my heart sped up and everything

What’s wrong with me?– Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: Can I request a Jeff imagine me where he’s been asking you out for a while now and you always turn him down? So one day you hear him talking to clay about how it’s actually starting to hurt him a bit cuz what’s wrong wit him? And his jock buddies give him shit and tease him about which upsets him so you shock all of them by going up and kissing him which leads to a hot makeout and ask him on a date.

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I smiled looking at myself through the rearview mirror. I loved when my mom had the day off, that meant I could get the car to school, save me the monotonous and disgusting bus rides. It isn’t as if my mother went out to have fun, her days off from work, she is doing yoga in front of the TV, it wasn’t too much that the “coach” was too attractive. I shivered and concentrated on the road, until that point I was already entering the Liberty High parking lot. The disadvantage of bringing the car is that I mistrusted and was late, something that wouldn’t happen if I were traveling in the yellow device. Now finding a parking lot would be a challenge.

After a full turn, I finally find a decent place, not so far but not so close to the door, perfect. Before maneuvering to enter that space, a car closed the way and got into MY place. I stepped on the brakes and glared at the bold.  I knew the car perfectly. Instead of staying there, I found another place to two cars away, from that to stay grumbling. Yes, I was too lucky.

“Are you serious, Atkins?” I raised my voice after getting out of the car and hanging my backpack over my shoulder.

Jeff was walking toward me with a big smile and fiddling with the keys of his carriage. Asshole.

“This becomes a danger zone every morning, Y/L, you would know if you brought your car every day”

“Funny”

I started to walk with him to my side. We were in the same course, connected in our first year, we were good friends, maybe I could even consider him my best friend, it’s not like I had many in high school. Most were either useless sportsmen, or just people who weren’t worth it.  He was taking me with a few, especially since Jeff was very close to them, almost entering his social circle. They were not bad guys, but somewhat immature for my taste. Sometimes they made me laugh.

“So I heard that this new movie will be on Saturday … Let’s go together?”

Yeah, we were good friends though Jeff was determined to change that. My friend was attractive, too much to admit, but my mind was somewhere else to focus on a boyfriend. In addition, our friendly relationship worked perfectly, we sometimes studied together, I was going to see him at his baseball games, and I even stayed after school with him and Clay for his tutorials. I could come and go as often as i wanted and he did that too. We were perfectly fine, why did we need a label? What if “being dating” didn’t work? All those years of friendship would go away. Just to think about my last months in this institute without the company of my best friend, to be avoiding it by the corridors and to meet us in uncomfortable looks, left me the sensation to be without air. No, I wouldn’t let him lose it for a silly etiquette.

“How on a date?” I remembered that I hadn’t answered him.

I turned to look at him and he smiled in embarrassment. Jeff Atkins was never embarrassed. He was the most honest and funny guy on the whole site. If I didn’t know Clay Jensen, I would sign with blood that Jeff was the only one. Everyone else behaved more like idiots.

“Yes?” His answer sounded more like a question. Well, he left the decision to me again.

I sighed and settled the backpack as a reflex act.

“You did a good swing, Atkins, but I’m sorry to say you got a strike”

He raised his eyebrows and I smiled, wanting to erase the rejection I had given him. It hadn’t been the first, but sometimes I felt like the bad in this relationship. Our “dates” were reduced to exits between friends, and that was because I was in charge of enlisting Sheri with us and him, usually Clay. At one time, we invited Hannah, but lately she was walking in her own world, feeling the tension only to approach her. Too bad, it turned out to be a really fun girl.

I increased my pace. We didn’t have to stay together in the hall, our first period was different, while he was killing himself in history, I had to endure the headache of algebra. I also needed help but no one threatened to get me out of a team simply because I didn’t belong to any. That was how it was.

“Are you serious?” The good thing about my best friend is that he took rejections with grace. “You are very rude to me, Y/N!”

“I see you at rest!” I shouted at him in response and unconsciously stepped up. I never let him see guilt in me after an Olympic rejection.

At lunchtime, we took our usual table; Clay kept his eyes on his task that ignored our mini meal fight between Jeff and me. He made me eat one of his fries, but they were too greasy for my liking. Thanks to that, we didn’t go unnoticed, neither by his companions as for the rest of the school. Suddenly, I noticed how his teammates were passing by and said things to Jeff that I couldn’t grasp, used as keys that I didn’t understand. I looked at Jeff who looked down for a few seconds before turning to see me and smiling as if nothing.

“What was that?”

“It’s nothing.” He grabbed his backpack and stood up. “See you after school, Jensen?”

For the first time, Clay looked up and nodded. Jeff said goodbye to both of us and left in the opposite direction to his companions, I frowned even confused; it was incredible how my friend’s mood changed in a few seconds. I bit my lip and pushed aside my tray of food, strangely I was without appetite.

“What’s wrong with Jeff?” I asked. Clay knew him as well as I did.

The boy shrugged and looked in the direction where our friend had disappeared. I said goodbye to Clay, especially since I had just seen Hannah Baker enter the cafeteria. Jeff and I had a plan, before we graduated, we had to get these two to have something. They were too shy to approach the one and the other that we decided to intervene, rather I joined the cause, because it was a kind of deal between the two men. However, it was difficult, I was going to take care of Hannah, but she was very distant, I couldn’t approach. I sighed and left the cafeteria. I’d waste my time in the locker.

I doubted if it would be a good idea to interfere with the tutoring hours of my friends, I don’t know what was different now, if I always did, but my best friend’s behavior was too strange after the cafeteria. It made me panic to approach him. Among my doubts, I ended up in the school library, if I wandered around maybe in the end would encourage me to approach your table. I ended up on one of the closest shelves, Jeff and Clay seemed to be talking about something that didn’t look like tutorials since neither of them looked at their respective books. I went a little closer, covering my face with a book chosen at random. I pretended to read it.

“Jeff Atkins, asking me for advice on relationships?” I listened to Clay with humor. “The deal was supposed to be that you would help me with it, not the other way around.” I lowered the book a little to notice my best friend with his eyes on Pencil playing between his fingers. I went back to cover “I was paying my salary in the Cresmont that you would never go through this”

I bit my lip, afraid to know now what they were talking about, or rather … of whom. I repressed the book down again.

“I don’t know what else to do, dude.” Jeff’s voice broke my heart, but why? “She’s not like the other girls I’ve dated, it’s a challenge, but not that kind of challenge.” I started to consider whether it was a good idea to stay or not to listen, but my feet were stuck.

“Don’t stop trying” Clay encouraged.

“I don’t do it. I invite her to go out and it is always the same result: No. “I fear that someday she will get tired and send me to the devil”

My blood ran cold. They had not yet pronounced my name but knew perfectly well that they were talking about me. My hands began to tremble.

“I don’t think so. You two make a good team. It’s hard to see a Jeff without Y/N, or a Y/N without a Jeff” I glanced over and watched my friend smile. I did too. It was true; we could complement us in an incredible way.

I watched Jeff’s profile, again thinking away from his friendship, made me feel short of breath. I couldn’t imagine my life without having met him; he managed to understand me, my problems, my follies and occasionally my pessimism. The random memory hit me on a Saturday that taught me to hit, I could feel his body on my back and his arms around mine, even his hands on mine to help me hold the bat well. It had felt good, I didn’t have the imperative need to get away like when Bryce Walker tried to get too close to me. That guy gave me a very bad spine. Instead, with Jeff, I sometimes needed to have him close to feel that I breathe well, that everything is going its natural course. There was no Y/N Y/L without a Jeff Atkins, it couldn’t, and there was no consistency. It was like going against nature. My heart sped up and I hid my face again between the pages.

