nape of neck girl

Orange Skies and Blue Eyes

I haven’t posted in like forever but since it’s Christmas, I’ve decided to finish all my requests and will open requests again when I’m done doing so. 

Also Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was awesome 💚 I loved it and cried so much when I watched it. 

Can you do a one shot where Draco places his head in your lap? Kinda like when he did that with pansy but you know, cuter -Anonymous

“Leave me alone, Parkinson” Draco sighed, quickening his pace to get away from the dark haired girl. She had been acting extremely clingy today and seeing as Draco was already having such a stressful day, he couldn’t handle the way the pug faced slytherin’s obsession with him was an all-time high at the moment. Pansy was like an animal during mating season every once a month. There are times when her love for him was at a minimal and there are times (like now) where her hormones blast like fireworks waiting to burst.

“But Drakey….” Pansy whined, trying to make her face puppy dog like but ended up making Draco visibly disgusted “You promised to help me with Potions! We can watch the sunset too once we’re finished” Her hands had created a death grip on his bicep, disabling the boy from getting away. Draco mentally cursed at how he couldn’t just push her away. He was a Malfoy, he still had a reputation to keep.

“I don’t recall that” He squinted at her. The day couldn’t have gone worse for him. He had gotten detention from McGonagall because of his little banter with the Golden Trio during their Divination class and the fact that he had a tiring quidditch practice this morning. He looked up and prayed to any god there was up there to help him.

And just like that.

“Draco!” He turned his head to find his favorite pair of (E/C) eyes and (H/C) hair. You stood behind the awkward duo, holding back a laugh. You and Draco had been best friends since you were children. You fathers worked together in the ministry and were delighted you were both sorted in the same house.

“(Y/N)” He breathed, happily. Relief flowed through him as he stared at the smiling girl in front of him. You tried your best to hold back your laughter due to his obvious discomfort. Parkinson on the other hand looked at you with uttermost hatred. During the sorting in your first year, you were nervous as to where the hat would place you. Draco knew of your uneasiness and held your hand the whole time until your name was called. From then on, she swore to make your life at Hogwarts hell. That plan never went accordingly since you never visibly shown you were affected.

“I’ve been looking for you all over the damn place” You smiled, sweetly as Pansy scoffed not caring if Draco heard her. Your smile disappeared, feigning a hurt expression. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten…” The blonde gave you a baffled look.

“It’s Sit under a tree with your Best Friend Day!” You hollered, raising your arms for extra emphasis.

“That’s not a thing” Parkinson exclaimed, exasperated.

Draco slowly understood what you were trying to do and decided to play along.

“Oh yes. Of course I haven’t, love.” He grinned, scratching the nape of his neck. He looked down at the clinging girl next to him before he spoke “Sorry, Parkinson. It seems my schedule’s booked. Maybe on the 30th of February?” Pansy smiled, squealing in joy as she hugged Draco one last time. “You promise?” She batted her eyelashes making you gag.

“Yeah, I promise” Draco said, sliding his hand from her grip and wrapping an arm around you. You giggled realizing how dim witted Parkinson was. Well, they say love makes you blind but you didn’t recall that it also disintegrated your intelligence.  Pansy stuck her tongue out at you as if to say ‘I won’. You shook your head and giggled under your breath.


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You made many happy memories in Hogwarts with Draco. Your first casting of a patronus, first duel and even your first skinny dip –that’s a story for another time. You’ve done everything together well except snog of course. Friends don’t do that. You sat down on your favorite tree to sit on. It had the perfect view of the castle and had the perfect shade to protect you from the sun’s rays. Draco sat next to you, sighing contently as he lent his head back against the tree. You looked at him with concern as he noticed how tired he looked. You knew he wouldn’t admit it but he does get tired of acting this way from time to time. It wasn’t easy having his kind of title; The Slytherin Prince.

“You should rest, Draco…” You insisted, gently nudging his shoulder with yours. He opened his eyes to look at you, his signature smirk evident as he noticed the concern in them. “You could my lap as a pillow” You suggested, smirking as well “It’ll calm you”

“I’m not a child (Y/N)” He scoffed, noticing your teasing manner.

“I never noticed” You whispered, giggling after “Please?”

