his men’s left pocket was a smaller inner pocket that held a tiny, easily concealed switch blade. you saw dom’s hand reach to pull it out.

“dean watch out! he’s got a knife!”

dom made a quick swipe along dean’s torso, now even more blood covering his body.

dean escaped dom’s grasp and gripped his wrist in an attempt to get him to drop the knife. even in dean’s weak state, he was resilient, unable to give up just yet.

dean shoved hardly on dom’s chest, and he finally got back up onto his feet.

“you piece of shit,” dean spit out blood, “no weapons.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” dom smirked at him, then very quickly at you, “won’t be long baby, i’ll get you back soon.”

dean lunged onto him and started throwing out punches, but dom was no where near as damaged as him, dean was losing blood rapidly, so he easily blocked them all. dean tried to kick him instead, but yet again dom had managed to block him. he hooked into dean’s chin, the blow forcing dean onto the floor.

“giving up yet?”

“never.”

dom sighed and kicked him in the stomach, a groan elicited from dean. he got on all fours and made an attempt at standing up, blood dripping from his cut.

but dom just kicked him back down, and kicked his head. dean yelled out in pain, clearly on the edge. you were struggling to watch, each blow to dean making the tears that were close to falling even closer.

dom reached down and grabbed dean by the throat, his face turning red and panicked as he weakly attempted to breath. his fingers tried to pull his hand off of him.

“i hope this fight was enough to prove that you should never steal what belongs to me.”

and with that, he punches dean one last time straight in the face, and let’s his body sink to the floor.

“oh and you’re not the only one who’s in a lot of trouble with me,” he looked over at you with a menacing smile, “she’s got quite a lot to answer to as well.”

when dean would have automatically jumped up to your defence, his body stayed limp on the floor.

“dean! no, no let go of me!” dom trapped your waist and started to pull you out of the club.

“i hope you’re ready for the punishment i have prepared.”

you paled at the thought.

an idea came over you, and you stopped struggling entirely.

“dom i’m so sorry, he kidnapped me. i didn’t have a choice. but i didn’t do anything wrong.”

“you were defending him before though?”

“i was scared you’d win and hurt me. i didn’t know what else to do.”

he thought about the statement for a little while, trying to know if he should believe you or not.

“are being completely honest with me baby?”

you shuddered at the old nickname.

“of course dom, you know i’d never lie to you.”

he smirked and pulled you against him, caged into his build. he crushed his lips onto yours, tongue entering your mouth forcefully. you started to pull the hem of your dress up, past your stockings, his hands tracing along your thighs with you.

you felt the warm metal of the gun and grabbed it. placing it on the small of his back, you clicked the hammer back and readied it for fire. you stayed in the close position the two of you were in, so as not to draw attention.

“i suggest you let me go or i will shoot, dom,” you whispered into his ear.

“why you little-”

“genius? why thank you. now i’m gonna give you 5 seconds to let me go quietly or i will pull the trigger.”

“what if i shoot you first?”

“you’re gun is on the inside of your jacket which you very stupidly left on the outside of the ring. you have no weapon to shoot with.”

you had him in a box, and he had no choice.

“you’re bluffing, you’d never shoot me.”

“you’re 5 seconds are gone and you’re really underestimating me.”

you pushed him back and shot his thigh twice, one dangerously close to his crotch. he sunk to his knees and gripped the wound strongly.

“fuck! you bitch!”

“all your men have left and there’s no one here to protect you anymore. so i strongly advice you leave whilst you can.”

“fuck you y/n.”

“your choice.”

you shot straight at his crotch this time. he screamed so loudly the whole building went silent.

“that’s for dean.”

you walked over and kicked him in the stomach, causing him to curl up.

“that’s for all the people you’ve cheated out of money and lives.”

you took one final aim at his face, your pointy, heeled boot effortlessly coming into contact with his already injured features.

“and that’s for me and every single way you hurt me.”

the room’s silence was now filled with cheers as the most hated mobster was finally put in his place. and not one person dared to say otherwise.

you couldn’t give two shits about anybody else in the room other than dean. you sprinted over to the ring again and jumped straight in.

“dean!”

his body was hidden by joey’s and you couldn’t tell if he was even alive or not. there wasn’t any movement.

“let me see him,” you pushed joey out of the way to find an unconscious dean - bloody and bruised. his cut had been dressed and his face wiped slightly to remove the dried up blood.

“oh my god,” you fell on your knees next to him, just like this morning you brushed his fringe out of his eyes, but they didn’t open at the touch this time.

“dean please be okay. we won, we beat dom,” you spoke softly to his senseless body, “just please wake up.”

by his point, dom had been carried out by a few men, and was told to “never show your cheating face here again.”

you had however, collapsed into dean and were sobbing like a mere child lost in a new city. after all the drama and despair of the last 24 hours, you felt exhausted and completely hopeless. it wasn’t like you to cry, you’d never let yourself before. but there was something about all of the action that had caused something to break.

“why are you crying?”

his hands very slowly came to pull your head up to meet his. one of his eyes looked into yours, the other swollen shut.

“you’re okay!”

“somewhat, yes,” he smiled at you, then remembered dom, “what happened to-”

“i shot him in the balls. he won’t be an issue with us anymore, i can promise you that.”

his eyes twinkled in amazement of your courage and strength. he pulled you down to him, his arms squeezing around your shoulders.

he sighed contently, “that’s my girl.”

you giggle and pull him up onto his feet.

