my actual chairs in my house

Ricardo Nuno Silva, 2012

“This little girl is my cousin and she actually fell asleep on the asphalt just outside my house. She must have played for some time and just lied to rest and fell asleep. I used a chair to stand on in order to take this shot. There is no orphanage involved and no tragic behind this. It is a style of photography”.

My Wedding Date

Well, the plan was that chase, his girlfriend and I would attend his sister’s wedding down south. It was a weekend long and we could do whatever we wanted, and we planned to spend it partying. So I didn’t have to go alone, chase’s friend Jenny would be my date. I had only spoken to Jenny for a total of 30 minutes before the trip, and had no idea what she was like.
We made our way to the bottom of the state, got ready, and then attended the ceremony. I hadn’t seen Jenny at all that day, except for a few glances during the ceremony, and I could already tell I had this an carnal magnetism toward her. It wasn’t until the reception that we actually got to sit down and talk. She was wearing this black lace dress that was driving me absolutely insane. Our chairs moved closer and closer together as our conversation carried on, and then our topic started to take a more intimate turn. I tried to remain a gentleman and refrain from taking her off somewhere private . It was so tempting to when she would make comments like “I’m glad you like my dress……my panties match you know….”. She made it so difficult but I prevailed. It wasn’t until we were in the back of the car heading to the house that I gave in. My hand dropped to her thigh and moved up and down as we started passionately kissing in the backseat. Chase and his girlfriend Brandy were already distracted with Brandy’s drunkenness and their own dirty talk. When we got back to the house we were the only four there. It was at that point that Chase explained to me that there were only two bedrooms, so Jenny and I had to share. I knew I was a goner. There was no way that I could get through the night without making a move on this girl. Chase and Brandy shuffled off to their own bedroom, and Jenny and I retreated to ours. The second we got inside and close the door, Jenny asked me to unzip the back of her dress. Once I did, she turned around and begin helping me out of my clothes. It wasn’t long before we were both lustfully stripping each other down, kicking our shoes across the room, and me laying her down gently on the bed. Are kissing continued, our tongues becoming intwined as our hands roamed over each other’s warm bodies. Afterwhile I can’t take it anymore. I took both of her hands forcefully and placed them above her head saying, “don’t you dare move these”. I then released my grip from her wrists and started kissing all the way down her body until I was kissing down the inside of her thighs. She quietly gasped every time my lips came in contact. I then worked my way back up, and started swirling my tongue are her clit. Her body began to respond. I couldn’t help but glance up as I watched her sexy hips arch, and her body gently rock and twist. I kept going and going, changing patterns, speeds, pressures. Making her edge and orgasm. In my mind I gave out an evil chuckle, seeing the power I had over her body. But it’s quickly silenced by the thought that she has the same effect on my body. A wave of lust and craving washes over me. I want this girl to be weak when I’m done with her. I want her legs to be shaking, her breathing ragged. I won’t stop until I’m satisfied. So I continue, also using my fingers to gently rub against her G spot. Her hips rock and writhe even more. Good, That’s what I like to see. My hands go to her legs and I have her bed her knees more and place her feet flat on the bed. Then I spread her legs wider. “ you won’t move your legs either”, I say. I don’t expect her to comply, seeing how she is fighting herself to not move her hands. My tongue rubs harder and the strokes of my finger against her g spot become longer and more firm as she begins to orgasm. Her legs shake and her hips buck as she moans out loud.

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late. [imagine four]

“Shit,” I hissed, as I tried to budge the side doors open at the school. Literally if you’re one minute late, they lock.

I bowed my head in defeat and started my trek up to the main office where I would have to get my second tardy in the same week. The second tardy this week that wasn’t my fault.

The sign in process was quick and the secretary glanced at me in disappointment at the notice of my second tardy. “You know, if you wake up ten minutes earlier, you wouldn’t be late,” she scolded.

“Yeah, I know Mrs. Chapman. Thanks,” I fake-smiled, grabbing my planbook with a pass to his class. I took my sweet ass time walking to his classroom – I knew I wouldn’t get in any trouble.

I opened the closed door and tried to sneak in unnoticed but he had stopped the lesson to a halt and looked at me with amused eyes. “Nice of you to join us,” he smirked.

“I have a pass,” I said through my teeth, giving him my planbook so he can glance at it.

“Second tardy this week,” he chastised.

“It was out of my control, sir.”

His playful eyes darkened for a moment and I took that as my cue to get settled in my seat that so happened to be in the front row.

During the lecture, I rarely looked up from my notes. The margins were covered in doodles and calligraphy practice when he went on tangents (he tends to go on those a lot). My usual eager participation was absent during the forty minutes and class seemed to drag longer because of it.

When the bell rang, I gathered up my supplies as quickly as possible. “Ok class is dismissed,” he had said with finality, standing by the door.

I scurried out of my chair and tried to walk through the door. He held onto my backpack strap, gently yanking me back into him. “Not for you,” he said, and I scowled in response.

“I said I was sorry for being late,” I whined.

“Hmm, I believe you didn’t,” he corrected me, still waiting for his room to clear out.

“I’m sorry for being late,” I said as sweetly as I could. “Now can I go?”

“Where’s the fire? I just want to talk to you for a little bit in private,” he said, smiling my favorite damn smile. I pouted internally – I was really trying to put up a good effort to stay agitated at him.

When the last person mosied on out of the classroom, he shut and locked the door behind him. Luckily, he had a plan after his first hour and wasn’t deserting any students in order to talk to me.

“You seem to be in a mood,” he quirked an eyebrow.

I scoffed, plopping down in his desk chair, “You’re very observant.”

He sauntered over to where I was sitting and leaned against his desk, his domineering presence right in front of me. “What did I do?” I didn’t know if it was a facade, but he actually looked concerned.

“If you keep turning off my damn alarm, I won’t sleep over at your house anymore,” I threatened. “I’m serious this time – I have two, two this week and at least five since we got together.”

He broke out into a smile and pulled me out of his chair so he could sit down with me on his lap. “Do you really mean that?”

I melted into his arms and placed my hands around the nape of his neck, inhaling his beautiful scent. “Yes! I know it’s only your class that I have first hour but if I’m late one more time, I’ll get a detention.”

He kissed me on my mouth briefly. “Ok, ok, ok. I’ll stop turning off your alarm. You just look so cute when you’re sleeping and you don’t get near enough sleep you should be getting.”

“Gee, I wonder whose fault that is…”

“You’re quite snarky this morning,” he grinned, “I like it.”

“I’m sure you do, sir.”

“Call me that one more time and I’m not quite sure I can let you go to your next class, Miss.” His eyes held the threat as he licked his lips in anticipation. I know he wanted me to say it.

“As much as I would love a punishment from your capable of hands,” I palmed his hands in reference, “I must get on with my day. Mrs. Bates is gonna get awfully suspicious if I keep wandering in from your class with a pass.”

“Let them get awfully suspicious,” he murmured as he captured my lips with his. I kissed him back for a moment – the feel of his slightly chapped lips will never feel old. Seven months with this man and I still feel as more in love as I did two years ago when he first showed up to my high school. Never did I think I could stand a chance.

I sighed against his lips and pulled back, “I would love to continue on with this, but I really do have to go. She’s giving us graduation information.”

“One more month,” he smiled. “Then you’re all mine.”

“I’m already all yours.”

It started with a movie [Klaus Mikaelson x Reader]

Request: Can you do a Klaus Mikaelson x reader where she’s Bonnie’s sister or cousin and Klaus falls for her so the Salvatores take her as leverage against Klaus?

Word count: 2575

Warnings: Swearing, abduction.

A/N: (f/m) = favorite movie, (f/d) = favorite drink, (Y/I) = your initials

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Originally posted by hayatahatiira

Silas. Who would expect that the name of a man who you had never seen or even knew existed before a few months ago would play such a big role in your life.

Your cousin, Bonnie Bennett, and her friends had decided to go on a field trip to find the cure to vampirism which laid in Silas’s tomb with him. You, being the ‘spare’ witch for the group, had been left behind in Mystic Falls, not that that bothered you.

Unbeknownst to you, they were about to give you a task during their absence. So, when you opened the door to your cousin and Damon Salvatore, you guessed that they were going to ask a favor, again.

So much for the relaxing weekend you had planned…

Bonnie stepped through the threshold but Damon was held back, not having been welcomed into your home, “Let me in.” he ordered gruffly.

“I would, possibly, if you were more polite.” You replied nonchalantly.

He plastered a superficial smile onto his face, “My dearest (Y/n),” he exaggerated, intensifying each gesture he made, “will you please do me the honor of letting me enter your humble domain?”

You flashed him the sweetest smile that you could muster, “I have to admit, that was very well,” he grinned genuinely, “But, I’ll have to deny your request, good sir.” Adding the last part for your own enjoyment.

Immediately, his smile fell, “What?! Why?” he asked, raising his voice.

“Well, you see, I want this house to be safe zone for non-vampires. Thus, it has to be…” you hesitated to find the appropriate word, “vampire-free, if you will. This means no letting you or any other vampire in.”

He groaned loudly, “Is this really necessary?”

You crossed your arms, a smirk on you face, “Yes.”

“Okay, this conversation is over, I don’t want the two of you to do anything stupid. So, how about we just talked here?” Bonnie offered, earning to grunts in agreement. “Good. Damon, I’ll do the talking.” She threw him an authoritative look.

“May I ask what you came here to talk about?” you inquired.

“You know that we’re going to Nova Scotia for the whole Silas and the cure business?” You nodded, leaning onto the wall beside you. “Well, Jeremy may or may not have killed Klaus’s brother Kol to complete his Hunter’s Mark with Elena and Matt’s help. They also asked me to imprison Klaus with a spell in their living room and since we were hea-”

She was interrupted by the sound of Damon’s voice, “You’re taking too long Bonbon. Long story short, Klaus is stuck in the Gilbert living room for three days and the only people that are not coming with us are wolf boy and blondie who look like they can pounce on each other at any second. We need you to keep a third eye on the hybrid freak.” He told you.

“Please?” Bonnie added, giving you a hopeful look.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, “Fine, but you owe me one.” You shot them a stern look.

“Thank you so much (Y/n).” She hugged you tightly, “Do you want us to drive you there?” she suggested.

You nodded gathering things you would need before locking the front door and entering the vampire’s car.