He could never resist you. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t. You had a way of controlling the him that had no need for dominance or violence; physical or verbal. He’s always seen you as more than a friend and if you were someone else, he would have asked you to be his from the start but you were you. He was afraid of you. Afraid of what you truly feel and how much it would affect him. The girl with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. There are numerous girls with these colors but only you can bring out true beauty. God, he hated himself for sounding like a girl.

He shuffled rather messily to get into the right position. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he looked so happy to be able to rest his head on your lap. He enjoyed it, especially at the way you caress his blonde locks between your fingers.  You knew again that this was something he wouldn’t admit to anyone –well except you.

“I told you it’ll calm you….Drakey…” You teased, looking down at him to see he was cringing at the name. You laughed, continuing your hand movements on his hair. “Don’t ever call me that” He groaned, placing an arm over his eyes.

“You should tell her the way you feel, Draco. Who knows what she’ll do next” You spoke in a joking manner but he knew it was laced with concern. He knew of what Parkinson tries to do to you when he wasn’t around but you’ve assured him countess of times that you payed no attention to the pug-face herself.

“You think she’ll try to get me to marry her?” He joked, trying to make you smile again. It mildly worked as he saw you had given him a half-smile. You looked up at the sky above you as it started to turn yellow-orange. The sunset in Hogwarts was always so beautiful to look at. The blonde removed his arm to stare at you. As cliché as it sounds, he thought you were more beautiful than the sun, moon and stars.

“(Y/N)” You tore your gaze away from the sky to see a better view of blue. His eyes were an ocean that you drowned in countless of times. He sat up, surprising you as he held the back of your neck with his hand. Your heart was beating rapidly unsure if he was going to do what you thought he was. He leaned in, capturing your lips in his. For once in his life, he actually felt something when he kissed a girl.

“You’re more radiant than whatever the sunset could bring” He said once he pulled away. You returned to your original position; His head on our lap whilst you relaxed against the tree, fingers wrapped around his soft blonde hair.

“Rest, Draco, my love. I’ll see you in a bit”

I'll Never Understand Fashionable Girls
  • *nerdy girl and popular girl walk into bathroom together*
  • Popular Girl: *puts on make-up in the mirror* I watched that show you're so into last night.
  • Nerdy Girl: You have! I knew I'd convert you sooner or later!
  • Popular Girl: I didn't really like it.
  • Nerdy Girl: Seriously!? Come on!
  • Popular Girl: Like, the effects are really bad and the plots don't make sense. The British accents are weird too.
  • Nerdy Girl: The effects are part of the charm. You have to actually pay attention to the plot. Also, British accents rule. It's how real English is supposed to sound.
  • Popular Girl: *puts on lipstick and smacks lips* It's just not my thing. I don't like sci-fi space stuff. I like action and drama. Realistic stuff.
  • Nerdy Girl: Speculative fiction tends to influence science, so everything you're dismissing now could possivly be very realistic in a few decades.
  • Popular Girl: I don't pay attention to that stuff. I like the here and now.
  • Nerdy Girl: *sighs* Whatever, enjoy being boring.
  • Nerdy Girl: *notices a string coming out of the nape of popular girl's neck*
  • Nerdy Girl: *lightly tugs on string*
  • Popular Girl: *stops moving entirely*
  • Nerdy Girl: Are you alright?
  • Popular Girl: *remains silent and still*
  • Nerdy Girl: *completely pulls string out of popular girl's neck*
  • Popular Girl: *disappears in a puff of smoke*
  • Nerdy Girl: ...Oops.
  • *a decade ago*
  • Some Lady: I think I'm the only one who can see it.
  • Friend: See what?
  • Some Lady: The knitter. It's sitting up on that building there. It's huge, and it's just knitting.
  • Friend: What does it look like?
  • Some Lady: It looks big and pregnant. But, it's stomach is made of yarn. It's just knitting. People, animals, buildings, clouds. Millions of things.
  • Friend: That sounds weird.
  • Some Lady: I think it's god.
  • Friend: Mmm.
  • Some Lady: There's nothing on the horizon. Like, there's nothing beyond it. Everything just starts where it sits. Now that I think of it. I've never been beyond that building. There's nothing but white out that way. Emptiness.
  • Some Lady: *looks at fuzzy yarn hands*
  • Friend: *lights up cigarette*
  • Friend: The I-95 takes you into Baltimore that way. But, you should write a book about that before anyone else does. I'd read it.
  • Some Lady: I don't like to write about what's on my mind.
  • The Knitter: *opens third eye on its belly*
  • *in the present, a week after our initial events*
  • *missing poster with popular girl's face is blown away by a careless wind*
  • Nerdy Girl: *stares at string on her desk*
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Scott x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, dirty talk, Alpha!Kink, sex, smut, biting (I dunno if that’s a Kink), hair pulling, Dom!Scott, Alpha!Scott, Sub!Reader

Requested by Anon


Since Scott had become an Alpha he’d become a little more intense. He seemed to have developed a skill at suddenly being next to you or Stiles which was incredibly unnerving. Stiles, However, still had to experience the sudden appearances in the middle of the night.