“you alright to stand up?”

“absolutely fine.”

he stabled himself out then grabbed his shirt and draped it over himself, not even bothering to button it back up.

the two of you walked out of there hand in hand, not even looking back to reassure yourselves. you both did that for each other anyway.

dean’s swollen and bruised face looked so out of place with his eye-creasing grin.

“i may look like shit, and i probably need some medical attention, but tonight has been pretty cool.”

you laugh and swing your arm around his shoulders, his hand instinctively coming round your waist.

the two of you stay like that for a little longer, just walking down the street. you looked an odd pairing, almost feared. but you two couldn’t care less, you had all the time in the world, wherever you desired. whatever you desired. whoever you desired.

and right now you craved a bed, in an apartment, with dean.

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

Psycho!luke

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. 

MASTERLIST

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
L.H.

request for part two 

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.

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

MY HOLY TRINITY

@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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Insulation

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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THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT AND I HAVE NO SHAME.


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?”

“Mmm…yeah”

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”

BTS Drabble ~ Jungkook

Here is my very first post for the BTS Drabble game! 

You can find the prompts for requesting HERE

All of my drabbles will be posted under the tag “mochachimdrabblegame” so just search that to see them all!

Prompts: 

Slight Angst

“I didn’t ask for your help!”

“Don’t leave.”


You looked over your notes for your Calculus project, the ones that had taken you hours to finish. The ones that you had stressed over all weekend. The ones that were now covered in sticky red soda that rendered them illegible.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I really didn’t mean to! I was just trying to help-” Jungkook, who had knocked his drink onto your precious notes, stared in shock at the mess he had made.

“This is exactly why I didn’t ask for your help!” You snapped at him, making him flinch.

It was an accident. You knew that. He would never purposefully ruin your hard work, but that still didn’t change the fact that you’d have to redo all of them. Tonight.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked cautiously.

“Of course I’m mad! You know how hard I’ve worked on these. It took me so long, and they’re due tomorrow! I can’t turn them in like this!” You wanted to cry. You were so exhausted, but it looked like sleep wasn’t an option anymore.

“Y/N I swear it was an accident! What can I do to fix this?” He said frantically, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

“Nothing.” You said in defeat, “I’ll have to redo it.”

“Then maybe I can help y-”

“No! You trying to ‘help’ me is what did this in the first place.” You said angrily.

Jungkook felt awful about how careless he had been. “I’ll just go then,” he said quietly, “I shouldn’t have been in here bothering you in the first place.” He walked towards the door, his eyes cast to the floor.

He looked pitiful, and immediately guilt began to wash over you. Despite your anger with him, he was still your sweet and caring boyfriend. Besides, you would need him to keep you awake so you could finish your project again

You sighed, “Wait… Don’t leave.”

He stoped in the doorway and looked back at your tired expression. You lifted your arms towards him, motion for him to come back, and he took the hint, making his way over to you and wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m sorry, baby. I really am.” He told you, holding you tightly.

He pressed a chaste kiss to you neck before you pulled back. “Just get me some more paper okay? I’ve got a lot of work to do tonight.” You told him softly.

“Of course. I’m on it!” He started towards to door again to get you some paper from the living room, the new mission giving him hope of redeeming himself.

“And Jungkook?” You called after him.

“Yeah?”

“Maybe you should try using a sippy-cup.” You could hear his laughter all the way down the hallway.

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- Admin MochaChim

three deep breaths, ft. Monkey.

one.

I am already exhausted when I take my position at the far side of the mat, still awash with the sweat of all the students who attended class earlier in the evening. I am alone here now; the distance between I and the four walls around me make up my whole world. I am reminded of the master’s wheel, the marked arena in which Anthony Hopkins’ Zorro teaches his successor to emulate his methods and adopt his creeds. “This [wheel] will be your world, your whole life,” Zorro dictates. “Until I tell you otherwise, there is nothing outside of it.”

My hips, a perpetual source of noise since I began running again, made their usual protest as I folded my legs beneath me, sat back upon my heels, and waited for training to begin. I wring my hands in my lap. I am exhausted, but the fraying sinews of my body are alight with an fiery determination to leave it all on the mat tonight. As well I should be so purposed - after all, my instructor this evening will have nothing less from me.

The Monkey emerges from the back of the school, nondescript in the billowy black pants of our school’s uniform and the green tank he seems to reserve for occasions only as special as what we now fondly refer to as Late Nite Kung Fu. Taken out of context, it could be the title of a post-dinner, weekday talk show, or maybe a sitcom. The thought stabilizes me some. If I couldn’t maintain some sense of humor while running these gauntlets, I doubt I’d make it through intact.

Well, mostly intact.

I stand as he approaches, already maneuvering one foot to the rear in anticipation of what is always the first drill of our sessions. He doesn’t even feel the need to give the order before he takes his position alongside me.

Lines. 