The three of you rolled up in front of the Gilbert driveway and you exited the car with your belongings, waving goodbye to the pair. You walked up to the door and knocked.

After a few seconds, Caroline opened the door, the sound of Tyler nagging the Original in the background, “Hey (Y/n)!” she exclaimed, “You came, great!”

“No problem.” You smiled and she did the same. I don’t want to be here, stop lying.

Her phone beeped, she looked down at the device and made a bothered face, “It’s Elena, she said that she needed us to research Silas in the library for things that we may have missed, do you want to go, or should we?” she asked.

You sighed, you were tired of books, research and grimoires, “You guys can go, I’ll stay here. Okay?” you replied.

She beamed at you, “Perfect. Ty, let’s go!” she called her boyfriend.

He ran up to the two of you, placing a kiss on the blonde’s cheek, “What’s up babe?” he asked.

“Elena needs us to do some research on Silas while (Y/n) keeps an eye on Klaus.” She said, catching him up.

He nodded in comprehension and they both ran off. You walked up to the living room where the Hybrid was kept prisoner.


You looked around the room for a chair, knowing that the sofa wasn’t very comfortable and too close to the Original for your taste. You groaned when you found the location of your preferred seat: in Klaus Mikaelson’s ‘prison’.

“What seems to be the problem, love?” he questioned, a small smirk decorating his face.

“First of all, the name’s (Y/n), not ‘love’ or ‘darling’ or whatever, you can keep those for Caroline. Secondly, what is wrong is that I want to sit down on the one seat in the house that is truly comfortable but it’s in your fucking prison-thingy. Finally, I’m stuck here babysitting you for my cousin and her friends when I could be in my bed, watching a movie and eating popcorn, like I had planned!” You ranted, gesturing towards the brown couch chair behind him.

He chuckled, getting up from where he was sat, “Well, (Y/n), you do know that nothing is stopping you from watching your move here, I certainly can’t.” he said reaching for a chair and giving it to you.

“That’s actually not a bad idea. Thank you.” You said, taking the chair, “Well since you’re going to watch whatever I am going to watch, you should at least get the right to pick a movie. I make a selection and you pick from it, deal?”

“That is very generous (Y/n), I guess we have made a deal.” He leaned back on the chair he had returned to.

You left to get some movies and came back a few minutes later, stopping in the entrance brutally and dropping all the small boxes. Klaus was leaning onto the couch in front of the TV. Shit.

“Well, love. Why did you stop?” he asked.

“B-Bonnie didn’t tell me that you could enter the living room, I thought that you were stuck in the dining room. I entered your part of the force field, why didn’t you kill me?” you asked.

“To be honest, I have never really talked to you and I would like to know someone without wanting to kill them.” He responded

“Okay…” you said, suspicious but open to the conversation, “I wouldn’t mind that. I have a suggestion,” he nodded, “How about we tell each other nothing about the supernatural and just try bonding like normal people?” you suggested.

“I’m fine with that.” He replied and you smiled at him.

“Well,” you started, picking up the movies and handing them to him, “pick a movie, I’ll make us some popcorn.” You walked to the kitchen.


You stepped out of the kitchen not long after you had entered it with a big bowl of popcorn cradled in your right arm, two bottles of (f/d), one filled with blood, in your left hand and a bag of chips beneath your left arm. You were struggling to hold everything and called the Original’s name, “Could you help me please.” You asked, not moving for fear of the dropping the bottle of blood slipping from your grip.

He ran over to you and stopped suddenly. “I can’t help you (Y/n), come closer and I’ll get some of the stuff.” You looked at him doubtingly but, still, took a step towards him. At the second step, the drink dropped and Klaus vamp-sped towards it by reflex, forgetting about the barrier. Your eyes automatically closed, waiting for the glass to break.

It never came, you opened your eyes to see Klaus, a bottle in his hand and a confused look on his face. A grin crept onto your face, “Surprise!” you exclaimed, “I modified the spell so you could walk all around the house. It’s not much but it’s a start.”

He looked at you, his blue-green orbs meeting your (e/c) ones, “Thank you.” He smiled, “That is very kind of you.”

You blushed lightly, staring a little longer before coughing, “I-Uh, which movie did you pick?” you asked, breaking eye contact.

“I, um, picked (f/m).” He said, heading to the couch.

“That’s my favorite movie!” you squealed and settled down beside him.

He pressed play and you leaned your head against his shoulder, taking a sip of your drink.


You watched as the credits filed up the screen. Klaus was already putting away everything and you looked at the time, 4:17. There was a lot of time left and Klaus had come back to his seat beside you.

“What’s your favorite color and why?” you asked, starting a conversation that would not end for some time.

“Blue, like the night sky. I find that it is a color that holds many secrets and show beauty and mystery.” He replied.

“You sound like an experienced artist.” You told him.

“I have been painting for quite some time, maybe I’ll show you someday.” He smiled and you mirrored his action.

You continued talking like that for hours. Caroline and Tyler came over at 8 but, you acted like the barrier was in the same place as before and that everything was alright. When they left, you and Klaus resumed the conversation from where you had left off. This continued as a routine for three days. When your friends returned, Klaus had left. The both of your hearts swelling for the other.


You were at the Grill, working on an essay you had to write for history. A lot had happened since the last time you and Klaus saw each other. Jeremy had died, Elena had turned her humanity off and burned down her house down. Basically, everything had gone to shit.

Yet, here you were doing your homework without a care in the world about the happenings of the supernatural world. Matt was still, working, even if he probably didn’t want to.

He walked past you and you took his arm, “Hey, how is it going with Elena?” you asked, a concerned frown on your face.

“She’s still… off.” He replied roughly, violently tearing his arm from your grip. You stared at his back, curious as to what just happened and why he was so hostile.

You continued writing your essay, stopping to have a drink or to text Klaus (you had exchanged numbers before he left). When you were done, you packed your things, paid your waitress and left the Grill.

You were barely out of the restaurant when a cloth was placed over your mouth, you struggled to free yourself from your assailant’s grip but it was too late, everything went black.


You woke up, your vision was blurry and there was a pain in your wrists, you were sitting on a chair. Your vision cleared up and you identified the room, it was the basement of the Salvatore boarding house.

Damon sat in a chair in front of you, “Hey there sleeping beauty.” He said.

“What the hell is this Damon?” you asked, shaking your hands that were tightly tied to the chair.

“Well, we wanted to bring Elena back by making a Hybrid bite me and make her feel again. But, to do but to do that and survive we need the cure.” He leaned towards you, “Guess who has it? Klaus Mikaelson. To get it, we sent Barbie, funny thing Klaus doesn’t have feelings for her anymore so I wonder, who could it be? And she tells me, that the whole time, he was texting someone named (Y/I). When we met up here to talk about Elena, you were texting someone.”

“Someone named Nick. Is who I saw you were texting.” Stefan interrupted, leaning onto the door frame.

“Now I don’t think that you wrote it the right way but, what are the chances?” Damon continued

“Nick is a childhood friend, from before I moved here. We keep in touch.” You snapped at them.

“That knows about the supernatural?” Stefan asked.

“He was the neighbor of a family composed of three witches and one of them was his best friend, I think he’d know.” You answered.

“That’s the thing, (Y/n). We also doubted, not wanting to kidnap you and then discover that you were innocent. So, we always looked at your phone, to see something that wasn’t right. Who is Bex?” Damon inquired.

“His little sister, she was a baby when I last saw her.” You told them confidently, “My turn, why isn’t my magic working?”

He grinned, “Ah, that is the work of your cousin, I told her that we were questioning a witch and needed this place witch-proofed. Of course, she doesn’t know that it’s you.”

Stefan spoke, “You do realize that we are vampires, right? We can hear your heartbeat.” Shit.

Damon raised something to your face, your phone, “What’s the password?” he asked, “We tried your birthday, didn’t work. We tried everything else that we could think of, nothing. Tell us.”

“Or what?” He threw you a warning look, “you get a bone broken.” He threatened.

“7439” you mumbled.

“Thank you (Y/n).” he smiled before dialing a number which you guessed was Klaus’s.

He stood up and smiled when an accented voice spoke, purposefully putting the phone on speaker phone, “Hello (Y/n), is everything okay?” he asked

“I think that everything is positively great. I have (Y/n), I need your blood, I suggest a trade.” He said, getting straight to the point.

Let her go.” He ordered sternly.

“How about… No. I want Elena back.” Damon countered.

Elena Gilbert stopped being my problem when she became a vampire.”

“Yes but, (Y/n) (L/n) started being your problem when the two of you fell for each other.”

Klaus stopped speaking for a few seconds. Tears had started falling down your face and your eyesight blurred again.

You heard a neck snap and a British spoke, “Bad move Salvatores.” Klaus. “I suggest you don’t do this again, or I’ll let my sister join me.” He told Damon before snapping his neck too.

He rushed over to you, cupping your face and wiping the tears away. He placed his hands on the cloth that was binding your left hand and ripped it, he moved onto your other hand.

“N-Nik, w-was it true?” you sniffled.

He freed your arm and started unbinding your legs, “Was what true, love?” he asked.

“Damon said that you fell for me, just like I did for you.” You declared nervously.

“He’s was right, how could I not he asked.” Picking you up bridal style.

“Really?” you said, still doubtful.

He didn’t speak, he leaned towards you, placing his soft pink lips onto yours. Even if it was just for a second, it felt magical. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and fireworks exploded across your lips. “Is this proof enough?” he smiled and you nodded. “Now, let’s go home.”

“Home?” you questioned unsure that you were safe in your old house.

“My house, you’re coming to live with me, love. Are you okay with that?”


Motivation (AJ Styles x Reader)

Context: Reader is married to AJ Styles, and they fight really badly, and then… Make up sex (rough sex).

**A/N: ** Requested by a lovely anon. First smut fic ever written. Main song playing in the background is “Motivation” by Kelly Rowland because it gets the juices flowing. Feedback is welcomed just in case I decide to write another one. Feel free to @ me all day, week, year, and century. Hopefully this one is rough enough.


Originally posted by p1styles

**Tags: ** @nickysmum1909 ; @the-geekgoddes ; @llowkeys ; @skrillexslays13 ; @livingthestrongstyle 

“Oh lover, don’t you dare slow down

Go longer, you can last more rounds

Push harder, you’re almost there now

So go lover, make mama proud….”

