no turning back that smirk made me do it

History Part 2~ Theo Raeken Imagine

A/N: I can’t believe you guys liked the first one so much! Thank you so much for reading it and requesting a part 2! I hope you enjoy this one as much as you did the first one. 

Requested: Yes. Yes. It was. 

Prompt: You haven’t seen Theo since he was sent to hell and now he’s back but you have a new guy in your life. Yet that won’t stop Theo from winning you back.

Warning: None

[Part 1]

With that look came his oh so signature smirk and 3 words that made my breathe hitch. “Not for long.” and with that, he turned and retreated into the darkness”

Here I was, one week later, standing in the middle of an empty classroom with Theo right in front of me. He was looking at me, like I was the only thing in the world he ever cared about and quite honestly I was looking at him the exact same way. All I wanted to do was run into his arms, forget the world around us, and just run away together. Yet, before I could act on my rash decisions, Theo opened his mouth to speak.

“I’ve been trying to get you alone all week, but your guard dog just wouldn’t leave your side.” I shook my head, letting out a small laugh. It was true Nathan was being extra clingy this week but that’s only because he feels threatened. What else would any sane person do when Theo Raeken shows up, out of nowhere, threating to take the girl you love away from you. I looked at Theo. “Yea. Well, he just doesn’t want to lose me.” “I don’t blame him.” He looked sad, which, in turn, made me feel guilty. I shouldn’t have moved on, I should have waited for him, I should have had more faith that he would come back to me. I looked at the ground and whispered quietly. “I’m sorry Theo.” He instantly walked towards me, stopping when his feet touched mine. With one hand he gently grasped my waist while using the other to lift up my head, ever so delicately. “Hey. It’s not your fault. None of this is. It’s mine. If I hadn’t been such an asshole then Scott wouldn’t have felt the need to send me away.” The more regret and sadness I saw in his eyes, the guiltier I felt. “I know, but I shouldn’t have started dating someone else. I should have waited for you Theo. I should have believed that you would have found a way to come back to me. I’m so sorry. If it wasn’t for me this wouldn’t be so complicated.” That’s when the tears started to flow endlessly down my flaming cheeks as Theo shh’d me and pull me closer into his chest. “Y/N. Princess. It’s okay. I would’ve have wanted you to move on. To find someone that makes you happy. I didn’t know if I was going to get out. No one did.” He rubbed my back soothingly as I continued to cry silently on his chest. “The question here, is does he make you happy Y/N. If he does then I will leave you alone, and let you be happy with him.”.

I looked up at Theo. Did Nathan make me happy? Sure, we had great times together and I always seemed to find myself laughing when I am with him. But he didn’t make me as happy as Theo did. I don’t think anyone could make me that happy. There wasn’t enough time to tell Theo the truth, as Scott comes barging into the classroom, looking extremely out of breath. “I don’t mean to break up this reunion, but Nathan is coming down the hall, looking for you Y/N.” Theo looked down at me and placed a soft gently kiss on my forehead. “Let me know when you have an answer”. With that he disappeared with Scott out into the hallway and I knew exactly what I had to do.

Within in minutes, Nathan was entering the classroom, looking directly at me. “Y/N? What are you doing in here?” I sighed softly and motioned for him to sit in the desk next to me. He did as I asked and I looked at him, trying to muster up the courage to do this. “Nathan. I care about you, and I know you care about me, but-” He stopped me by standing up and taking a few steps back. “Are you breaking up with me? For him?” I tried to reach for him, but every step I took towards him, he took two more back. “Look Nathan. It’s nothing you did. Theo’s my guy. He’s the guy I’m in love with and I will always be in love with him. God Nathan, you’re perfect in every aspect that comes in the boyfriend category, but Theo is perfect for me.” He simply shook his head. “Why did you date me if you were just going to go back to him?” I thought about it for a moment and then exhaled. “Honestly, I didn’t think he was coming back. No one did. I thought that you could be the guy who makes me forget Theo, in every way. But he’s back now, and it wouldn’t be fair to you or to myself to continue this relationship with you if I still love him.” Nathan nodded and exited with a soft “See you around Y/N”.

With that out of the way, I picked up my bag off the floor and ran for the hallway. I had to find him. I had to tell him. Searching in every classroom and every hallway, I finally spotted him standing next to my locker. I stopped in my tracks and smiled as we locked eyes. In seconds, I was running as fast as I could into his arms. He caught me effortlessly pulling me close to him as I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. “It’s you. It’s always been you and it will always be you. I love you Theo Raeken.” I’ve never seen him smile that wide and his eyes twinkle so bright. “I’ve waited 6 long months to hear those words again. I love you Y/N Y/L/N.” With those words being said, I crashed my lips onto his and promised myself that I would never let anyone take him away from me ever again.

@star-gazer178

Summerbreeze

Characters: Klaus x Reader

Warnings: non, fluff?

Originally posted by dgptxoxo


You spent the whole day wandering through the streets of New Orleans, letting Klaus show you around. You stopped a few times to watch the different street artists, tried different foods and simply enjoyed the pure life of the city. 

The sun was already setting when Klaus safely navigated you through the streets back to the mansion. You feet were hurting in the thin sandals you were wearing while Klaus seemed just as energetic as ever, moving with ease, you dragged your feet with every step you took.

You pulled on Klaus’ hand and he immediately stopped walking, turning to look at you over his shoulder.

“Yes, love?”

Putting on a pitiful face you complained, “My feet hurt.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow, the stupidly handsome, lopsided grin that made you heart beat fast every single time spread across his face.

“Ah? And what do you want me to do about it?”

Klaus’ smirk widened when you shot him a glare.

“Give me a piggy-back ride home. You’re the strong, bad hybrid. That shouldn’t be a problem for you, right?”

Klaus laughed, a sound so innocent it made you realize once again that there was so much more to him than the rest of the world thought.

“I suppose I could carry you home…” Klaus playfully pondered, but already crouched down a bit to make it easier for you to climb on his back.

Grinning you took a few steps back and charged towards him, jumping on his back with force, your legs easily winding around his waist.

Klaus didn’t even budge from the force, but quickly grabbed your thighs to stop you from falling right back down.

Tilting his head he looked back at you while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Careful, love.” Klaus chuckled.

Grumbling you lightly ruffled his hair, your fingers easily sliding through the soft locks.

Still chuckling Klaus tightened his hold on you and started to make his way trough the buzzing streets of New Orleans.

Breathing in his scent you hummed contently and rested your head on his shoulder. You walked in silence for a while until Klaus stopped in front of a street musician, the sound of the guitar drifting through the air accompanied by the musician’s voice.

I think love will come towards me
like a warm summerbreeze
I got my head among the clouds
and I will never be free…

You pressed a small kiss against Klaus’ neck while listening until the musician left, the song still drifting through your head when you reached the mansion.

“Don’t You Ever Follow Directions?”