“Clay. What is wrong with me?” I had a gasp, only a few verbal rejects, at no time I distanced myself from him, after my negatives we were as normal as ever. Nothing had changed. I had the need to jump and give him a zap, Nothing was wrong with you, Atkins, you’re amazing, the best guy I’ve ever met! But I stood still with the lump in my throat.

“Nothing, dude. Let’s go back to your history essay, you need to distract your mind”

I listened as he agreed to the idea and I moved from shelf to the place where they didn’t see me. I put my hand to my chest and inhaled deep breaths. Why did i feel like crying? Maybe because Jeff didn’t notice the way I did, what could be wrong with him? He was a committed boy, especially now that his position in the team depended on his qualifications, attentive, pleasant, he isn’t of those who believed in rumors … and above all, he was an excellent friend of Clay and mine. How could there be anything wrong with that? Why cann’t you see yourself as I see you? I bit my lip.

“I saw you” Jessica came out of nowhere and gave me the shock of my life. She started laughing “Spying on people’s conversations? That’s too much for you”

I rolled my eyes.

"I guess I couldn’t help it,” I murmured.

“I heard them, too. I’ve never seen Jeff that way; he always has a smile on his face."I nodded to the cheerleader’s words. Suddenly, she started to laugh "Don’t you realize, Y/N?” I looked at her strangely “He’s in love with you! The whole institute knows this, obviously everyone, except you”

“We are good friends”

“So? That doesn’t take away the feelings, the question here is, Are you in love with him? ”

I was silent, I opened my mouth to answer her but I couldn’t, Why couldn’t I? I should deny it, but why didn’t i? Jessica Davis smiled.

“Do I confess something?” I waited quietly. “The way you look at Jeff, is the same way I look at Justin. Think about it. "She winked at me before leaving.

If my best friend’s words had left me frozen, Jessica’s words hit me. I looked over my shoulder toward the boys’ table, was I in love with my best friend? As I would know, I had never fallen in love with anyone in my life.

I ran as if my life depended on it to the baseball field, simply because my friend’s fool had forgotten his bat in the car and I as a good person i was, and because I knew the combination of his locker to get the keys, I did him the favor. Anyway, at home I was expecting some of those Mom’s smooth naturist, I wasn’t very excited to return soon. Before giving me sight in front of the team, I heard the boys howling and booing. I stopped and looked out, Jeff was in front of them, pretending to have difficulty raising the zipper of his sweatshirt. As I perceived quickly, they were making fun of him.

"Give it up at once, Atkins.” One of them said. I frowned. “You’re losing your good reputation for just one girl”

Not again, please. I pressed the bat in my hands.

“Let go and pass her, I assure you that I get an appointment with her long before you,” another of his classmates boasted. I was getting angry.

How could it be that they messed with him for some nonsense? I was nothing special, why did they all talk as if I were some sort of trophy? I looked at Jeff, he was still focused on his feigned task, but the gesture on his lips told me that he was having a bad time, so I got sick, it couldn’t be that my fear of losing him by spoiling everything with a label, So much harm to him. My eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t cry, instead, I smiled and walked resolutely towards them.

“Eh!” Shouted one of them with joy.

I didn’t look at any of them, my eyes were on my best friend’s, wanting to pretend he was more than okay. I didn’t stop until I felt my lips against his. I dropped the bat to our side and wrapped my fingers in his hair pulling him closer to me. His response, in the first place, was that his mouth was sealed by surprise, when he caught what was happening, he joined the same rhythm as me, bringing his hands to my waist. I didn’t part until the shouts of joy of his companions became present.

“Damn!” I recognized the voice of the one who at the beginning bet that I would go out with him.

I looked into Jeff’s eyes and smiled broadly. This kiss, which at first wanted to taste something, simply felt good. I began to feel that I was complete, even though I thought I had been before.

“I thought better, why wait until Saturday? Let’s have a date now.” My best friend’s eyes shone, I felt an extreme happiness inside, not for him, for me. “Oh, better, did you tell me that your parents are not going to be home all day? How about a bit of Netflix and chill? ”

His friends laughed, he too, but a little more shy.

“Come on.” He took my hand firmly.

“Boys” I gave a single glance at their companions, they began to cheer and push, like vile apes.

I laughed and looked back. When we lost sight of the team, Jeff stopped and looked at me even in shock.

“You were serious?”

“About the kiss or Netflix and chill?” I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Both of them”

“Now I know that I’m sure of the kiss” I bit my lip “Of the other, of course I was serious, a little more seriously in the chill part”

Jeff’s smile was the biggest i had ever seen. My heart skipped a beat.

“Then I drive. Later we’ll get back for your car”

sit next to me (Tom Holland Imagine/One Shot) a/n: loosely based on the song 'sit next to me' by foster the people

Zendaya owed me big time-not just because I hauled myself off my sofa to make an appearance at her birthday party but also because I could be using this valuable time to watch Netflix. And obviously, Netflix ditching equalled true friendship.

I smiled through our friends, hugging and kissing cheeks until I was finally face to face to the newly 22-year-old goddess.

“You came.”

“Like you gave me a choice.”

She side-stepped Jacob and Harrison and allowed me scoot into one of the booths. Not bothering to check who I was going to be squeezed next to for the next couple of hours, I sat down and regretted my decision immediately.

Because there he was- brown haired, golden skinned and smiling.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my trousers and tried not to bolt.

Looking up I could see Zendaya’s gaze flicker to mine before she left my side.

Some friend she was-leaving me with the ex I was still in love with!

I cleared my throat and was just about to pull out my phone to pretend I was busy, when I heard him. He cleared his throat. My attention diverted to him almost instinctively, still so conditioned to respond to him.

“Want a drink?”

I nodded. I knew if I stayed beside him for too long, we would fall into the same old pattern-ignore each other, deny the sexual tension and then end up leaving as quickly as possible. Leaving me a frustrated mess and him, running a hand through his hair just like he was now. In the dim lighting, it flickered from gold to amber to shades of scarlet. I really wanted to run my fingers through the softness and tug at the roots, making him moan like he used to when we were together.

Tom gestured for a drink with his muscular arm raised and then dropped it down to rest on the edge of the table. From where I was, I could see the scar on his right ring finger from a failed attempt at making a birdhouse with Paddy. And I could see that I needed to stop staring.

The atmosphere around us was vibrant. There was loud music blaring-probably some obscure pop band like Neiked that I didn’t recognize. Zendaya and the rest of our friends pretended they weren’t spying on us but they were doing a terrible job of it. Tony, bless his heart, was still as clueless as ever.

I turned back to staring at my hands, heart racing, body dying to run. From the corner of my eye, I knew he was looking at me. He used to do the same thing when we were together and I missed it.

I missed him. I missed his dumb sexual jokes and I missed him making us tea. I missed being in his presence. I missed him smiling at me. But most of all, I think what I missed most was his lips against mine-kissing and kissing till we were so out of breath, we felt lightheaded.

The drink arrived just as I built up the courage to look him in the eyes. I grabbed the glass and chugged it down. Wiping my mouth, I turned to Tom, who was looking at me. His fingers wrapped around a stray strand of hair and tucked it behind my ear. He was leaning in, one arm draped around the back of the booth and the other on the table in front of us.

This is a bad idea.

This is a very bad idea.

“Hey guys! How’s it going?”