My imaginary trajectory rockets forth like a firecracker and I steel my legs. In a lot of ways, this is the hardest part of training with Monkey: his unrelenting focus on fundamentals makes no one exempt from drilling the body mechanics of our most basic stances and techniques. I try not to let my body remember that this is the week I chose to get back into the gym and my muscles already feel somewhat gelatinous from pushing myself on the machines. Sure enough, it is not two lines in before my thighs begin to burn and my body encourages me to break posture. I straighten my legs, seeking momentary release from the rushes of discomfort attacking my thighs, and it is then I am reminded of who I am dealing with. Monkey snaps a quick order to retake my position and continue. One more line down and back. “Rest,” he instructs, and my left knee meets the mat. I breathe out hard.

We go again, progressing through the four walking stances: mǎ bu (horse stance), sì liu bu (four-six stance), gōng bu (bow stance), and xi bu (false stance). Sixteen total lines, thirty seconds rest between each set of four. I cringe, recollecting how long it’s been since I trained this way, and how much strength had waned in the meantime.

two.

Prior to earning a black belt at Shaolin Wu-Yi, a student learns the four primary kung fu weapons: staff, broadsword, spear, and straight sword. Nunchucks, though not a weapon traditional to kung fu, is also taught. Generally, students are encouraged to choose the versions of weapons that best suit their ability to effectively wield them: for example, while I am adept with a nunchuck made of dense wood, I much prefer rhutan, as it is more responsive to my movements. However, given that my current physical goals involve getting stronger rather than honing my individual techniques, Monkey drives the weapons segment of our session down the path of most resistance.

As he scours the racks for the heaviest versions of swords, spear, staff, and nunchucks he can gather, I try to refrain from guzzling the gallon of water that’s going to get me through this evening. The Dragon’s voice echoes in my head, parting the bees like Moses in the Red Sea, don’t tank up. Monkey returns, and an armload of weapons meets the mat with a dull series of thuds and clanking of metal. He unsheathes his own straight sword and flips it over, extending the handle to me. I have always admired Monkey’s sword. Shaolin is inundated with weapons, and straight swords come in many colors: three types of metal, an array of tassels, and various designs adorn them. Each is balanced in its own way, some less efficient than others because of it. My own is spring steel, not as whippy as the wushu version, but not as weighted as combat steel. It sports a bright blue tassel, leather belt strap, and upon the hilt the emblem of a bat in a distinctly Chinese style of illustration. Monkey’s, though not sharpened, is completely rigid from the tip of the tang to the handle and due to its three-dimensional blade outweighs my own sword by a significant amount.

The task was simple enough: do my straight sword from (San Tsai, or “three treasure”) as quickly and as cleanly as possible. My first run-through is expectedly, inconsistently unclean. The weight of the sword disrupts my usual rhythm until I am both blending maneuvers and skipping them altogether as I attempt to muscle the weapon into the proper positions. Still, Monkey praises my energy as I retake my ready position and shake the sweat from my hair, breathing hard.

“How much more do you have in you?” He asks. The question isn’t entirely left field. As much as possible, Monkey strives to reach a new level of depth in each of his students. I like to imagine he is an explorer in the deep recesses of some intricate network of jeweled caves, looking for something never before brought to the surface. It’s not a glistening gem or flowery shoot, he’s not interested in that. It’s a nondescript thing, I envision, like a chunk of coal. A piece of soul. A reason for everything someone does, including kung fu.

“As much as you want to take, sir,” I reply, without hesitation. When I had nothing left, I’d let him know.

Eibei, he orders. “Take three deep breaths, then explode.” I nod, feeling those alight fibers of my body and mind tightening into a glowing center. I trust Monkey implicitly, inhale deeply, and close my eyes, breathing out.

We proceed through two more run-throughs before he is satisfied, and move onto staff (an iron version that weighs 6.5 lbs), then nunchucks.

While my nunchuck form has a long way to go, I am continually proud of the progress I’ve made since I started learning them over a year ago. My dexterity has increased significantly and I am able to spin them much faster now than before. Monkey was happy with my initial pace and expressed as much by raising his voice loud over the mix tape playing in the background and commanding me not to slow down from there. Still, cracking yourself in the back of the head with a pair of the densest nunchaku in the school has a way of interrupting your flow. As I sit here narrating this story, I can still feel the bruise on the back of my skull. Anyway, I press onward, and only have to do this form one time.

Last was saber, following a rest period and some concentrated focus on straight sword techniques. Four weapons down, one to go. Seven Star Saber (performed with a broadsword) is a common form taught in traditional kung fu schools. Any search of Google or Youtube is bound to turn up videos of the various interpretations. Unlike straight sword, the broadsword does take some inherent muscling to maximize the effectiveness of the techniques.

Three deep breaths. On the first run-through, I feel a blockage of energy as much of it is redirected into my arms trying to work this heavy-ass piece of metal into the right positions. My strike extensions suffer, I finish with energy to spare, and my instructor is not impressed. Monkey picks up the staff that has been idling patiently on the floor at the edge of the mat and slings it across his shoulders. He indicates for me to go again with a warning, “if it’s not going to tax you, we’re going to do it until it does.” I nod respectfully, and go again. Three deep breaths.

You’re here, Monkey is fond of reminding me. You might as well do it right.

three.

I have no perception of time at this point. My arms and legs are coated in a thin layer of sweat, making me feel feverish underneath the flourescent lights. My hair, recently cropped, drips endless beads of the salty stuff into my eyes; I wipe it away futilely.This was my idea, I remind myself. Monkey drew the staff - the prototypical Northern style, thin and made of flexible waxwood - away from his shoulders and held it at his side, the instrument with which he will make corrections to my form. Here, at the last leg of our session for this evening, training will test what little strength I have left.

