not my best but whatever i still liked writing it!

I have never known,
the loving of a best friend,
All I’ve ever known,
Is that relations are meant to end,
I try hard,
I bend and break,
I do it all,
Whatever that it takes,
But I still don’t know,
On what it all depends,
Cause I’ve played this game,
Since a very long time,
Looking back at it,
It’s like almost all my life,
But I’m still here,
Looking for someone unknown,
Who can stick by my side,
Be my friend forever,
Melt this heart made of stone…
— 

Heartfelt Notions

prompt: #8 “Don’t touch him!” 
pairing: destiel
tags: bullying tw, punk!cas, hurt/comfort, violence tw, high school au
a/n: why do I always write about alistair being a bully, where is my inspiration
for @envydean

“Alistair, please-”

“You think you can come away with begging, you little faggot?” Alistair scoffed as he pushed Castiel further up against the wall. 

He scraped Castiel’s back against the rough stone, not caring that the other whimpered and hissed. His jacket lay useless on the ground, covered in mud, so his bare arms scratched against the wall as well. A few guys stood around, laughing but not doing anything.  "I don’t fall for those pretty blue eyes, you know that right? I’m not a weirdo or a freak, like you.“

While Castiel thought Alistair was exactly those two things, he thought it was better not to say so, seen his situation. If he had a little more muscle, he’d give Alistair a few good punches in the face. He huffed, he wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

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Sweet Lies {OSH/KJM/KJI}

Description: Someone will love you, but someone isn’t me.

Genre: Fluff / Smut / Angst

Word Count: 10,036

Warning: Smut, angst that gets better bro, kind of a happy ending this time??? I don’t know let me know if you think it’s happy???

Pairing: Oh Sehun x Reader / Kim Junmyeon x Reader / slight Kim Jongin x Reader (LISTEN I’M BAD WITH THESE THINGS)

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ (This gif explains the entire story tbh) (OH, and on my 5K+ masterlist, this is titled as Deal, but so much plot changing happened that only the description is the same oops)

Xiu’s 5K+ Masterlist

Originally posted by lookatnini88

It was the first day of seventh grade, you were sitting in the front of the class. Your first few classes were fun, but your fourth was boring and right before lunch. You chewed on the end of your pencil as you waited for the bell to ring, to say that class had officially started.

You stared at the clock, wishing you could get this over with, but you never knew that it would be one of the best days of your life. You watched as more students piled through the doors. It made you anxious, being in a class full of almost thirty students. The tables being set up in pairs made you even more anxious.

“Um, excuse me.” A small boy, probably shorter than you, mumbled next to you. You looked at him.

“Yeah?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“I don’t want to bother you, but I just wanted to know if it would be okay for me to sit next to you.” His eyes were wide, he was clearly just as anxious as you were. You smiled at him, nodding.

“Of course,” you replied. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), I hope we can be friends.”

“That sounds cool.” He returned your smile. “I’m Oh Sehun.”

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silvensei  asked:

How was week one of Being Besties with Bill Gates? There's probably some kind of confidentiality agreement, but how's it in general? Cool job? Rad place? Chill dorks? (I didn't even know Microsoft was in Boston, I assumed you were going to Silicon Valley, so also welcome to my town, Beantown, best town~)

Ah, it’s been a good first week!

There are parts of the work that seem a bit overwhelming, mostly because there’s like 3934 new things I gotta familiarize myself with. Do you have any idea how massive the source code is for Microsoft Word? Whatever you’re thinking right now, it’s larger. And the code is in C# (technically Script# I’m still learning the differences–like it’s a marriage of javascript and C#?) and I haven’t worked in either of those before. On top of that, the new pieces of code we’re trying to write are going to be in React, which uses Typescript which is a version of javascript and basically like, every single sentence I hear is at least 35% acronyms or buzzwords so I’m trying to get familiar.