Startled, I nearly jumped back. Zendaya smirked, knowing very well what had she had interrupted. I cleared my throat and stepped out of the booth, excusing myself. She shrugged and left to re-join our friends. I took the opportunity to slip out and zig-zag past the hordes of people who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

Jesus, this girl was popular.

When I had almost made my escape, I heard him once more. It was truly astounding that even in the midst of so many voices, his could reach me so easily. It was as if he was talking inside my head and not in a crowded pub.

“Hey.”

He said, making me turn around. Standing there, it hurt so much to notice how perfectly we would fit together right then if we only reached out a few inches. But we didn’t. Instead, we stood watching each other.

“Hey.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”

I yelled over the new song blaring over the speakers. Only the throbbing base of EDM could apparently drown out the imaginary voices in my head.

“I’M SORRY!”

I heard him-clear as day, clear as crystal.

“I fucked up, darling. I fucked up so badly.”

His hand cupped my cheek and my heart sped up. I swallowed hard, trying not to let my apprehension show. I sighed as my back pressed against the wall behind me. Knowing full well that he didn’t deserve to be forgiven, he didn’t even deserve to be talked to, I did the one thing I’d been wanting to all night. I slipped my hands through his soft hair and tugged him lower.

Our lips met softly. First just a gentle peck but then I kissed him with all of the feelings bubbling inside of me. I kissed with anger and passion and love and everything in between. I kissed him to make him understand how hurt I was, how broken he’d made me feel and how in the end, it didn’t matter. Because I wanted him. I wanted him so goddamn much.

Tom had just moved his hands to my waist when I could hear loud hollering in the back. We parted, more than a little startled and found Tony, Zendaya, Harrison and Laura on the top of the pub’s counter-cheering.

“Wooohooo!”

“Get it girl!”

“Show her how it’s done, TOM!”

Embarrassed, I ducked my head down. But he laced his fingers with mine and asked,

“Sit next to me?”

I nodded, looking up at him and hoping I never had to look away again.

anonymous asked:

Hey lovely I've had an idea bouncing around my noggin lately.. What about an angsty bughead fic where Juggy gets concerned that Betty's going to hurt herself like Polly? I don't know why, maybe she did or something.. Just a thought.. Love your writing! ❤

I’ve gotten a lot of angsty requests lately and I’m actually really enjoying writing them! Thank you so much!
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He was scared. Jughead jones was actually so terrified, he found it difficult to focus on anything, including his novel.

It wasn’t the “I’m gonna fail my history test” type of scared, it was more “I’m losing the one person in this world who really matters to me.” Type of scared

Betty was falling. No one seemed to notice but him, but what he was seeing was enough to scare even the toughest socially awkward teenager.

Everyday, the bags under her eyes would get darker, her palms were almost always bloody, and he hadn’t seen her laugh in almost a month, and then their was tonight.

The gang had been having a late night study session, when they brought up the upcoming midterm Veronica had jokingly said

“It’s pretty much the end of our lives if we fail the calculus midterm, right bets?”

Betty’s eyes became glossier than normal and she nodded

“Yeah totally, the end of my life.”

Jughead stared at her for a little but Betty didn’t meet his eyes, she kept her face towards the window, staring blankly outside.

While he was walking her home she had turned to him

“Thank you Jughead, you’re my best friend, you’ve been so great through everything, I’m really proud of you, I want you to know that. ”

His heart race sped up.

“Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”

She smiled sadly

“Because I’m going inside.”

“Betty..”

“Bye juggie”

Then the door had slammed, echoing through his ears.

He had gone home and hadn’t done a single thing but think about the beautiful blonde angel.

This wasn’t doing him any good, grabbing his beanie he was out the door, fast as he came in.

Before he knew it, he was standing under Betty’s window. He was not athletic, and he most definitely should have thought this through, considering the only way in, required climbing a tree and sliding through the window.

“Okay jones, you got this.”

After about twelve failed attempts to mount the tree, he finally made it to the top, balancing on the tree and sliding in through the window.

There was betty, laying on her bed, eyes closed with her ear buds in her ears.

Beside her bed was an orange pill bottle and he immediately snatched it from the dresser, effectively grabbing her attention, she jumped up knocking her her earbuds out.

“Jughead?! What are you doing in here? How did you get in here?! Did you climb that tree?!” She said in a panicky ramble, eyes wide.

“I ask the questions here! Why is this pill bottle by your bed, what are you doing with all of these ?”

She looked at him confused

“Jughead, those are my sleeping pills, why do you care about those?”

He shook his head

“ you don’t need to sleep! You need to stay alive! You can’t die Betty, the gang needs you! I need you. I’m sorry I haven’t been there, I didn’t know what to do.. it’s my fault, I’m just so emotionally stunted.” He was rambling and Betty cut him off

“ woah woah woah! Die? Who said anything about dying? I need those pills because I have nightmares. I’m depressed Jughead not suicidal.” She said softly.

“Isn’t depression just a gateway to suicide?” He asked panicky.

She grabbed his hand and sat him down on her bed

“Sometimes that is the case, but I’m getting help. I don’t wanna kill myself, I’m just tired almost all the time, and I find it difficult to focus. I know I haven’t been much fun to hang out with and I’m sorry, but I’m working on getting better. Actually talking to you about all this, makes me feel a little better.” She smiled at him.

Releasing the breath he was holding

“So you don’t plan on leaving the earth anytime soon?”

She laughed

“Nope Jughead, you’re stuck with me for as long as the good lord sees fit.”


Flopping back on her bed he sighed

“Thank god.”

She Layed down beside him

“So you need me huh?”

He closed his eyes

“More than you’ll ever know Betty Cooper”

Creepypasta #1120: A Quick Guide Of What Not To Do When You Get Lost During A Hike

Length: Long

I’ve been hiking the woods behind my house ever since I was eighteen years old. I know every single trail like the palm of my hand. I try and go at least twice a week, sometimes just once if I’ve been particularly busy. It has a dense kind of forestry, where the branches connect at the canopy and filter out most of the sun.

The trail I frequent is pretty famous now, not like it was when I had first begun taking it. It’s my favorite, because it leads deep into the unknown areas and right to a beautiful creek. It always feels like I’m exploring. And if I’m lucky, I’ll catch glimpses of the local wildlife.

Anyone who goes into the woods occasionally knows that it looks different throughout the day due to the placement of the sun. The shadows fall in other areas and are sometimes more elongated.

I’m used to the ever changing ways. But yesterday, something happened to me that I just couldn’t quite explain within rational reasoning. I’m going to let you guys know what happened. At the same time, I’m going to tell you what not to do when you get lost during a hike.

Number one: Never, ever lose yourself. No, this isn’t some deep shit that I’m trying to anchor into your hearts. I mean it literally; don’t let yourself get lost. Keep track of where you are. Only veer off familiar trails if you have a good idea of where it leads to.

So, as you could probably tell, I did exactly that.

My boots were stomping over the flattened dirt, high grass, and dense packs of trees lining either side of me. It stays warm year round where I live, so the leaves were still plentiful and shaded me from the sun. I passed by the group of rocks that that I call the “angry wife”, as it resembles the angry face of an old woman.

I was about forty minutes from the entrance of the woods. To my left, right after “angry wife” rock, I noticed something that I had never seen before. It was the tiniest, most subtle trail. It looked like it had been barely used. From what I could tell, it was man made, not by the wildlife. But hey, I’m no fucking expert.