In the days prior I had requested that during the upcoming training session Monkey coach me through my most basic white belt sequence (Lien Huan, the “continuous linking fist”) move-by-move, making intricate, detailed corrections to my form. But Monkey has a vested interest in another of my forms, Xiao Hu Yen (”small tiger swallow”), an intermediate Long Fist sequence that became a focal point of empty-hand training during our sessions leading up to my first-degree black belt test in August of last year. Xiao Hu Yen is a much more advanced, technical form than Lien Huan, and demands far more of the body in terms of raw strength, stance fluidity, and explosive energy. To go through it move-by-move will be no walk in the park.

“Eibei,” he orders, and calls for the first maneuver.
Much to my surprise, he makes no corrections on my first move. Small victories. The next series, however, I repeat no less than ten times. By the halfway point, my legs feel like Jell-O, and after breaking my posture to go down on one knee more times than Monkey can tolerate, he begins counting down from three every time I give in to the discomfort. The countdown only expires one time before the the pros of breaking posture cease to outweigh the cons.

One day, Monkey hopes to open his own school. Once he acquires his third-degree black belt (he’s close), he’ll be permitted by the laws of our governing federation to do just that. When I was a younger belt, getting to know him, I considered him overly cold, calculating, and generally insouciant about his students’ mental needs. What appeared to the untrained eye an instructor who relentlessly pursued perfection at all costs was, I realized - once I’d been initiated and awakened - actually an incredibly cognizant instructor with an innate sense of when to push his students and when to back off. Even more surprisingly, his method of encouragement (which, in the background of a training session is so gruff and loud it more or less may as well be the primal chanting of some tribal leader egging you into the great wide world of your own capability) does not rub me the wrong way. I have always been the more mellow student, sensitive to harsh orders and susceptible to a low pain tolerance. I have worn the attitude of a defeatist and lost my mojo time and time again. But training with people who understand you and know what you’re capable of (and if you’re acting on it or trying to be sly and skimp) has a way of making all the suffering seem inconsequential. You obtain a willingness to suffer to achieve something invaluably great and begin seeking every opportunity to eat bitter.

Xiao Hu Yen comes to a close and I bow, returning to my ready stance and hoping for one specific order. “Rest,” he acquiesces, satisfied. Happily I return to the benches alongside the mat, holding the gallon of water in my lap and gently pounding my sore thighs with a closed fist.

“Let’s do another,” I grinned. Monkey smiles from the center of the mat and gestures for me to take my position.

round two.

Unsurprisingly, the next form Monkey chooses to correct is Lien Huan. Given that is is the form every student has known the longest, and the form most foundational to the rest of the curriculum, Monkey was neither reserved in making the most microcosmic adjustments to my technique nor hesitant to reprimand mistakes with a quick snap of the staff.

About a quarter of the way through, I perform a maneuver that, as it turns out, I have been executing in the incorrect stance nearly as long as I have been training the form. Consequently, I remain in this stance until it is perfected. Monkey circles me, making minute corrections to my posture, foot placement, and hand techniques. The horse stance I am attempting to maintain begins to take its toll on my legs again and once I venture to straighten them, breathing out a sigh of momentary relief and allowing my high block to collapse upon my forehead. Monkey doesn’t miss a beat, his countenance hardening. He gives but a moment’s pause to correct myself before slamming the staff into the mat and shouting “go!” I sunk back down, taking a deep breath as I did so. Come on, Goat, I encouraged myself, piggybacking my internal dialogue on how much I really did enjoy training the way one of my favorite badass black belts trains.

Mindset is such a fickle thing.

when your body gives out. 

“Lower,” he orders.

My posting leg quavers, protesting against muscle fatigue, as I attempt to obey. It is the final two moves of Lien Huan when the previous two hours of leg strain begins to catch up with me. While I am typically acutely aware of physical pain, training with the Monkey has a way of dulling the din of pain in your mind until it is no more vociferous or pervasive than any other thought. Train long enough with him, and you forget altogether what your body is (or isn’t) capable of. While this may seem dangerous, I find the the greatest student-instructor relationships are those built on the premise of trusting submission to the instructor’s will. More or less, as Monkey does not allow for me to give less than everything I have, it is easier to persuade myself to keep going. Perhaps it is the taskmaster in him - indeed, it’s hard to listen to your own head when all you can hear are shouted orders not to quit, give in, or crap out. But muscle failure was impending, the magnitude of which I was not yet aware.

I sink lower in my xi bu, and a spasm of searing pain rips down my inner thigh. I clutch the area, and in a quick attempt to relieve the pressure, straightened up. Punitively, the muscle contracts again, and I collapse onto the mat. Following one more failed attempt to stand, the pain erupts into a continuous wave of the searing, I’ve-been-stabbed sensation that characterizes most cramps.