       Ever since AJ had come home the week earlier, the house had been a mess. Dishes in the sink, clothing on the floor: the list went on. I walked into our home, eleven o’clock in the dead of the night with AJ laying comfortably on the living room sofa fast asleep and snoring; the house was decorated in the exact same unkempt manner it has always been with him there.

      Making my way past the plates stacked on the coffee table, I shoved AJ out the chair and onto the cold hardwood floor beneath him.

       “What the actual fuck?” He yelled, pushing his brown hair out of his eyes; a definite sign of anger and frustration. AJ turned to face me, fuming shades of every red you can possibly imagine, and rose from the floor. “What’s your problem, huh?”

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Mess Up Miserably (Embry Call)

“Come on! Just talk to her!” Jacob told me.

“Yeah, she’s actually pretty cool.” Seth insisted. You were best friends with Leah so you and him were bound to grow closer.

I’d imprinted on you when you came to Sam and Emily’s looking for Leah. Now, both you and her were outside, you pleading with her to go shopping with you.

Hell, if she kept saying no, I would take you myself.

“Embry, you’ve been wanting to imprint for as long as I can remember and now you finally have!” Emily said, trying to reason with me.

“That’s exactly the problem! What if she wants nothing to do with me? I’ve wanted this for so long, what if I mess this up?“I asked, nervous as hell.

“Embry, listen to me, man. You’re either going to fail miserably and judging from the disgusting amount of sweat coming off of you, I do mean miserably, or you’re going to get everything you’ve ever wanted.” Quil said.

Everything went silent for a minute, everyone staring at Quil, surprised that he could actually say something so deep.

“What kind of Dr. Phil shit was that, Quil?” Paul asked, breaking the silence.

Everyone laughed, while I was actually taking the words of one of my best friends into consideration.

I got up abruptly, nerves in a bundle, nearly knocking over one of Emily’s chair.

Just then, Leah came walking in the door and I saw you getting into your car.

“You better go get her, man.” Jacob pushed.

I ran out the door and of course, I fell down the steps of the porch and basically face planted. I heard an audible nervous sigh come from inside the house.

“Damn, are you okay?” I heard you ask, gently grabbing my elbow to help me up.

"Oh, yeah. The only thing bruised is my dignity.” I said, getting up brushing myself off.

You laughed and I took that as a sign I wasn’t doing too bad.

"You got a little something right there,” you said, rubbing the dirt off of my cheek.

"I’m Embry, by the way.” I said, offering my hand to shake. That’s was the first time I realized how sweaty and dirty it actually was. I started to take my hand back, but you grabbed it before I could.

"I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” you said, and I knew I still hadn’t yet messed up miserably.

Never Enough Part 3

Summary: After attacking Stiles, the first boy you’ve ever loved, you finally discover that you’re a siren/angel. Your siren anchor is Isaac. Nobody knows who your angel anchor. Except you.

Ship: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader x Isaac Lahey

Warning: fluff, angst, swearing, bad ass reader, sad thoughts, mentions of blood, etc.

Tagging: @thegirlwiththestories @morganschiebel @fabulous-dani @milkywaygalaxygirl @nathaliabakes @graceburnell @allana5100 @bellamysterekblake @beingmadinwonderland

Notes: Gifs are not mine, credit to the owners. 

Your P.O.V

I press my hands against my dress for the fifteenth time. It was my piano recital and I was a nervous wreck. It was the same feeling every year. I texted Scott, Stiles and the Sheriff, to remind them. I was able to forget about all the bad things if I just.. played. And right now, I could use some normal in my life. Stiles hadn’t spoken to me since that night… two weeks ago. I didn’t expect him to forgive me in a day but two weeks felt a bit long. Not to mention, it hurt like hell. I push the thought out of my head. “And now, (Y/n) (Y/L/N), playing River Flows In You and Once Upon A December from Anastasia.” Oh, god! This was it. I took a deep breath and walked out onto the stage.

As I sat down, I couldn’t help but scan the crowd, in hopes to see the people I most wanted here. Scott and Mr. Stilinksi grinned up at me. Both their cameras on record. But, no Stiles.. I couldn’t help but frown a little. He never missed my concerts. However, due to the recent events, I see why he didn’t show up. But then, I noticed someone I never thought I’d see. Isaac.. He smiled up at me, giving me a thumbs up. I couldn’t help but blush at the remembrance of that night. We were cuddled up against one another. I tore my gaze away and began. When I started to play, a tense hush fell over the crowd. It was as if they latched onto each note I played. It was a warm and fantastic feeling. Something I didn’t realize I needed. It was like taking a deep breath of fresh air.

When I played the last cord, I realized my hands were shaking with adrenaline. Everyone stood up, cheering loudly. Scott, Isaac and Mr. Stilinski were the loudest, without a doubt. “WOOHOO! THAT’S MY GIRL!” The sheriff exclaimed. I could have sworn he was getting teary eyed. When I glanced at Scott, he had a look of pure brotherly pride. Isaac however, his gaze was filled with pure adoration. I bow before making my way off the stage. They turned on the house lights. I made my way over to my family. Not my birth one, they, my father, didn’t care. He was constantly gone for work. My real family, was the Mccalls and the Stilinski’s. When I reached them, the sheriff proudly picked me up, spinning me around. I couldn’t help but giggle. 

After he put me down, Scott pulled me into a warm hug. “I’m so proud of you! You were fantastic!” Once he let go, I glanced up at Isaac, blushing. “What’re you doing here?” He shrugged, trying to act cool. “Scott told me you playing. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Immediately, I blushed, scratching the back of my neck. “Thanks. That means a lot.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets, biting the edge of his lips. “You were phenomenal, by the way.” I giggle. “Thanks.” Before the conversation could get anymore awkward, Mr. Stilinski wrapped his arms around us. “You know what this calls for? A celebratory dinner! On me!” Scott and Isaac beamed. “Free food?! Sounds good to me!” Scott and the sheriff walked a few steps ahead of us while Isaac walked with me. 

“Uhh- (Y/n)-” He coughs to clear his throat. “Will you- can I, uhh sit next to you at dinner?” He asked, sheepishly. Grinning, my heart leaped. “Uh- yeah. I’d love that.” I wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about Isaac. I mean, he’s one of my anchors. I thought he was attractive even before this whole situation began. But, then again, I was also still trailing behind Stiles. Honestly, I didn’t know how to take this. It’s not like Stiles will ever care about me, let alone look at me. Hell, he still hasn’t said a word to me since that night. I felt horrible. I sent him a text before the performance. As we sat down at the diner, I couldn’t help but glance at my phone, in hopes for something, anything. I frown, nothing. 

Isaac notices my sudden lack of joy, nudging my shoulder, slightly. It makes me giggle. After we order, my face is buried in my hands, completely embarrassed about the story the sheriff was telling. “She was so mad at the boys for taking her painting! She was so pissed, she scared the boys half to death!-” I scoff. “I did not!” He threw his back, laughing. “You so did! The boys did your work for a week and every time you came in our house, you acted like a princess. If it wasn’t your way, you would have a fit!” I giggled at the memory. Scott looked between Mr. Stilinski and I, smiling. Isaac however, his eyes never left my face, his arm over my chair, inches from my shoulder. 

The thought made me blush. (Y/n), calm down, Jesus. Who says you even need a man?! Stop it! Focus on yourself! I nod my head, sort of to myself, as if I was confirming in-dependency. After dinner, I hugged Scott and Isaac goodbye. My embrace lingered on Isaac, slightly. I thanked Mr. Stilinski again for coming before I changed and made my way up onto the roof. Phone in my shakey hand. I decide to call again. “Hi, this is Stiles Stilinski! You’ve reached my voice-mail!” The batman theme played in the background. I couldn’t help but smile. “Oh! Sorry, that’s my cue, just leave me a message after the beep! I’ll be sure to get back to it!” 

The second it beeps, I start. “Hey, Stiles..” I pause, warily. “Stiles, I am so sorry.. Please talk to me.. I’m going crazy. Just say something.. I get that you’re pissed at me. You have every right to be. But I can’t function without you. You’re my-” I pause, gulping. “My best friend..” I cough to cover my sniffles. “I-uh had my piano recital tonight.. Your dad came.. I didn’t see you there.. You never miss my recitals..” I pause again, trying to find the right words to say. “I sucked.. haha.. completely bombed the whole thing.. In fact, I threw punch at one of the performers.. haha.. Look, I, I’m sorry, Stiles. Goodbye.” And then, I hung sighing quietly to myself. I leaned against my chair, propping my feet up on the ledge. 

The stairs above twinkled, as if they were teasing me. I sigh quietly to myself. All of a sudden, something in the distance caught my eye. Brows furrowed, I stood up from my chair. Water. The lake, not too far from my house. Five minute walk, tops. I turn over my shoulder, glancing back at my empty room. Just do it. Go. It was as if a voice were persuading me to be free by the lake. It actually made sense though. My dark, harpies like features, were just the first stage to being a siren. I felt it now. The real power, the pull towards the water. Fuck it. I slipped on some shoes, grabbing a towel from my house before I made my way there. It was a strange feeling. A good one. The closer I got, the more comfortable I became. Walking on the bridge, I sit down and take off my shoes, letting my feet play with the cool refreshing water. 

The stars reflected it, giving it a nice hue. The air was warm but the feeling felt cool and fresh. All of a sudden, the water under me hardened. Brows furrowed and filled with curiosity, I put more pressure on it. It stays solid. Cautiously, I hold onto the railing as I stick both my feet in the water. I let go, standing tall. I walk a way from the dock. I’m walking on water. “Holy shit..” Every step I take, I take with care. I could fall in at any moment. But I don’t. My siren side won’t let me. Run. A voice whispers in my head. I give into the temptation, smiling. I run across the water, laughing loudly. Twirling and dancing around, I yell. “SUCK IT, JESUS! TWO CAN PLAY AT THIS GAME! HAHA!” 

At this point, I’m practically frolicking on the lake. I kneel in the water, swishing my hand back and forth, I gasp. The water follows my hand, rising up as I put my hand out in front of me. The water moved around me. Eyes blown eyed, I furrow my brows in concentration. Otter. I thought. And then, there it was. Right there in front of me, I giggle as it kisses my nose before jumping back into the water.