Stupidly, I veered from my usual path. It had been a good day. I was in a fantastic mood and felt like poking out of my comfort zone. I was on wide alert as I cautiously took a few steps away from my safe zone. It looked completely normal at first. Beautiful, even. I could feel a wide smile spreading over my face.

The golden sun was bleeding through the canopies, lighting the way in a warm glow. Butterflies bounced around in front of me. Birds chirped loudly as they playfully flew in and out of sight.

Number two: Never lose track of time.

I lost track of time. I thought it had only been about twenty minutes since I had started my mini exploration. When I checked my phone (which of course, had no signal), it had been almost an hour. Stunned, I stopped in my tracks, immediately spinning around to make my way back to the original trail. I made a mental note to come back and walk through the rest of that new path.

As I was walking back, the sun was beginning to set. Remember how I said the forest changed how it looked through the day? Well, that’s what happened, except it was multiplied by about a thousand. I had been hiking in the dark. Hell, I’d spent whole weekends in these woods. It’s never looked this way.

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Hiding no more

Summary: Sam catches the reader hiding from her ex in the back of the Impala. She can help them with their current hunt, and then maybe they can help her with her predicament. (And yes, it’s a reference from National Treasure. Because.)

Sort of Sam x reader, but not really.

Word count: 6609

I think need to put warnings on this: Domestic abuse, mental abuse, manipulation.


As I rounded the corner, I spotted him: the man I had feared for five years. He had tracked me down, and as if my presence was a glaring neon sign, he lifted his gaze and stared straight at me. I swore loudly and spun around, walking as fast as I could back to the motel I was staying in. No way I would reach my room before he caught me, and pigs would fly before I let him lay another hand on me, but the area was painfully void of hiding places.

I heard him yelling my name, his voice getting closer and closer. My heart raced, I felt it pounding in my ears, and I started running. The parking lot was empty save for a bright green Hyundai and a beautiful black Chevrolet. In another situation, I might have wandered over to admire it, but right then and there I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered to me was that the door was open. Glancing over my shoulder, I searched for my ex. He hadn’t reached the corner yet, but I heard his heavy boots thundering over the asphalt.

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la douleur exquise (4)

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

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I’ve always known that Baekhyun was a good guy, having spoken to him multiple times before. He struck me as the type that you could just tell everything to and I felt comfortable around him. I was a bit hesitant at the beginning when he asked me to join him for dinner, but Jay persuaded me to go instead, postponing our earlier plans for another night. Part of me was really happy for that. Spending time with Baekhyun made me forget everything that happened today and I felt very thankful for his presence.

I was very shocked earlier today when he told me that he was aware of the past that Sehun and I had, after all I was really hell-bent on keeping the whole thing quiet. He doesn’t know much of what happened, and he assured me that nobody else knows of this which made me feel a bit better. 

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Title: Best Friend Rival’s Brother
Pairing: Shiro/Lance (Shance), side Hunk/Keith
Rating: G
Summary: Keith has a crush. So does Lance, but that’s not important. It’s whatever.

Notes: Shh. This is just between you and me. Don’t tell anyone.


Keith really was all over Hunk. Pressing up against his side, laughing at his jokes, listening attentively to him when he talked. Lance would’ve rolled his eyes if he hadn’t been a part of setting it all up. Hunk was a great guy, but for some reason he just hadn’t picked up on the fact Keith had been gagging for him from day one; even going so far as coming to Lance for help.

Keith laughed at the lame joke Hunk had made while Lance groaned loudly, setting his controller aside. He’d lost, and Keith was trailing one hand up Hunk’s upper arm, shooting Lance furious looks. Lance knew when he was being told to fuck off, so off he went, sighing and stretching.

“Where’re you going?” Hunk called, probably a bit nervous at being left alone at Keith’s house.

“Corner shop,” He replied flatly. “Be back in like, twenty,” He promised, then shut the door firmly behind him. Lance realised he’d left his bag- and wallet -in the room. He froze, considering how badly Keith would murder him for interrupting (they’d talked about this, goddammit), but then something amazing happened.

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naynay515  asked:

"How have you never tried this?!" Marinette said in disbelief, as she held up a carrot cake slice to Adrien's face.

“How have you never tried this?!” Marinette said in disbelief, as she held up a carrot cake slice to Adrien’s face.

He shrugged. “We don’t eat a lot of dessert.”

She frowned and set the slice down. “Okay, well, that’s a serious problem.” She grabbed his hand and led him downstairs, trying to ignore the way her heart sped up at the contact. “Mama? We have a dessert emergency!”

Adrien spent the rest of the afternoon taste testing everything in the Dupain-Cheng bakery, and while it left him sluggish at patrol later that night, he couldn’t bring himself to regret a second of it.


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They were my happiness, my smarties as society labelled them, my skittles (a name from my sister). They were my whole positivity in one tiny pink capsule. Day in, day out they became my routine; they became a vital element to me. Without them I’d reach my end.

He thought he was my happiness; the gorgeous man in pastel. He was, just not 100% of it. He thought he was my whole positivity, bundled into one human. He could have been, that man shared love, happiness, positivity and so much more, with anyone he could. 

At the same time everyday I’d greet the little box in my draw with a sigh and something along the lines of “for fuck sake” or “here we go”. Around an hour or two after that I’d greet my boyfriend with a smile on my face and a “hey babe” or “how’d you sleep?”.

Keeping my secret from Phil had become routine; there was never a morning when we got up at the same time so I had my time. As far as Phil knew I was this sunshine, this angel, this great ball of positivity. I’d hate to think what would happen if he ever found out what my morning involved when he was sleeping.

Monday morning. The grey clouds rolled over the clouds above us. I tugged on the lace of my black Doc Martin boots and made my way out the door. Walking through the bitter air I began to wonder if I replaced the empty box with the new one. Had I even thrown away the first box?

I didn’t remember putting the white box in the dark drawer filled with underwear. Wake up, collect prescription, come home, get ready for work, leave  . As I replayed the events of this morning in my head I got more aware that the box was still lying on the cupboard opposite the bed I shared with Phil.

My heart sped up as my anxiety made itself present. I repeatedly told myself that everything would be okay as I got closer to work. Shaking my head I denied past mistakes entry to my brain. I failed. The thoughts of telling my ex about my meds crept from the back of my mind; reminding me of how horribly he acted.

With this in my mind, tears escaped my eyes. I wipped them away and pulled my phone from my pocket. Just past eight, Phil would normally be waking up. There was no time to get home and hide them.

Panic was growing faster now. I turned on my heels and walked back through the quiet street. The icy wind was now blowing into my face causing more tears to race down my cheeks. The sounds of the cars and lorries flew through my ears and bounced off my brain. My feet carried me faster and faster to the apartment, watching the cars make their way past me.

Where the fuck was the box. I was stood searching the drawer; hands frantically dancing around the darkness. It wasn’t there, it wasn’t anywhere. Spinning around to check my bag I was faced with Phil. I looked up to his eyes and saw a hint of disappointment. He knew.

“Y/n. Why didn’t you tell me?” His face broke my heart. We sat next to eachother on the grey sofa; my head staring down my lap. I felt his hand graze over my cheek, lifting my face.
“I didn’t want to upset you.” It was all I could manage to say between tears. I looked into his soft blue eyes and saw my mistake.

This man wasn’t like the other, he was more gentle, more understanding and far more caring.

“I- uh. I saw you taking them the other day, sorry. I didn’t want to ask you about it but then you left them out and I guess this  happened.” He was awkward around the subject. I had no idea he already knew.

