not exactly thrilled with this

God, though.  Can you imagine being a part of the first generation to actually grow up on the Citadel?  Because the Ryder twins are definitely a part of that generation.

I can only imagine the experience of being a human amongst alien communities that aren’t exactly thrilled you’re there.

  • On Thursday, unnamed sources told news site Axios that Trump gave his female campaign staffers a note: They need to “dress like women." 
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James Potter didn’t “change for Lily.” He grew up, urged on by the fact that a war was coming and he was the kind of person who wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if he didn’t actively fight the evil forces gaining traction in his society. He matured because he was living in a world where innocent people were in danger for no sensible reason, and he realized that there were far more important things than seeking fleeting amusement and trying to look cool.

Don’t suggest that he pulled a 180 personality switch to get the girl he liked. He already knew his values, and he learned to prioritize them and use his leadership skills for better causes as he got older.


uhh so, never done one of these, and I’m not exactly thrilled with it, i’m sorta satisfied. the original clip was longer by about 40 seconds, but LORD i could only do 20?? I am WEAK.

but shit this was fun. hope you like it.

Bites and Washington Heights

As requested by @freestrawberrynight
-The reader is a no-maj and attacked by one of Newt’s creatures. In my head, this started out as more of a fluff and turned into something different. Enjoy!
You quickened your pace as you walked down the streets of New York City.

You had a very important job interview in a very sketchy part of town, however, you were NOT going to be late.

You turned into a narrow alley, praying to any higher power that you were going in the right direction.

Now, you had never been to the big city before. In fact, you’ve never been to any big city before. The loud noises, claustrophobic crowds…it wasn’t exactly your style.

So you can imagine how thrilled you were to hear you might transfer full time to the “city that never sleeps.”
But you liked to sleep, you’d argue.
It’s one of your best skills.

You actively took in your surroundings of the alleyway, which consisted of some rodent in a garbage bin, old takeout boxes, profanity sprayed to the wall in graffiti, and so many more pleasant images.

You frowned. Now this can’t be right…
You tore the map from your coat pocket, and to your utter disbelief, there was no 155th street anywhere on your directions.

“Damn…” you curse to yourself, and at the setting sun over the rooftops.
You turned on your heel, ready to charge out of the alleyway, when something in the corner of your eye caught your attention.

The rodent in the garbage bin had taken a sudden interest in you.
It was probably the largest, most peculiar looking rat you’d ever seen.
And even so, this rat had some sort of tentacles on its back.

Before you even had time to react to this absurd creation, it started to lunge at you at full speed.
You let out a sharp cry as it clung to your neck, and you immediately felt it’s sharp fangs drill into your skin.

“OW! Get off get off GET OFF” you wailed, more in shock than pain. Your feet suddenly slid out from under you, and your back bit the cement with a distressing crack!

Soon after your outburst, you heard footsteps hurrying your way, then an angry, accented voice.

You felt a pair of hands struggle to pry the creature away from your face.
For such a small creature, it sure had a lot of willpower.

Some awkward groping and some painful scratching later, the strange creature finally released itself from your face, and whoever was helping you out was sent plummeting to the ground.

There was a moment of silence while the two of you just stared at each other, and when it seemed he couldn’t take the tension any longer, the man cleared his throat.

“I am so so sorry, he wasn’t suppose to have gotten out, I thought I had secured the lock…I feel absolutely awful. Are you alright?” You focused on the sight in front of you. A (rather handsome) young man in a long blue coat was scrambling to his feet, stuttering all the while, and swiftly offered you a hand to help you up.
“I-I don’t think so” You said, accepting it.
“But did he bite you anywhere? Are there any burning sensations under the skin?

You knit your eyebrows and brought your arm up to scratch behind your neck.
“Maybe…he-OW” you howled, and the boy instantly flinched, his face twisting in concern.
Your fingernails had rubbed across some of the peeling skin, and you felt a warm liquid trickle down your neck.

It was, of course, furiously bleeding.
“Right there, bit me right there”
“Oh dear…” he mumbled, and took hold of your shoulders lightly.

He suddenly recoiled a bit at the touch.
“If I may…” he started, as if asking your permission to inspect at your wound.
You pulled your hair away from the bite, giving him your full consent to do whatever-the-hell with your neck.

He offered you a small, reassuring smile, and rested his fingers around the bite.
“Fortunately, the bite is not severe enough to do any immediate damage, but it would be wise to disinfect that when you get home, should anything…irregular start to happen” You flinched away, staring at him wildly.

“Any immediate damage? Irregular? Wait hold on, who even are you? And what the hell was that?”

You finally came back to your senses, trying to comprehend how the last three minutes of your life had just gone.

“Oh, my apologies. My name is Newt Scamander, and this here is Murtlap. A very, very naughty little creature who’s definitely earned a stern lecture this evening” you watched in utter confusion as he scolded the young…whatever it was.

“Pardon me, a Murtlap?” You interjected, obviously still lost.
You saw the light behind Newt’s eyes waver a bit, as if wondering how to come up with a way to respond.

“It’s…the name I gave to my pet. This rat”
He held up the very beast that just attacked you.
“But it has tentacles”
“…he likes it when I dress him up. Today’s theme, marine biology!”
“If I agree to believe your story, will you stop trying to prove it?”

He looked at you in surprise, but nodded meekly, staring down at his shoes like a scolded child.
There was something odd about the way this man presented himself. His body language reflected someone who, with a whole heart, wanted to be anywhere but here.

You felt your heart sink to your stomach.
“Not that I don’t enjoy talking to you…Mr. Scamander”
“Please, call me Newt.” He seemed to respond automatically. You smiled.
“To be honest, I’m completely intrigued by you…Newt.”
He pulled the Murtlap closer to his breast pocket.
“Is that so?”

“Foreign young man with some lab project of a pet wandering around New York City, attacking young women? Sounds intriguing to me.”
“Yes…in fact you’d never believe how I ended up here” he muttered so quietly, you almost couldn’t hear it.

He cleared his throat, and turned his attention to his little brown briefcase, as if trying to turn the subject away from what he had just said. He picked it up and redid one of the latches that seemed to have popped off.

“I’ve just been having a rather…peculiar evening. Forgive me”
“There’s nothing to forgive, I was actually on my way to an interview when I got horribly lost. Hence, the attack. Hence, you showing up. Hence…I miss the interview.” He looked back up to you.

“Where…where is this interview?”
You searched around the floor for your map, which was now crumpled and pounded into the dirt. In a single moment of repugnance, you scraped off any mystery substances, and squinted to read the address.