Fun stuff though! There’s no set work hours. People come in when they want and leave when they want. Of course they gotta do it responsibly. If someone leaves early they’re probably gonna do some work from home, and like if there’s a meeting they gotta be around for it. But like literally no one is on your ass about where you are. In general I aim to be around for like 10am-5pm but I’m free to mess with that. Tuesday I did 10am-7:15pm. Yesterday I did 9:15am-4pm. Wednesday I was putting on makeup in the morning and my aunt got me this lipstick I was trying out and I very stupidly forgot lipstick takes like a fucking makeup removal army to get off so I spent like 15 panicked minutes in the morning getting it off and so I got in at like 10:10am but I wasnt “late” because like I technically dont need to be in at 10. I like that.

Other fun stuff is they got free beverages in the fridge–sodas and water and stuff. I’ve got like four bottles of “Hint Of” water on my desk. And a snack cart came around on Thursday with like chips and nuts and sodas and beer. Straight up beer. I took a soda but like. I coulda grabbed a beer off the cart and they’d have been like “alright cool”. And yesterday they brought in like 3985 donuts because it was Donut Day?? Legit it was on my calendar as a meeting “Donut Day, floor 15 cafeteria”. Everyone just kept going back to the kitchen throughout the day to get more donuts.

Also we’re like 15 feet away from the MIT campus (I swear about 40% of my coworkers are MIT graduates) so there’s a ton of college campus-y shit around. Including this food place called Clover which is all vegetarian sandwiches and im????? ready to die????? and haunt that place as a ghost for the rest of eternity in case i never get to try everything on the menu.

So I work in Cambridge but my apartment is in Boston. Downside–it’s about like a 30 minute commute. Upside, I get to cross this dang bridge.

This is my view walking home. It’s good????

Also we had an “intern event” on Wednesday where they took us interns to dinner and then to an improv comedy show. And I love nerdy ass comp sci majors because everyone was awkward when we first met up, like in a relaxing way like “hey we’re standing in a circle and personally I don’t know what to say but hey neither does anyone else! cool! im not the socially inept one!!” And the improv show was hilarious and we got ice cream after at this place with wild-ass flavors like I got “goat cheese honey almond” as a flavor, what the hell.

Let’s see also my apartment is nice! It’s fully furnished with like a couch and dishes and cookware and I got TWO tvs I hardly need one tv??? I watched the SU special on A Real TV so that was something. And there’s this tiny ass gym with two treadmills on floor 2 but frankly thats entirely good enough for me i can watch all the damn anime i want there and nothing can stop me.

Okay this is lengthy, but also I’ve got two college friends who live near Boston who are visiting today in like half an hour. We’re gonna do nerd stuff then later tonight I’m gonna get caught up on BNHA and it’ll be A+++

TL:DR - the work looks p intimidating but also literally everything else is swanky as fuck

Writer’s Block 4.1

So I’m taking a different approach to finishing this story. Instead of writing a monster chapter, it’s easier for me to do chunks of it at the moment. I’ll post every 2000 words here, and when it’s complete I’ll post it as one continuous chapter on the archives. Just seems easier for me. Hope you like this one! 4.2 isn’t far behind… Let me know what you think!


Originally posted by couplenotes

What the fuck am I reading? I toss the book aside and try to forget about the alien species commingling with human women as they take over the world with their disappearing magic lube, never-ending sexual appetite and nanocytes that heal the bruises they leave behind from their love-making. If it can be called that.

None of that garbage is going to help me write the next scene. The scene. The one I have zero experience with. Every time I sit down to write it I get nervous and edgy. But I need something written down that at least Peeta can make changes to. He won’t be much help to me this week since he’s busy finishing up an art project that’s due at the same time. I told him not to worry, that I would wrap things up on this end so he could focus elsewhere.

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roket107  asked:

Prompt eh? How about where twi wants to ask rarity out but keeps chickening out at the last second and asking for a dress instead. Does that work for a prompt or is it supposed to be more general?

“I’m telling you, Shy,” Rainbow said, kicking back and lying on the pegasus’s couch. “It was, like, the weirdest thing!”

“You hiding in Rarity’s closet?” Fluttershy asked, giving her friend a stern look.

“Hey, listen, I was just gonna play a trick on her, okay?! Scaring ponies is, like, super fun! But anyway!” She crossed her forelegs and frowned. “Twilight came in because she always finds a way to ruin my best scares, and then she started telling Rarity how she was a good friend, and so strong and brave and all this mushy garbage, and then she just like went red in the face and started just like going on and on about Rarity’s dresses?”