Leroy Jethro Gibbs


As you wielded away in his kitchen, throwing random things in pots and pans as the prime rib slowly roasted in the oven, Gibbs looks around his kitchen for any sort of anchor as to what you were cooking.

And he found the recipe you had supposedly printed out laying crumpled up on the floor.

He smirked as he looked back towards you.

“Don’t you ever follow directions?” he asks.

And his voice made you jump.

“Dammit, Jethro!” you squeal as you throw a rag at him, “Don’t you ever make noise when you walk!?”

But all he could do was grin at you.

“And besides…I don’t need directions,” you huff as you turn back to your food.

“Sounds like another take-out night,” Gibbs smiles.

“Watch yourself, Leroy,” you warn as you begin stirring frantically, “there’s a grave out back with your name on it.”

“They’d find me in a heartbeat!” he yells out as he turns to head to his room.

“Not if I pay people off!” you yell back at him as you burn yourself on a pot.

“Aaah…ssssss!” you hiss.

“With what money!?” he asks coming back with a band-aid.

“Thanks,” you murmur as you watch him put it on you.

And then he brings your burnt finger up to his lips for a kiss.

“You like me too much,” he smirks.

“Nope,” you pop.

“I love you too much,” you correct.

You loved it when you could make him smile.

But you loved it even more when you could make him pin you against the counter.

Tickle, Giggle, Moan

Rating: mature, NSFW smut (YAY, LOVEMAKING - no fucking today, kids)
Summary: Chris Evans x Reader - a fluffy tickle fight that turns into smut (as requested by @always-a-marvel-addict)
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You tip-toed across the floor, ready to startle Chris in the kitchen as he cooked dinner for the two of you. He was humming along to the tune of one of the songs from Tobias Jesso Jr.’s album Goon as it played from the stereo.

You were right behind him, and you made sudden, quick movements of digging your fingers into his sides. He jumped and stiffened, yelping as you did. You laughed and cuddled close to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. 

“Y/N, don’t do that!” He paused then turned to look at you with a mischievous smirk, “I’m gonna get you back for that,” he murmured.

“You still love me though, don’t you, babe?”

“Nah,“ he chuckled. He looked to see you frowning, and he smiled. ”‘Course I do,” he replied, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.
*
You’d both fallen asleep after dinner on the couch. You woke up before Chris, and you lifted his arm from over you so that you could get up. You looked at the clock, seeing that you’d only napped for around 20 minutes. Chris had to learn some more of his script for his new movie - you always helped him practice before bed - so you thought it would be best to wake him up.

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Shopping.

“  can you make a fix where reader x Calvin go grocery shopping and then you ask him to push you around in a cart n stuff ?? Just fluff sorry I’m so specific 😅 I love your blog 💕 “

I loved writing this, I’m sorry for it being short. <3 I hope you enjoy!  


Calvin and I walk hand in hand into Walmart. It’s currently 9pm, and we only just decided to go grocery shopping. We figured we should stock up on food, since there’s literally nothing to snack on at home. Calvin made me take a mental note to get more Coffee Mate, or as he likes to call it ‘Coffee Mahtay’.

We enter through the sliding glass doors, our eyes adjusting to the bright lights. I walk over to the shopping carts, pulling one back and pushing it towards Calvin. He chuckles, watching me struggle to push and turn it properly.

“Get in it, I dare you,” he giggles thinking I would do no such thing.

I raise an eyebrow at him, a small smirk appearing on my face. I walk to the side of the cart, holding onto it. I throw one leg over the side of it, the cart wobbles and I let out a small shriek. Calvin laughs, quickly grabbing a hold of it whilst I get try and steady myself. I throw my other leg over and into the cart, crouching down into a sitting position.

“Ta-da, bitch, I did it,” I say, smiling up at him widely.

Calvin shakes his head, smiling down at me. He starts pushing the cart towards the aisles. Every aisle we go down, a few more items are thrown into the cart around me. A bunch of chocolate, crisps and other incredibly unhealthy snacks are bunched around me. We pull up to a stop in front of Calvin’s most beloved item ever. Coffee Mate. He reaches out to it, grabbing it from the shelf and putting it down in my lap.

“Make sure my baby doesn’t get hurt, okay?” he says, a worried expression on his face. His act breaks when he starts dying of laughter at my reaction. My lips are thinned into a line, eyes squinting at him. “You love Coffee ‘Mahtay’ more than me, how dare you, relationship over,” I state, huffing and flipping my hair over my shoulder.

“Baby, no, no, no, I love you more than any silly Coffee Mahtay. Oh, it hurt to say that, holy shit,” his hand on his chest, a pained expression on his face. I smile, doing a little victory dance in the cart. It sways as I move. Calvin chuckles, moving to the side of the cart. He leans down towards me, pushing a stray piece of my hair behind my ear before his hand is placed on the side of my face. I push myself up onto my hands a little, feeling the cold metal of the cart press against my palms. Our eyes close in sync, our lips touching in a slow, passionate kiss.

His lips are slightly chapped but I don’t mind. His fingers hold my chin up softly, his nose pressing into my cheek. The kiss deepens, causing me to let out a quiet moan. He bites my lip gently before pulling back slowly. I lick my lips slowly, biting my lip to hold back a smile. He clears his throat, looking to the left as a couple of people in the aisle are staring at us. We look at each other and laugh, before he goes back to pushing me around the store.

The rest of our night consists of dumb inside jokes, people staring at us because we’re laughing our asses off and many, many more kisses.

If I die, I'm going to haunt your ass (harvey/mike) - for anon

“You’re overreacting.”

“I am not, you son of a bitch, and how dare you imply such a thing.”

Harvey smirks. “Okay, I take it back, you’re acting with complete rationality.”

“I hate you.”

This just makes Harvey’s grin widen. “Sure you do.”

Mike turns away, biting his lips. When he looks back he has his best puppy eyes expression on, and Harvey might be in danger of falling for it, had he not built up an immunity over the last few years. “Do I really have to do this?” Mike asks with an exaggerated whine.

“Sorry, Mike, a bet’s a bet. You know if you’d won then you would’ve made me follow through on it.”

Mike’s face slowly brightens, his eyes losing focus as though he’s picturing how the outcome would’ve gone down had he won their wager. “Hell yeah I would.”

Harvey laughs. “Well, maybe if you’re a very good boy,” he says, lowering his voice in a way he knows Mike loves, “and fulfil the obligations of our bet then maybe I’ll do it anyway.”

Mike’s eyes widen in excitement before he turns and walks out of the office, throwing a, “She’s gonna kill me, you know. If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass,” over his shoulder as he leaves.

“You do that,” Harvey calls after him.

*

Mike’s back less than five minutes later. Even Harvey thought it would’ve taken longer than that. Mike looks … determined, which is not an expression he expected. He thought Mike might come back looking shaken or triumphant or relieved, but determined is a surprise. It’s still a good look on him though.

“So, how’d it go?” Harvey asks.

Mike doesn’t answer, just walks across the room. Harvey, still slightly confused, stands from his desk, but he doesn’t get far. Mike meets him there, taking Harvey’s face in his hands and kissing him.