“West 155th street, so it must be here…hold on” you looked a little more closely at the address, and come to a sinking realization.
“It says 115th street. So close.” You mentally kicked yourself. You looked up at Newt, who now seemed to be lost in thought, contemplating to himself.

After concluding that he won’t be saying anything more, you patted his arm and picked up the remaining items from the floor.
“Well I best be going. I want to be at least a little on time” you noticed Newt was fidgeting with something in his sleeve.

He then took a step closer to you, and took out what would look like a magic wand if you didn’t know any better.
“Promise not to say a word about what I’m about to do?”

You honestly had no clue where this was going. But did you really care at this point?
“Okay…” you breathe, and in an instant, you two were no longer standing in the dusty alley, but outside a clean headquarters, on west 115th street, Washington Heights.

You stood without words, just staring at Newt’s nonchalant expression.
“That was just beginning to make up for my inconvenience to you today. Oh and by the way, I never did catch your name.”
You try to shake yourself from your trance, finding yourself completely forgetting your own name.

“Oh god…”
“What peculiar names muggles are coming up with nowadays.”
“My name is (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N).” He smiled and reached his hand out to shake yours.
“(Y/N) (L/N)…I have a strange feeling I’ll be seeing more of you”

And in another instant, the boy was gone, along with any sanity you may have had left.
But you couldn’t help but smile at such a peculiar sequence of events.
You pushed open the glass doors and took a seat in the waiting room, a whole 4 minutes early.

You really did hope you’d see more of that peculiar boy.
And it just so happens, you would.

Firi: I would really like to be a part of your work force.

Inien trying really hard not to stare at Firi by staring intently at something else: Do you like other chicks? (FUCK! DID I JUST SAY THAT?)

Firi: Yes

Inien internally screaming to Valhalla to thank the gods for this blessing: You’re hired!

I thought this is how Firi’s interview went for @hexmaniacinien’s mob au

Arranged Marriage

Summary: Dan and Phil’s marriage have been arranged by their parents, and neither of them are exactly thrilled about it. Dan’s younger than Phil and Phil had his whole life planned out but now things have changed. It’s December now, and Dan’s terrified he’ll have to spend Christmas alone. But he gets a surprise.

Word Count: 994

Genre: AU, Angst

A/N: This is the fic that I wrote for phan-drabble-advent-calendar but I never posted it on my blog and I haven’t wrote anything for awhile so here’s this.

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anonymous asked:

I think the headcannon about maggie letting alex protect her is actually very canon, those bts pics where alex has her arms around maggie shoulders all the time (even when it was chy and flo haha) it's such a dominant/protector move, I was expecting alex to be the super cheesy romantic one but boooooooy maggie is far gone on that road, she's the biggest romantic soft out there while alex is beating down aliens at the bar to find out where maggie is

^^ Yes exactly this yes yes yes yes.

Also, I was sooooooo thrilled to see those pictures with her arm not only around her shoulder, but slung around it (true, we won’t know until the episode airs if that was Chyler or Alex lol!), because like… interracial relationships in media are soooo often portrayed where the brown girl has to be the tough one, the protector, all the time (putting aside the possibility of switching, both in bed and in the relationship generally, which I think both Alex and Maggie do), and it’s just amazing to be able to anticipate the white girl taking care of and doting on the brown girl for a change, like damn.

Fic: Man Flu, Edward Nygma x Reader, One Shot.

Title: Man Flu

Pairing: Edward Nygma x Reader

Request: A Gotham fic, where Ed is very sick and the reader takes care of him.

 Tag: @nex-bestia

Originally posted by savagepatchkidzzz

You hadn’t been working for the Gotham City PD for very long. Your job wasn’t exactly thrilling seeing as you spent most of the day hidden away in the records room. But considering the notorious nature of Gotham, you didn’t mind a little boring.

Grabbing the file that had been requested, you headed for the Medical Examiner’s office. Dr. Thompkins had been one of the first people to welcome you to the department. She was warm and pleasant, which admittedly surprised you since she worked with corpses all day long.

But the file wasn’t for Lee. It was for the curious man who shared her office, Edward Nygma.

If Lee had welcomed you with open arms, Edward made sure to keep you at a distance.

You understood, after all the man was going through a rough time. According to office gossip, his girlfriend had recently eloped with her ex. You were sure to be something of a reminder for him, considering you had replaced her in the records room.

Knocking on the door softly to announce your arrival, you opened it to see Edward hunched over a microscope.

“I brought the file you asked for, Mr. Nygma,” you said brightly, trying to remain positive in the face of his likely indifference.

“Thank you,” he muttered, voice cracking slightly. He only looked up from the microscope when a coughing fit hit him. Burying his face in the crook of his elbow, his body shook with the force of his coughs. After a moment, it finally passed and he was able to take a shuddering breath.

Glancing towards the doorway, he observed that you were still there, but it was the obvious concern in your eyes that caught him by surprise. Not many people bothered to concern themselves with him. He had always been the nerd, the loser, an easy target for all the bullies that ran rampant in the department.

At least he had been until Officer Dougherty’s death. His confidence had surged after that. But Kristen’s death had been a shock to his system. He knew who he was then, who he was meant to be. The opinion of others didn’t bother him anymore.

That’s why it was stunning that the compassion in your eyes caused such a reaction in him. He felt something akin to pleasure at the sight of your worry for him.

“Are you all right, Mr. Nygma?” You inquired with a frown, brow furrowed when you noticed how pale he had become. “You look terrible!” you blurted out, then began to turn red in embarrassment. “I mean, you don’t look terrible, you’re very handsome” you rambled as Edward cocked his head to the side. “You just look like you might be ill. Are you? Ill?”

When the words finally stopped tumbling from your lips, you were sure you appeared as awkward as you felt. Edward looked to be studying you with an intensity you had never seen in a person before.

And then he sneezed.

Feeling a little flustered, Ed scrambled for a tissue, blowing his nose rather indelicately. Surely, he thought bemusedly, you couldn’t think him handsome now.  

It was in amazement that he dared at glance at you from over his glasses and he didn’t see you recoil. Instead you took a tentative step forward and placed a gentle hand on his arm.

“I have a bit of a cold,” he relented, and you smiled in amusement at his put out tone of voice.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” you shook your head with a tiny laugh when he looked on the verge of pouting. “I tend to get colds all the time,” you confessed. “It’s the weather in Gotham, I think. I keep a supply of cold medicine in my purse. Would you like me to get it? It might make you feel a little less miserable.”