Monkey had been watching sympathetically while I was standing, attempting to do what I’d been trained to do when a muscle spasms (stretch it out), but upon my meeting with the mat he dropped his staff and came to my side, giving me calm, firm orders to relax as he massaged my leg. My response was not so composed - I writhed and cried out as the afflicted muscle was forced to loosen. Only one thought eked its way through the veil of pain: I was grateful Monkey was there and able to help. My pain threshold often presents itself as fairly unimpressive, and while I had, in the dead of night, been the victim of more than a few always-unexpected charlie horses, I’d never otherwise experienced a leg cramp.

Hydrated as hell, it could only be due to muscle fatigue or, as Monkey detected later, once we were both home, a pinched nerve around my kneecap. Or both. That massage made the impromptu one during our training session seem like a cakewalk. Perhaps it was because I requested that he work on the muscle more (it still felt tight) or because the gentler he was the longer it would have persisted (and my pained cries were already threatening to wake the Dragon, sleeping down the hall), it was a quick but painful session, and a full recovery followed in the next two days.

Monkey massages the burning muscle for another few seconds while I attempt to obey his order to stay calm. Very anatomically-minded (a knowledge base that lends itself greatly to martial arts training), Monkey is as firm with his efforts to heal his students as he is to instruct them. That said, I don’t know of many of his students that have been on the receiving end of one of his patented massages. They’ve actually become somewhat of a commodity in our household - Monkey’s ability to knead out stubbornly tense knots comes at the cost of what is no trivial discomfort, but coupled with a day’s rest and an Epsom salt bath, the results are well worth it.

Back on my feet, the pain has all but subsided. I bounce on the balls of my feet and shake my afflicted leg, breathing out in relief and wiping my face on my sweat-soaked school tee, smiling abashedly at him. You need to stretch every day, Monkey would later command, knowing full well I’d been skimping on serious leg stretches. He allows me a few minutes’ rest before we finish the last two moves of the form, and break.

While Monkey runs through his own three-sectional staff form, I carry the empty water jug to the locker room for a refill and check the time. I know we are nearly done, but I almost want to admit to Monkey that I could keep going, that I’d be excited to keep going. But real life has to take precedence at some point - Monkey, a college student, will need to be up in a matter of hours to go to his morning classes, and I could do with some rest, myself, following the crippling muscle spasm. I return to the mat, and Monkey directs me to my position for one final form - Lien Huan, done at full speed this time. One, two, three, he counts my breaths.

While it was not particularly brilliant, and my stances weren’t nearly as low as they could have been, nor my techniques as clean as they ought to have been, I must admit that strangely, I didn’t much mind. When I was starting out at Shaolin three years ago, I thought that there was only one way to train: do your forms at their ideal rhythm, every time, until they were perfect. But Monkey has alerted me to the fact that you can take one form and use it as the medium to train all kinds of things, one at a time. You can do it fast, training your speed, explosive energy, and fast-twitch muscles. You can do it strong, harnessing your power. You can do it move-by-move under the watchful eye of someone who can spot your mistakes, improving your technique. Or - as it was while I flew down the mat, my maneuvers eliciting those guttural, passionate kias from my gut - you can do it just for the sake of doing it. Because if I had any energy left, it wasn’t in my body, or my mind. It was in my heart, my heart for this awesome thing that I do, that so many of us do. If you have a golden attitude about your art, if you truly love it, then of your mind, body, and heart, your heart will be the last to give out. No matter how grueling it is or how bitter it tastes, you’ll find something to smile about.

All I can say about that Lien Huan that is any definition of redeeming is that, man, I loved doing it.

epilogue.

The music cut, a silence had fallen over Shaolin. In the wake of a hard two hours’ training, the mat was littered with weapons and workout equipment. While Monkey changed clothes, I put things away so that in the morning everything would be prepared for Sifu to begin another day of classes. I imagined the students, young and old, pounding the same thick canvas that had been my entire world, lending their own blood, sweat, and tears to the tapestry beneath our feet.

I change in the tiny locker room, feeling chilly as I shed the sweat-soaked shirt and pull on my favorite blue sweater in its place. In socked feet I plod to the front of the school, hitting the lightswitches as Monkey sets the alarm and we exit the front door. As he slips the key into the lock and turns it, it sticks in the usual place. He muscles it into position and withdraws it, giving the handle of the school’s front door a testing shake.

“See you at home,” I smile, stepping off the curb into the arid night. I count my breaths on the way to the car. One, two, three.

Brighter Lights Back Home

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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.

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The First Drabble Game

So today I hit 200 followers?? It’s so crazy to think about, I know. But yeah, I decided to do a drabble game for this milestone! 

It’s simple really, just drop a character and a number (or two, or three, or fifty) into my inbox and I’ll try to get it done as soon as possible!