Glancing at the dark substance below my feet, I’m tempted to jump in. Tempted to feel the cold water. I give in, closing my eyes before falling back, crashing into it. It feels like a breath of fresh air. And it was because I could breath perfectly. I swam better than I ever had before in my whole life. It was incredible. It was all so easy. After god knows how long, I hopped out, feeling different, better. I dried off with the towel. Grazing over my gills. I smiled when it touched them, it tickled. I grab my shoes and head home. The sun started to come up. I was out all night. However, I didn’t feel the least bit tired. I was up to the brim with energy. 

That morning, I head to my locker, waving at Isaac, Allison and Scott, on the way in. After grabbing my things, I head to English. Stiles sat next to Lydia, glancing up at me, only to look away. Pain. A sharp pain collides with my chest at that small action. I take a seat behind Scott. He gives me a reassuring smile before looking forward. Allison entered, seconds later, eyeing the only seat left. Right in front of Scott. “Is this seat-?” She asks, awkwardly. He sputters, shaking his head. “Nope, no. It’s uh- It’s all yours.” I cover my mouth to hide my laugh. Almost immediately, Scott gets up to leave. We start class but I can’t help but feel something out of the ordinary. 

I sit up straighter, fists clenched. Stiles noticed my reaction but didn’t further acknowledge. Which kinda hurt. I tore my gaze away from him, rolling my eyes at his childish attitude. And then, all of a sudden, a bird ran into the window, blood spattered slightly. Jennifer, our English teacher, gasps. She practically jumps out her skin when five more slam against the glass. Stiles and I stood up from our seats, taking a step towards the window, gawking. And then, hundreds, if not thousands of birds crashed through the windows. The kids around us screamed and cried out in pain. The birds clawed and slashed their young faces. 

Automatically, I cover Stiles and another boy, wrapping my arms around them, protectively. Stiles.. went to Lydia.. like always.. I have never been more angry at the two of them in my whole life. But no matter how mad I was, I wanted, no, needed to protect him. I haven’t told Scott about my theory about Stiles being my angel anchor but in this moment, I knew, deep down, that I was. I just knew. I lift my head, glaring at the birds. They either leave or die on impact. We eventually stand up and re-cooperate. He checks on Lydia first. I grit my teeth, rolling my eyes. I will never be enough in his eyes. But none of this is new. We look at each other for the first  time in god knows how long. I couldn’t exactly decipher his facial features like I normally would. 

It seemed as though it was a mix of emotions: sadness; for not talking to me, anger; for me almost killing him, happiness; to see his best friend again, all of it or none of it. I wasn’t sure anymore. Maybe it was because I protected him? As a guardian angel would. Guardian angel. Oh my god. I tear my gaze away from Stiles, muttering to the two of them. “You okay?” Lydia nodded, kind of shakey due to the events but I could tell she felt calm because of my voice. It was almost reassuring. I couldn’t hate Lydia. Of course, she did things I hated but she was just as hidden and broken as anyone else. Stiles muttered, so quietly it was almost inaudible. “Yeah, I’m alright.” 

But as he spoke, he barely looked at me. That’s it. I am so done sulking over him. “Forget it. Whenever-” I grab my black jacket, practically fuming. “you stop acting like a child and grow a vag, come call me. I’m done sulking over someone who isn’t worth my time.” He winced as I turned over my shoulder and walked out. It was meant to hurt because he hurt me. I ran through my hair, breathing heavily through my nose. I was done. No, you’re not. A voice whispers back at me. I don’t agree but I don’t disagree, either. Mentally, I was done. But my heart was anything but. 

Third P.O.V

Stiles and Scott walked side by side to the party. Heather’s, Stiles’ childhood friend’s, party, to be exact. Stiles was excited to see his old friend, excited to get away from Lydia and (Y/n). Even though, he felt horrible. Scott, despite his strong attempts, continued to sulk over his first love, Allison. “Stop that.” Stiles said to his best friend. Scott looked at him, wide eyed, as if he were caught doing something he shouldn’t have. “Stop what?” He asks, innocently. Stiles scoffs at him. “You know what?! Stop being sad about Allison! Tonight, we party! No Allison, no Lydia-” Scott nodded. “and no (Y/n).” Scott’s eyes went wide in brotherly confusion. 

“Seriously?! She didn’t know how to control it and you’re still pissed at her?! It’s been two weeks?! Oh, by the way, I’m still pissed you the concert! You know how much that means to her. It broke her heart! And you know what’s the best part about the whole situation, you’re not pissed at her! You stopped being mad at her three days after the incident! So, why are you actually not talking to her?!” Scott rarely got mad at Stiles. But when it came to his practically adopted sister, (Y/n), he would rain hell upon anyone and everyone. It was now Stiles’ turn to be wide eyed and caught in a lie. After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke. “Okay, okay! I was mad at how close she’s gotten with Isaac. He’s gonna take her away from me. She’s my-” He pauses. “my best friend.” 

Scott notices the pause, eyeing him, suspiciously. Stiles rubs the back of his head, walking towards the door. “Look, I’ll talk to (Y/n) tomorrow and apologize, but tonight is about us and forgetting our problems. Okay?” Scott nodded, knowing he wasn’t gonna let Stiles get off that easily. (Y/n) was his sister afterall. The next day at school, the boys found out Heather was taken. Stiles was completely distraught, having already made up with (Y/n), like he promised, she helped him calm down. But she was mad, mad that he almost had sex with an old friend without using his head to think. Like a guy, he used his dick instead of his brain. Scott reassured her that nothing happened between the two of them. However, it still hurt. But what made her more frustrated, was that Stiles waited two weeks to talk to her, solely because he was afraid he’d lose her, not knowing he was the one pushing her away. 

Your P.O.V

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We all met up at Deaton’s to find out what Isaac can remember. Derek was looking for Boyd and Erica and thought Isaac could remember via being to the point of almost dead, which didn’t reassure me in the slightest. I grabbed the last of the ice, turning the corner, only to find Isaac completely shirtless. I can’t help but gawk. He was toned, beyond so. He was built and chiseled to godlike perfection. Shoulders carved and stomach like a washboard, I can’t help but flush. He was gorgeous. And then, a voice broke my gaze. “(Y/n)?!” I look up to see Scott snap his fingers in front of me. “You okay? You dropped the ice?” I glance down to see the bag on the floor, like he said. 

I scoff, trying to gather myself. “Pff, yeah, I knew that!” Squatting, I pick up the ice bag and hand it to Derek, not daring to look at Isaac, too embarrassed to. I look at Stiles in hopes for some comfort. Oh, how wrong I was. He glared daggers at Isaac, practically fuming with rage. He continued to glare as Isaac as he sat down in the penetratingly cold water. Derek and Scott took their positions. “Ready?” Deaton asked. The young boy gulped, nervously. “(Y/n)-” He sticks his hand out, I grab it, despite Stiles’ glare. “I won’t leave you.” I say, which seems to sooth him. Then they push him down. He thrashes against the force and pressure. 

It takes everything in me to not look away. He practically begs me to stop, in fear of the reminder of being taken. I kiss his hand, which calms him, slightly. He starts spewing out information. But it wasn’t enough for Derek. He pushes him down further. Almost immediately, my inner siren breaks out. I use the water to push Derek away. Not enough to do damage but just to push away. Isaac jumps out of the water, shaking. I grab a towel, wrapping it around him, soothingly. Derek takes a step forward, I stand up, hand still intertwined with Isaac’s. I glare back at him, practically growling. Half of my body shifted into a siren. The other half, being touched by Isaac, was human. 

No matter how much he tried to hide it, Derek looked scared. “Come near him again, see was happens.” I growl, lowly, at him. He doesn’t move. Wise decision. When I look back at my hand, latched to Isaac, he smiles and I feel my siren side subside. He brushes his thumb against my hand. It brings me more comfort than anything. He clears his throat. “So, what did you find?” Stiles cleared his throat, stepping forward, looking anywhere but our hands. “You said they were trapped in a bank.” I look at him with a reassure, non-verbal, smile. It was as if he understood I was never gonna stop being his friend. It calmed him, slightly. “You also said someone else was in the vault.” Derek pressed. Scott asked, perplexed. “Who?” Isaac shook his head. “I don’t know.” 

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“Kiss Me” Benny The Jet Imagine

Request: “ Can I request a Benny Rodriguez (the sandlot) imagine where you’re dating Benny and Smalls is your little sister and all the other guys think you’re really hot and they tease Benny when they see a hickey on your neck? Thanks love!!”

Word Count: 942

Warnings: None

A/N: I changed it up a bit. I hope you still like it!

The yelling of baseball terms filled my ears as I entered the sandlot to grab my brother, Scotty “Smalls”. He neglected to do some of his chores before leaving to go play baseball with all these dweebs. I scan the field until I spot my brother, my twin brother. He may be older than me by a minute and twelve seconds, but I’m a lot more mature and responsible compared to him. My eyes locked on my brother.

“SCOTTY!” I yelled at the top of my lungs

Everyone jumped and looked towards me, they stared like they’ve never seen a girl before. I’ve never been here when people were actually playing, and I’ve never met these kids before. They huddled together while I just stared at them and crossed my arms against my chest. They kept looking up at me, it was kind of creeping me out.


My brothers starts to jog toward me and I start heading towards home again.

“Why is mom mad at me?” He questioned as he tilted his head

“You forgot to put the dishes away, put the towels back, and grab your laundry.” 

We got to the house and Scotty wanted to say something but then continued to avoid the subject.

I was in bed in my pajamas reading a magazine when I heard a knock on my door.

“Who is it?”


“Come in.” I said as I sat up and put the magazine down.

He closed my door and pulled up a chair next to my bed.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“This is gonna be weird…” He said as he started trailing off.

“Just spit it out.”

“Me and the boys were talking.. actually, they were just asking me about you…’


“They think you’re hot…and they want you to come to the sandlot tomorrow…” He said as he started to rub the back of his neck.”

“Yeah….. I’ll come. But this was a very weird way of asking me.” I chuckled.

He left my room and I turned off my lamp and fell asleep.

*The next day*

We ate breakfast, did our chores, then headed to the sandlot. We talked about how all his friends thought I was hot.

“Did you explain that we’re twins?” I said as a chuckle escaped my lips.

“Nope, you called me over before I could even mention it.”

We laughed about this whole ordeal all the way to the sandlot. Everyone was already huddled up. Scotty made his way to his friends and I made my way to the sidelines. I watched their game as each of them tried their hardest to flirt and impress me.