“Oh, well, Twilight’s always appreciated Rarity’s designs?”

Rainbow sat up. “No, Shy, you don’t get it! She was like practically writing a love letter to them! I mean, I guess Rarity’s good at them and whatever, but geez, I almost wanted to come out and tell her to just get married to Rarity’s dresses already.”

(( art by @lilfunkman))

we’re still taking a few more

as it is valentine’s day, and i am a sucker for everything regarding love & showering people in my life with love, i wanted to make a special follow forever for everyone i adore on this site. i’ve met so many incredible people and have grown to love and cherish you as i would anyone in my real life, because you’ve all always been there for me and have shown me so much support when i needed it. i can’t thank you enough for that and i don’t think any of you will ever really know how much that’s gotten me through my dark moments. therefore, that’s why it’s so important to let each and every one of you know how special and wonderful you are! i’ve written a little something for those who have truly touched my heart and i’ve also included everyone who i love, even if we’ve never spoken, i still think the absolute world of you hope that life is treating you well. to everyone reading this, i love you i love you i love you and you deserve everything beautiful and wonderful in this world. if you ever need me, i’m right here for you, and my heart is sending you lots of love and affection today (did u guys kno how sappy i am)(well now u do)(feel free to drag me for this okay i’m a ball of mush) 🌹

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thoughts on fanfic and creators (in this case youtubers)

I don’t think I’ve ever seen fanfiction acknowledged as a form of art or expression the way fanart has been. Very rarely have I seen youtubers treat fanfiction writers the way they do fan artists. Fanfic and fanart are essentially the same thing: a way to express your emotions about someone you idolize, someone who inspires you so much that you want to make something dedicated to them. One just uses words and the other uses drawing or painting or whatever.

It just feels like fanfiction is more acceptable to make fun of because “lol look at this teen girl writing about how much she loves this creator!1!!11 funny joke1!1!1” Like anytime I’ve seen a YouTuber acknowledge fanfiction in a video, they’re usually reading it as a joke, taking someone’s work and making it something to laugh at. Even if it’s not the best writing, the author still probably worked as hard as they could and still put it out there.

If the people I wrote fanfic about (Jack/Mark/Ethan) ever saw my work and took it as a joke, I’d feel so discouraged. I’m not saying that they would do that though, I’m just using that as an example. There’s plenty of vloggers who thank and respect the many fan artists who draw for them, but don’t even acknowledge the people who write for them, much less respect them.

Makes me kinda sad, but that’s how it is I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

College Life Starters Pt. 1
  • “There’s no reason this college application should actually be this hard.”
  • “You want me to pay how much for a fucking textbook?!”
  • “I feel like my professor is out to get me. I’ve been popping No Doze and drinking my weight in coffee for the last three days to get this project finished.”
  • “Hit me with your car, pay my tuition for the next four years, relieve me of my financial stress, please.”
  • “You know you’re a college student when sleep has become a foreign concept.”
  • “Get ready to spend half your annual salary on textbooks for the next 4-6 years or however fucking long you’ll be in school for your degree.”
  • “College must be for rich kids only because there’s NO FUCKING WAY I can afford that.”
  • “No financial aid, no college. I’ll go work at McDonald’s for the rest of my life.”
  • “I got the scholarship! [INSERT SCHOOL NAME HERE], here I come!”
  • “But I don’t want to move to a whole other state to go to college.”
  • “I didn’t get any sleep last night. My dormmate’s boyfriend/girlfriend was over last night. They were fucking like rabbits till 5 in the morning.”
  • “I hope there’s a Starbucks on campus. I need a double shot expresso stat or I’m not making it through today.”
  • “It has been 100% confirmed today, I can’t have a social life until after I graduate.”
  • “Trying to have a job and going to school full time is a recipe for disaster.”
  • “I’m a struggling college student and I need food. Give me your sandwich.”
  • “If I get anything less than a B, my mom and dad are going to kill me.”
  • “Going home for the holidays is like saying you’ve won a lifetime supply of food to a college student. I can finally eat a real meal.”
  • “I survived off ramen, tap water, the free muffins in the lounge and hard candy for four years. It’s finally over.”
  • “Starbucks, 5 Hour Energy, Monsters, Rockstars and Red Bull are going to be my best friends tonight. I gotta get this 20 page essay done by 10 tomorrow morning.”
  • “Don’t talk to me, I’ll write whatever you say in my essay.”
  • “The library has become my new hangout spot. I can’t get anything done in my dorm because of my dorm mate and his/her girlfriend/boyfriend fucking like animals all the time.”
  • “The stars didn’t align and class wasn’t cancelled today. Fuck you, universe.”
  • “When you get an email saying class has been cancelled for today. Fuck yes, I’m going back to sleep.”
  • “I’m not sure how my dorm mate’s still a student here. All she/he does is fuck, eat and sleep in that order. I don’t think he/she’s ever met his/her professors.”