“That…would be nice,” he cautiously accepted your offer with a tilt of his head.

“I’ll be right back, Mr. Nygma,” you chirped as you spun towards the door. His voice stopped you before you could leave.

“You—you can call me Ed,” he announced, not expecting much of a reaction. The warm smile you gave in answer sent a rush of heat to his chest. But maybe that was just his fever.

“I’ll be right back, Ed,” you practically skipped back to your desk, happy with the progress you had made with your reluctant coworker. He appeared to be warming up to you. You didn’t know why so many people in the department gave him such a hard time. He seemed nice, if a little quirky.

Edward almost didn’t expect you to return. He tried not to expect much from the people he worked with. They were usually total disappointments, not even worthy of his time.

But return you did, with medicine and a fresh cup of tea.

You set the items on the only surface you spotted without a body or a bone saw on it, happy to see a wide, if tired, grin on his face.

“In case you have a sore throat,” you explained. “I thought the tea might be soothing.”

“I appreciate the thought,” he admitted. The two of you stood in an easy silence, before you realized you still had an actual job to do.

“I should get back to work,” you recalled with a self-conscious smile. “But if you need anything, please let me know. I’m here to help.”

“I’ll do that,” he assured you with a tiny sniffle. With a jaunty little wave, you headed out of the Medical Examiner’s office, taking no notice of the eyes that followed your every move.

Only when you were out of sight did Edward turn away, taking a sip of tea and considering the gesture.

He had assumed you were just like the others, unworthy of his attention. But you showed concern over his ill health, offered him aid, and seemed truly pleased when he exhibited any sign of approval. Perhaps he should nurture this connection. No one could replace Kristen, but Ed had begun to put her in the past. She was his old self’s obsession. He was in search of renewed focus.

And at the very least, you would make for a welcome distraction.

as a tradnat ethnopapist legitimist, carlist and crypto-perennialist, i’m not exactly thrilled to be lumped in with libertarian freaks either tbh lads

Coffee, comfy clothes, quiet, llama socks, and my book. I’ve been so tired this week that I wasn’t exactly thrilled to have woken up at 6am…but oh well. Might as well make the most of it. I do love a quiet house in the mornings…except The Boo Boos is purring like a freight train…but he’s cute so I’ll allow it. 😊

Found out this morning that my favorite college professor (who is also one of my favorite humans) who had the most tremendous impact on my life and who I credit to an extremely large degree for my general life direction and attitude was diagnosed with lung cancer. I do not have many personal heroes–I admire many people, but I’m quite reluctant to use the term personal hero for most people. But, this woman is incredible. She is the best professor, and the world NEEDS her (especially now) to stay in the classroom and keep shaping our future social workers.

it belongs to you

Summary:  Clarke isn’t really thinking when she decides to put Bellamy’s shirt on while he’s out. She’s not really expecting him to come home early either.

AO3 //

Clarke’s Saturday night plans may not be everyone’s idea of a good time, but honestly she’s been looking forward to it all week. She’s going to take a long bath then curl up on the couch in her pajamas, eat an entire pizza, watch a trashy movie or two on Netflix and probably be asleep before midnight.

It’s not often she gets some decent alone time, and she figures since Bellamy has a date tonight she may as well make the most of the empty apartment. And yeah, she’s not exactly thrilled that he’s on a date, being that she’s pretty much in love with him herself. But it gets exhausting being around him sometimes, having to pretend she’s not in love with him. So she’s trying to act like it’s a good thing that he’s out, instead of at home with her where she really wants him to be.

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The Tao of McKay

Despite the flashlights, this whole episode took place more or less as an attempt to turn of some lights.  Nothing’s easy in Atlantis.  Picture included because this McShep fan loves the McKay Zelanka interactions in this episode.

“Oh shit.  What have I done?”  “Do prdele, Rodney.  What did you do?”

John always brings Mom Friend Elizabeth around when Rodney’s sick, stabbed, paralyzed or possibly injured.  He needs the moral support.

Why is he sitting away from the team???

I’m sorry, Rodney.  You’ve been diagnosed with being a cutie pie.  There is no cure.


Elizabeth and especially John are very sad to inform Rodney of his impeding death.

Rodney’s not exactly thrilled about it either.

Go on, Rodney.  Heal Radek.  Without him, they’d be a riot in Science within a week.

Because science!

This scene is mcsheppy goodness.

“I suck.”  “Rodney, I really don’t need to the details of your and Sheppard’s sex life.”

You know, Rodney might get a reputation for being a asshole, but he’s also often the most thoughtful and touching person too.

Aw…  they hug. 

A man’s heart is breaking.

“You all love me?”  “Yeah, and I’m obligated by the homophobic tv execs to” Oh screw it, John just confessed his love.  That’s exactly what happened here.

Ded. :(

NO WAIT!  He’s only almost dead!

While McShep is my OTP of all OTPs, I absolutely love whenever Ronon hugs, carries or generally handles Rodney.  I headcanon that Ronon thinks of Rodney like some sort of nerd little brother, even though Rodney’s older.

Lay’im on the floor and hope for the best.

I’m alive!  I’m hungry!


In short, this episode is full of whumpy goodness.  Seriously, the entire episode is people worrying about Rodney has he deals with the fact that he’ll probably died.  Rodney hangs out with John a lot and gets two hugs from Ronon.  The stupid “as a friend” comment subtracts a point though.  8/10

Puppy Love

for @actuallymollyweasley

Author Note: Merry Pynch Secret Santa! I hope you enjoy your gift. I apologize for any inaccuracies in what is described in the shelter, because I have no idea how shelters really work.

He felt like an asshole admitting it, but Adam really, really didn’t want to work at the animal shelter. It wasn’t the animals - he didn’t particularly think of himself as a pet-lover, but he understood the appeal of a furry companion. (And, hell, maybe one day when he had an established job and a comfortable, stable income, he’d think about getting a pet. Something small. Easy.)

Contrary to what Cheng said, it also didn’t matter that he wouldn’t be paid. Okay, true, at first he wasn’t exactly thrilled to find out that jobs would continue to expect he volunteer his free time to various organizations, but he’d found he kind of liked community service when his schedule wasn’t jam-packed with work, studying, working more, studying more, avoiding his father’s alcoholic outbursts, and yet more work.

The problem with working at the shelter was the owner.

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.Werewolf Michael AU

.Bonus Part

.Michael x OC

*Smut Warning

.Aven P.O.V


You had decided, after the first time you went into heat, that it was the worst possible thing about being a werewolf.