 

“(Y/N)?” Scott muttered calmly and you yelp, shooting up and grabbing out blindly to find something to throw at the voice.

 

“Oh sorry!” You squeaked when you slammed on the bedside light, seeing Scott clutching your alarm clock, looking amused at your attempt to defend yourself.

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@reedusteinrambles

3. Stuck in an elevator with Connor and Murphy.

(I already did the elevator one with Connor so I kind of tweaked the definition of stuck. 😂)

You and the boys stumbled slightly as you poured yourselves into the elevator laughing, you knew you’d probably wake your neighbours but you didn’t care too much. You’d all spent the evening at McGintys, shots and beers flowed and before long you were all a little inebriated. You’d been with the boys for a few months now, it took some getting used to, being in a poly relationship with the brothers. Loving both of them equally and making sure you had alone time with each of them as well as time together. It was hard at first, to make them both feel loved the same, but soon you all developed a routine and now it just came naturally to you all.

You’d noticed the looks Murphy was giving you in the bar, those smouldering blue eyes pinning you in place as he drank his drinks with that stupidly sexy smirk. You knew exactly what was on his mind and what he wanted. The three of you spent the night at the bar with little touches here and there and knowing looks. Connor had infinitely more control than his brother, he was able to calm himself and wait. Murphy however was a different story and as soon as Connor closed the elevator door you found yourself pushed up against the wall, his mouth devouring yours. His kiss was needy and desperate, it was hungry, and you moaned into the kiss when he fisted your hair. “Murph, we’re nearly t'ere. Can’t ye fuckin’ wait?” You heard Connor chuckle in the background and you could almost imagine him shaking his head as he rolled his eyes. Murphy broke away from you, his eyes were dark and the look he gave you sent a shiver down your spine. “Nah. Can’t fuckin’ wait.” He growled as he took a step back and hit the emergency stop button, making your eyes widen in surprise. He started shedding his clothes like it was a race and you found yourself unable to move. “Yer gonna fuck her in t’ elevator?” Connor looked at him incredulously. “Too fuckin’ right I am.” Murphy mumbled as he was finally free of clothes. He looked to Connor with a serious look and Conor knew just what his brother was saying. You with me brother? Well of course he fucking was and he followed suit with getting rid of his own clothing as Murphy got to work on yours. You were still in mild shock by Murphys desperate need for you that he couldn’t wait another few minutes to get in the privacy of the apartment, but it was all forgotten once you were naked and he pushed himself against you, letting you feel just how much he wanted you, he needed you.

He looked into your eyes for a moment before capturing your lips in a kiss, it was a little softer this time at first, loving. But soon it was heated and you were moaning into his mouth as he ground his hips into yours. He suddenly moved you away from the wall and then when he pushed you back you found yourself against something hard and warm, Connor. Connors hands ran down your sides taking in your curves that he loved so much as he kissed and nipped your neck, making you moan more. You felt exposed being naked in the elevator but with the brothers surrounding you, you felt safe and you seemed to lose all inhibitions.

Murphy broke away from your lips and dropped to his knees, looking up at you with those captivating eyes, as Connors arms snaked around your middle to help you stay upright. Murphy put one of your legs over his shoulder and he let his hands slowly caress your skin as he placed feather light kisses to your thigh. You moaned softly in anticipation as he kissed his way up to where you needed him most. Connors arms were still holding you up but his hands started palming your breasts and playing with your nipples. Just as he distracted you Murphy attached his mouth to you, licking and sucking your clit. A loud moan escaped your lips at the feel of him, he was always so good at that. He moaned himself as he inserted a finger and then another. He loved the taste of you, he could do this for fucking hours. But they didn’t have hours, in reality it wouldn’t be too long before someone was notified the elevator had stopped.