“Never make me do that again,” Mike says, smiling, before pressing their lips together again.

Harvey chuckles. “You lost fair and square,” Harvey says against his mouth. He deepens the kiss, even though he knows he shouldn’t, that they’re at the office and despite what just happened this is still inappropriate. But once he starts, it’s difficult to stop kissing Mike.

“Okay,” Harvey says, finding the strength to pull away, “what did she say?”

Mike lips quirk. “She said to not bother wasting her time telling her something she saw coming a mile away.”

“That’s it?” Harvey presses, because he can’t imagine that when Jessica was told that they’ve been in a secret relationship for the last three months (secret because of the implied rule discouraging relationships between ranks) that her reaction was so simple and dismissive.

Mike pretends to think about it for a moment, before nodding. “Yup, that was it.”

Mike grins at him, then leans in again for another kiss. Harvey acquiesces, because it’s early on a Monday and no one is around and, as much as he tries, the fact that they are together at all despite so many odds just goes to prove that Mike is near impossible to resist.

“I thought I said no inappropriate behaviour at work.”

They jump apart, turning to see Jessica standing in Harvey’s office, arms crossed and a murderous expression on her face. Harvey turns to Mike, incredulous, and Mike admits, “Okay, so maybe that wasn’t everything she said.”

Stockholm

Lucifer (Casifer) x Reader
Plot- Reader is the Greek goddess Persephone and Lucifers wife. After she is kidnapped, Lucifer gets Sam and Dean to help get her back.
Warning- Cursing, hinting to sex, thats basically it, mostly fluff

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You sat curled up on the couch in your pajamas, reading your favorite book while the tv provided some background noise. It was late, the only light came from the lamp next to you and the tv. You weren’t expecting anyone, you never were, and that’s why you where almost surprised when you heard what you did. Almost.
The flutter of wings made you look up and a smirk stretched across your face.
“How many times do I have to tell you, you can’t sneak up on me anymore. I always hear you.” You spoke out into the apartment without looking back, waiting for a response.
When you didn’t get one, you looked up again. Before you could turn around you suddenly felt arms grabbing you and a bag was pulled over your head. You didn’t even have a chance to fight back before something hard slammed against your head. You slumped forward, only being held up by the unseen arms. Dark spots danced in your eyes, before you lost consciousness.

*12 hours later*

It was very unlike him to be nervous. Not that he was nervous. He was Lucifer, the devil himself, what did he have to be nervous about? Absolutely nothing. He loved you and you loved him. At least, you did before…
He appeared in an unfamiliar hall outside of apartment 666. Smirking he reached up and gave a quick knock, but the door creaked open on its own.
That was never a good sign.
“(Y/n)?” he called.
Walking in he found the tv was on, a commercial for some show playing quietly. The lamp next to the couch was on, despite it being noon, and upon further inspection he found your favorite book lying on the floor.
“Fucking hell.” he hissed before disappearing and reappearing in a familiar bunker.
“Where the hell is she?” he yelled, catching the attention of the boys before him.
Sam and Dean where sat in the library doing research on a potential case.
“What are you talking about?” Sam asked.
Lucifer stalked forward, grabbing the man by his shirt collar and pulling him out of the seat.
“Don’t play dumb with me.”
Dean shot up and pulled out an angel blade, “What the hell Lucifer.”
Sam stood up straight, easily towering over him, and gave him one of his bitch faces.
“Seriously, what are you talking about?”
“You know who I’m talking about and I have to say its pretty stupid of you two to try and use her against me. You never mess with a man’s wife.” he all but growled
“What? Wife? What the hell are you talking about?” Dean shouted, placing the blade back into his jacket.
“My wife has gone missing and I don’t think its just a coincidence that you two need a bit of leverage to make sure I don’t hurt your angle boy toy. Try and use her to keep me in line.”
“Mhm, ok two things. One we didn’t take your wife, we didn’t even know you had a wife. And two, who the hell is your wife?” Sam asked.
“Well shit.” Lucifer mumbled, more to himself.
The sound of a phone ringing brought all of their attention to Dean. He pulled it out of his pocket and raised a brow.
“Unknown number.” he said to Sam before answering it and putting it on speaker.
“Hello, is there a Satan that we could speak to?”
“This is he.” Lucifer leaned over the table towards the phone.
“We have got a message for you here. Speak bitch.”
“Fuck you, you ass hat. I swear when I get the chance I am gonna take that phone and shove it so far up you ass that when someone calls you’ll feel it in your stomach-”
Then the call ended.
“Well it’s definitely her. At least I know she’s alive.” he sighed.
Reaching over, he grabbed the two by their arms and they were suddenly standing in an empty field.
“What- where the hell are we?” Dean cursed, looking around.
“Middle of nowhere Missouri. This is where (Y/n) was living last. I heard an echo on the call. But really, can they be more cliché? An empty warehouse?”
Turning around, they saw there was indeed and empty warehouse sitting in the field.
“Come on. You two are gonna help me get her back.”
“Why would we want to do that?” Sam asked.
“Cause I feel like this is somehow your fault, everything is really. So you could help, or find your own way back to your dungeon. Your choice.”
That’s how the boys and Casifer ended up sneaking around the empty warehouse. They could hear voices and with every step closer the got, the angrier Lucifer became.
How dare someone even think about laying a hand on (Y/n). His (Y/n).
They rounded a corner and found a group of suited men standing around with a familiar (h/c) in the middle. You were tied up with a gag in your mouth, sitting in a chair with the look of someone that was simply being mildly inconvenienced, not kidnapped.
“Angels.” he turned and hissed to the brothers, “Fucking angels.”
The boys exchanged looks before racing out, each targeting their own. They had the element of surprise and easily took down the first three.
Easily finishing off the others they turned to you, only to find the last angel standing behind you with an angel blade pressed to your neck. Your annoyed expression had not changed.
“One more step and she gets it.” the angel threatened.
Everyone stood stiff for a moment, not knowing what to do.
“Oh come on?” you huffed rolling your eyes.
Suddenly, your hands where free from behind you and you ripped the blade from the angles hand. Whirling around, you plunged it into his stomach.
He fell to the ground as you dropped the ropes from around your body.
Lucifer was too shocked to say anything. He didn’t know how he could’ve expected any less from you. You often left him speechless.
“How did you get untied so fast?” Sam asked finally.
“I’ve been untied for 9 hours. I was just waiting for someone to distract them. I may be reckless but I’m not stupid enough to go 7 to 1.”
“God I missed you.” Lucifer finally stepped forward with his arms out.
You stepped back facing the blade to him, “Watch it. Who the hell are you?”
“Good to see your still faithful. Oh come on baby, I don’t look that different do I?”
You stared for a moment before realization took over your features. You smiled brightly, “You ass.” you breathed out, pulling him into a tight hug.
He buried his face into your hair, breathing in your familiar scent.
He had missed you so much.
“Sorry to ruin the moment, but is anyone gonna tell us what is happening?”
Looking up from your lovers shoulder, you found two unfamiliar boys looking at you, “Who are you two?“
“We could ask you the same thing.” the shorter, angrier looking one said.
“Fair enough. Lets get out of here. These used to be my favorite shoes.” you sighed looking down at the now blood covered shoes.
Walking up to your apartment, you huffed at the fact that the door was still open and Lucifer hadn’t even bothered to turn off the tv.
There was the sound of barking and nails scratching on the floor. Sam and Dean couldn’t see the three hell hounds, but they could sure as hell hear them growling.
“Hey, stop it. Go lay down.” you commanded, “Sorry, they don’t take too well to strangers.”
You and Lucifer sat on the couch while the two boys, Sam and Dean, sat on the love seat to your right.
“So, you’re his wife?”
“Yep.”
“You know he’s the devil, right?”
You scoffed, “Ya, I know all about that. I’m Persephone, though I usually go by (Y/n).”
“Persephone, you mean the Greek goddess?” Sam asked.
“The one and only. When Lucifer was cast from heaven he grabbed me and tried to use me as leverage to keep himself out of the cage. But God didn’t give a shit about some Greek goddess like me, so he send us both into the cage. I thought we would be in there forever until you two started the apocalypse and set us free. Then he got trapped again with Michael and I was left out here on my own. So thanks for that.”
“And your still with him? Why? You’re free now.” Dean asked. He couldn’t seem to understand why someone as hot at you would stay with the devil.
“Ever heard of Stockholm Syndrome? Well I got it bad.” you smirked, cuddling into Lucifer.
“Damn right you do.”
He pulled your face up and pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. You wrapped your hands around his neck and his slid down to rest on your waist. It was a bit strange, making out with him in this body, but you could feel in his movements it was still the man you fell in love with.
“Hey, hey! We don’t need to see any of this. Save it for later.” Dean said, as Sam awkwardly looked out the window.
“Oh we will.” he winked at you and you blushed, thinking if the night that was sure to come. You couldn’t wait to show him just how much you missed him. 6 years was a long time for humans, and even though it was merely a blink in your existence, you still missed Lucifer terribly while he was gone. You moved from town to town to keep yourself from being followed or found, and it got lonely fast. But you were always true to you husband, no matter how long he was gone.
“Well seems like you two are gonna be busy. Mind taking us back now?” Dean grumbled.
“Ya, about that. (Y/n), pack your things, your gonna come live with us.”
“What?” the boys said together.
You groaned, “Why? I was just starting to like this little place. And the local coffee barista remembers my order now.”
“You got kidnapped today. There’s no way I’m letting you out of my sight again.”
“Promise?” you hummed before pulling him down and kissing him, ignoring the groaned of disgust from the boys