As soon as you felt that intense heat pool in between your legs towards the end of each month, you knew every minute was going to be uncomfortably unbearable until you got to Michael.

You were still working your job in retail but you had worked really hard with Michael trying to find him a job, anything to just get him started and thankfully, a tree surgery company took him on last month.

Michael wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea but you had told him it was easier to get a job once he was in a job. The best thing about it was the company had offered to give Michael a weekend training course to give him more qualifications. Of course you had urged him to go for it but by the afternoon on the Friday that he’d left, you went into heat and that sent you into immediate panic.

When it got to six o’clock you couldn’t wait any longer, surely Michael would have finished for the day by now.

You dialled his number and he picked up on the second ring.

“Good evening Beautiful.”

He sounded absolutely exhausted and you were angry at yourself for calling about such an inconvenient thing.

“Mikey, I’m so sorry but I’ve gone into heat.”

You panted down the phone and there was a brief moment of static silence before you heard your mate groan in disbelief.

“Aven… er… Oh, Fucking hell.”

He growled down the phone and you whined in response, the wolf side of you desperate for your mate’s attention.  Michael wasn’t going to be home until mid-day on Monday and you weren’t sure how much of this you could take, the longer you went without your mate, the more aroused you became.

“Can I make it to Monday?”

You asked quietly but Michael sighed heavily in response.

“…You’re going to have to Beautiful, you’re not working this weekend are you?”


You whined back, dreading the thought of aching like this for a whole weekend; you had never had to wait more than a few hours before.

“Just go and have a cold shower Aven, it will make you feel a little better I promise.”

You whined quietly but nodded your head.

“Okay… I love you Mikey, I’ll call later.”

You managed weakly before ending the call. You could feel your body itch with aching frustration but did as Michael suggested and headed for a cold shower.


By the time Monday rolled around you were just a hot grouchy, whining mess, lying flat out on top of your duvet with your clothes tossed long forgotten on the floor. You were burning and desperate and you hadn’t slept a wink last night; you couldn’t, not in the sweaty state you were in.

You had no idea what to do with yourself and you had lost a lot of your human thoughts, you felt like an animal and you could barely keep your mind straight you were that worked up, pinning for your mate’s attention.

When you eventual heard the fait ‘tick’ of the lock releasing on your front door you sat up, suddenly very aware that someone was here.

An audible groan resounded from the kitchen as something smacked onto the floor moments before a male with messy red hair rounded the corner into your room. He smelt strongly of sap cover leaves and splintered wood; a smell that you didn’t recognise at all. You half whined half growled in warning as you shuffled back, trying to put some distance between yourself and this man who insisted on prowling closer.

“It’s alright Beautiful, it’s me. I’m back now.”

His low, husky voice purred and it seemed to flick a switch of recognition in your head. Still, you instinctively backed away as he climbed on to the bed and crawled towards you, making you feel even more uncomfortable and upset.

“It’s Michael, Aven… Come here.”

His voice was gentle as he pushed himself over you, but the closer he got the stronger the horrible sappy wood smell became.

“Get off me!”

You snarled as you shoved him back but your actions were weak.

The male snarled in frustration but backed off and stormed out of the room.

Moments later you heard the faint sound of a jet running and within ten minutes he was back, his flaming red hair damp and wild and he was dressed in a fresh set of clothes. You snarled weakly as he clambered back over to you but he smelt different this time; much more familiar and the forest smell was almost gone.

“It’s me Aven… Don’t push me away, you need me and I need you.”

He whined as he nuzzled and licked against your throat and you couldn’t fight it anymore.

“I want my mate.”

You almost sobbed and Michael pulled back to look at you square on.

“Look at me.”

Michael growled and it took you a minute to properly focus on his face.

“I could smell you out on the staircase… I’m so sorry I was gone for so long, you wouldn’t be this bad if I had gotten here sooner.”

Michael nuzzled his nose lovingly against yours and you sighed as he lay a hand on your waist.


You eventually panted and your mate groaned heavily in appreciation.

“Good girl, come on… I know what you need.”

He gave you a short kiss before scrambling off the bed and stripping out of his clothes. You whined and you crawled after him but turned around once you reached the edge of the bed, poised on your hands and knees facing the wall, more than ready for him to pull you back onto his hard shaft and give you want you wanted.

You weren’t waiting long.

Michael groaned as he grabbed you by the hips and roughly pushed into you with a grunt. A relief filled gasp fell from your lips as your mate clamped his fingers over your skin and rutted into you at a quick, smooth pace.

You scrunched your hands into the sheets in an effort to try and keep yourself in place as Michael’s rough thrusts insisted on pushing you forward.

Every noise that fell from your mate’s mouth was just heaven to your ears and you wished you were closer.


His name was all you could manage to moan and you could almost hear the smirk in his voice as he panted.

Shortly, Michael loosened his grip on your hips in favour of trailing on hand around to your stomach and the other over your back. You felt him gather up as much as your long hair as he could before gently tugging it back, signalling for you to push up into a kneeling position and lean fully back against his chest. You whined as you felt his strong hand supporting your stomach whilst his other took a hold on your throat, holding you close as he sunk his teeth into the back of your shoulder, never slowing his persistent pace.

You could only lean back and pant and whine in pleasure as you let your mate handle your body for you. You covered his hand on your chest with your own as you began to feel a warmth in the pit of your abdomen build.

Michael knew you were close because you couldn’t keep yourself from clenching around his slick cock and he encouraged you right in your ear.

“Come on Beautiful, you’ve done so well… Just let go.”

You whined as you edged closer and closer. You shuffled uncomfortably but turned your face sideways towards your mates and gasped in relief as you came undone. Michael nuzzled proudly against your nose and it wasn’t long after when Michael gave you exactly what your body needed and released inside you with a hard thrust and a pleasured groan.

For the first time in three days you finally felt your body begin to relax and cool down, no longer on the edge of need and you felt yourself return back to your right mind. You were very aware of who the male behind you was and you tentatively turned in his arms to greet him with a breathless kiss.

“Mikey, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me, it was like a didn’t recognise you.”

Michael shook his head before peppering your face with kisses.

“It’s not your fault Beautiful. It’s because you had to wait so long… We need to look at your patterns closer and make a note of them. That way I will never be away when you need me again.”

You blushed lightly as you nuzzled against each other, purring with complete satisfaction.

“Shall we go and wash up?”

Michael suggested and you could think of nothing better.


Michael was super excited on the day he came home with his third pay packet.