He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that special spot causing you to cry out. “T'ats our girl. Cum for us lass.” Connor purred into you ear, sending you over the edge. If Connor wasn’t holding you up you’d probably be a heap on the floor, you were chanting both their names like a prayer as Murphy helped you ride out your waves of pure bliss. When he was sure you were done he withdrew his fingers and carefully moved your leg, standing up and looking at you intensely. He grabbed your jaw forcefully and kissed you hard, you could taste yourself on him. Before you knew what was happening he spun you around and bent you over, suddenly confronted with Connors huge hard cock right in your face. You gripped onto his hips to steady yourself for what you knew was coming as Murphy sheathed himself fully inside of you. You both moaned loudly at the sensation and then you felt Connor running a hand through your hair. Murphy leant over you and placed a kiss to the nape of your neck. “Be a good girl and open yer mout’ for Conn.” Murphy commanded, making you open your mouth for them. Connor slid his cock inside of your mouth and suddenly you were full of MacManus and it was glorious. You loved how the boys tasted and as Murphy started thrusting, it made you take Connors cock in deeper.

“Fuckin’ Christ!” He cried out. He thought you felt like heaven and he made sure he let Murphy know when he looked at him. All you could do was take what they gave you and moan around Connors cock at how good it felt, feeling the intense pleasure building up inside of you. The boys were losing themselves and Connor was losing control, your mouth felt amazing around his cock and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. He looked to Murphy who was pounding into you like an animal, his face contorted with pure pleasure that Connor could feel himself. “Murph, ain’t gonna last.” He panted out as he ran his hands through your hair, pulling on it ever so slightly. “Ye hear t'at m'girl? Me brot'ers gonna fill yer mouth wit’ his cum soon. Need ye t’ cum for us again love. Cum wit’ us.” Murphy demanded in between his moans as he thrust into you over and over again. He knew he wouldn’t last, when they were in these situations, when one came, the other did. Their connection was too intense. They wanted you to fall over the edge with them, they needed you too. “C'mon lass. Let go for us.” Connor moaned as he tried desperately to hold off his own release. It’s all it took for you and you clamped down around Murphys cock as you came blindingly hard, moaning loudly around Connor. It felt like every nerve in your body was on fire as the pleasure consumed you.

They came together with a string of moans and curses in various languages. It was harder than they’d ever cum before, Connor spilling himself down your throat and Murphy released himself inside of you. Murphy almost collapsed on you when he was done, sweating and panting as he placed a kiss on your back before pulling out and leaning on the wall beside you. “Jesus Christ.” He panted, trying to come back from his incredible high. “Lords name.” Connor smirked as he pulled you up and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. “T'at was fuckin’ incredible lass.” He grinned. He kissed the top of your head before pushing you both away from the wall and helping you redress. “Aye it was.” Murphy chimed in with a lazy grin as he walked over and gave you a loving kiss, running a hand through your hair. He got dressed and when you were all decent he got the elevator going again. By the time you got inside the apartment you were all truly spent and sated, collapsing in a tangle of limbs on one of the mattresses and falling asleep straight away.

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Tenderness

Robb Stark x Reader

Author’s note: this is a kind of prequel to Ruins. This looks like it’s trying to become a kind of illogically ordered series. Also the original song was in Hebrew, so I provided the translation Eric Whitacre provided for the song. I trust him, since his wife wrote the lyrics. So, credit there. Also the typical “I don’t own Robb” thing because copyright. Enjoy!

Warnings: A fade-to-black sex scene, but otherwise this is pretty fluffy. 



Hu hayá malé rakút

Hi haytá kashá

Vechól káma shenistá lehishaér kach,

Pashút, uvlí sibá tová,

Lakach otá el toch atzmó,

Veheníach

Bamakóm hachí, hachí rach.

 

He was full of tenderness;

She was very hard.

And as much as she tried to stay thus,

Simply, and with no good reason,

He took her into himself,

And set her down

In the softest, softest place.

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Oral Favors

Prompt: Giving Stefan head and recieving head.

Pairing: Stefan x Reader

Warnings: Smut, fingering oral, curse words

Words:1k

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Happy New Year

He was chewing on a peppermint and he had pine needles in his hair.

Lily Evans bit into her popcorn ball and chewed thoughtfully. As a general rule she liked to not stare at James Potter for too long, just incase he noticed and decided to do something about it. The last time he’d noticed her staring they’d made out for twenty minutes in a closet with a broom sticking into her back. They were both late to class.