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can you do an imagine or a oneshot (whatever you prefer) of a George Weasley X Reader during Umbridge's time at Hogwarts? Can be angst, fluff, whatever you feel like!

Absolutely! I love George so I’ll will try my best on this one! I still don’t know what exactly to write so it will buit up as I go! But I’ll make the Reader a Hufflepuff bc I just love Hufflepuff!

Normally you liked going to School because for one it was always fun going to School when you are not going to some ordinary School but Hogwarts and second you had an incredible boyfriend who happend to got to the same School. And this boyfriend wasn’t just someone but George Weasley so you practicly hit the Jackpot. Since the two of you started Dating he was the perfect Gentleman; taking you on small but very romantic Dates, small kisses between classes and so on and so on. In short form he was the perfect boyfriend.

 But this year was different than any other year and that because of one huge, horrible toad called Umbridge who ruined everything with her Little Slytherin puppets by terrorizing students and teacher. And the only silver lining were the regular DA Meetings where she couldn’t reach you.And today was one of the days you had an DA Meeting.

You just had come down for breakfast when George took a seat beside you.

“Good morning, my lovely Lady.” he grinned at you but as you are no morning Person just “Hmm"ed at him making him chuckle and place a kiss on your cheek. But it seemed like George really wanted to talk this morning even though he should know better cause on time you actually hit him with one of your books so he would stop talking. But he clearly didn’t.

“It’s a lovely morning, right?”

“Hmm.”

“You look pretty today as always.”

Is he doing this on purpose?

“Have you seen Malfoy slipping in a puddle of spilled milk?”

“Coffee, please.”

“I think today is gonna be a good day.” he said while filling your mug.

“Does this conversation have a Point or are you just being annoying?” you said slightly relaxed as the first sip of coffee ran down your throat.

“Good you noticed. Yes, it has because I have good News.”

You raised one eyebrow at him as a sign for him to continue.

“Today is going to be another DA Meeting.” he whispered in your direction. And as soon as you processed this this Information a huge smile spread across your face.

“That, Mr. Weasley, indeed are good News.” you said while giving him a quick kiss on the lips. But you hadn’t much time to talk some more because first period was about to start so both of you had to get going.

And so after a quiet and normal day you found yourself making your way to the seventh floor with some of your Hufflepuff friends to attend the DA Meeting, all pretty excited and curious about what you are going to learn today. Finally in the room of requirement you took a look around searching for a certain redhead when someone wrapped their arms around your waist.

“Found you first.” whispered George in your ear making you smile. Still in his arms you turned around to face him. You placed your hands on his face slowly leaning in when you two were interrupted by Harry starting today’s lesson about the Patronus charm, it’s importance and how difficult it is to conjure a shaped Patronus. And after a short introduction he let all of you have their first try. You yourself leaned on a wall at first watching everyone with their focused faces, a lot of them with closed eyes trying to remember a very happy memory. Then you thought you should give it a tr. So you walked over to George and simply took his Hand in yours while looking him deeply into his eyes.

“What are you doing?” he asked a bit puzzeled but still smiling.

“Psscht! I want to remember all of our happy memories.” you whispered Standing on your tip toes to actually be face to face.

“Well if that’s the case, then I will of course help you with great pleasure.”