When Michael started to work you had explained to him the importance about building up and saving money, and not to go and blow it all as soon as it landed in your bank account.

You explained how to budget and how to cover unexpected costs and Michael took it all on board. The first thing he did after your talk was to write down how much he earnt a month and how much he should save. You had watched him scribble down numbers with a fond smile and before long he came to the conclusion that he would have enough to make a decent purchase on his third pay day.

He threw his bag down in the hall way, bounded into the living room where you were sat watching T.V and dived into your lap.

“Mikey! What’s happened?”

You asked, slightly taken aback but cuddling up to him anyway.

“I’ve been paid! I’ve been waiting for this ever since I’ve started and I know what I want!”

You giggled at his enthusiasm as he pecked your cheek.

“You don’t have to spend it right away Mikey.”

He grinned and shook his head, his eyes shining with excitement at he looked solely into your own.

“I know what I want.”

You blushed under his stare and he began to purr as he nuzzled warmly against you, his tone suddenly becoming rather serious.

“I want to take you out tomorrow for dinner.”

You felt your chest tighten in bashfulness.

“I don’t want you to spend your hard earned wages on me.”

Michael just laughed and shook his head.

“You told me to budget and I have. I know exactly just how much I have to spend and some of that money involves taking my beautiful mate out for dinner at a decent restaurant, so you had better find your best dress out.”

He shot you a wink and licked your lips before climbing off you and sauntering off to take a shower.


Saturday night dawned on you before you knew it and you were currently sat in front of your mirror, adding the finishing touches to your hair that you had just finished curling. You didn’t normally apply much make up but you allowed yourself a natural touch up before stepping into a sparkling but discreet silver skater dress.

After giving yourself a final check in the mirror you slipped into a pair of flat black ballet shoes and grabbed your black clutch off the bed before making your way into the living room to wait for Michael.

When he appeared about five minutes later, clad in his black skinny jeans, black laced boots, band tee and denim jacket, you couldn’t keep the blush off your cheeks; he was so handsome.

“Aven, you look absolutely beautiful.”

His tone was awe filled and you got to your feet, shyly walking over to his side and cuddling up to his warm torso.

“Are you ready to go?”

He asked, almost sounding nervous but you nodded enthusiastically as you laced your fingers together.

“Absolutely. I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

You leaned up to gently peck his cheek and he smiled proudly as he lead the way out of your flat and into town.

Making good time on your walk into town, you were seated and had your dinner before you all within under half an hour.

You had never been to ‘Frankie’s’ before but your spaghetti bolognaise was the best you had tasted anywhere, apart from your mother’s, and Michael couldn’t stop complimenting his pizza.

Michael never once took his eyes off you and kept his legs placed on the outside of yours so he could occasionally knock and brush up against your bare skin.

Your mate insisted on ordering the biggest ice cream sundae on menu to share afterwards and when you saw the size of it when it came, you were grateful of Michael’s massive appetite.

You managed to eat about a tenth of the glass before placing your spoon down in defeat.

“I can’t eat any more Mikey, I’m so full.”

“Aw, come on Ave, I’ve saved you all the brownie pieces, look.”

You rolled your eyes and forced down a few more bites before holding your hands up.

“That’s it.”

Michael grinned as he licked the ice cream off his spoon in playful seductiveness and you blushed.

Once you were finished Michael paid the waitress, even after you’d insisted again that you would pay, took your hand warmly in his before heading back out into the night.

“You know the night is still young, do you want to go to a club?”

Michael asked but you sighed as you leaned up next to his side. You felt like a lead weight with all the food you had just ate and you didn’t think clubbing was a good idea.

“Not tonight Mikey, I’ll end up being sick I think.”

Michael chuckled as he kissed the top of your head and pulled you closer at the waist; he didn’t say anything as you walked back home.

Once you’d reached the car park, you felt Michael stop and hesitate. You immediately turned to look up at him but before you could ask what was wrong, he placed his hands on your hips and ushered you back, shortly coming into contact with the side of your car.

“What’s wrong Mikey?”

You asked, suddenly feeling rather concerned, but your mate just nuzzled against you with a quiet groan.

You ran your hands over his shoulders and up into his hair, causing him to whine weakly as he kissed your lips.

“Tell me…”

You whispered softly against his lips and Michael took a deep, steady breath before looking down into your eyes and asking.
“Will you marry me?”

It was your turn to hesitate before blinking in confusion. Marry him? Werewolves didn’t get married they just mated, at least that was what Michael had told you. After your confused moment had passed, you felt yourself blush as your heart fluttered in happiness.

“You told me werewolves don’t get married.”

You whispered with a smile as you nuzzled up against your mate while continuing to scratch your fingers into his hair.

“They don’t… But you’ve lived your life as a human and I’ve seen you watch those shows on television. You’ve mentioned before about weddings so surely when you were little, you dreamed of having a wedding too. I know normal werewolves don’t get married but we’re not exactly a ‘normal’ pack are we? I may not understand it all but if it will make you happy, I want to make it happen.”

It was true. You had always dreamed of your wedding day and what sort of dress you would wear. You had joked in the past and discussed in detail with your mother about what you would want for your big day, but since meeting Michael the thought had never crossed your mind.

Marriage didn’t matter as long as you were always with him, but since he had asked…

“Yes Mikey, I would love to marry you.”

You enthused with an excitable grin and Michael smiled handsomely at you before sealing your lips in a passionate, sensual kiss.

The feeling of Michael’s fingertips on your neck and jaw made you moan quietly and your mate chuckled as he pulled back to lick your bottom lip.

“…What is it that I call you now? When two people are getting married?”

You grinned again as you cuddled up close.

“So, we’re engaged and now, that makes me your fiancée...”

You explained, but quickly added.

“But I am first and foremost your mate.”

Michael smirked as he lowered his lips to your ear and accused in a low growl.

“You only prefer that because it sounds more possessive.”

You could only nod in response; he had hit the nail on the head.

Michael groaned as he ran a heated lick up your neck before nuzzling into the edge of your jaw.

“Shall we go for a run? I need to shake all this excitement off and I don’t think it would be fair to wear you out in the bedroom.”

You flushed as you nudged against your mate and pushed him back.

“You can go for a run but I don’t want to change, I can just ride you.”

Michael’s smirk twisted smugly as he pushed you back against the car.

“Oh baby, you can ride me all night long.”

“That is not what I meant!”

You tried to stifle your laugh as you wiggled away from him.

“Hurry up and change otherwise you can forget it.”