Minutes and then hours went by. Eventually the baseball game came to an end and we all made our way to the best pizzeria in town.

They were all flirting with me the entire way there, except Benny. Come to think of it, he hasn’t said a word to me all day.

We ordered our pizza and the one vital question popped up.

“So, Y/N. How much older than Smalls are you?” Ham asked.

Scotty and I looked at each other and gulped.

“Actually…” I cleared my throat. “He’s older than me… by one minute and twelve seconds… Scotty and I are twins…”

Everyone’s jaws dropped, except Benny’s, he just clenched his jaw. Scotty and I shot each other a look that was worth more than a thousand words.

No one knew how to react. Everyone was confused.

Squints was the first one to break the silence.

“So, Y/N, how is hot babe like you the younger twin of a dweeb like that?”

This set off a whole conversation of being a twin that my brother and I were not expecting.

We ate delicious pizza and discussed love life, twin life, and summer plans.

The sun was just about to kiss the horizon and we all decided to go home. Benny and I stayed behind to clean up our stall a tad bit.

“You didn’t talk much, if at all today.” I said as we left the shop.

Still, nothing.

We made our way onto the stone bridge separating our part of town from main street.

I leaned against the rail of the bridge.

“What do I need to do get you to talk?’

“Kiss me.” He finally said.


“Kiss me.”

I leaned in and our lips touched. My heart fluttered with content. New sensations danced around my body.

Benny’s lips trailed to my neck, eventually finding my sweet spot. 

After what seemed like hours, we talked about our life as we walked to our houses. He liked me and I liked him.

I went to bed one happy girl that night.

*Next day*

I woke up at noon. panicking until I remembered that my parents went on a lunch date and Scotty and his friends went to the pool.

I’m not much of a swimmer so I ate lunch and walked all the way down to the town pool.

I enter through the dressing room and I look at the mirror and see three hickies on my neck.

“Well damn…” I thought to myself.

I make my way to my brother and his friends and before I could even announce my presence, Squints made an announcement.

“Damn Y/N who sucked your neck?”

Both Benny and I blushed heavily and the boys started hollering and teasing us for what seemed like hours.

Man, this was going to be a long summer.

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New York // Part 2

omg it took me ages to write this and idek why. it’s not the best, it’s actually really short and the reason why it’s like that is because i felt like i was dragging it out tooooooooo long and that just makes stuff not enjoyable. i’m sorry i took ages and it’s not even up to standards smh but i really wanted to give you guys somet!! if you have any ideas regarding what i should write about next, preferably not something that i will take ages to write lmao, then please leave them in the message box thing. ummmm, not much else to say so i hope you’s kinda like it? you don’t have to, you can tell me if it’s shite lmao. also i’m really sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, i didn’t proof read bc i wanted it out for you lads as soon as i could! OH ONE MORE QUESTION. do you’s prefer longer or shorter one shots? just so when it comes to writing them i have an idea of what to include and stuff. 
lotta love, xoxo -b

part 1 if you haven’t read it yet here 💗

I was in the shower for probably at least 45 minutes after I woke up from the longest nap ever. It wasn’t my intention to stay in bed until 6 pm however I couldn’t do anything about it. I was tired and although I knew that it didn’t help my jetlag at all I just slept anyway.

Once I was out of the shower, dry and feeling comfortable in my pair of black leggings and baggy shirt I laid back down on the bed. My phone was charging which confused me for a minute because I didn’t remember putting it on the bed side table or even taking it out of my pocket. Then I suddenly realised that it must have been Harry who put me to bed properly and sorted my stuff out as well.

Sighing, I took my phone off of the charger and pressed the middle button which caused the screen to light up. As I scrolled down on the locked screen I saw a whole lot of messages from my mum, my dad, and my mates and if I saw correctly even Harry’s name popped up as well.

I didn’t pay much attention to them because as soon as I unlocked my phone I somehow instantly forgot about the messages. After I finished my daily routine of going through all of my social media accounts which mainly consisted of Instagram and Twitter I decided it was time to show my face. And to be honest, I was rather bored as well. Not to mention my hunger which didn’t seem to fade.

Although when I got downstairs I found myself on my own, it was as if I was the only one living here. I didn’t know where Harry was though he probably told me about it in his text which I never read. Oh well – I thought as I made my way towards the kitchen and opened up the fridge door. It was full of food.

But it was full of healthy food.

Then I found some chocolate yogurt and a smile creeped its way onto my lips. I took it out of the fridge without any hesitation, taking a spoon out of the drawers as well then sat down on the bar stool chairs. My eyes were probably shining like the stars on a night sky while my mouth was watering but just as I was about to eat the first spoonful of desert, Harry stumbled in the house.

First I thought he was drunk or something but then I saw the bags in his hands. His sunglasses were low on his nose, it was about to fall off actually, his shirt was wide open on his chest and his jeans were hanging down on his waist as well.

Basically, he was a mess.  

I raised my eyebrows as I put the spoon in my mouth and ate what was on it, not minding one bit that he just came back. He didn’t seem bothered and he sure as hell wasn’t expecting me to actually get up because he knew me too well.

“Are you still hungry?” he asked me a few minutes later when I had finished my yogurt. He was still putting the things he bought away and right up until the question slipped past his lips, we were both extremely quiet.

Maybe a bit too quiet.

“Umm,” I muttered as I turned around with my chair, leaning back on the counter with my elbows. “Depends what you bought.”

“Just some stuff,” he shrugged then when he turned around he looked at me with a questioning look on his face. Arching my brow, which seemed to be the only facial expression I’ve shown since I woke up, I waited for him to carry on but instead he just looked away while messing with the shopping bags.

“Why are you being so awkward?” I asked him finally, a laugh escaping my lips although I didn’t find the situation funny.

“I’m not being awkward. I don’t know what you’re on about,” he scoffed. “The jetlag must be hitting you and your little nap probably didn’t help you.”

“Are you seriously gonna be acting like a dick to me because I was moody on the way back from the airport?” my voice got stronger and louder as I stayed sat down. I tried not to let my emotions show on my face but I totally failed. I always did so I wasn’t surprised. “I’m so sorry I was tired, hungry and stressed.”

“Well, I was tired, hungry and stressed as well yet I put a smile on my face because I finally got to see you after ages.”

“I’m sorry you felt like that, okay? And I didn’t ask you to force a smile on your face, hell, I-, I don’t even know-, gosh, do we really have to argue?”

“I’m not arguing-,”

“Well then shut your mouth and give me a hug. You didn’t hug me since that awkward one at the airport where everyone was looking.”

A sigh left his mouth as he looked to the side. I saw as he swallowed then shut his eyes and let another sigh out before he concentrated on me with his eyes again.

“Okay, don’t give me a hug then, that’s fine too,” I gave up as I slipped off of the chair. I chucked the spoon in the sink then did the same to the empty yogurt box.

“Baby, look-,” he started to talk as I was about to leave the kitchen but his voice stopped me. I didn’t turn around, hoping he’d carry on with what he wanted to say but the room was dead silent.  

“Do you want me to stay here at all or should I just get my shit and leave?”

“Listen, I’m sorry-,”


“I am, I just-, I’m stressed, and I don’t know where my head’s at. I have my first solo performance in like hours, well, tomorrow night, but still. I’m nervous as hell and it didn’t help that I made you so angry when we were in the car.”

“I know you’re stressed and I know how it feels to be like that. You feel like you’re lost as if there’s no way out and you’re just stuck in one place. You don’t know what to do to get over yourself and your problems until you have a big crying session or talk it out with someone. So I don’t think it helps that you’re so distant, and that you made me so angry? When? You were being nice to me and I just flipped because I was not in the mood. You did nothing wrong.”

“Well, then why do I feel like I upset you? You said I was being awkward then I was acting like a dick towards you just now. What am I supposed to think?” his voice was desperate and lost, my heart suddenly started to ache for him and my actions spoke louder than my words could.

As I walked back to him I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly, making sure I did my best to collect all of his pieces that were not stuck together to make him his perfect self. I absolutely hated seeing him in a bad shape and no matter what he did or did not do I couldn’t just stand there and let him be.

Which might not be always beneficial and it may make me look absolutely weak when it comes to him I had to accept it.

Almost right as I hugged him, his arms wrapped around my neck and his head rested on top of mine, making sure our bodies basically moulded into one.

“I love you. I’m sorry I’m such a mess,” he whispered into my hair, his soft voice full of emotions making my heart beat faster and goose bumps arise on my arms.

“I love you and please don’t say that. You’re not a mess.”

“I am a mess though and you know it too,” he sighed as he slightly pulled away, shoving one of his hands through this short hair.

“Well then in that case, you are my mess,” I winked at him as I got on the tip of my toes to press a light kiss on his lips.

He smiled which made me smile and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around his neck this time and jump into his arms. Thankfully, he held on to me so I didn’t fall, a soft chuckle leaving his irresistible lips while his eyes were shining brighter than anything I have ever seen before.

“I’m sorry about my attitude before,” I told him as I hid my face in the crook of his neck. My grip was tight on him, my fingers formed into a fist as I locked my arms around Harry’s neck.

“Don’t worry about it, love,” he said and he suddenly started to walk out of the kitchen.

We didn’t go far, just to the couch in the living room where he sat down with me in his arms then I ended up sitting on his lap with my legs on each side of his waist.

“So you’ll come and see me, right?” he asked me a few minutes after he was just staring at me but not in a creepy way. He did that sometimes and I didn’t mind it because I knew he gave me his full attention and I loved it.

Now that might have sounded uptight and kind of selfish, it was the truth plus I didn’t mean it in that sense.

“Yes,” I said right away. “I mean if you want me to, it’s up to you.”

“I want you to,” he nodded. “Actually, I need you to come with me,” he laughed. “M’gonna be doing these skits and I need you to be there not to mention I’m performing a new song.”

“Which one?” I asked him curiously. I haven’t exactly heard his full album yet only because I told him I want it to be a surprise.

He actually really wanted me to listen to it then after I told him I wanted to wait for the actual release date he kinda got onto my idea. Of course he showed me snippets here and there because he knew how curious I was all of the time but I’m also way too stubborn so I wouldn’t just ask him to show me stuff.

“The only one you heard. Apart from Sign of the Times.”

“Ever Since New York?” I asked again just to make sure I was thinking about the right one.

I knew of the titles of the songs but I didn’t listen to them.