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I have been craving some Lucifer/Casifer stuff for days. Hope you liked it, I feel like I should do a part two (maybe some smut?) if anyone wants it. Thanks for reading, send in some requests!

Hi, Nance.

requested by anon: Nany drops Mike at the Byer’s…


“Mike get your head back inside the window you’ll knock your head off!” Nancy yelled over the wind rushing through the car window and the music blasting over the radio.

Mike reluctantly pulled his head back into the car and rolled the window up with a pout, “Oh come on, Nancy. I was just having fun, mom lets me do it”.

“Well I’m not mom.” Nancy reached over and turned down the music playing. She was really starting to like The Smiths. Jonathan’s mixtapes had expanded her music taste exponentially. The thought made her smile a little as she tapped her finger along with the beat.

Mike eyed her smile with a devious smirk. “What’s that goofy smile for, Nance? Nervous to see Jonathan? Is that why you’re being so snappy?”

Nancy choked on the coffee she had just taken a sip of, then coughed to cover the unfortunate reflex. Mike had recently started asking far too many questions.

“Or maybe I just don’t want to have to explain to mom why I brought her son home without a head”. Mike laughed and sat back on his seat.

“Oh yeah I’m sure, Nancy”.

She rolled her eyes, but there was so hiding the way her stomach seemed to crawl up into her throat when she turned the car into the Byer’s long driveway.

When they came to a stop in front of the house, Mike grabbed the duffle bag and board game box from the back seat, running out of the car door and jumping over the two other bikes already thrown haphazardly onto the lawn. Nancy turned the car off and followed after her brother to the front door step.

He heard her behind him just as he was about to ring the bell. He looked at her questioningly.

“I want to make sure Mrs. Byer’s is home,” she said quickly, trying to supply her brother with the most believable answer as to why she had followed him to the door.

Mike just shrugged and rang the bell. Nancy resisted the urge to laugh at herself. Mrs. Byer’s…yeah…that was the reason she was here.

To her dismay, Joyce was the one who answered the door. She was smiling and had what looked to be flour smudged on her dress. The smell of something baking wafted out the door.

“Oh hi, Mike. They’re l in Will’s room”.

Mike was past Joyce and into the hallway before she could even fully get the sentence out of her mouth. Nancy sighed and looked at the woman apologetically.

“I’m so sorry he’s just”

Joyce laughed and shook her head, “Oh no it’s alright. I understand the importance of a mythical board game to 12 year old boys”.

Nancy laughed “If I had a dollar for every time Mike made a reference to that game I don’t understand I’d-”

Suddenly, from inside the house a sound like a door being thrown open was heard along with a voice. “Mom? Mom, who is that”?

Joyce smiled a little smugly and without taking her eyes off Nancy called back, “It’s Nancy Byer’s, Jonathan”. Nancy’s heart skipped into her throat at the same pace shoes could be heard running down the hallway.

“I’ll go check on the brownies,” said Joyce, disappearing back into the kitchen. Moments later, the face of Jonathan Byers appeared in the doorway.

“Hi, Nance”.

“Hi, Jonathan”.

Breathe Nancy breathe you’re cheeks are getting hot…

A brief, charged moment settled over the two of them as they stood there in the door way, doing what they had not stopped doing for months, since the night with the monster: trying to put words to what the hell was going on in the other mind. Before the silence could get particularly comfortable, Jonathan looked off into the kitchen behind him then back at Nancy. He thought for a moment.

Nancy loved when Jonathan thought. It was like watching a machine turn. It was methodical but impossible to follow. Interesting yet beautifully difficult to understand. 

“Would you like a brownie? My mom just made a fresh batch”.

Nancy smiled. “I would love to, Jonathan”.

anonymous asked:

I'm that anon who asked for the Jimin 'baby' scenario, CAN I PLEASE HAVE A YOONGI VERSION?? Thank you!!!

hehehe of course <3

You were sitting in his lap, as he showed you some music he had made on his laptop.

“Baby, what’s this?” you asked, pointing to a folder in the corner labelled ‘Beauty’.

“What did you just call me?” he scoffed.

“Why?” you turned, looking at him in the eye.

“You called me baby,” he said, nonchalantly.

“I did,” you nodded in an in even more nonchalant tone.