Lily let her green eyes float from the messy black hair atop James’ head all the way down to his feet, which were bare. He was digging his toes into the thick burgundy carpet while he talked with his friends. Remus Lupin and Sirius Black were making fun of him. Lily knew only because his ears were red and he was laughing awkwardly. Lily watched his toes dig into the rug more as he cackled. Lily wondered what made him go barefoot in the drafty castle like it was the middle of summer, instead of the day before the Christmas holidays.

Everyone was going home tonight. James was likely saying goodbye to his mates for the holidays. They were all going home apparently, even Sirius Black was going home with James and he never left Hogwarts. Lily had chosen to stay at Hogwarts for the Holidays. Home wasn’t a place she had wanted to be and Hogwarts at least had her friends (and James).

Currently, Lily was alone in the back corner of the Gryffindor common room. Her position isolated was something that had clearly escaped James’ notice. If he had noticed, she most certainly wouldn’t be alone. Lily didn’t mind the peace and quiet; it gave her time to watch him. She learned a lot of things by watching James the past few months.

For example, she learned James favored leaning on his right leg and when he got mad he waved his arms around like a lunatic. Lily knew he liked sugar in his coffee and milk in his tea. She had inkling he was afraid of snakes and preferred warm weather to cold. She had learned all of this by watching him. Lily’s green eyes focused on the bit of the pine in his black hair. Sirius had brown leaves clinging to the back of his sweater.

Suddenly hazel eyes met green eyes and she was no longer unnoticed.

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“Safe - Part 2″

*mentions of sexual assault and battery*


Happy x Reader w/ Tig friendship
(GIF isn’t mine)
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It was still dark out when Wayne pulled up at the emergency room parking lot and put the car in park as Tig pulled up beside him.

You swallowed hard, knowing the assault you endured was only the beginning of the nightmare. Soon there would be doctors hovering over you, police digging into you for answers you wouldn’t be able to give, then…..Happy. You felt the tears prickling at your eyes again as you began to hyperventilate, a panic attack washing over you as you pressed your head into the seat back and clamped your eyes shut.

“Woah, hey,” Wayne spoke, trying to soothe you, “It’ll be alright (Y/N).”

“I-I-I’m gonna be know-wn as the ra-aped girl” you sobbed, stuttering through your gasping breaths as Tig walked up to the window, resting his bare arms on the door and watching you, trying to think of a way to ease your pain.

“I’ll take it from here, Unser, thanks for driving her,” Tig spoke through your window to the man in the driver’s seat, opening your door and helping you out, still clothed in only his shirt and a blanket.

“Alright. Let me know if you need anything, I’ll send one of my unis up here to take her statement later so we can start looking for this guy.” Wayne said, but Tig shook his head, “Might not need that brother, wait for my call.”

The Chief of Police looked at your friend sternly but Tig spoke again, “Look at her, man. She doesn’t want to have to relive this shit, your cops tearing her apart with a fine tooth comb,” he argued, turning to you, “What if I call Jax?Have Tara come up and we can do this whole thing confidential, nobody has to know.”

You nodded and Tig shut the car door, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you walked to sit outside the hospital and wait, “Hap’s gonna want to handle this justice on his own. No sense in getting police involved. Doc will know how to keep it under the radar,” he assured you while dialing Jax.

As it happened, Tara had actually been working and walked down to meet you, carrying a pair of scrubs with her and handing them to you, ushering you into the restroom to change.

When you stepped out in your fresh clothes, Tara motioned for you to follow her and told Tig to have a seat in the waiting room. You turned to him, handing him his shirt with a panicked look on your face. He nodded to you, “I’ll call Hap,” he sighed. “Don’t give him details over the phone Tig, he’ll kill himself trying to get here,” you begged of him and he nodded once again, turning to walk back down to a row of chairs in the hallway as you disappeared around the corner.


After your examination and all the tests, you were put in a room and Tara went out to get Tig. You curled up in the hospital bed in the fetal position, closing your eyes and wishing you could just escape for a while. Tig knocked on the door twice before opening it and stepping inside, closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” he whispered, and you opened your eyes, watching him as he walked to your bedside, “Happy’s on his way. I didn’t tell him what happened I told him I didn’t know just that he needed to come,” he wrinkled his nose, “He’s gonna kick my ass when he finds out….” he trailed off and your bottom lip started to quiver again.