Tears were now streaming down my cheeks, speeding up with each droplet. His thumbs swipped the tears away before he searched my eyes. “You don’t need to say sorry, you’ve done nothing wrong” I whispered as I placed my hand over his.

“Here.” He he said before lying out my soft grey blanket. Before I knew what was happening, I was in his arms being placed on one end of the fleece. “Roll up sad person like a sushi roll” he read from his phone, as he rolled my body in the blanket to the opposite end. Then he picked my body up with eas and sat me back down on the sofa that was soft like a cloud.

He sat next to me and pulled my body into his. His hand drew circles on my arm as his head rested on mine. “I love you y/n. Please remember that.” He whispered into my hair. I lifted my head back and placed a kiss on his lips before returning to our original position.

Frozen in Time (Part 2) - Tony Stark x Sister Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

(Original request) Anonymous said:
Can you write one where Bucky rescues a young girl (14-16) from a hydra base and brings her back to the tower. They find out she’s actually Tony’s little sister that was kidnapped and frozen.

A/N: Reader is 18, kidnapped when she was 16 then frozen at 18. A few people have asked for a part 2 of this so here it is! Tell me if you want a part 3!!!


Being back in the world after 30 years on ice was strange to say the least. Seeing your brother who used to be the same age as you, actually being 30 years older was terrible. Not knowing any of these people, all of your old friends having moved away and forgotten about you, was terrifying. 

And above all, your brother treating you like you were a child, was awful. Technically, you’re the same age as Tony. But he doesn’t see it that way anymore. Because, again, technically, you are only 18. 

So extremely complicated. 

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Mercy Pt 7 || Kol M.

Song: Miracle - Borgeous, BRKLYN, Lenachka, Liquid Monkeys


I pulled up into the school parking lot just after Damon and Stefan, Elena standing in front of Damon’s car, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.

“You told her!” Elena shouted, pointing at me as I get out of my car.

“Yeah we did Elena, and she also told us that you’re after Katherine.” Stefan said, taking my side, obviously not knowing the damage I’ve caused with Elena and Damon.

Elena scoffed, “She’s almost as bad as Katherine and you’re taking her side?”

Stefan said nothing, I walked up behind him. “Well since you’re so kin to her, why don’t you two team up to look for Bonnie and Damon and I will be a team.”

Stefan nodded, not fighting with Elena, and headed inside the school. I sent a glare at her and went after Stefan, I looked over my shoulder at Damon to see a helpless look on his face, but turned away. I was done with chasing after Damon and this was the start of it. I couldn’t save him from his girlfriend every time he needed it because he didn’t want to do it.

“Hey, are you okay?” I asked Stefan in the hallway, knowing what it felt like.

“No, I’m not actually.” He responded, turning the corner and into the cafeteria.

“Look, I know I’m not on everybody’s good graces nor is everybody on mine, but I know what it’s like.” I said, stopping outside the storage room in the cafeteria. “Watching the person you love fall for someone else is the worst.”

“You love Damon,” Stefan said, turning around to face me, I looked down at my feet in embarrassment.

“Loved. I loved Damon, then I realized we were never going to happen, and I fell for my best friend, who ended up dead.” I said, looking up, meeting Stefan’s eyes, holding back the tears.

Before Stefan could get another word in, something fell over in the kitchen.

We slowly crept into the kitchen and found nothing. We heard the noise again, but from the freezer, Stefan cautiously approaches it, and slowly pulled opened the door.

“It’s ice.”

I let out a chuckle with a hit of nervousness in it. “We were scared of ice, wow.”

Stefan shook his head, a small smirk on his lips. “It doesn’t make any sense though. This is the center of the triangle. If she’s gonna do the spell, she has to do it here. This is where they should be.” Stefan said, seriousness taking over his features.

“Actually, I think we’re in the right spot,” My eyes followed the melted ice that flowed to the drain in front of the freezers. “Just wrong elevation.”

“I’ll call Elena, see if she knows the way down to the basement.” Stefan said, walking away with his phone in hand, leaving me alone in the basement.

I heard noise coming from the cafeteria, I looked back at Stefan to ask if he heard it too, but he wasn’t there. I grabbed a knife for protection, and slowly walk to the door that lead to the cafeteria.

Peeking into the room, I find nothing, I turn around to find Caroline right behind me. I let out a gasp, dropping the knife.

“Shit Caroline, you scared me.” I said, holding my hand over my heart.

A smile broke out on her face, “That was the point!”

I gave her a questioning look, and as I’m opening my mouth to speak, she’s kicking me through the doors and into the cafeteria, falling on my ass.

“What the hell, Caroline?” I get up as she let’s out a cruel laugh.

“I’m not Caroline,” She said, realization hit me like a brick. This is Silas.

I turned to run, but my body is picked up, and thrown into a table. The force that my body was thrown at, broke the table.

Everything hurt, I laid there, and I was screaming at myself to get up, but I was in too much pain.

“I hate to kill you,” Silas spoke, steak in hand as he he came up to me. “You’re a great kisser.”

I growled, anger spiking my veins as the image of Silas posing as Kol came to mind.

“I can’t say the same for you,” I kicked the steak out of his hand, then again in his gut. I quickly jumped up, a new found strength in me, as I bring his head down onto my knee. I threw him into the furthest wall and go after the fallen steak. Steak in hand, I walk over to Silas, “You were actually my worse, it was probably the thousands of centuries of no practice that did it.”

He grabbed my wrist as the steak is inches from his heart, he let out a low chuckle. “You’re right, I am out of practice, but that doesn’t mean a little weak vampire like you is going to kill me, not even a hybrid like Klaus could kill me.”

Fear ran through my body, freezing it as he overpowered me. He switched places with my body so he towered over me yet again, taking advantage of my vulnerability.

“You know, I don’t think I’m going kill you just yet, I think you’ll make an excellent toy.” With that, he broke my neck.

My world went dark.


My body was wet and cold, enclosed inside some type of box. My body suffocating and weak.

Silas put me in here.

I weakly bang my hand against the door, it was sealed shut, and something was in front of it.

“Help!” I screamed as loud as possible, wasting more oxygen.

I slowly get up from the icu water that surrounded me, I screamed for help again, bagging on the door.

Then I hear metal scratching against title, I start banging on the door again, using the last bit of oxygen in the freezer, I screamed out again.

The door opened, my body, ice, and water fall out. I looked up at my savour.

“Run,” Mary Porter said, grabbing my arm, and pulling me up. “Run.” Her ghost shouted.

I back away from her, shock limiting my movements, and she yelled at me again. I turned around and ran.

Not knowing my way around the school, I just run, putting as much distance from Mary and myself.

I found the girls dressing room, I go in there hoping there’s clothes I could change into. I dig three boxes, looking for anything.

I could hear my heart beat in my ears, blood pumping from adrenalineand fear.

I find a cheer suit my size along with a pair of sneakers, and quickly change.

Mary’s voice screamed in my head, the word run, echoing through it, loud and clear, filled with fear.

Once the dry clothes are on, I’m running again, Mary’s voice getting louder at what I guess the wrong turn. I wanted to curl up in a ball and hold my ear, trying in vain to block out her loud screaming, but I pushed through.

I turned down a hallway, and her screams ceased, but instead of a way out, I found Damon, wounded.

“What happened?” I sped over to him, he had several splinters in his stomach, which he was trying to get out.

“Elena happened,” I helped him pull out the last of the splinters. “Why are you in a cheerleading uniform?”

“Silas happened,” I responded, pulling him up after the last splinter. “Speaking of Silas, I think he’s with Stefan.”