Michael glanced around to make sure no one was around as you placed your clutch bag behind your back tire for safe keeping and when you stood back up, you were greeted with a warm, furry nuzzling hug from your wolf.

You wrapped your arms around his head and pulled him close, causing him to groan.

After a few moments he crouched to the floor and you slipped around to climb onto his back, only standing straight when he was sure you were settled.

“Are you comfortable, Beautiful?”

You shuffled up a little closer to his shoulders as you ran your hands through his coarse fur.

“Yeah, I’m ready whenever you are Mikey.”

You grinned as your wolf broke into a steady jog before shifting into a flat out run, making quick work of getting through the town and into the forest and once you were in the trees, it was like you were in a different world; one where only you and your mate belonged.

Michael ploughed through the familiar path that he often traced when you were together but tonight, he took a slightly different route.

Slowing down to a prowl he pushed his ways through the tight trees before dropping down a small hill. Once he was at the bottom he rounded back on himself and you came face to face with a large den. You stilled in surprise as your eyes took in the blankets and pillows that were already tucked into the corner.

Michael groaned as he lowered his body to the floor and let you slide off.

“What’s all this?”

You asked with a smile as you stepped off the dry dirt and onto the soft blanket that was laid out on the floor.

“For you, if you still want to spend a night in a den with your wolf.”

Michael’s voice floated anxiously through your mind, you turned to see him standing a few yards away from the entrance, his head and ears low as he looked at you.

“Come here Mikey.”

You pleaded softly as you sat down towards the back, leaving more than enough space for your large wolf to step in before you. You reached up and ran your fingers into his fur down his neck, pulling your mate closer into a hug as he groaned in content.

“I do.”

You smiled and whispered against his muzzle.

Michael licked across your cheek before shuffling around to lay on his side, his back facing the outside of the den and his front facing you. You carefully lay down as well, curling up into the warmth of his body and sighing in happiness as he lay his head to your side so you were surrounded almost entirely by him.

“Are you sure we’ll be safe? I won’t be able to hear when we’re asleep”

Michael nodded his head slightly as he grumbled.

“Yeah, I scouted the area out early and I’m one hundred percent sure we’ll be okay. Anyone trying to come between a wolf and his mate must have a death wish; I won’t let anything hurt you.”

He gave you a warm lick again and you blushed as you cuddled further into his warmth.

Even though the position you were in now wasn’t exactly what you had imagined when you had painted the wolf mural in Kerry’s café, it was so much better than you had imagined.

As you lay in warmth, brushing your knuckles soothingly against the soft fur before you and gazing into Michael’s lush green eyes, you felt complete.

“Thank you, for saving me…”


You simultaneously brushed against each other as your mate purred in loving affection. You closed your eyes as you felt your mate shift begin to shift. You shuffled backwards a little to give him some room but once he was back in his human body he crawled on top of you, sealing your lips in a hungry kiss.

Your tongues fought for dominance but in the end, Michael won and celebrated with a triumphant nip to your lower lip.

“I love you, Aven.”

Michael growled proudly as he caressed your cheek, and you closed your eyes as leaned into his touch.

Your mate removed his jacket and placed it comfortably over your shoulder before laying down next to you. You snuggled happily against his chest and when you looked up to see his smug, adorable grin you melted.

“I love you too, Mikey.”

His eyes sparkled at your confession as he reached around for one of the blankets to throw over your bodies.

After a while you removed your hearing aids and placed them in the safety of Michael’s jacket pocket, going deaf to the world and feeling just slightly more alone without any background noise.

“…Don’t be afraid.”

Michael purred as he spoke to your mind, catching you by surprise. Michael talking to your mind without your hearing aids in was something that you had never tried before.

His breath was calming and his licks soothing as he comforted you and your smile was wide as you realised that you weren’t really alone at all.

“I’ll always keep you safe…”


Just A Holy Fool

I was wondering if you could possibly write an imagine where reader is Lady Gagas backup dancer for Judas and Norman starts to notice this girl and eventually asks her out near the end of the shoot? I think he’s pretty hot on the music video 😍

I kinda wanna make a part 2 out of this…or a full series out of this…Norman is adorable and I love this one shot haha! Let me know what you think!

It wasn’t exactly thrilling waking up at four in the morning to get to set but then again it was definitely thrilling to be in Lady Gaga’s new music video. Sure, you were just a backup dancer but you would be showing everyone you knew this video for years to come. And there was an added bonus. An actor from that new TV show, The Walking Dead would be in it. You hadn’t had much of a chance to watch it since you were too busy constantly working but you knew Norman Reedus from other movies and TV shows he’d done in the past. However, it was important that you didn’t get star struck and make a fool out of yourself. If you had any plans at all of making it in this industry, you had to play it cool with everyone you met even if they were huge stars.

The warm coffee was doing nothing to wake you up as you arrived on set, your backpack heavy on your tired shoulders. The sun wasn’t even up yet. You loved your job but god, getting up at four o’clock in the morning was rough sometimes.

You were taken to the make-up trailers where dozens of backup dancers and extras were getting their make-up and hair done and a majority of them were looking much more energized than you did right now.

“Morning!” one of the make-up artists exclaimed cheerfully, “My name’s Gayle. What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you replied, “Sorry you don’t get a more chipper person to slap some make-up on.”

“I know it’s early but it’ll be a really fun shoot,” Gayle replied. The two of you made small talk while she fixed your hair and applied your make-up and halfway through, the coffee kicked in and you were much more awake now, laughing with Gayle and the other extras. You were ready to get going and give it your best.

Once Gayle was finished, you got up and headed for wardrobe. You walked a little quicker and held your head up higher now that you were fully awake. As you opened the door to exit the trailer, you bumped into a firm body, which knocked you back more than it knocked the other person back.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, a tight grip on the stranger’s forearm to keep your balance. You looked up to look at who you just bumped into and now had a hold of their arm and you were stunned at the pair of dark blue eyes staring back at you, “Oh shit…you’re…”

“Yeah, I’m Norman,” he chuckled, patting your hand that was still holding onto his arm. He gave you a warm smile, “Are you alright, sweetheart?”

“Uh, yeah…yeah totally,” you replied, pulling away from Norman’s arm and folding your hands behind your back, “Seriously sorry about that. I’m like half awake today and I’m on my way to wardrobe and all that and I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“It’s fine,” Norman said, “I’ll see you a little later, alright?”