He leaned in and after what felt like hours he finally touched your lips. And your lips fitted perfectly together like they were meant to be together. They even moved in complete sync. You forgot everything surrounding you and actually remembered a lot of the things George and you did. Like your first date at the three broomsticks where he also kissed you for the first time. You remembered the Moment George gave you your very first Weasley Jumper for Christmas with ears red like a tomato making you smile into the kiss while thinking about all this small and big memories. But you had to end the kiss because of the lack of Oxygen. You grinned at him.

“I think I got everything I Need.”

And after you placed on last kiss on his lips you made the same movement Harry taught you and something silvery broke out of your wand. You were in total awe when you saw the form of your Patronus.

“You did it, love!” George exclaimed, “I’m so proud of you!”

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Originally posted by sensualkisses

I hope this Kind of is what you wanted. I hope you like it! And sorry for my mistakes English is not my first language..  I would love to get some Feedback and if you like my writing you can send in a request as well!

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Hand jobs

Summary : Joe proves himself that he can give you a better hand job than your crush Harry Styles can.

A/N : First ever smut one shot, I’m still trying to write better as I can. Hope you like this :)

Originally posted by themrainydays


I was writing my second book on my laptop while I was sat on Joe’s lap with his black framed glasses. Joe was watching me write, he would press kisses to my cheek every once in a while or play with my hair like attempting to braid it or just whatever he does as long as it won’t disturb me since I was feeling quite inspired today.

Just then, all out of the blue Joe blurted out “In your opinion who would give the best hand job?” I turn my head to look at his with furrowed eyebrows and disbelief washed all over my face. “What?” Joe shrugged as if his question was casual.

“To answer your question, I think Harry Styles would give the best hand job.” I teased him, knowing that he wanted my answer to be him, of course and I could feel his eyebrows furrow and a not convince look on his face. His chin rests on my shoulders as he wraps both his arms around me pulling me tighter against him.

“Oh yeah? Why?” Joe murmurs, his own breath tickling my skin along my neck as he nibbles on my earlobe. I wanted to tease him more since I just felt his prominent bulge against my behind. “Give me a good reason why you think your crush Harry Styles would give out the best hand job.”

A small moan hits my throat while I felt his lips press against the joint where my neck and shoulder connects as his fingers trace over the waistline of my sweats. “His fingers are long and slender. Perfect for the best hand job if you’re looking for someone to give you very very intense pleasure.”

Joe’s scoff is muffled by my shoulder as he continues to litter sensual kisses on my skin. “Ever thought about Joe Sugg? I think he would be able to give you the very best hand job along with ultimate pleasure.” Joe whispers seductively and slowly starts to push my sweats down until he commanded me to kick ‘em off which I did.

The laptop was now shut down and on the bedside table, my inspiration quickly changed into erotic lust for my own hubby. “So tell me Mrs. Sugg, d’ you still think that your celebrity crush will give out the best hand job?” A loud gasp emits from me as I felt his palm cup my sex.

“Yeah.” I breath shakily, not deciding to change my answer yet. Joe’s hands were gliding on my thighs creating tingles in my area from the friction.

I hear Joe growl behind me before he switches our position so I was pushed down on the bed and he was hovering on top of me. “I’ll prove you that I can give you the best hand job ever.” He growls deeply in my ear before slipping off my knicker, throwing it to the ground before he gazed at my entry. Joe spreads my thighs apart widely, saying “Keep your hands to yourself if you don’t want to get restrained.”

A moan escapes my lips as I felt so turned on with his words. He strips me off of my underwear and I could  feel my own wetness dripping down on me as I squirmed in anticipation, gripping the edges of my pillow. Joe’s fingertips dance on my thighs, purposely avoiding my lower region to tease me. “You said you’d be proving, not teasing.” I comment panting a bit.

My lover smirks devilishly at me, “I did but what’s a hand job without teasing?” He takes my shirt in his hands, getting rid of it from my body, his lips pressing against my chest. Joe teases my entry with his finger, feeling my wetness before slipping his finger inside of me with ease.

“Oh god…” I gasped arching my back slightly off the mattress. My knuckles were turning white and I resisted the urge to touch Joe right away. Even if using handcuffs would be a great addition to sex, I wasn’t in the mood to have my arms held up above me with no control. “Joe please, just– fuck I need you right now.”