He grabbed my arm and starter pulling me as he sped.

“What the hell, Damon?” I asked, ripping my arm from his hand.

“Stefan went to the boiler room to get down to the basement, we need to hurry.” He grabbed my arm again and sped off. We stopped in front of the boiler room, Damon ripped the door off its hinges, I followed him as he searched for the way to the basement. He found a door leading under ground and pulled if open. “Let’s go.”

I nodded my head, jumping down, I land on my feet, darkness surrounded me. Damon landed behind, pulling out a flashlight, he turned it on, casting shadows all around.

“We need to hurry,” he rudely shoved past me.

“Damon,” I screeched. “What the fuck?”

“I should be saying that to you, my brothers, girlfriends, and her friends life wouldn’t be on the line, if you hadn’t let Silas defeat you.” He hissed, walking further into the tunnel.

I go after him, “I can’t help that Silas is immortal and I’m a vampire, just like you.”

“Well here’s your time to help,” he turned around, fury in his eyes. “Save them and I’ll consider trusting you again.”

“Why do I need to earn your trust?”

He sped up to me, pinning me into a wall. “Because you sided with Katherine, even after everything she’s done to us.”

“I sided with Katherine because Elena and Jeremy killed Kol for the cure.”

“You’re a snake just like Katherine,” he grabbed my neck and threw me into the opposite wall. “I’ll never love you like I did her though.”

His words were a stab in the heart.

“How many bloody times do I have to hit you with a bat until you realize not to speak bad about Y/N?” Kol’s voice echoed throughout the tunnel as a baseball bat connected with Damon’s head, knocking him out. I look up to see if it’s really him, that I wasn’t imagining his voice, and he stood behind Damon’s fallen body, a smile on his face.

“Is it really you?” I asked, tears in my eyes as he stepped over Damon’s body, bat dangling from his fingers.

“Yes darling,” I get up and jumped into his arms, he wrapped his arms around my waist, bat still in his hand.

Realization hit me like a ton of bricks and I pulled away from “Kol”.

“How do I know it’s really you and not Silas?”

“Would Silas know about the prank we played on my siblings in the 15th century, pretending you were killed, and then acted as a ghost?”

“It really is you,” I wrapped my arms around his neck and bury my head into his chest, taking in his scent that I missed so much.

“Hello love,” he whispered in my ear, placing a small kiss on my neck.


Sing: Infinity - One Direction

It was 6am, we sat together on top of Steven’s Quarry, sitting on the ledge, waiting for the sun to raise. Kol and I left them behind in the basement, coming here, and enjoying every second we had left together, waiting for our goodbye.

Everything was still, quiet. The air was fresh, still smelling like nighttime, dew laying on the grass. The first rays of sunlight peaking on top of the canopy of trees, the sky slowly turning from a range of purples, oranges, and blues. Mine and Kol’s time together ticking down in this beauty.

“Leave Mystic Falls, Y/N.” Kol said, breaking the silence. “Leave once I’m gone, start a new life. Don’t spend it alone waiting to die to see me again, live your life Y/N, you don’t need me in it despite what you think.”

“Kol-”

“I mean it, leave today once I’m gone, find love.”

“But Kol I’m in with love you, not Damon, you!”

He cupped my face with both his hands, looking in my eyes, both of our tearfilled. “I know you are and I am too, that’s why I’m telling you this, because I love you and I want you to have a life.”

I close my eyes, tears fell down my cheeks. “I can leave Mystic Falls, but you? I want a life with you Kol.”

“And I want one with you too, but that can’t happen sweetheart. Find a new love, a new life. I will always be with you, it my not be the way that we want it, but I will be by your side like I have been since I died. Even though you can’t see me, in there Y/N. Do this for yourself and if not for yourself, for me, move on. I’m not asking you to move on right away, but live your life, don’t worry about Silas, no one in this god forsaken town.”

We’re looking into each other’s eyes now, noses and foreheads touching, neither of us wanting to leave the other. “I love you, Y/N L/N.”

He locked his lips with mine, the sun fully raising as he did, the world bursting with life as we kissed. It felt as if the flowers around us bloomed, animals came out of hiding, I could feel the magic of the sun rays on my arms as I wrapped them around Kol’s neck. Everything came to life as we kissed, I knew it did even though I couldn’t see it.

Then his lips were gone and my arms were falling down to my lap.

I slowly open my eyes, like I imagined the world being as we kissed, it was, but without Kol. Instead flower petals were floating down from the trees and mist from the water fall was in the air. Even though I couldn’t see him, I felt Kol right besides me, and I knew he was telling the truth; he would always be with me.

I close my eyes, knowing he can hear me, and say the words I didn’t get to say back.

“I love you too, Kol Mikaelson.”


The End.

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Getting the gold

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A/N: Hi! As I am finishing my Bucky Barnes/OC fanfic (It is in AO3, my nickname is YouAreMyMuse) I wanted to write this Sebastian Stan fic using his character Lance Tucker from The Bronze. I hope you all like it and please, correct whatever you want as I am not a native English speaker. Also, requests are open!


There you were. It had been a rough way until you got there. That was the first step to the Olympics. On the one hand, your heart sped up the moment you were thinking about it. On the other hand, you had left everything behind. Your family, your friends and your home. They were proud, you were sure of that, but you missed them. Your previous coach, the one that had been training you since you decided you wanted to do gymnastics, had told you all the sacrifices a professional athlete must do. Hours, hours and more hours of training. When you were a teenager and your friends were hanging out, you were still training and working hard.

The building was breath-taking and you felt your heart pumping against your chest. Your hand grabbed firmly your training bag and you walked inside the building. It bustling, full of young girls who were there for the same reason as you: Being part of the USA team in the next Olympics. Your self-steem began to drop as your eyes observed them. They all seemed incredible gymnasts as their bodies had the perfect shape. You felt embarrased and wanted to turn back, call a taxi and return home, where you should really be.

“May I help you?” A young red-haired girl was in front of you smiling politely and you noticed the little metal sheet with her name in it. “Alyssa”, she was called.

“Yeah, I’m Y/N Y/LN and I’m new here” The girl nodded and checked the list she had in her hand, raising her head again.

“Yes, here you are. You’ll be training with Coach Lance Tucker” She moved her hand while giving you the instructions to go to the private gym room.

You thanked Alyssa and took your bag again, walking between all those girls who laughed nervously and spoke to their new coaches. They would be the ones who could made them the new Gold medal winning or not. You sighed as you thought of your friends at your hometown and opened the door of the gym, having a look at the place. It was one of the best training rooms you had ever been. Your gym was not really expensive as your last coach, Mrs. Marinsky, couldn’t afford a better place.

“You’re late” You turned quickly when you heard a husky voice behind you and you saw a man entering the room and closing the door. He took off his sunglasses and placed them hanging from the top hem of his white t-shirt.

“Sorry? I thought you said 7.00”

“When I say an hour, it means thirty minutes early. Nevermind” He added waving his hand as it was useless speaking to you. “Y/N, right?” You nodded and he stared at you, placing his hands on his hips. “Come here”

You did as he had said and felt nervousness as his gaze was scanning you from the head to your feet. Lance touched his jaw as his eyes were staring at your legs. You press your hands in fists. You knew that was one of your weakness. Mrs. Marinsky had told you that before, even though she did even nothing to fix it. Lance sighed and bent to touch the back of your legs, which caused you to jump away.

“Can we just start?”