“Sure,” you said, stepping to the side so Norman could go into the make-up trailer, sitting in the chair you had just been sitting in for the last hour. Once you got to wardrobe, they put you in a black sleeveless crop top and black leather pants with a tan scarf, boots, and a headband to match. Finding out you’d be dancing almost right next to Lady Gaga was exciting but also made you a little anxious. What if you screwed up the moves? It was one thing to make a mistake but to make it in front of someone as big as Lady Gaga would be humiliating.

They had started off with a scene that you wouldn’t be in but you got to stand behind the cameras and watch Lady Gaga and the other dancers move gracefully and perfectly. She looked stunning in a red bra with white crosses on each cup and red underwear to match with a sheer red sheet draped over her backside and red booties. The dirt flew up and spread through the air as she and the other dancers danced around, lifting their feet and swaying their hips.

You turned to get a look at all the players involved with the behind the scenes action and caught Norman off to the side staring at you. They’d given him a leather jacket with an unbuttoned shirt underneath, a pair of gloves in his hand. Once he’d been noticed, he quickly turned away, clearing his throat as he put the gloves on, his cheeks quickly turning red.

It took a few takes to get the scenes finished and Lady Gaga was whisked away to change into her wardrobe. Your heart raced as you and the others were gathered together to prepare and practice for your scenes. You wiggled your arms and rolled your neck back and forth.

“I can do this,” you whispered to yourself.

“Hey,” Norman’s voice came from behind you and you jumped, letting out a squeal. He pulled back a little and laughed, “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“That’s okay,” you said, “I’m just a little jumpy.”

“Good luck,” he said, “Don’t be nervous. You’ll do great.”

“You’re sweet,” you replied. Norman beamed and hurriedly walked away to let you finish stretching and mentally preparing yourself. Lady Gaga came back out a few minutes later, switching from an all red outfit to all black. A black bra with a white cross on each cup, a leather jacket, and black underwear with stockings and boots going up to her thighs with a blue bandana wrapped around her forehead.

You were placed at her right and that made you sweat a little. She offered a warm smile and friendly words of encouragement and that made it a little easier to relax but you still needed to focus. The music blared and you followed the rhythm easily, more and more at ease the longer you danced. Norman was standing directly across from you, arms folded across his chest watching you. His expression was extremely difficult to read. Was he impressed? Or were you just screwing up? Regardless, you did multiple takes of the scene until the director was satisfied with what you all had done and you all took a break so Lady Gaga could make yet another costume change.

You were standing with some of the other extras having lunch when you were again approached by Norman, his leather jacket removed but the shirt he had on underneath was still unbuttoned which gave you an even better view of his chest. You tried not to stare too much as the other extras scurried away in a fit of giggles.

“Hey, Y/N,” Norman said, “I hope I haven’t bothered you too much today.”

“You? Bother me?” you laughed, “No way. What’s up?”

“You know we’ve got some scenes together, right?” Norman said.

Fighting the blush in your cheeks was absolutely pointless but that didn’t stop you from trying, “No, I had no idea.”

“Should be fun,” he said, “By the way, you were really good out there. Where did you learn to dance like that?”

“Years and years of practice,” you said with a chuckle, “I didn’t know you thought I was good. You looked so serious like I was fucking up or something.”

“No, you were amazing,” Norman said, “You were the best out there.”

“Oh stop,” you said, “I’m not that good.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Norman said. He looked down at his phone and started walking away, “Well, I should get something to eat real quick before we have to start up again. I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

“Sure,” you said. It was silly to be this enamored with Norman as you were but you figured you wouldn’t see him again after this shoot was over so a tiny crush wouldn’t hurt anything, would it? You could survive these next few days.

Admittedly, it was a little more complicated than you’d thought on the first day. Over the next week, you watched Norman performing his scenes. Even though his scenes were simple with no actual speaking parts, there was something powerful about his movements and facial expressions. You could watch it all day. Every now and then during his scenes, you’d catch him glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. But why would someone like him have any interest in a nobody like you?

The last day brought on the scenes Norman had mentioned that you two would be in together. Norman had one arm wrapped around your shoulder and another arm wrapped around another girl’s shoulder. You were supposed to dance around, throwing your head back and forth, which made Norman and the other girl jostle as he pulled her back and buried his face in the hollow of her throat while she closed her eyes. It sent shivers up your spine watching him with the intensely hungry look in his blue eyes. The girl had gushed about it after the scene was over, telling you how soft his lips had been against her skin and you were burning with jealousy. Again, it was just plain silly to be this jealous. But you couldn’t help yourself. Why couldn’t you be that girl he kissed?

And then came that last scene. You didn’t even know it was happening until the director explained it to you. It would finally be you. Of course, Norman wasn’t going to kiss you like he had the other girl but you would be a lot closer to him than the other girl was. She was a nice girl but you still took it as a small victory.

“Here we go,” you mumbled, “Last day of the shoot. Kinda bummed. Made a lot of friends here.”

“Yeah,” Norman agreed. He opened his mouth to add onto his comment but was interrupted by the director shouting. The music started up and Norman shifted into character, one hand grabbing your arm as you rolled your hips in small circular motions. He stared deeply into your eyes, moving his hand down your cheek to hold onto your shoulder as you lowered a bit and then came back up. Being in his strong arms, standing inches from him, feeling his warmth radiating from his body. You were almost tempted to ruin it and kiss him but you resisted the urged. The scene was still repeated a few times until you got it the way the director wanted it. Norman letting go of you left you empty and disappointed.

“You did great,” Norman said, “Looks like that’s the end of that.”

“Thanks,” you said, “You were great too. Well…guess we should get outta here.”

You pulled the headband off your head and started to walk away. Norman was standing there for a while, ashamed of his hesitance to say anything to you. And you were shocked to realize that your heart was broken, knowing you would never see that handsome man again after today.

With your sunglasses shielding your eyes and a hat covering your sweaty hair, you threw your backpack on over your shoulder and left your trailer for the last time to drive home and move on to the next job. Finishing with this job was sadder than any other job you’d done before. And it was all because of one man.

You pressed the unlock button on your car but that same voice that made your heart skip a few beats stopped you yet again, “Wait! Y/N! Wait a second!”

Turning around, you saw Norman running towards you, waving his arm over his head. He’d changed into his street clothes, his black t-shirt clinging to every muscle and his pants hanging loosely off his small hips.

“What’s up?” you said, “Did I forget something?”

“No, no not at all,” Norman said, “I just wanted to ask you something and I knew I’d regret it if I let you leave without asking.”

“What is it?”

“I was just…we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well these past few days,” Norman began, “And I really wanna see you again outside of work. Do you think you’d wanna go out with me sometime? Coffee or dinner or ya know whatever.”