“Finally,” he said, looking to the ceiling with this arms open.

You pushed the chair back and stood up to face him.

“What do you mean, finally?” you asked, watching him stare at you with a smirk.

“Nothing, baby, by the way, this folder is just all the photos I have of you,” he said, opening up the folder marked ‘Beauty’.

You started blushing furiously and hit his arm.

“Flirt,” you snorted.

GIF by jungkooksarms

Save Me - Part 2 - Chapter 17

Jared started the water, letting it warm up before opening the door again to let me step inside first. Following right behind me, he stepped behind me with his back against the wall. Making the first move, I grabbed the bottle of body wash and turned to face him. I wanted to take care of him a little too.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jared questioned as I squeezed some soap into my hand.

“I’m cleaning you.” I said smiling but also very matter of factly, “I made the mess, right?”

“Yes, you did.” He said with a little gleam in his eyes. “Continue.”

With a smirk, he relented and I started to lather the soap across his chest, gently gliding over his nipples which I knew were sensitive, then worked my way down his stomach. He had the most amazing body… Mmmm.

I knew we had to be quick but damn, I wanted to be slow so freakin’ bad!

Slowly dropping to my knees, my hands glided down his hips to the top of his thighs. With his cock at eye level, my mouth watered. I wanted to lean forward and take his tip between my lips but as I glanced up, it was apparent by the look in his eyes that I would be seriously pushing my luck. Biting my lip, I silently relented and continued with my task.

Squirting a little more body wash into my hands, I lathered them then ran my soapy hands down the front of his legs. The now wet cum was slimy so I really rubbed the soap into his skin, from his thighs to his ankles, to make sure he’d be clean.

The longer I was down here, the more I felt this was a serious lesson in self restraint. I could feel him watching as I finished, ducking a bit out of the way so that the water could spray down his legs. Coming back up to my knees, I swallowed hard, knowing he would see this as a test. Once I was done, looked up to make sure he was satisfied and couldn’t help but see that his cock had started to harden. With my lips less than an inch away from his tip, I felt a deep pulse in my core, I wanted him so fucking bad.

Here, I was faced with a question…

Do I go where my mind and body takes me, ya know, just go for it and take my chances? OR knowing we’re short on time, suppress my desires and quickly clean myself off, knowing I needed to hurry….

After a minute of contemplation, I opted for neither choice. I asked permission for what I wanted instead. That would no doubt be the safer option.

“Sir,” I said, sliding my hands up his legs and wrapping my hands around the back of his thighs. With one more glance at his semi hard cock I brought my eyes to his, “May I…”

He interrupted before I even got my question out.

“Baby girl, we’re short on time.” He said.

Damn it.

“I understand.” I said disappointed.

Bending forward, I placed an open mouth kiss on his tip, tasting him quickly, then stood. I mean, a little kiss couldn’t hurt, right?

Once I was standing in front of him, he quickly grabbed my arms, turning me around and pushing me hard against the tiles. I can’t believe I didn’t slip and fall.

Pressing his forehead against mine, “My God, baby girl, you can’t help but test me, can you..” Jared said, using his entire body to hold me against the wall.

Shit…. This was not good. Think quickly, Vivie!!!!

“It wasn’t a test, Sir, it was affection.” I said, nuzzling my nose against his, “I’m sorry..”

I held my breath waiting to see what his response would be..

“Affection, huh?” He questioned.

Jared seemed satisfied with that answer though, holding my eyes for just a bit longer then he slowly started to back away. This time the contemplation was in his eyes… If we had the time, I know for a fact I’d be on my knees by now. I was thankful though, since it seemed I didn’t have to endure a punishment for maybe pushing just a tiny bit too far.

After what was by far the shortest shower we ever had together, we got out, Jared, of course first, then I followed stepping into his arms as he wrapped the towel around me. Drying me off, Jared tossed the towel on the counter then grabbed my robe that was hanging on the door. Holding it open for me to step into, he then tied the belt around my waist.

“Thank you, Sir.” I said, quickly kissing him on the lips.

Jared smiled, “Of course, baby.”

Before I could step away from him, he wrapped his hand around my arm, hauling me back to him.

“Know that after these interviews, before we do anything else tonight, you will be on your knees.” Jared said, kissing the tip on my nose as I stood there stunned, watching him step around me and walk to the sink.

Maybe I wasn’t going to be let off the hook after all.

After taking a deep breath, I followed him. The tension all but gone as he smiled at my reflection in the mirror. I swear, he’s hard to keep up with.

Standing together at the sink, we both started our mourning routines. We washed our faces, brushed our teeth. While I was brushing my hair, he cleaned up his beard and talked about the interviews coming up. All normal stuff, just like any other couple. It felt almost as if we were back in Chicago and not a second of separation happened between then and now. We were just comfortable together.

Jared, of course, finished getting ready first. My light make-up was done and I was just getting ready to blow dry my hair when I noticed. Now I really needed to move quick.

“Looks like you have thirty minutes.” He said, looking at the time on his phone. “You don’t want to be late.”

“I won’t.” I said with a smile. As he stepped closer behind me he used his body to push my hips against the counter.

“Of course, I wouldn’t mind dishing out a little additional punishment later..” He said with a smirk as his voice dropped off.

“I would!” I said in surprise.

He just laughed and kissed my shoulder, “Thirty minutes.” He said as he walked out the door.

“Yes, Sir!” I loudly said as I flipped the hairdryer on. No time to air dry today!

Twenty-eight minutes later, I was walking to the door, where he was already standing. Checking the time on his phone, he wanted to make sure I was under the thirty minutes he had allowed.

“Very good, baby girl..” Jared said, taking my chin between his thumb and index finger. “I love when you do as your told.”

I smiled as he kissed my lips. First softly, then quickly slipping his tongue between my lips. Swiping his tongue against mine then nipping my bottom lip, it was over before it even started. He can be such a tease.

As we walked out the door, I took a big sigh of relief. I was pretty proud I made it in thirty minutes. I’m usually a forty minutes girl. And let me tell you, ten minutes doesn’t sound like a lot but man, it is!

“Ready?” Jared asked.

“Ready.” I said, grabbing my purse.

I thought we were going straight to the radio station but instead, we were heading into the restaurant in the hotel for breakfast. I was thrilled about this, I was DYING for some tea. Food I could pass on but I needed caffeine.

Walking into the restaurant, we saw that Emma, Shannon and Tomo were already there having coffee and waiting on us.

“Good Morning..” I said smiling

“I was worried you guys weren’t going to make it.” A relieved looking Emma said when she spotted Jared behind me.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Vivie takes forever in the morning.” Jared rolled his eyes then smiled as he pulled my chair out for me.

“What?! That is so not true…” I said, giving him an elbow in the side for throwing me under the bus. He only laughed because he knew it wasn’t true.

“I never lie..” He joked as I rolled my eyes.

Just as Jared was about to say something else, the waitress walked up to take our order. She spoke to me first and asked if I was ready to order but Jared jumped in, quickly answering that he was ready to order for both of us.