“Sweetheart, If I’m going to train you, I must know if you’re in a good shape, so stop being so prudish. Now, let me see what you have”

You ran to the locker room to change into your sports clothes and came back to the gym. Lance was leaning against the wall, waiting for you to start. You sighed and walked through the balance beam, prepared to do your best. The exercise began perfectly as you had all the movements in your head. You were approaching the end when Lance shouted and you lost balance.

“No, no! Your legs are flabby and you weren’t perfectly straight” His hands went from your legs to your hips, making you feel uncomfortable. “We need to work on it. Who the hell trained you before? No” he added moving his hand. “I don’t care”

“I’ve never been told this before…”

“Well, now I tell you. Forget everything you know about it. Now you work with me”

You continued doing all the exercises required in the Olympics, stopping each time Lance shouted at you, which was more usual than you wanted. Your muscles ached in pain and your body was covered in sweat. It was terrible for the first day.

“Okay, I’ve had enough! You are there talking and pointing what I do bad but you don’t do nothing!"You huffed and crossed your arms, staring at him in anger. "You could be worse than me” It was a lie, of course. Everybody knew about Lance Tucker and his Gold and Silver, but you were frustrated and needed to scream.

“The lady has claws"Lance smirked walking towards yourself and grabbed your elbow, bringing you closer to his chest. "Listen, doll, I’m the fucking God of gymnastics. You want a Gold as bad as I want and If you don’t like it or you think you can’t handle it, there’s the door"He pointed at it with his index finger. His plumped lips curved into a filthy smile and the tip of his tongue touched the corner of his mouth. "But, actually, I believe you can handle this and more” He left you and  put his sunglasses on, walking to the door. “Tomorrow we’ll be full speed”

He left you there, tired and sweating and a thought crossed your mind.

What an asshole.


“I SAID CLOSE YOUR LEGS!” Lance shouted at you and you landed on the mat, with your back straight and your hands up. He moved around you to observe you and raised a brow. “Sometimes I think you don’t listen to me”

“Sorry, I’m just tired”

“Sweetheart, that’s how you get the Gold. Do it again”

You mumbled something about his family and him and went back to your exercises. Your legs were shaking due to the long hours training, but you were enraged so you used that force to swing you and do it again. This time, your landing was perfect, or you thought so, but Lance just hummed and nodded, saying something like “Yeah, better. But not enough” and you wanted to erase that fucking smile from his face.

“What’s up, doll? You thought that was an easy thing? Just a few jumps and that?"Lance smirked and you sighed, grabbing your water bottle and drinking.

"Yeah, you stay there looking at me but I’ve never seen you doing anything. You might be a blabbermouth” You said smiling sweetly and sitting down on the bench near the mat, feeling your muscles groaning in pain. But, to be honest, you had felt an improvement in your technique as in your physical shape. But Lance wouldn’t know that. Ever. You would scream if you had to listen to him saying he was right.

Lance snored and took off his red jacket, dropping it to the floor. His white shirt was tight and you could see his muscles as he walked to the beam and you waited. Then, you understoo why he had won the Gold medal. His movements were graceful and precise. His landing was perfect and you could see his hips as his shirt has moved. You raised a brow and tried to suppress a laughter as you saw his tattoo, below his navel.

“See that, princess? That is what I want. You want Gold, then you must bleed for that” He took his jacket, throwing it to the bench and sat by your side. His smile was still there and you drank water, thinking of different ways of killing him, hiding the corpse and running to Canada. “You are too quiet. Where did those smart-ass comments go?”

“Shut up”

“Woah, okay” He nodded taking your bottle and drinking from it. Your eyes widened and definitely you had to kill him. That asshole. “I saw you looking at it”

“I don’t have any idea what are you talking about” He grabbed his shirt and lifted it a little. You were right, it was a medal tattoo.

“If you want gold, you could get it, actually” He smirked and laughed as he saw you taking your things and walking to the door as fast as your feet could.

“That’s not appropriate”

“Sweetheart, I’m your coach and believe me, we could do a lot of training together” His cheek was inflating as his tongue was doing a movement inside his mouth. Your body heated up and your cheeks flushed, making him to laugh again. “I could have you screaming my name!”

You ran away as fast as you could and thanked the weather. It was a cold day and the wind was hitting your hot face.

Yep, you thought, that asshole would be your nightmare.


“I said I’m sorry! Fuck! Give me a break!”

“We don’t have enough time for breaks, lady!” You headed to your room and tried to open the door, but Lance was there, fire in his eyes and his hands closed in fists. You sighed and finally opened the goddamnit door. “You’re lucky that your floor exercise was perfect and that helped you to be chosen, but that won’t be enough in the Olympics!”

“For fuck’s sake! I know, just shut up for a fucking moment when I’m trying to get myself together!” You stared at him, your rage fighting his and you observed his jaw tensing and his nostrils moving as he was breathing heavily. “We’ll work tomorrow”

“No. We’re working on it now”

“Wait, what?! Are you mad? I’m not going to train again!”

“Oh, sweetheart” Lance moved close to you, his voice husky and low. His blue eyes were now dark and full of lust. “You’ll do a lot of training. Get your pretty ass in that room. Now”

You obeyed and Lance closed the door before slamming you against the wall and attacking your lips. He tasted as good as you thought, if not even better. Something like mint and cinnamon. His hands pinned yours above your head and you gasped when he bit your bottom lip. He took that moment to introduce his tongue in your mouth. His hips were rocking against your body and you felt his bulge pressing.

“C'mon…"You muttered trying to get yourself free. His hands move to grab your ass and lifted you. Your legs wrapped around him quickly and your hands went to his brown hair, touching it and pulling it a bit. He growled and sank his nails in your ass’ curve, causing you to moan. Your hands travelled through his torso and removed his shirt, dropping it to the floor. You did the same with yours an unclasped your bra.

"Look at that beauty…"He muttered kissing your breasts and biting one of your nipples, making it sore and hard. You moaned and rocked your crotch against him.

Lance walked and dropped you on the bed, your naked torso hitting the soft duvet and quickly he pulled off your jeans and underwear and stared at your naked body, smirking as he put himself on the top of you. His calloused hands touched and caressed your breast until his right hand moved to your legs, touching your thighs. Your core was aching, asking for his touch and he pressed his palm against it while his thumb was touching your clit, causing you to hiss and moan.

"Look at you, sweetheart. You’re soaking and it’s all because of me…”

His mouth travelled down your abdomen, biting and leaving marks on it until his breathing was caressing your core. Lance opened you legs and grabbed the back of your thighs, moving you closer to him. The tip of his tongue barely brushed against your clit and you grabbed his hair, nails pressing against his scalp. He laughed and covered your core with his mouth. You moan and felt your heart bumping against your chest as your body temperature heated up. His tongue pressed against your clitoris and moved from the bottom, near your ass, to your top. His finger was introduced inside you and then another one and your hips moved, wanting more pleasure. God, that man was gifted. You knew you were close and you came over his mouth, screaming his name.

Lance quickly moved and unzipped his jeans, dropping them and his underwear to the floor after grabbing a condom. His tattoo was there and he smirked when he noticed your eyes fixed on it. He began to touch himself staring at your right in your eyes. He pressed the tip of the condom and rolled it over his length. His arms were both sides of your head and you saw those blue eyes watching at your face as you were calming yourself after your first orgasm. His tip pressed your entrance and you whimpered, causing him to smirk before filling you completely. It seemed the air had left your lungs and Lance put his forehead against yours, waiting for you to adjust to his length. Your hands grabbed his ass as a signal and he began to move, slow thrusts at the beginning. His movements became harder and faster and he held your legs, pressing them against your abdomen. This new posture hit you in new places, making you to scream.