“Yeah,” a small smile made its way onto his lips. I couldn’t help myself as I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against his in a soft peck, his right hand came in contact with my cheek as he rested it on my face while our lips were touching. “I’m very happy you are here.”

“I’m very happy to be here.”

“Good,” he chuckled. “I missed having you around.”

“I bet you did,” I joked which to he raised one of his eyebrows and pouted at the same time. “I think I missed you too.”

“What do you mean you think? Aren’t you supposed to know that?”

“I don’t know, am I?”

“Um, yes?”

“Well, I don’t,” I shrugged as I kept on messing around with him and eventually got off his lap.

My legs were still on his thighs but I was sitting on the couch, right next to him. He took advantage of this position as he leaned into me, resting his head on my shoulder and placing his hands on my legs. They were warm and big and it made the butterflies in my stomach come to live as he rested his hands on my thighs. He just had that effect on me and it was lovely really.

“I’m just messing with you, I missed you more than you’ll ever know,” I said suddenly as I hugged his bicep tightly and pressed a few kisses on his chin as his head was still leaning on my shoulder.

Wiser (4/??)

ivar x blind!reader x sigurd.

honestly, i know exactly where i’m going with and at the same time i don’t and it hurts.

just to clarify, which i hope i did here, the relationship between sigurd and reader is strictly platonic, just not as strong as he wants it to be, and it upsets him.

yoyo: @nothingbuthappydays, @ivartrash, @tiyetiye i told you more sigurd was coming, @alyeska-j, @alexa040004 and i’m pretty sure that’s everyone.

here’s part 4!!! yay!!! i might put 5 up tonight unless i drown myself in the shower first!!! yayyyyyyY!!Y!Y!Y!Y!Y! these just get worse as i go on.

warnings: you’re blind.

Clicking your tongue, the tip of your ghosted along the fine string, giving it a pluck. Your face twisted as a very unpleasant noise pierced your ear. “This is stupid,” You spoke lowly, trying it again, yet earning the same result.

You could almost hear the roll in his eyes, suddenly feeling the heavy instrument taken from your hands, leaving your grasp cold. Listening to him set it down against the leg of your table, he always enjoyed pointing out the obvious to you. “You were the one that wanted to try it.”

“It is still stupid.” Came your tight reply, crossing your arms, your head turned away from him stubbornly. Ivar’s words rung in your head about how much a child you act, and your mouth twitched.

A breathless chuckle, and you were sure he was shaking his head. “Just because you cannot grasp something does not mean it is stupid,” Narrowing your eyes, your body shifted quickly, the furs under your bottom twisting with the movement. You had a feeling “Perhaps you are stupid.”

Rolling your jaw, you worked out your shoulders, turning away from him once more. “I invite you into my house–“ He began to laugh, his chair creaking and feet scuffing the floor. You tried not show a sign of weakness, but your resolve slowly broke. “–and this is how you repay my gratitude. You insult me.”

His laughter died to nothing, and for a moment your cabin felt cold despite the fire in your hearth that he had graciously chopped wood for. The prince got you enough to last a few days actually, and in return, you fed him and kept him company for a while. “You’re right,” he agreed, your brow quirked. “With the rare times you invite me here, I should be more appreciative.”

Sigurd – “

Just stop,” It felt like an actual order, and if his voice hadn’t been as soft, you wouldn’t have known better. A tick in your jaw, and you squared, your leg beginning to bounce. “I already know what you’re going to say.”

The wood continued to crack as it burned, the smell of it suddenly unsettling you, your gut tightening as a reaction. You felt uneasy. Something felt wrong. Perhaps you just felt guilty. For years the fair-haired prince had tried desperately to walk by your side, to make you smile, even going as far as trying to braid your hair one day when you were little babes. Placing your hands flat on the furs under you, your pushed yourself to your feet, cold contrasting on your feet. “I care for you.”

A sharp exhale, the sound of something tapping against the table top. You heard him swallow, and you felt the need to do so as well, your mouth running dry. “No. Not like you do for him…”

You fist clenched, some fabric of your dress curling into it, keeping your nails from leaving marks. Why you continued to let this happen, you couldn’t say. A part of you wondered if it would be healthier to cut off your companionship with Sigurd, but you were selfish, and a part cruel like the boy you had let seep into your heart. You did not want to feel alone, and there were times that Ivar could not be with you, and you were tired of slipping into a mental darkness beyond the one you saw. It was all you knew, all you understood, and perhaps you were a monster for allowing it to go on this way with Sigurd, considering you knew how much it upset him.

No,” Came your truthful reply, your fingers twitching and curling deeper. It felt like you weren’t receiving air anymore. “Not like I do for him.”

The prince tried so hard to be patient with you, and you could understand his emotions. He let out another empty laugh, his hand lightly slapping the table. His own mother, someone that was supposed to love and cherish him had chosen his younger brother to coddle him, a boy who was strong enough to hold himself up even without legs, when she had another who was crumbling. He tried so hard to find that in you, to find a safe-haven in your heart, being older than him it was like he tried to recreate the love he never got Aslaug.

Despite the fact he was so mean to Ivar, something that you had trouble tolerating, but a small part of you could see reason, you would have been grateful to give the boy the love that he deserved. But a damaged heart was hard to split in three, when the only half that’s remaining is very small. Taking care of yourself was already a task at hand that drained you, that made you want to stay under your furs and allow yourself to rot away until the mice were nibbling at your carcass.

“Is it because I am… not like you?” His voice just barely reached your ears.

You flinched, as though he had screamed at the top of his lungs, your thumb drawing mindless patterns into your palm.  “You don’t want to be like me, Sigurd…”

He would never understand

Your eyes widened, your hands flying up to grasp at him as you felt large hands cup over your skull. Forcing your step backwards, his feet moving forward, you almost tripped until your back softly met the wall. You knew he would never physically hurt you, but a part of you trusted no one else completely. “I wish you would tell me what goes through your head – tell me like you do him.”

“He is the only one crazy enough to understand.”

When you were with Ivar, you could see.

Byron: Unhinged

Did anyone else enjoy how petulant Byron was in his Princess Crisis event story?

He’s usually just there being completely perfect, even impassive at times.

But here, we see a different side to him. We get to experience him as he normally isn’t: worried, fearful, ecstatic– a whole different range of emotions.

I mean, he’s throwing curve balls straight out the gate. We learn that he never once had a vacation that he enjoyed:

Wait, what?

Someone slap the king with first class tickets to the tropics! Fetch the sun tan lotion! Get this man a Mai Tai! He’s fading fast!

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My Fault- Dave Hodgman

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Dave x Reader

Words- 1,275


AN- So I really needed to write something else for Dave week that @ninja-stiles and I are hosting and angst was all i was in the mood for so i’m apologizing ahead of time. I wrote this in like an hour and its just a drabble. Its not my favorite (like at all, i actually hate it) but it will do. ENJOY ;)


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You were sitting on your couch with your boyfriend Dave watching a movie, a bowl of popcorn in between you. You both were more concentrated on your phones than the movie but you didn’t really mind. You were scrolling through Instagram and he was doing god knows what, but whatever it was, was annoying because his phone kept vibrating.

“Why does your phone keep vibrating” you inquired. He didn’t take his gaze off of his phone to look at you but instead just mumbled a quick “I’m taking to a friend.” Dave didn’t have a lot of friends and the few that he did have didn’t seem like the ones who would be blowing up his phone. “Which one?” You asked. You suspicions were taking over and your mind was being plagued with question after question. “Uhh, Aubrey” he stated, his gaze still transfixed on the tiny screen in his hands. “AS IN YOUR EX AUBREY?” you shouted. By now you were furious. Why was he texting his ex? What could he possibly want from her.

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The Enterprise crew as (extremely) drunk

Kirk: Flirts with a plant and gets upset when it says no, but in the next day, wake up in a unknown bed at a unknown house hugging a bottle full of Mexican beans

Spock: Gets mad when, according to him, “this place is too yellow!” or “I CAN’T SIT DOWN! My chair isn’t straight”

Bones: Sings “Ocean man” 74 times and cries more and more when the chorus repeat

Scotty: “Look at that! That’s gorgeous! Oh, if I had one I’d never let go! Oh my God, look at this shape” at the soda dispenser machine

Sulu: Everyone thinks he’s sleeping, but he’s actually paying attention to everything that’s happen- “Pick up that can and put it on the trash, you dirty bastard”

Chekov: “Want to see a magic trick?” then he flips a card “is this your card?” the other person shakes their had, negatively “OF COURSE NOT” as if he already knew it

Uhura: Dances wildly thinking she’s just perfect but actually she looks like a birb agonizing in the song’s rytim

Chapel: “Alcohol is bad for your-” drinks vodka in a sippy cup “-organs”



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*has not been proof read yet, sorry for the wait! * x

“Come on sweetheart; don’t give me the silent treatment!” Negan pleaded with you, sitting with your arms crossed and gazing out of the window. You continued to look out of the window, knowing you have to stand your ground firmly to get Negan to understand. “Did you hear something Carl? I swear I heard something, I just don’t know what it is.” You commented, making Carl roll his eyes. Sat between Negan and his sister was proving to be the most uncomfortable situation he had found himself in, it was bad enough he had to sit next to the man he tried to shoot less than two hours ago but it was made even worse because of the argument going on. “Y/N, it doesn’t matter anymore.” He tried to reason with his sister but was brought to a halt when she snapped around to look at him. “No Carl, he shouldn’t have said what he said and he knows that.” Briefly looking towards Negan, and then turning back to the window. “I said I was sorry to the kid Y/N! What more can I do, wife?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes at his ignorance. “Not say it in the first place, husband.” Now it was time for Negan to roll his eyes.

“Against the grain, kid… always against the grain.” Negan lowly laughed, dragging the razor across his skin. You stood behind him, Carl and Judith watching Negan intensely. Carl already felt uncomfortable with Negan being around his baby sister, feeling like he needed to be alert in case he tried anything. “Darlin’, pass me that towel.” Negan held his arm out, palm open waiting to receive the white towel from his wife. You picked up the towel off the rack, walking towards your husband; you pulled him around to face you. You began to pat dry his face, making sure to get the left over water and shaving cream. “You done being mad at me, sweetheart?” He asked a smirk present on his lips. You looked into his eyes, small smile on your face. “Now, how can I stay mad at that face.” You teased, caressing his face with your hand, giving a small squeeze. “Back in the good books kid, looks like sex is not off the table tonight.” He lowly chuckled, looking over at Carl. You wished he wouldn’t be so vulgar in front of your family. Carl picked up Judith, taking her to the kitchen to watch over the pasta that was cooking. “I’m going to miss your beard.” You sighed, eyes trailing over where it used to be. “I had to shave that shit, baby.” You ran your hands around his shoulders, joining them together at his neck. “That’s unfortunate, I loved the way it felt scraping my thighs.” You smirked, giving him a kiss before walking out of the bathroom. Negan watched you as you walked away, hips moving from side to side. “Control yourself.”