“I need him here!” you wailed, turning your back to Tig, burying your face in the sterile-smelling sheets and sobbing.

Tig sat on the edge of the hospital bed and stroked your back as you cried, gritting his teeth as his entire body filled with rage, wanting nothing more than to rip apart the asshole or assholes who hurt his friend. You stopped crying after a few minutes, finally drifting off to sleep and he thought about moving to sit in one of the chairs but decided against it, wanting to be near you to comfort you. He pulled himself up further into the bed, resting his back against the elevated part as you rolled over, resting your head against his ribs, sighing deeply and settling back to sleep. Within minutes, Happy came walking into the room, his face filled with anger as he glared at the bed. Tig pulled a finger up to his lips in a shushing motion and gently rolled you away from him and stepped down from the bed, walking past Happy to the door and whispering to him to come outside.

“Just ran into Tara, she said you’ve been here for hours.” Happy stared at Tig who said nothing in response, “Why didn’t you call me sooner?”
Tig huffed and looked solemnly at his brother, “I was the one who found her, Hap. She wouldn’t come to the hospital at all unless I promised to wait to call you.”
Happy furrowed his eyebrows and stepped to Tig, “Be pissed if you want brother but I had to take care of our girl and I didn’t see it happening any other way,” he stammered, backing away from the menacing man in front of him.
“So what happened?” Happy rasped.
Tig looked down at his boots, “Hap,” he breathed, not offering anything more.
“Tell me,” Happy ordered, clenching his fists.
“She was knocked out, kidnapped, beaten and …..” Tig took a deep breath and exhaled, his voice cracking as he tried to find the words, “…..raped, brother.”

Happy’s top lip trembled as he wheeled around, slamming his fists against the wall and yelling in agony, startling the nurses and visitors nearby who speedwalked away.
Spinning back around, Happy’s glare dug into his blue-eyed friend, “WHO.” he grunted and Tig grabbed Happy by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes, “I don’t know. She doesn’t remember, Happy,” he rationalized and Happy huffed impatiently, turning to walk down the hallway out of the hospital and Tig chased after him, “Hey, hey, hey! Hap!” he shouted, running in front of him and blocking his way.
“Move!” Happy grunted trying to push past his brother but Tig pushed him back by his shoulders, “Get off me!” he yelled.

“Happy she needs you, brother. You gotta stay even for now, you gotta be here for her. In the morning we’ll bring it to the table. We’re all gonna back you, man, whoever did this deserves to burn that’s why the police haven’t been called,” he paused, taking a deep breath, “But right now she needs to know you love her.” he stated, squeezing his tattooed friend on the shoulder.

As quickly as it came, Happy’s rage subsided as he realized that the pain he was feeling from having his old lady attacked was nothing compared to yours, as you were enduring both physical and mental torture.

His eyes softened and his anger turned to sadness as he nodded and pulled Tig in for a hug, “Thanks for being there for her, bro,” he croaked, patting him on the back and then turning to walk back inside.
Tig scratched his head as he watched Happy re-enter your hospital room, closing the door behind him.

The sun was beginning to come up as Tig walked down the hall outside to head home. At the same time, Happy was crawling into the bed with you. He pulled you to him, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his nose into the nape of your neck.

“I’m so sorry baby girl,” he mumbled against your skin, squeezing you, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.”
You were awake, listening to his every sound, but you couldn’t bear to face the reality right now, so you pretended you were still asleep, knowing you were safe Happy’s arms tonight.

Strawberry Moon - (Trixya/Vatya) - (3/5) - spacespice

Just another Hollywood lesbian AU. Trixie is a struggling music artist finally discovered by a sleazy Hollywood manager; however, his Russian trophy bride (along with her small-waisted young lover) complicate and confuse Trixie’s rise to the top as a legend, icon, and star.

A/N: So, this is a shitty little update with a pinch of Vatya smut. Mostly, it’s just that one chapter that’s hard to write but is super important because it bridges the first part of the story to the second. Good news is, I actually know what I’m doing for the final parts of this fic. I’m no longer flying by the seat of my pants, you guys! That’s progress.