  1. “I hate you.”
  2. “Get out.”
  3. “Why would you do that?”
  4. “What am I seeing right now?”
  5. “Please just—just go…”
  6. “You’re really pretty, you know that right?”
  7. “I hate this game,”
  8. “I don’t dance.”
  9. “Yes please!”
  10. “We’re not okay.”
  11. “You make me so… frustrated,”
  12. “Why are you like this?”
  13. “I can’t believe this!”
  14. “I’ve got a present for you…”
  15. “Can I have this dance?”
  16. “Let’s nap?”
  17. “You’re unbearable…”
  18. “What’s wrong?”
  19. “Watch out!”
  20. “Can you maybe not?”
  21. “Would you mind getting out of the way?”
  22. “I don’t need you to take care of me all the time.”
  23. “This argument is pointless.”
  24. “Don’t shout at me…”
  25. “Should we set up camp?”
  26. “Are you alright?”
  27. “Why don’t we just talk about it in the morning?”
  28. “I’m hungry…”
  29. “You know that I don’t like surprises,”
  30. “That’s gross.”
  31. “You know, one thing I’d really love is to sleep on an actual, real bed tonight. Not the ground.”
  32. “It’s too hot today,”
  33. “Pretty please?”
  34. “We were made for eachother, weren’t we?”
  35. “Are you actually going to eat that?”
  36. “Hey, pipe down,”
  37. “Thank you,”
  38. “No.”
  39. “You’re so exhausting…”
  40. “Does everything have to go like that?”
  41. “Please don’t be angry,”
  42. “But—”
  43. “You’re insufferable!”
  44. “Can you leave me alone?”
  45. “Just give me a minute,”
  46. “Let’s go…”
  47. “Can I borrow some Gil?”
  48. “Your smile is my favourite smile,”
  49. “Why do I like you again?”
  50. “I need to get out of here,”
  51. “I’m tired.”
  52. “Make me dinner, please?”
  53. “Come on, we’re leaving.”
  54. “That’s nice.”
  55. “Why aren’t you happy for me?”
  56. “It isn’t my birthday today, you know that right?”
  57. “Did you really decide to take on another hunt? Tonight?!”
  58. “This makes me feel sick,”
  59. “Can we just run away from all of this?”
  60. “Why not?”
  61. “Take me on an adventure!”
  62. “Can I drive for a little bit?”
  63. “Why don’t we talk about this some more over a cup of coffee?”
  64. “I’ll pay…”
  65. “Stop stealing my thunder!”
  66. “This is a complete disaster.”
  67. “What are your parents going to say when they see this?”
  68. “Are you… hiding?”
  69. “Let’s play a game,”
  70. “Who said that you could use the kitchen—everyone knows that you might accidentally blow it up…”
  71. “I’m not ticklish.”
  72. “Five more minutes?”
  73. “But it’s so cold outside…”
  74. “Are those cup noodles?”
  75. “This is boring.”
  76. “I never loved you in the first place.”
  77. “That’s petty,”
  78. “Are you sure?”
  79. “I’m not jealous.”
  80. “Please don’t leave.”
  81. “Of course I have one,”
  82. “I’m leaving today,”
  83. “You’ve got to move on,”
  84. “We might find a place in this world someday,”
  85. “Tents are overrated, anyway.”
  86. “I need to be who I am.”
  87. “You make me sick,”
  88. “But what about us?”
  89. “I’ve got to do what’s best for me.”
  90. “I think we need to talk,”
  91. “At least for now, I’ve got to go my own way.”
  92. “I hope you understand…”
  93. “This isn’t a threat, is it?”
  94. “You’ll be okay.”
  95. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
  96. “Do you promise?”
  97. “There’s something I have to tell you,”
  98. “What do you mean we can’t just steal all the Chocobos?”
  99. “Come in!”
  100. “I love you.”
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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Your assigned a mission to visit your “ex” for intel, but when Coulson discovers at the last minute that the man you’re supposed to seduce has recently proposed to his new love, he sends Bucky to accompany you for a different approach. This mission might be the one that pushes the boundaries of your best-friendship. For better or for worse?

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader, Phil Coulson (briefly), Adrien (OC/target),  Nina Vasiliev (OC/target’s fiancé)

Word Count: 6,034 (I’m so sorry)

Warnings: crappy mission details, a bit of a slow burn, stubborn Bucky, stubborn reader, google translations that are sure to be offensively inaccurate i’m so sorry, a bit of profanity fake relationship, friends to lovers, all the fluff

A/N: So work has been heeell this week and I haven’t had time all week to write a damn thing, so I chugged a big ole cup of coffee on my way home tonight and sat down on the couch with my laptop hoping to find some sort of inspiration to put up something short and sweet… Suddenly, it’s 4am and I have 6k words divided into ten segments of one long ass slow burning thing that I found myself satisfied with. I’m sure I’ll wake up tomorrow and realize it was my exhaustion and delusion that made this seem decent enough to post. Meh. I love you guys. Hope you enjoy! 

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I’ll Always Support You // Conor Maynard

— Heyy! Can you don an imagine where y/n isn’t famous (or a youtuber) and she’s dating conor? Thanks! —

I turned off my computer after I finished watching a video of my uni lecturer talking nonstop about the peripheral nervous system. I had enough time to do my makeup and get dressed before leaving to go to the boy’s flat which was just a couple minute walk from mine. Today, Conor is performing at Wembley stadium for the Rays of Sunshine concert.

We’ve been dating for a couple months now, but we pretty much have kept out relationship out of the spotlight. My social media accounts were private, so no one outside my friends and family really knew anything about my life. At the beginning, I wasn’t comfortable exposing my life to his fanbase because I liked my privacy. But obviously, since him and his friends are constantly in front of a camera, recording all aspects of their lives, it’s only natural that his fans found out about me. Conor and I met at a small party, my friend who’s dating one of his mates had invited me. We spoke all night at that party, he asked for my phone number before I left, and we’ve been inseparable ever since.