“We’ll both have hot tea and a glass of water with ice and lemon. She’ll have plain greek yogurt with fresh berries and the homemade granola. I’ll have pancakes. That’s all..”. Jared said looking back over them menu again, “Thanks.”

Jared handed the menu to the waitress along with mine. I was paying attention to him but as I looked back to the others sitting at the table, I wondered what I missed. They were all sitting there wide eyed with their jaws open watching us. Their puzzled looks matched my own as I tried to figure out what was going on. I looked towards Emma who quickly shook the look from her face. Tomo and Shannon quickly exchanging looks then did the same.

I mouthed ‘what?’ to Emma but she just politely waved my question off. Jared was oblivious since he was ordering. Clapping his hands together, he brought his attention back to the table. Seeing everyone staring at him with smiles plastered on their faces, he knew something was up.

“What’s with the faces?” He questioned, his brow furrowed.

Very quickly, there were a trio of 'oh nothing’s’ chiming in but the smiles stayed firmly in place. I just kinda laughed because giving it just a tiny bit of thought I figured it out… Jared was clearly treating me different and they all have taken notice.

Once again, it made me feel good that he was comfortable being this way in front of people he cared about. He wasn’t hiding anything and that really said a lot about how he felt towards me.

The rest of breakfast was filled with casual conversation. For most of it, I was a silent participant since it was all tour related. We moved kinda quickly through breakfast though, we only had an hour to eat and get to the radio station for the first interview.

Emma had a car waiting so after quickly finishing breakfast we walked to the hotel entrance. Taking my hand, Jared and I led the way as Shannon, Tomo and Emma followed behind.

“Have you ever been in a radio station, baby?” Jared asked.

“No, I haven’t.” I said shaking my head.

“I think you’re gonna get a kick out of it..” he said with a smile, clearly excited to show me another side of his work.

I was excited just because of how excited he was… It was so adorable….

“Hey there sailor.” You placed your hand on the strangers back and sat down next to him.

“Hey…” He answered turning his head to check you out. He sucked in his bottom lip and released it before getting a sip of his alcohol.

“What’s a guy like you doing here all by yourself?”

“I could ask you same thing. Why’re you here all alone?”

“Well,” You ran your hand down his bicep to his forearm, “Why don’t you take me home and I won’t be…” He shifted his eyes to yours and smirked.

“Dean.”

“Y/N.” Both of you stood up and made way to his car. You got in and almost immediately, Dean went to kiss you. You stopped him by placing a finger against his lips and shook your head.

“I can wait, can you?” You laughed through your smile. He nodded, laughing as well, and started his car.

“Where’re you from?”

“You have a place right? The last thing I want is to spend a night surrounded by asbestos and roaches.” You asked, changing the subject.

“Huh? Oh– yeah, sure. It’ll take another ten minutes though.”

“Like I said I can wait.” Dean looked over at you when you started to rub his inner thigh.

“I’ll get us there in seven.” He commented before stepping on the gas and flying down the lonely highway.


“Here we are.” He killed the engine and opened his door. You did the same and walked over to where he was standing.

“Don’t get me wrong this looks– cozy, but why a bunker?”

“It’s a long story. It looks better on the inside.” He answered; grabbing your waist making you face him.

“Let’s check it out then.” You breathed against his lips, leaving him hanging for the second time. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath before opening the big metal door.

“After you…”

“Such a gentleman.” You smirked, running your fingers along his jaw line as you walked inside. You waited for him and walked down the stairs together. As soon as you both hit the bottom, a man in a trench coat walked around the corner reading a book.

“Hey Dean… So I’ve been reading all the lore I can find, but there’s–” He stopped talking when he saw you. He stared with such concertation until Dean broke away from your hold and stepped near his friend.

“Cas, you alright?” You gave him a smile while Dean wasn’t looking and that when his eyes widen in realization. Quickly he grabbed the Winchesters hand and pulled him behind his back.

“What the hell, Cas?!”

“This woman isn’t who she says she is!” He answered worriedly.

“Hey Cassie—glad to see you remember me.” Dean’s eyes widened as he looked between you and the angel.

“We don’t want trouble…” Castiel spoke up.

“Yes, but I do.” Quickly, Dean drew his weapon and pointed it at you.

“That won’t do anything handsome.” You smirked. He didn’t take any chances; instead Dean pulled the trigger a few times and watched as you made each one stop just mere inches away from you.

“You see; all I have to do is point my fingers and these bullets go straight through your stomach.” You said giving the man in front of you a sinister smile. Waving your left hand, the bullets flew into the wall, leaving three holes.  

“Who– what are you?” Dean stared, furrowing his eyebrows.

“You need to leave Zalida be–”

“That is not my name anymore!” You yelled, eyes starting to glow red. “HE gave me that name and I’ll be damned if I have to hear it for the rest of my eternal life.”

“Leave.” He said lifting his head to reveal the power he held.

“Or what?” You cackled at his attempt to be scary. Castiel had teleported in front of you and placed his two fingers on your forehead.

“Nothing’s happening.” He said furrowing his eyebrows while the bright blue color faded from his eyes.

“Nothing can hurt me anymore.” You smiled before waving your hand, making him fly through the air and hit the wall with a loud thump.

“Don’t!” Dean stepped in front of you, when you began walking to Castiel.

“Look Winchester– I didn’t come to kill you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t hesitate.” You growled before continuing to go forward. Just as you got near the angel, Dean came up behind you and wrapped his arm around your neck.

“I would have listened if I were you, green eyes!” You broke from his grip and made him fly through the bunker before crashing into a book case. You looked down at Castiel and lifted him up against the wall. You leered at the sight of him when everything he did flashed in your head. The grip you held around his neck tightened and his eyes began to beam blue. Just then Dean began shooting a whole round as he walked in your direction. You dropped the angel in irritation and turned around with your hand held out so he couldn’t move any longer. With your free hand, you lifted the angel up again.  

“You guys must really want to die today? Huh?”

“It’s called protecting your family, maybe if you had one-…” Dean spat, unable to do anything else. You erupted into laughter and tightened the hold around him.

“Oh I do,” You responded looking to Castiel again making the older Winchester furrow his eyebrows, “Well I did.” Before you could do anything to either of them, more bullets were shot at you.

“What the hell?!” Dropping the guys you turned around and became face to face with another Winchester. “Forgot there was another one.” You snarled before teleporting in front of him.

“Who are you?” Sam asked looking down on you.

“Let’s go with Y/N.”

“What do you want with my brother and Castiel?”

“I came to kill the angel, your brother just got in the way.”

“What’d he do to you?”

“You ask a lot of questions, Sam Winchester.” You narrowed your eyes when he began smiling. Just then Dean handcuffed your hands behind your back and pushed you in a chair.

“It’s our job, sweetheart.” Dean smiled, wiping some blood from his lip.