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A very rad couple came in today and this badass gal got 3 micro-dermal implants on the back of her neck and 1 implanted on each hand. All done by Courtnie Houde at Ascending Lotus Tattoo

Vancouver, WA

What’s Her Name? (Kai)

“Oh my god, you’re pregnant. YOU’RE PREGNANT!” Kai exclaimed, picking me up and spinning around. He was ecstatic when he found out. That was only 20 minutes ago…
“What should we name her?” he asked. I laughed
“Calm down, it’s too early for that. And besides, how do you know it’s a girl?” I questioned
“I just know it. Soon-to-be Father’s intuition.” he answered. I elbowed him
“But really, I like the name Jiyeon…OR, Nini!” he shouted
“Uhh, Nini is your name, pabo. But what if it’s a boy?” I asked again
“Kai Junior will do.” he replied. I chuckled and shook my head
“What if I want to name her _____ Junior?” I raised an eyebrow
“That’s fine too but I have to much more! What about Eunmi? Hyesoo? Jiyoo? Raejin? AHHHH SO CUTE! Seoyeon?” he kept on rambling
“How about I asked the members?” he asked but didn’t let me answer because he already whipped out his phone and dialed for Sehun, then put it on speaker
“Yeoboseyo?” Sehun answered
“SEHUN-AH, are the members with you?” Kai asked.
“Yeah, why?” the maknae answered
“What should I name my baby girl?” Kai questioned again
“OMO, _____’s pregnant?!” I heard Chen in the background
“Yeah, and we’re thinking of girl names.” Kai replied
“We’re uncles, hyungs!” Sehun screamed and an applause was heard in the back
“Congratulations guys!” Suho complemented
“I think Sunhi would be a suitable name!” Chanyeol yelled
“No! Haeran!” Baekhyun argued
“We’ll call you later. Gotta make up a list.” Sehun informed and hung up
“Don’t you think it’s a little early for this?” I asked, sitting on the couch, he was quick enough for me to sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around my stomach and rested his head on the nape of my neck.
“Absolutely not. I want my baby girl to have the cutest name ever.” he answered
“I thought I was your ‘baby girl’.” I raised an eyebrow
“You’re my big baby girl.” he corrected
“What if we’re not good parents?” I worried
“Why would you think that? We’re going to be the best parents ever.” he rubbed my belly
“Yeah, cause you’re going to spoil him or her.” I smirked
“What?! No! You’re the one spoiling them, always breast feeding them when you should be feeding me!” he argued. I elbowed him again
“Kim Jongin!” I turned red
“But really, what should we name her?” he asked
“I liked one of the names you said earlier…what was it? Oh! Seoyeon!” I grinned
“Ahh! That’s so cute! Seoyeonnie! Nice ring to it.” he agreed.
“I’m going to teach her how to dance and Vocal line can teach her how to sing! And you can teach her to cook!” he planned out
“Oh my god, you’re getting really excited about this.” I facepalmed
“Of course I am! My baby’s having a baby!” he hugged my tighter and we stayed that way until we both fell asleep.

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What’s Your Type? || Conor

Conor masterpost found here

Word count - 1,204

Summary - The one where there’s no one but him.

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You would always say that you didn’t understand why your first dates never developed into something more. You considered yourself approachable and fairly easy on the eyes, so you always said you didn’t know why you could never settle down into a relationship. You would kiss guys you went out with, sometimes even sleep with them, but you could never form a genuine bond. The thing was, you were only acting like you didn’t know why. Deep down, you knew it was because of him.

You and Conor had been very good friends for a long time. You always thought that you were content as just that, but any time you went on a date, you compared the guy to Conor. How he looked, how he spoke and acted and laughed. That was why you could never commit to anyone. It was because in the back of your head, you only wanted to commit to Conor.

Today was no different. You went out to dinner with a guy and ended the night completely uninterested. You gave him more pity laughs than genuine ones and his eyes never shone as brightly as Conor’s did. He invited you back to his flat, but you declined, making up something about having to wake up early the next morning. He took the hint and you went your separate ways.

As you were in the Uber headed back to your flat, you rang your best friend, (Y/F/N). “Thought you were on a date?” she said as soon as she picked up.

“Was,” you said, running your fingers through your hair and looking out the window. “I wasn’t feeling it.”

(Y/F/N) sighed, “You can’t keep kissing strangers and pretend that they’re him.”

“I’m not!” you said defensively.

“Yes you are,” (Y/F/N) laughed. “You’re always comparing every date to Conor. I’m surprised you haven’t moaned out his name during sex with another guy. Oh Conor! Yes, Conor, right there!”