I left my house, makeup and hair done, dressed in an off the shoulder short dress and ankle boots and walked a small distance to the apartment he shared with his friend and brother. I buzzed their intercom to let me through the gates and made my way to their door. I knocked on their front door and was embraced in a hug from Anna, his little sister. She had come down from Brighton to see Conor perform. I had recently met his entire family, to which they welcomed me with open arms.

“Y/N, I love the way you did your makeup!” Anna complimented. We got very close, we treated each other as if we were each others sisters.

“I was just going to say the same about yours”, I laughed.

“Yo, Y/N!”, Jack walked into the room and high fived me then hugged me. “What you been up to?”

“Just been forcing myself to study all morning, the usual”, I sighed. “You vlogging today?”

“Oh yeah!” Just as I mentioned that, he pulled out his camera. “Good morning guys, hope you’re all doing well. I’ve got special guests with me today, Y/N, Anna, be nice and say hello”.

I waved to his camera and poked my tongue out. Just a couple days ago, I gave him permission for me to be in this vlog. I walked off as he continued to talk about the concert to go find Conor. I found him in his room blow drying his hair. “Hey babe”, I hugged him from behind as I watched him from the mirror in front of us.

He smiled widely and turned off the blow dryer. “Hey beautiful. You look amazing today”, he then pulled me into a hug and kissed my lips, letting his lips linger on mine.

“So the superstar is in here, getting – ooh bad timing” I heard Jack from the doorway with the camera in his hands, recording us but catching us at a bad time. He then left, causing us to laugh.

“How’ve you been my love”, Conor asked.

“Not too bad, are you nervous for today?” I let go of Conor to let him finish getting ready so I sat on his bed.

“Nah, I think I’ll be fine”, he responded.

“Yeah, I know you will. You’re very good at what you do”, I smiled at him. As he was finishing getting ready, I was scrolling on my phone for about half an hour. “Babe, its ten past twelve, what time do we need to be there?” I asked.

“Shoot. We should be leaving soon, so I have time to rehearse and do those interviews”, he said checking his watch.

“Conor, the uber is here!” I heard Anna yell from the living room. We all then left and arrived at Wembley stadium.

“Y/N, how you feeling? You look worried” Jack laughed, sticking the camera in my face as we walked to Conor’s dressing room.

I laughed. “I don’t know why I’m nervous. I know he’ll do amazingly well tonight, as he always does”, I looked at Conor and kissed his cheek as he put his arms around me.

“Ew”, Jack joked around, He then turned the camera off.

“Will you guys be okay by yourselves?” Conor asked.

“We’re big kids, we’ll be fine”, Jack said.

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep an eye on Jack”, I said to Conor, Anna laughed and Jack then rolled his eyes. “Good luck baby. Love you”.

“Love you too”, Conor kissed me before leaving to do interviews then rehearse on stage.

We kept ourselves busy for the next couple of hours by eating and giving ourselves a little tour. I checked the time and it was a quarter past five, the show would be starting soon. Jack, Anna and myself were then escorted by two security guards to a closed of section in the arena, giving us a perfect view of the stage. Anna and I were really excited, seeing all these artists live for the first time. We danced to each performance, singing all the popular hits along with them. We were given breaks after each performance. The stadium lights then went off, and Conor popped up on stage, causing the crowd to go wild. Conor then performed some covers and his original songs, Anna and I were dancing our butts off while Jack was vlogging for his channel. We all got into the shot of his camera, mouthing the lyrics to the song Conor was singing. As Jack was filming Anna and I dancing, I looked up to see Conor right at the edge of the stage, looking directly at me. Whilst he was singing as I mouthed ‘I love you’ to my boyfriend.

“I love you too baby”, Conor said into the microphone right in the middle of his song, then the whole crowd went more wild, if that was even possible.

After Conor finished, the security guards then took us backstage, Jack still vlogging everything. All the lucky winners who won backstage passes then started screaming as we were passing them. A lot of the winners were then yelling for Jack, and some even asking me and Anna to take photos with them, to which we did.

“Oh my god, Y/N you’re so pretty!”, one of the girls yelled, I thanked her. I took a bunch of selfies with different people, even though I wasn’t famous at all, I guess being the girlfriend of a famous person does put me into the public’s eye, whether I like it or not. As soon as Conor walked into the room, the attention then diverted to him and everyone started screaming. I watched him have his mini meet and greet, his face genuinely lighting up as he met everyone, it melted my heart. I took a couple of sneaky pictures as I watched him chat with his fans. As soon as the night was done, I was so exhausted that I fell asleep on Conor’s shoulders during the ride home.

“Y/N, baby, wake up”, he whispered into my ears, I groaned but got up anyway.

We all walked into their flat, Anna and Jack going straight to bed. I made my way to Conor’s bathroom to brush my teeth with a toothbrush I keep here. I took off my makeup and went to Conor’s drawer to steal a tshirt to wear to bed. I sat on Conor’s bed going through the videos and photos I took of tonight, smiling to myself. Conor jumped into bed behind me and pulled me down with him by my waist. I showed him the photos I took of today and he asked me to send them to him.

“Thank you so much for coming and supporting me tonight”, Conor said as he kissed my hands.

“Are you crazy? I will always support you, till the end. You make me so proud”, I kissed his cheeks then his lips.