“Damn, that smells good. Baby, come and taste this.” Negan heavily sniffed the air, taking in the aroma of the bolognaise cooking. He took the wooden utensil out of the pan, holding it up with the sauce in the spoon, turning towards you. He raised the spoon, towards your mouth. You wrapped your lips around the spoon, tasting the red sauce. “You never told me you could cook Negan.” You questioned, crossing your arms across your chest. He chuckled, scooping up a second spoonful, sliding over to Carl. “Want a taste?” Carl stared up at him, a light scowl on his face, continuing to set the table. Negan continued to look at him, laughing, taking a taste for himself.

You all sat around the table, Olivia sat with Judith on her lap, Negan sat at the opposite you with Carl at the side of you. Negan began to tap his fingertips on the table, obviously becoming restless with waiting for dad. “I’m not waiting for your dad anymore; I don’t know where the hell he is but…” He announced, placing Lucille upright on a chair. “Lucille is hungry. Not only that, my girl is eating for two. She can’t be waiting around for her daddy. Well, her father anyway” Negan snatched the napkin off the table tucking it into the inside of his shirt, getting ready to eat with you blushing at his comment. “Carl, pass the rolls.” He asked, turning his head to look at Carl as he didn’t make a move. “Please.” He said, sounding forced. Carl looked towards you; you raised your eyebrows and shrugged your shoulders. Carl picked up the rolls, passing them over to a smug looking Negan. 

You watched Negan outside from the window, talking to a man in a grey thin jumper. Arat was stood guarding the front of the house, just below the stairs. You had no clue what was going on, when you felt a presence come at the side of you. “Why do you love him?” you heard the voice say, recognizing it as Olivia. You turned your head to her, with a puzzled look on your face. “And what makes you think you can question me about that?” You replied bluntly, annoyed this woman clearly judging your relationship with Negan. “After everything he’s done to us, your dad and brother? How could you?” You walked towards her, Olivia backing up a little in fear. “You want to know why? I’ll tell you. Because ever since this world went to shit, he has protected me, my dad sent me away. Making me choose between my husband and my family. That showed me he didn’t fully care, Negan supports me and our child. Sure, he treats you like shit but that is not my problem, you wouldn’t understand his reasons and I don’t expect you to Olivia. But don’t you ever question me and my husband’s relationship.” You backed up from her, walking outside to the porch of the house.

“Only thing missing is a pool table, nothing better than a good game of 8 ball.” You heard Negan proclaim, with a small glass of whiskey in his hands. You moved towards him, placing yourself behind the rocking chair he was sat on. “Hey baby, Spencer I’d like you to meet Y/N, my beautiful wife.” He said, as you placed a hand on his shoulder. He brought you hand to his mouth, placing a kiss to it before turning back to his conversation.  Spencer pointed over to another house opposite the one you were at. “House across the street has one in the garage.” Negan smirked, raising his eyebrows. “Oh Spencer, you may just be my new best friend.” Spencer smiled genuinely at Negan but you knew better. He was naive, thinking Negan actually had friends. “Such a nice day though, too nice to be cooped up in some garage, don’t you think? Oh, I got a better idea.” He exclaimed, standing up taking his leather jacket off the back of the chair. 

You knew there was a reason Spencer wanted to talk to Negan, and it was Rick. He claimed Rick to have a big ego, saying his mom used to be the leader of Alexandria before your dad came along. Spencer wanted to become the leader, follow in his mother’s footsteps. Residents of Alexandria began to gather around the pool table Negan had moved into the street, watching the game between Negan and Spencer. You normally could tell what Negan was thinking or plan out his movements but he was unreadable. You didn’t know what game he was playing, if he would actually take Spencer’s proposition into consideration. “You know, I’m thinking, Spencer. I’m thinking how Rick threatened to kill me, how he clearly hates my guts but he is out there right now, gathering shit for me to make sure I don’t hurt any of the fine people that live here. He is swallowing his hate and getting shit done. That takes guts.” Negan explained, taking another shot with the cue then placing it down on the table.

“And then there’s you. The guy who waited for Rick to be gone so he could sneak over and talk to me to get me to do his dirty work, so he could take Rick’s place. So I got to ask – if you wanna take over, why not just kill Rick yourself and just take over?” Your eyes wondered over Spencer, is that what he had wanted to achieve? To get Negan to kill your dad off, so he could take back control of this place, Spencer looked at Negan in disbelief. “What? No, no.” He denied, looking worried and confused. “You know what I’m thinking? ’Cause I have a guess.” Negan was inches away from Spencer’s face, looking him in the eyes. “It’s because you got no guts.” He whispered, pulling out his machete plunging it into Spencer’s torso. You heard gasps and cries coming from the Alexandrians, you in a state of shock yourself. No matter how long you had been with him, you still felt that sinking feeling coming to terms with this side of Negan. The cold, heartless side, always making you doubt your relationship with this man a little. “Ohh. How embarrassing. There they are. They were inside you the whole time! You did have guts.” Negan joked as blood dribbled out of Spencer’s mouth, him holding his organs in his hands.  “I’ve never been so wrong in my whole life! Now, someone oughta get up here and clean this mess up. Oh. Anyone want to finish the game? C'mon, sweetheart how about you.” Negan pointed over to you. “Now come on baby, don’t get soft on me! It’s just a little guts and blood, don’t be scared. I was winning as well!” He cooed, you stood in your position, not being able to move. You looked over at a young woman with brown hair, noticing her shaking with anger, staring at Spencer’s body with a rage in her eyes.

A gunshot went off; you immediately tackled this woman to the ground, shoving the barrel of your gun into her neck. “Shit! What the shit?! Shit! You just – You tried to kill me?! You shot Lucille!” you heard Negan going off at her, while all she did is stare at you. “You try and kill my husband, right in front of me?! The father of my child?!” Negan walked over to the bullet, examining it. “What is this? What is this? This little bad boy made from scratch? Look at those crimps. This was homemade. You may be stupid, darlin’, but you showed some real ingenuity here. Baby, move that gun up on that girl’s face.” You did as he asked, breathing heavily while your heart was racing. “Lucille’s beautiful, smooth surface is never gonna look the same, so why should yours?!” he roared, staring down at the girl. “Unless, Unless you tell me who made this.” She looked towards your husband. “It was me. I made it.” She tried to get Negan to believe her, but you knew he was too smart for her.

“You see, now I just think you’re lying. And you lying to me now?! Such a shame. My wife’s going to have to put a bullet into that empty head of yours.

Just Friends (M)

REQUEST: namjoon smut scenario where you two have been best friends for years and one day you end up play fighting/wrestling and things just go uphill from there 🌚 (sorry I just really don’t know how to request scenarios 😬 )

AUTHOR’S NOTE: its slightly longer than i planned it to be but enjoy and leave feedback!! Admin M


Your bedroom door swings open and a schoolbag hits your lower back.

“You could of told me you weren’t coming to school.” Namjoon says frustrated.

“And you could have told me you were coming over?” You respond as you sit up on your bed.

He’s wearing black jeans, a oversized band t shirt and a denim jacket. His hair messy and one of his converse shoelaces untied.

“Why aren’t you wearing pants?” He questions looking at your lack of bottoms under your oversized t-shirt that was actually his.

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Mine: Part Five


Bay took tentative steps through Nesta and Cassian’s house. It was so nice, so clean. Much different from the cigarette and booze stench of the one-bedroom ramshackle houses he grew up in. He could feel Cassian and Nesta’s eyes on him.

He braced himself for the danger of being in a place without having a way out. But he felt no panic. His Omega was saying the house was safe. He wandered through the house before getting to the kitchen. Bay eyed the smooth marble countertops and the splashes of color throughout the space.

He scented the room, taking in the fresh smell of bread and sunlight. Bay looked through the refrigerator and the lower cupboards before climbing on the counters to look into the upper cupboards. There was real food in them, not canned, or boxed, cheap food that you got from the food pantry.

Closing the cupboards, Bay carefully climbed down and made his way to the dining room, where he looked over the table and infinite about of chairs down a long rectangular table. Why were there so many chairs? There were at least eight. Who was Cassian and Nesta feeding? An army?

“It’s for our neighbors,” a voice said. He turned around to see Nesta standing in the doorway, her arms crossed, chin raised and imperial. Nesta’s steely gaze swept across the chairs. “Azriel and Mor bring the boys over for dinner every Sunday. Although they’re here nearly every day anyways. So you’ll see them around.”

Bay nodded and set off for the rest of the house. The rooms were spacious and clean but worn and comfortable. Evidence of a lived in, welcome space meant for families. It was nice, really nice. When he finally found the library, Bay looked inside with wide eyes, breathing in the scent of paper and books. He may not be able to read, but he loved the smell of books.

He walked in, taking in the dark, sturdy bookcases. There was enough space between the top of the shelves and the ceiling for him to sit up straight. Bay went around the side and tilted his head, studying the width of the bookcase. It was wide enough for him to be able to lay on top of the case.

Bay smiled.

“Like what you see,” a voice drawled. “Our bookcases aren’t as big as the public library’s but it’s pretty close, don’t you think?”

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Seriously (2/?)

Summary: After a bad hunt with The Winchesters, you find yourself parting ways after 3 years of hunting alongside the two  . The minute you’re on your own you make a new life, a life without the Winchesters . But what happeneds hen you’re forced back into each other’s lives ?

Warning: Swears, Dean being an ass ,making out(barely).

Pairing: Dean x reader ( slightly ) , Sam x Reader

You clear your throat awkwardly,

“ Alright Agents, follow me.” you say, your tone slightly wavering.

 What the fucking fuck. Why .  WHY WHY WHY.

 You unlock the door to the file room, holding it open while the boys shuffle through.