“Yes, yes, coach Tucker”

“I told you…I’d be your best coach”

He continued slamming against you, biting and sucking your collarbone while one of his hands was pulling your head and the other one has holding your legs. Your breathing began to falter and you could feel yourself thightening around Lance’s length. You were close and both could notice it. His hips hit your ass as he continued moving. He thrusted one more time, deep and hard, causing you to scratch his back and to screaming, feeling the orgasm shaking your hole body. Lance came moments later and you both stayed there, holding your breaths until he rolled to your side, removing his condom and throwing it to the rubbish bin.

“I told you, doll. You would get the gold”

Once Upon a Dream. . .

Oliver and Felicity are away on their road trip when unbeknownst to them Barry loses control after Iris is kidnapped and runs so fast in an attempt to save her life that he takes them all back in time.  Oliver and Felicity start having visions and dreams of a life together that doesn’t yet exist.

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Felicity scrunched her eyes shut tight; trying to block out the bright, morning sun streaming in through the skylights.  She loved the beach bungalow her and Oliver were renting, but they seriously needed to invest in some blackout curtains!  She finally gave up and opened one eye.  She brought the heel of her hand up to dig into her tired eye socket before slowly blinking both eyes open and immediately shifting them to seek out Oliver.  She loved waking up before him in the mornings; the sun on his skin and the stubble on his face were her Kryptonite.  She couldn’t stop herself from reaching out to touch him; she loved the way his breath huffed sleepily as she trailed her hand down his back.  He rolled into the touch, his face turning fully towards her.  She leaned forward to softly kiss the side of his mouth.

“Felicity… “ he growled, his voice rough from sleep.

“Hmm… “ she purred in response, placing another kiss on the stubble of his jaw. 

“Go back to sleep.”

She laughed and watched his mouth quirk up quickly before turning back down into a frown.  “I’m serious.  This rising with the sun business has to stop.”  His eyes were still closed, his voice still gruff and well… sexy.  She went to lean in to him again and the world spun… or was just her world spinning? A wave of nausea washed over her and she sat up in a rush, clutching her head and taking a few sawing breaths.  “Oliver?”  She felt him come up on his elbow next to her, “Felic–” The world spun again and she dropped her hands to the bed to hold on; her right hand gripping his thigh and her left fisting tightly in the bed covers. Something wasn’t right.  “Oliver…”  She turned and locked eyes with him for just a moment before everything started to blur before her.  She tried to hold onto his leg, to hold onto his voice calling her name. “Felcity!”  She wished she could answer him, could soothe away the panic she heard in his tone, but it all happened too fast…   FELICITY!”

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Waking up//Daryl Dixon

Info: Waking up next to your boyfriend, Daryl after finding peace at Alexandria.

Warnings: just some really fluffy content !!

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

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The sun hit her skin, illuminating it in the sun. Her body was tan compared to her partners pale skin. Both of them held steady breathing, they were calm. She suddenly started to rile up and opened her eyes. She squinted them at first, adjusting to the light. Then she looked up at him, Daryl, her boyfriend. The sun shone across his, what she found, perfect face. His dark brown hair was in his eyes a bit, so she moved it out the way. She placed a hand on his warm, almost clammy, chest. She watched her hand fall and rise with each breath her took.

He was awake, but kept his eyes closed, relishing this moment forever. Not having a time to wake up, sleeping all through the night, sleeping in a bed, sleeping in a bed with the love of his life and being clean again. He felt her eyes on her face, her fingers ghosting over his eyelid, moving hair out his face. She happened to fix his hair, whenever, awake or asleep. Then a hand came down on his chest, his heart sped a bit at her touch but he stayed calm.

She watched as his eyelids danced, and then fluttered open. He did the same squint she had done a few minutes ago. He turned to look at her and a smile crossed her face.

“Wow” She spoke hoarsely.

“What?” Daryl asked, his voice as rough as hers.

“Waking up this late. Waking up to you. Waking up in a bed. I’ve never been to grateful to wake up in my life” She explained looking at Daryl’s face.

His blue eyes scanned her face. From her hair down to her lips. He noticed everything about her. The five pieces of stray hair that stuck up from her bedhead. The one crooked eyelash among all the others that were in a curve upwards towards her eyebrows, the one was shorter than the other, always was. He moved to her cheeks, a white scar lined down her cheek due to an encounter with a bad group, it made him frown. Her nose, it was a little crooked, but he didn’t mind, his was the sames. Her chapped lips, one was stuck behind a tooth, causing them to look uneven.

“Daryl” She spoke, he shook himself out of his trance.

“Yeah, waking up has never been so good” He followed up with a smile.

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magnetic // a michael clifford imagine

requested? yessss

smut? none

word count: 1,780

in which you are very outgoing and michael is very shy, but you are drawn to each other.

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Memories of You

Summary: Based on I Need You by BTS (reader’s perspective)
Members: Xiumin, Reader
Type: Angst
Length: 1,129

I was feeling really sad today and I just wanted to transfer my feelings into a story 

Trigger Warning: Mentions of Depression and Death

- Admin Mocha

Originally posted by taekwoon-the-aegyo-fairy

  It was at times like this you craved your home the most.  

  The cold winter air bit at your face as you stepped out from the office you worked at and began to walk in the direction of your apartment building, wrapping your scarf tighter around your neck as you shoved your hands deeper into your pockets and sighed. It had not only been a long day at work, however winter seemed to almost be eating away at your energy. You felt like you couldn’t get anything done without contracting a headache or developing a mood as bitter as the black coffee you ingested in the early mornings. For the longest and strangest time, so many things seemed to suddenly be dull and pointless in your eyes, and it was almost difficult for your lips to tip upwards into a smile. Work certainly dragged on and you expected the internal emptiness to be filled as you returned to your apartment and escaped from the battlefield of the city, but you were devastated to find that it lingered.

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Breath (deanXreader)

words: 698
warnings: FLUFF, sleepy dean (you have been warned)
request: “Hi! I’ve been craving a bit of sleepy dean lately. I was wondering if you could write something with like sleepy Dean talking and sleepy dean cuddles with like his head nuzzled into the neck kind of thing? Thank you so much! ♡” -@heyasshat

summary: Dean and you have a major cuddle session and share cute lil moments (≧‿≦)

a/n: IT HAS BEEN FOREVER AND I AM TREMENDOUSLY SORRY. i have been lacking an extreme amount of inspiration these past few months and i finally told my parents about my insomnia and depression (in a way at least) so I have been extremely busy and my homework has been nonstop so I’m hoping with this thanksgiving break I’ll be able to get back into writing. I LOVE YOU ALL AND THANK YOU FOR STICKING AROUND Xx

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His breath was slow. In and out. In and out. It slightly tickled the hairs on you neck, his warm air fanning the soft flesh of it. The two of you were in his bed, his head nuzzled into your neck like a puppy and his arms wrapped protectively around your torso. You were content, the heat he was producing warmed you to the bone. The two of you had been like this for over an hour, his tv played reruns of Game of Thrones, long since forgotten. Sometime 30 minutes in he had fallen asleep next to you and about 33 minutes in he had wrapped himself around you.

He murmured softly into your ear, probably from the dream he was wrapped into. You smiled lazily. You couldn’t help but wonder how a man so strong and tortured could turn into such a sleepy puppy.

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