“Dinner sounds great,” you said. Making a bold move, you grabbed his hand and leaned in, placing a kiss on his scruffy cheek. Norman smiled and pushed his sunglasses further up his nose nervously.

“Sounds great,” he said, “I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

You smiled and nodded eagerly, squeezing Norman’s hand as you opened your car door, “I can’t wait, Norman.”

Tempted to make a part 2 ;)

101 Ways to Seduce a Moose (#17)

Title: 101 Ways to Seduce a Moose

 Sub-Title: #17: Valentine’s Day

 Prompt: none…

 Summary: Gabriel has been in hiding for five years, watching the Winchesters from the background, finally ready to come out of hiding after the darkness is dealt with.  In his time of hiding, he has come to the realization…he is in love with the youngest Winchester.  Sam isn’t exactly thrilled to have the trickster back, remembering all too well the Nutcracker incident, but don’t worry…Gabriel has a plan to make him change his mind.  And you know Gabriel, he isn’t one to back down from a challenge.

 Warnings: none?

***Let me know if you want added to the forever/character tag list! :D

101 Ways Master Post

Masterlist of Fanfiction 

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Valentine’s Day. A day for lovers and couples to do things together, fawn over each other, and make googly eyes.  Case and point.  Gabriel looked over and saw Dean with his arm around Cas, them having a whispered conversation as they discussed their little trip tomorrow.  Yea…they were taking a little couples trip for the big day.  Gabriel was happy for Castiel, he really was, but seeing that happiness and them planning made him thing…should I get anything for Sam?

Across the bunker, Sam was thinking the same thing…was he supposed to get Gabriel anything? They weren’t dating, they had only been on one date…but was that enough to warrant a gift?  They both spent all day thinking about it, but Sam came to the conclusion that he shouldn’t do anything…Gabriel on the other hand, thought he should.

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Mark x Reader
Words: 989
Summary: They one guy that you hate the most is moving in with you

Part 2 - Part 3


“What do you mean he’s staying here?” You asked your dad, sitting at the kitchen table.

“I know you guys don’t get along. But his mom is a close friend of mine and she recently got a really good job offer in New York. I promised that I would take care of the kid until she got back.”

“Why couldn’t he just go with her?”

“She didn’t want to take him away from his friends and school.”

You set your fork down, suddenly loosing your appetite. The chair scraped against the floor as you stood up, walking over to the sink to wash your dishes.

“Are you okay with this?” Your dad asked.

“Does it matter?” You knew you were being a bit snappy, but having the one guy you hate the most move into your house isn’t exactly thrilling news.


“How long?”

“He moves in on Saturday. He’ll be staying for a couple of months. At the least.”

You gave a stiff nod before heading up the stairs to your bedroom.


It’s not that Mark was a bad guy or anything. He was just incredibly annoying. You’ve known him since you guys were still in diapers. He always had this attitude towards you. It was like he hated you for just existing.

Over the years you grew to dislike him more and more.

Sometimes he would come over for dinner with his mom on the weekends. He would ignore you for most of the night, only acknowledging your existence to insult you.

Your dad always said that you too didn’t get along because you were so close. “It’s like sibling rivalry”, he would say.

But you always thought it was something else…


You woke up to a car honking repeatedly. It’s Saturday. Who is up this early on a Saturday!? But then you remembered the horrible reality.

Mark Tuan was moving in.

You sat up in your bed, groaning. Swinging your feet over the bed, you ran a hand through your hair. You threw on the first pair of pants you saw and an oversized t-shirt.

Leaving your room, you almost ran into your dad.

“Oh, good. You’re awake. I need to head to work. Can you help Mark with his boxes and give him a little tour?” He could see the annoyance on your face so he added a quick “please?”.

“Fine.” You walked around him, heading downstairs.

Mark was bringing in a box, wearing a large muscle tee and black skinny jeans. You could see his arm muscles flexing from the weight of the box.

Not that you noticed.

“Do you need help?” You asked.

He looked over at you, clear hatred on his face.

“No. I’m fine.”

Your eyes rolled back as you walked over and grabbed the box from his hands.

“We’re going to be living together for a while. So please, get over yourself.”

You carried the box to his room, upstairs. Setting it gently on the floor, you turned around and accidentally ran straight into Mark. He dropped the box he was holding, journals and notebooks going everywhere.

‘What are these?’ You thought.
There were too many of them to be his school books.

You carefully picked one up that happened to already be open from the fall.

You could tell automatically that these notebooks were filled with songs. You only got to read one line before Mark tore it out of your grasp.

“What are you doing!? You don’t just go around reading other people’s stuff,” he shouted.

“I’m so-”

“Save it. Just get out. I can bring in the rest of the boxes myself.”

Great. You just made Mark Tuan hate you even more.


You hadn’t seen Mark since early that morning. You stayed in your room and he stayed in his. Maybe living with Mark wouldn’t be too bad. As long as you both kept your distance.

Your thoughts were cut short, however, when you heard a knock on your bedroom door. When you opened it, Mark was standing there, a hand on the back of his neck.

“What?” You asked.

“Your dad just called me.”

“Oh. Why?”

“He said that he’s working late tonight and that you have the emergency debit card so we can order pizza or something.”

You walked over to your desk, opening one of the drawers. You grabbed the card and gave it to Mark.

“Go crazy.”

You started closing your door but he stopped it.

“Aren’t you going to eat?”

“I’m fine.”

His expression was something between annoyed and worried.
He whispered “whatever” before walking away.


It was midnight and you had just woken up to go pee. You stopped by the kitchen to grab a glass of water, when you noticed Mark and one of his friends sitting at the kitchen table, eating pizza.

You had seen the guy before, hanging around Mark at school.

You were suddenly aware of what you were wearing. You had changed into pajamas, planning to get some rest. Your shorts barley covered your butt and your sweater didn’t help.

You tried to pull the sweater down, but Marks friend was still staring.

“Jackson,” Mark hissed, “stop staring.”

Your cheeks burned as you spun around, walking towards the cupboards. You opened the one containing the cups and reached up to grab one. Your sweater lifted slightly but you ignored it.

Mark, however, did not.

He was behind you in one second flat. You felt his body pushed against yours, blocking you from Jacksons view. You froze, your breath catching in your throat.

He reached above you and grabbed a cup, shoving it into your hands. You could feel his hard chest against your back and it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

He took a step back, allowing you to move. You got your water as quickly as possible before running upstairs.

Maybe living with Mark wasn’t going to be as easy as you thought.


Good? Not good? Idk??