“Shut up!” you snapped, cringing at your friend.

“Just face it,” (Y/F/N) said, “you’re in love with Conor and no other guy is going to work out until you try it with him.”

By the time you got off the phone with (Y/F/N), you were at your flat. You thanked the Uber driver and paid her, then took off your heels to walk up the three flights of stairs to your flat. As soon as you crossed into your threshold, you found yourself dialing Conor’s phone number. It only rang twice before he picked up. “Ello!” he said cheerily. “Thought you had a date tonight?”

“Nah,” you said, tossing your keys in a bowl on the counter. “You wanna come over? I’ve got beer and,” you paused and opened your freezer, “ice cream?”

Conor laughed, “Not exactly a selling combination, but I’ll be there in ten.”

In the ten minutes it took Conor to get to your flat, you changed into some comfy clothes, took off your make up and braided your hair into two braids. Just as you were getting two beers out of the fridge, Conor buzzed in. He greeted you with a hug as soon as he came in the flat, and the two of you went to sit and chat. “So, how’d the date go?” Conor asked with a teasing smile.

“Well,” you said, “I’m sitting on my couch looking like this and drinking a beer with you, so how do you think?” You laughed and took a sip of your drink.

“Ah well, he probably wasn’t worth your time anyway,” Conor shrugged, drinking out of his bottle as well.

“I guess he just wasn’t my type,” you said.

“What is your type?” Conor asked. “You know, I’ve known you for ages and I’ve never known you to have a boyfriend. I don’t even know what kind of people you like.”

Your cheeks got a little warm as you took another sip of beer. “Ah, I don’t want to bore you,” you said.

“It’s not boring,” Conor said. “I asked, which means I want to know.”

“Alright,” you sighed in surrender. “If he’s got a big dick and an even bigger personality, I’m in.”

“(Y/N),” Conor laughed, turning to sit so his whole body was facing you. “I’m serious. Why can’t you just tell me?”

“Because it’s stupid,” you said, drinking more of your beer.

“What, are you a lesbian or something?” he asked. “Because if you are, that’s not stupid.”

“No I’m not a lesbian,” you laughed. “Fine, okay, you want to know? Alright, I’ll tell you for real.” Conor smiled and drank more from his bottle as you continued. “I like someone with nice eyes-”

“What color?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Blue? I don’t really care about the color as long as they light up when they smile, y’know? They don’t have to be massively tall, but just a bit taller so I can hear their heartbeat when I hug them. Someone who doesn’t take life too seriously, like, when there’s a problem they just laugh on through it and make the most out of it. I love guys who can make me laugh and cheer me up in an instant, but also know when I want to be sad. Sometimes laughing or smiling won’t fix things and I just need to sit and be sad and I just need someone to listen. I want them here when I need them. Like, they don’t have to be there all the time, but I need to feel loved when I feel alone. Even if all we do is sit on the couch with a beer and just… talk.”

You willed yourself to look up at Conor who was staring at you intensely. The more you talked, the less aware you became of what you were saying. The words were just sort of spilling out and it was only when you looked at Conor that you realized you had just described him. The look in his eyes told you that he noticed that too. “Conor I’m sorry,” you said, tapping your nails on your beer bottle anxiously. “I don’t want to make things awkward now. We should just forget I said anything.”

“You don’t even want to hear what my type is?” he asked. You put down your beer bottle and fiddled with your hands on your lap.

“What’s your type?” you almost whispered. Conor put his bottle down too and scooted a bit closer to you.

“You.”

Conor pressed his lips to yours, holding his hand against the back of your head. Your arms draped around his neck and you kissed him back. The kiss was slow but forceful, like you both had been waiting so long to kiss each other and wanted to savor the moment for as long as you could. When you both finally pulled away from each other, you kept your foreheads pressed together. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Conor asked you.

“I didn’t think you’d feel the same,” you said, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I’ve seen the girls you take home. I’m not like them.”

“(Y/N),” he said, letting out a gentle laugh, “you’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”

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  After grabbing her by the neck and feeding from her nape, the misterious girl drove Gorgo to a room that resembled a lot the one where she spent the night with Caleb.

 It might even be the same room, she couldn’t tell. 

 Everything was spinning around as she felt dizzy. How many hours have passed? What could Gorgo do for her own sake when she couldn’t even move her head?