“You keep cuffs on you? How kinky. I bet you love to tie up women to feel strong huh? Or are you a punisher, as they call it? Do you want to hit me Dean? Do it. I bet it’ll feel nice– just like when you were in hell.”

“What did you just say?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“You heard me—I know all about your visit. Where they cut you, how many times they ripped you open, when you said yes.”

“Those aren’t regular cuffs.” Sam stepped in before his brother could kill you.

“Oh I know Sammy boy.”

“Now how did you find this place?” The younger Winchester began.

“You’re brother’s a dog… But I mean you knew that.” The two shared a look while you stared on.

“What do you want with the angel?” Dean asked coldly.

“To kill him and if you let me, I’ll let you two live.”

“That’s not how we work.” He answered giving you a sarcastic grin.  

“Oh really?”

“Really. Now what did he do that made you into such a bitch?”

“Screw you asshole.” You leaned forward and sneered at the man.

“Sam go get the blade.” Dean said, still staring at you. The brother nodded and began to walk away. “The first blade.” He corrected himself.

“Dean, ar-are you sure.” The younger Winchester asked, coming to a halt.

“I’m sure.” He smirked at you with such hatred and determination.

“You really think Cain’s, teeth on a stick, will hurt me? Try it; I could use a good laugh.” He walked away from you and waited for his brother.

“Here.” Sam spoke while reluctantly holding the blade in front of Dean. He took it from his brother and looked at it longer than he should of.

“How’s it feel big boy? Do you miss it? The power? The feeling of superiority? Remember how it felt when you killed something with it? The sweet, sweet taste of–” Dean lifted the knife and went to shove it into your thigh, but it never made contact with your skin. His hand held it shaking over your body as he tried with all his strength to stab you. Finally giving up, he stepped back out of breath.

“Can’t get it up?” You laughed, causing him to lunge at you again, but this time at your chest. Still he struggled and failed.

“This should be working.” He grunted while still attempting to put the blade through your body.

“Should it?” You smirked. Getting angry he threw the weapon to the side.

“Who the hell are you?!”

“Probably each of yours worst nightmare, but that’s a little to cliché isn’t it?”

“Dean,” Castiel groaned while trying to get off the ground, “She is Lucifer’s daughter.”

“What?” Sam said, swallowing nervously and taking a few steps back.

“No way.” The other brother furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief before looking at the angel.

“Yes.” Cas answered walking to the guys.

“You don’t hear about me in your books.” You grinned.

“How come I can’t kill you?” Dean questioned boldly.

“That’s a long story.”

“I got all the time in the world.”

“It’s not one you would like to hear.” Castiel spoke, looking at Dean.

“Why Uncle cause the brothers will hear about how much of a coward you were before you fell in love with them!”

“Uncle?” Both of the guys questioned at the same time. Sam and Dean looked to their friend who had an almost scared look on his face.

“Zalida–” Cas started.

“I said not to call me that!”

“Please– ” He uttered, but you looked to the men in front of you.

“That angel you call a friend is nothing but a sad soul who’s trying to make up for the past.”

“How so?” Dean asked, facing away from his friend.

“Gather around children it’s story time.” The guys took a seat while Castiel took in a deep breath and stood in the same spot. You hesitated for a minute before starting.

“Once upon a time there was a man who followed his father’s every rule, until his father decided to give him a mark that began to play with his mind. One day he refused a task that was given and was cast out. Little did his father know he had met a mortal in heaven and fell in love with her and a child was soon to be expected. The day came and God took the newborn from her mother. He obliterated the woman, truly ridding her from heaven and preventing her from going to hell. Patiently the man waited for the child to get older and on her thirteenth birthday he began the torture. Every day he pushed her to the brink of death and every night she’d heal, only to have the pain come again the next day. Lucifer was forced to hear his child’s screams and was unable to do anything about it. As an act of defiance; he twisted the first human soul, creating a demon. He gave it one objective; to save the child. It proved impossible and the torment continued. The sad part, this child’s family stood by and watched. Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, Castiel. They looked on at the child every day and not once did any of them try and save her. Years passed and finally the once child grew angry. As the blade came toward her skin for the millionth time, she stopped it and turned it away from her. God became paranoid that she might become more powerful than He and attempted to rid her of the darkness. So he gathered the evil that grew inside her and put it into another soul before locking her away for eternity. This did not not cease his worries though and he casted the child out of his kingdom for her to live among the humans. Every minute of every day she prayed to her family; for forgiveness, for their love, but they left her to fend for herself in a cruel world. She had come to terms with her fate and one summer day, she met a man. He brought her into his home and cared for her as she gathered her strength day by day. He was the only one to show her what love and happiness felt like; and for once in her life she felt safe. But God wasn’t pleased; so he sent Castiel, the only uncle of hers that she had grown close with as a child, to kill the man she was beginning to love. As the angel stood in their home she begged for him to stop, but he murdered the man in front of her. She wept for her uncle to bring him back, but he just left her there alone and weak. Seeing there was nothing for her anymore—no reason to remain good, she prayed to her father and he found her. Lucifer knew of everything and vowed that no one could ever hurt her again for as long as he lived. He yielded her immortality at the price of her soul, which she happily gave over. No angel, demon or man could bring harm to her. Thus, I became what I am now. That angel that protects you like you’re his own makes me sick. I loved him like a father when everyone else looked at me like I was nothing. All I asked for—all I wanted from him was a way out, but I wasn’t good enough; not like you guys.”

“Why, why come for Castiel now?” Sam spoke up trying to understand further.

“Do you know how hard it is to find an angel who’s constantly going in and out of heaven?” You asked while looking at the brother. He shook his head lightly and looked away from you.

“Everyone has their sad stories…” Dean muttered.

“And everyone has their ways with dealing with them—you guys of all people should know, you Winchester…”

“That supposed to be an insult?” He threw his head back in surprise.

“One of the worst if you think about it. You have shitty lives and anyone who gets near you guys ends up in one of two places. Most recently a girl named Charlie.”

“You keep her name out of your mouth.” Dean growled, but you just smirked.

“Now that we all had a heart to heart, let’s talk now about letting me go.”

“You’re crazy if you think that’s going to happen.” Sam scoffed.

“It was worth a shot being nice… Do you honestly think these will keep me at bay?” You asked referencing to the cuffs that held your hands together.

“What?” He asked clenching his teeth and looking at his brother.

“Oh yeah,” You smiled, “Bullets are useless and these aluminum foil of cuffs are nothing.” You broke the chain that held connected the metal and folded them over your lap. The boys drew out their guns and pointed them at you.

"Gorgeous and dumb… It’s a shame.”

“Those are demon cuffs, they should of made you powerless.”

“Just because they made a cross road demon defenseless, doesn’t mean it’ll do the same for me.”

“Zalida, don’t hurt the Winchesters… Kill me– get your revenge!” Castiel finally spoke up, getting your attention.

“Oh I plan to, but you know what let me ask you something first; how were you able to stand there and watch as he ripped me apart every day?” You watched as Castiel’s face softened and grimaced at the sight of it.