“I know things can sometimes get a little crazy being with me, but still thank you”, he smiled

“A little crazy?”, I joked around.

“You know what I mean. But I guess our relationship is a little more out into the open now”, he said.

“I don’t mind it anymore, I don’t want to try and hide our love. It’s too stressful. From now on things will be different, especially since I’m going to be in Jack’s new vlog. Not just in the background anymore”, I said, my hands slightly rubbing his cheeks.

“Good, now I can flaunt my sexy girlfriend to the whole world, and make everyone jealous”, he laughed and kissed me on my lips. We then fell asleep in each other’s arms. For Conor, I would sacrifice anything for him, even if that means giving up some parts of my private life. I don’t care anymore, I would do anything for this boy. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So this is my first published little short fic! thank you to the person who requested this. I really hope you all enjoyed it. Sorry if im not too good haha, let me know what needs improving or let me know if you enjoyed it. please feel free to message me any requests!

anonymous asked:

how about a scenario where the reader is on a date w some guy, but the date is going poorly and it's really uncomfortable. So then Yurio (a complete stranger at the time) comes in and saves the reader. and after they're away from that weird guy, Yurio asks if they want to try the date again but with him this time?

Sorry I took so long to answer! Uni has been slowly killing me and I hadn’t had the time to sit down and answer to all the requests I have! If you want you can make another request so I can make it up to you ^-^


Oh boy, this day couldn’t get any worse. You had finally finished work and you were exhausted. You had even considered bailing on the date you had tonight. But, since you were such a good person, you went despite being so tired. But oh, right now you were wishing so much that you had stuck to the original plan and had bailed on this douche bag. He wasn’t polite and would only talk about himself. You made a mental note to delete that stupid dating app.

“Hey, um, John?” You said interrupting one of his many narcissistic rants. 

“It’s James” Said your horrible date in an annoyed tone.

“Yeah, James, whatever…Uh, I gotta go, I have to get up early for, uh, work tomorrow…” 

“Tomorrow is Sunday” You sighed and shot him a glare.

“I work everyday of the week. Goodbye, John!” You mocked, but he wasn’t having it. As you grabbed your purse and stood up, the man who turned out to be a disaster grabbed your wrist, holding you back. You looked at him, trying to pull your arm away but to no avail. You started to feel afraid. What if this guy was some sort of psychopath and now you had made him mad?

“Where do you think you’re going? This date hasn’t ended!” He practically yelled. People were looking from the corner of their eye and whispering, but not one of them came over to help. 

“Excuse me, but I think the lady wants to leave.” Said a blonde man with a thick Russian accent. You turned around, feeling glad that somebody had come over to help you. When you looked at your hero, you found him very attractive. His long blonde hair, sharp emerald green eyes, and his tall and built physique, there was no doubting that this man was a god. But your date also noticed how you looked at him, and his anger only grew. The jerk stood up, looking at the Russian man in a menacing way. 

“Run”

“What?” But before you could understand what was happening, the Russian man kicked your date in the genital area, grabbed your hand and ran out of the restaurant. You could hear angry yelling from behind the both of you but as you kept running the voice got fainter. When you could no longer hear anyone following you, you stopped holding back your rescuer and making him fall. 

“Oh! I’m sorry!” you helped the man up, inspecting him to see if he had hurt himself. The man threw you a small glare, then chuckled.

“Thank you for helping me,but I should get going now. Is there any way I could repay you?” You said, although what you really wanted to do was ask for his phone number. But you decided otherwise since you didn’t think it would be very polite after literally having just run away from your freaky dating app date.

“How about you go on a date with me right now? My name is Yuri Plisetsky” Yuri extended his hand towards you while wearing a very sexy smirk on his lips. You looked at him rather confused. When you processed his words, your heart skipped a beat. This hot guy had just asked you on a date after saving you from another disaster of a date? 

“Hell yes” You didn’t give it much of a thought. It was only when you guys were making your way towards a festival they were holding a few blocks down that you started thinking that this guy could be the same, or even worse than the one you just escaped from. But you put those thoughts aside, telling yourself to just enjoy life and that if he were to kill you, at least you would go by the hands of a very sexy murderer.

After you both got to the fair, you enjoyed yourself so much. It was so easy to talk to him, he had this cute expressions he would do when he was embarrassed, but he was also a gentleman. He was actually very shy and didn’t like showing his emotions, but that made him much more cuter to you. He had told you about how he was a professional figure skater for the Russian national team, an Olympic gold medalist, and much more. You had hit the jackpot.

“I’ve had a lot of fun with you, Y/N” You were both holding hands, walking aimlessly around the fair, just enjoying your time together.

“Me too, Yurio” He scowled in response.

“I told you not to call me that!” You giggled. You both sat down on a bench, looking at the people pass by.

“So I don’t suppose you would want a small dinner now? I heard you work tomorrow.” He said in a sarcastic tone, earning a small laugh from you.

“I can just call in sick” You responded, following his sarcastic remark. You both laughed. You didn’t know how you went from a horrible date to such a spectacular one, but right now you didn’t really care. It was amazing.


I hope you enjoyed!

Note: NEVER TRUST ANYONE YOU JUST MET! THIS IS JUT FANTASY, NEVER DO THIS PLEASE! Just want to make sure I’m not the cause for any deaths or disappearances. ^-^