“ Y/n-” Sam starts, but you lift your hand stopping him .

“ Ill be at my desk if you need anything. "  you turn on your heel , quickly leaving the room .

 You flop down into your chair, dropping your head into your hands. You nearly fall out of your seat when you hear Detective Reagans voice again ,

” You doing anything tonight y/n?“ he asks . At first, you tried to not to get personal with anyone at work,  but Detective Jamie Reagan didn’t let that last long. You two have hung out numerous times, alone and with other officers from work .You’d be lying if you said you aren’t attracted to him , he was tall with light blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes. You’re attracted to his personality just as much , he was caring, friendly , dedicated and funny.  You love flirting with him, you never know if hell play back or get extremely flustered from the attention.

” I cant say that I am Detective .“ you purr  . You stand, running your hand up his chest and straightening his tie .

 He smiles, as he goes to reply he is interrupted by someone clearing their throat. 

” Agent Barton, how can I help you?“ Jaime says , You remove your hand from his tie and turn to face Dean. Seriously?

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 ” Could I borrow you for a second, Miss Y/n?“ he says, annoyance dripping from his voice. You have to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes,

” Of course, I’ll be right back  .“ you call over your shoulder to Jaime.

 You follow Dean back to the file room, shutting the door behind you after you step in .

” What. “ you snap .

” Well its good to see you too sweetheart.“ Dean sarcastically replies. 

You cross your arms,  ” I have work to do , so spit it out Dean.“

” Yeah , you looked like you were working real hard with detective goodytwoshoes.“

” Fuck off Dean -“

” Can you guys stop already? Y/n, did you read into the details of these murders?“ Sam asks, clearly irritated with the both of you .

” I was going to call Bobby after work to get someone out here to look closer into them.“

” Why wouldn’t you just do it? Arent you still hunt-“

” It doesn’t concern you , just solve the damn case and get the hell out of my town. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m 99% sure its a witch . “

You storm out of the room, calming down as you approach Jamie , who was now sitting in your chair.

” Everything okay ?“ he asks,  as he’ s spinning around  in your chair. You giggle at him,

” Mhm, you’re going to make yourself dizzy .“ you warn as he continues.

” I think I can handle it . Bar tonight?“

” Just don’t barf on my desk . & sure, I’m off at 8 .“ you answer with a wink  . You watch as a blush spreads over his cheeks, he stands from your chair , wobbling a little.  You laugh as he tries to carefully walk back to his office, you can still see him wobbling a little.   What a dork. 

     Jamie’s lips nip at your neck as you fumble with your keys trying to unlock your front door . He finds your sensitive spot,right under your ear , causing your to melt back against his chest.

” You’re going to have to stop that if we actually want to get into my house Jamie. “ you whine, his hands grip your hip as he chuckles. He listens though , controlling himself until you finally get the door open . As soon as its shut again, Jaime is pressing you up against it , capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You wind your arms around his neck, making the kiss heat up even more. You only part when your lungs start burning from lack of air,

” bedroom?“ he asks with a smile .

 You cant seem to form words, so you just nod . He lifts you up ,you giggle as you lock your legs around his waist.  Before he makes it to the stairs, his phone starts ringing , you both groan as he sets your feet back on the floor.

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You impatiently watch as he answers, frustration crossing his features as he hangs up  .

" I have to go , someone torched a house and we need to secure the area before people start crowding ." 

 You nod, giving him one last passionate kiss before he leaves .  When you shut your door, you sink down against it trying to calm yourself down.  You’re startled by knocking on the door that sends vibrations through your body.

” Y/n, its us.“  Of course it is. 

You open the door , two very battered Winchesters barely managing to stand are in your doorway .

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” Oh my God! “ you all but throw them inside . Sam’s hunched over, hand resting on his ribs, with cuts all over his face. While Dean has a busted nose, and two black eyes starting to form along with cuts littering his face too .

” Sit, ill get the first aid kit. “  You sprint up your stairs, grabbing the kit and flying back down the stairs. 

” Shirt off now Sammy. “ you order, you watch as he struggles to slide off his flannel , it was even worse trying to watch him get his under shirt off. You sigh, grabbing the scissors from the kit you get closer to sam and swat away his hands. You cut the shirt off his body , revealing his already bruising abdomen.

” This is going to hurt , but I have to see if they are broken .“ you warn as you start feeling around his body . You feel him tense from the pain , but thankfully nothing seems broken , just bruised.  You move on and clean up his face, none of the cuts deep enough to need stitches.You wrap his middle, settling him on the couch with a bag on ice resting over the bandages. Dean was a different story,  you could tell by just looking a the cut above his eyebrow that it was too deep .

"Are your ribs busted too? Or just your face?”

“ Just my face sweetheart."  Your heart hurts as the petname slips from his lips. You remember everytime he’d call you that before, before he forced you away . You push away the memories, starting on repairing his face. You placed the proper strips on his nose to align it , and stitched up his cut .

” How did you guys find me?“ you ask as you wash your hands and clean up .

"  I hacked into the stations employee files .” Sam says casually . You cant help but laugh .

“ I’m assuming you took  care of the witch , and that’s the house that’s up in flames?” you question. They both nod .

“Y/n, thank you for this. You didn’t have to do this after-”

“ It’s fine Sam .The bathrooms upstairs, 2nd door on the left if either of you want a shower. Guest rooms are on either sides of it . Help yourself to anything here .” you say as you head up the stairs . Its about 10 pm, but you know you wont be able to fall asleep tonight, not with the Boys just down the hall .  There was no way you could turn them away, no matter how much anger you’re still holding. They were your family at a point in time, and that wont change no matter what idiotic things they do . It doesn’t mean you’re going to let Dean off the hook  . While you & Sam were close like siblings, you and Dean were something different. You never spoke of your mutual feelings,  but it was silently known between the two of you . Your relationship with Dean contained more flirting than with Sam .It was never anything more than words though , both of you not sure how to act on them. Hiding his feelings was one of Deans best talents apparently.

You throw on your baggy ACDC tee, deciding against pants for the night. Right as you collapse into bed, your text alert goes off.

“ Does your doorbell not work?” - Jamie  CRAP.

 You bolt out of your room and down the stairs, Dean is still awake watching TV on the couch but you fly right past him to the door . You open it enough that it doesn’t look like your trying to hide the fake FBI agent on your couch.

“ Jamie, what are you doing here ? ” you ask , trying to catch your breath.

“ It didn’t take as long as we assumed, I thought we could pick up where we left off.” he says, fisting his hand into your shirt and tugging you forward to crash his lips to yours . His hand slides down, grabbing at your ass. You moan at the feeling, but come falling back into reality when you hear the TV behind you .  Son of a bitch .

You gently push away from Jaime with a shy smile,

“ I don’t think its a good idea tonight, we both have to get up early . ”

He sighs, he doesn’t try to push the idea on you. His lips land on yours for a sweet , quick kiss.

“ Ill see you in the morning?” he asks

You nod, “ goodnight Reagan .”

Originally posted by sweetrebelqueen666

He smiles ,then walks back to this car. You watch as he leaves, trying to silently close the door  behind you .

“ So , you and your boss. Real classy Y/n."   Dean judgmental tone finally throws you over the edge.

” Who the hell are you to judge me Dean?  You force me away from you and your brother,then show up on my doorstep years later looking for me to play Doctor. If it wasn’t for Sammy, I would of slammed the damn door in your face!“ you shout

He scoffs, ” You didn’t give me a choice! You had no regard for your own -“

” Tell me something Dean , howd you get the broken nose? Throwing yourself infront of Sam to save him, pushing him out of the way ? “

Originally posted by 23onetreehill12

He stays silent, giving you the answer you already knew.

” You’re a fucking hypocrite . You risk yourself to save everyone else, why cant you deal with someone doing it for-“

” I wouldn’t be able to handle seeing you die because of me!“

” So you want us to have to watch you do it for us! Because its any easier on us !“ you yell . Dean is standing right infront of you now, both of your chests heaving.

"  I couldn’t lose you Y/n . I don’t know what i’d do.” he says quietly.

“You did though Dean , and it was no ones fault but your own." 

Originally posted by spn-spam

It was silent for what seems like forever, your phone ringing breaks the tense silence. You pick it up , and before you can speak Bobbys voice is booming through the line .

” Ive got a lead on an oversized wolf pack Y/n , I need all hands on deck. “

You look up , locking eyes with Dean.   I know I’m going to regret this.

” I’m in. “

Originally posted by waverly-earp

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If You’re Lucky-Part 13


this chapter isn’t any better honestly

So…. Did we learn anything from this two day hold? (hint: DON’T ASK ME WHEN A CHAPTER IS GONNA BE POSTED?)

We shall find out after this chapter I guess.

Thank you as always to my wifey for helping me with basically every chapter since chapter 10 when she became my wifey lol. ILY SAM! @wittystiles

Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14

Chapter 13: Desperate Measures

Song rec: nope

Word count: 4,036 words

Warnings: blood mention, swearing(?)(I can’t remember if they swear or not and I’m too lazy to check)

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Tattoo Girl (G.D) Part 3

Summary: Grayson, his twin brother and their 3 best friends work for the police force. They’re working on busting the biggest drug case of the century, ran by the most dangerous gang in America. While busting down doors, and trying to track down the bad guys, Grayson’s attention turns to a mysterious girl with a mysterious tattoo. Who is she? Where is she from, and what’s her story? What happens when he falls in love with one of America’s top 10 wanted criminals?

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, gangs, violence, and death. Cursing.

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update! I’m still trying to learn how to balance 2 jobs, and college classes. But thank you guys for being patient with me! This chapter is a little shitty, but I"ll make up for it in the next one ;) So without further ado, here’s part 3! Hope you guys like it! Lemme know what you guys think! 

Text messages are in bold

Flash backs are in italic

Grayson’s POV

* The Next Day *

It’s been a long weekend, and after staying late at the bar last night, investigating the crime scene that happened there, to taking Ethan to the hospital because he was shot in the thigh, I was back at the station early this morning. It was going to be a busy week, but one thing we were happy about was that we finally had the Martinez Twins under arrest, so it was just time to get them to start talking. And once all the evidence from the other crimes, prove that Jake Paul was behind all this we can finally lock his ass up, and end this case.

I was currently sitting at my desk going over some files, when I remembered that I never texted Y/N back last night. I grabbed my phone from my back pocket, and sent her a text. 

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