“I was told to… I didn’t have a choice.” 

“I was a child! A helpless, scared child. I wanted so bad to be saved, but nor you or the others protected me! I could have been on your team, if your father wasn’t afraid of how strong I would become. I became this because of all of you. Remember that when you see him and make sure to let him know.” Tears had filled Castiel’s eyes when he saw the pain that spread across your face.

“I’m sorry for everything,” He said dropping to the floor in front of you then looking at your eyes, “I’m sorry for letting you down Lida.” He spread his arms out and shut his eyes.

“Cas, what the hell are you doing? Get up!” Dean yelled. Both of the brothers started running to him, but the Angel held out his hand and prevented them from moving.

“Cas, rethink this man…” Sam begged.

“This is my fate—my fault… Look away.”

“What?” The brothers said at the same time.

“I said look away! Both of you!” They complied, and stared at the ground.

“I’m ready.” He said looking to you once again. The second your eyes turned red, he closed his. There was a loud noise, causing the brothers to jump. Castiel waited, but nothing came to him; no pain, no suffering. All at the same time, they shot their heads up and found you had disappeared.

Luke Hemmings Smut - Victoria’s Secret Model

Requested: Kind of, not really.

Rating: It’s just basic smut, that’s about it.

Writer: Maddie.

Word Count: 2550

Disclaimer: Any names mentioned in here about the models aren’t for real, they’re just made up. I also know nothing about Victoria’s Secret modelling so I’m sorry if anything is wrong lol.

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Luke sat as he watched his girlfriend walk down the runway, her hips moving in time with the beat of Ellie Goulding’s ‘Love Me like You Do’. A smirk plastered on his face as she reached the end of it and did her pose. Blowing a small kiss to her blonde boyfriend sitting in front of her to which he winked at her before she turned around to walk back. His eyes were focused on her ass, every single fucker in this room was staring at her ass as well and that annoyed Luke, but he let it go. This was his girlfriend’s job, and she loved it.

“Man, Y/N is so fucking hot.” Luke heard from behind him, he didn’t know who said it, but he clenched his fists as he listened. “I reckon, it sucks she has a boyfriend though, I would do some serious damage to her.” Luke rolled his eyes, turning around to look at the two boys eyeballing what was his.

“I already do enough damage to her.” Luke spoke, giving them a cocky grin. “Thanks for letting me know something I already do, you can stop staring at my girlfriend now.” The two boys nodded quickly, obviously knowing that they had upset him. Luke turned to his best friend, Michael sitting next to him who had a shit eating grin on his face. He knew how protective he got over his girlfriend.

“You need to calm down man.” He spoke. “Y/N gets this every day, trust me I would know. Do you know how annoying it is when people ask me what it’s like to know my best mate has a Victoria’s Secret model as a girlfriend? Like I don’t know, I don’t even have a girlfriend.” Michael huffed.

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This morning I had a strange realisation about my time in this fandom. I ended up close to tears (in fact I did shed one or two) yet I was happy. Despite all the shit that has gone on here in the last two years I felt okay, I felt an odd sense of pride and even awe. Yes, there was indeed something very melancholy about it, but somehow that did not overpower the joy that existed there too.

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DRACO IMAGINE CRAP
Warnings: Kissing? Idrk
Plot: you have had a crush on the blond slytherin for a while now, and being friends with the golden trio kind of leaves it as you not talking to him too much, but turns out he knew the whole time and teased you since he liked you back.

“Harry! Ron! Hermione! Wait up” you called running toward the group infront of you. “What was takin you so long?” Harry asked when you finally made it beside him.
“Hagrid asked me to stay after and help him set up stuff for the next class” you told the three while still out of breath.
“And you guys, my great friends, took off without me”
“I’m sorry we didn’t wait for you” Ron said
“You do know she’s only joking right?” Minoé smirked.
“I’ll see you guys later I’ve got a killer potions paper” you waved bye. It’s kind of awkward being the only one not in griffindor but being a ravenclaw was still nice.
On the way to your common room, you ran smack dab into the one, the only, Draco Malfoy, the slytherin you’ve been crushing on since you both were first years.
“Watch it Malfoy”
He just winked back in return.
You turned away before he could see your blush that was creeping up on your face.
“Y/n, are you okay?” One of your friends asked you when you got back into the common room.
“Oh me? Ya I’m fine, just great”
–next day–
There was a quiddich match today and it was of course against slytherin. Even though you didn’t have to go, you went anyways since Harry had asked you to come and you just couldn’t turn him down. “Glad that you made it, with you running late all the time I was positive you’d miss half the game” Hermione told you once you sat down next to her.
“Aren’t you funny”
“Hey y/n, what are you doing out here?” Cormac said sitting next to you
“Just watching the match” you barely mumbled glancing over at Hermione who was enthralled with the match.
“Oh, ya me too”
“Didn’t you tryout?”
He smiled since he actually got an answer.
“Well ya, but my broom was bewitched or something and that stupid weasely got my spot.”
“Ya, either that you suck at quiddich almost as much as you suck at flirting” you said standing up and leaving Cormac with embarrassment.
You waited in the Gryindor tower for the game to be over, they won of course.
“Hey y/n, what are you doing in her-” but he was cut off with a hug. “CanyoulokepretnedtobemyboyfriendorsomethingforjustabitsoCormacwillstopbuggingme?” You rushed out into his ear. He slowly nodded and hugged you back. Little did you know Draco was watching you two, maybe he was wrong about your crush on him.
–a week later–
The whole week you and Harry did what you could to get Cormac off your back, holding hands, hugging, whatever. Ron and Hermione were the first to know after Ron asked what was going on.
“Everything makes so much more sense now considering you have a huge thing for Draco”
“What? No I don’t”
They rolled their eyes before heading off to class again. You turned around and started making your way to herbology before once again, running into Draco.
“Wow, we sure keep running into each other huh?”
You could feel your face turning red
“Oh my gosh you’re so in love with me” he laughed.
“That’s not true”
“Yes it is, look at your face I can just breathe and you blush like crazy”
You leaned up against the wall
“I-I’m dating H-Harry”
He stopped and put an arm next to your head.
“Now that isn’t true, you made it seem like that so creeps like Cormac would get off your back, but I can’t blame em’ you’re hot”
The blush started again but he didn’t laugh this time, he did his famous smirk before leaning in close.
You could feel his breath on your lips, he almost kissed you when you hiccuped and he started to laugh again.
“See? I told you.”
“I can see why you don’t have a girlfriend, you’re cocky and pathetic and and and heartless”
You started to run away but he stopped you, you weren’t sure when the rain started to fall but it did.
“I’m only teasing you, only because I’m crazy about you and seeing you with Potter was insane”
It was that instant that Draco was lost for words, so instead he met his lips with yours and they automatically connected and they slipped together from the rain pouring over the two of you, and that is how you got your movie moment.

Okay so I’m not super happy with this considering it is the first on tumblr so yay for me!! But I hope you enjoy!