Joe raises both eyebrows with a smug smirk on his face, “Oh I’m not done with you sweetheart, I’ve only just started.” He adds in a second finger causing my hips to buck upwards.

“Hmm… fuck.” I moaned rolling my hips as he pumps his finger in and out of me. My eyes shut closed tightly while my mouth is formed in an ‘o’ shape as my hips were moving in rhythm with Joe’s fingers. He continues to finger me until I near my edge. “So close…” I murmured curling my toes and arching my back off the mattress slightly.

All of a sudden, Joe withdraws his fingers from my entrance. “You’re not coming t'il you admit I give you the best hand job.” He smirks, throwing his shirt across the room along with his joggers. I press my lips into a thin line frustratingly.

This boy, my god.

“Pissed? You should be.” Joe says before pressing his lips against my neck, scattering sensual kisses over the skin. My lips escape a gasp when I felt his teeth graze over my pulse point area.

When Joe’s fingers climb up my legs, I instinctively pressed my thighs together to add pressure on my aching region and to deny the welcome of Joe’s hand which would be teasing me if I gave him access. “C'mon love, open those legs for me.” He whispers huskily in my ear.

I shake my head No and kept quiet, still pressing my thighs together. Joe lets out a sigh “Don’t make me open them for you sweetheart.” His tone hinting a slight threat and my stomach twists at the pet names.

“You’re just going to tease me.” I breathed shakily, raising my hips inwardly feeling Joe’s slightly hard erection that’s straining through his boxers.

With a grunt, Joe forces my legs open making me gasp. “Well maybe you shouldn’t have said Harry Styles as your answer, huh?” I whimper in response, swallowing a lump in my throat.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have asked.” I retorted, on the verge of getting angry. “What got you to ask anyway?” Arching my back as I held onto the headboard behind me when Joe’s hands start to inch up closer to my heat.

“It just got me wondering.” He grazes his fingertips on my inner thighs with soft feather like strokes that my hips automatically buck upwards.

I groaned “Fuck you.” Joe chuckles darkly, running his finger up my entrance, collection some of my wetness before he puts it in his mouth. I moaned at the sight before me.

Joe smirks “Sweet, citrus… delicious.” He kissed me hard, making me whimper beneath him as he puts lots of passion into a simple kiss. A loud gasp escapes my parted lips as I suddenly felt two of Joe’s fingers thrust into me and Joe took this opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth to dance around with mine. “You’re dripping darling… so wet… who made you wet sweets?”

I pant out a breath answering, “You did, Joe.” A smug smirk appeared on his lips. His pace was slow but it was enough to have me on the verge of writhing. “F-fucking… shit… Joe.” My hands are now clutching the mattress beneath me. If he didn’t have to be dominant so much about this I would have my nails scratching his back already, begging him to just skip the whole foreplay.

But no, he wants to prove he’s the best.

Joe’s fingers seem to increase their pace, going a bit faster than before. My back arches as much as it can, my hardened nipples straining against the top I was wearing as I didn’t wear a bra. “Friendly reminder honey, hands to yourself. Or else, I’m gonna whip out the cuffs and have my way with you.”

His hot breath tickling the skin of my neck as I fought the urge to touch his body desperately. The dirty talk only making me feel more and more aroused. Just by his sensual treatment I was already so horny from the start. It was obvious he was going to tease me.

Joe’s free hand tilted my head to the side so he can press his tongue against the pulse point of my neck and start sucking on the skin. Bringing blood to surface, marking me as his. His only.

I gasped loudly, my jaw hanging open from the sudden thrust of his fingers inside of me. Stroking my inner walls as they go deeper to find the spot. My lover smirks, eyeing my like his feast. I think he’s rather enjoying watching me squirm and pant.

All of a sudden, I jerked from the strokes of his fingers against that spot. My hands immediately gripping at his forearms, not caring about the whole ‘hands to yourself’ rule. My head falls back onto the pillow, my nails digging into his skin.

“Someone’s been a naughty girl haven’t they?” Joe stops all movements of his fingers before pulling them out- making me cry out at the loss of contact- slipping them in his mouth. He takes both of my wrists pinning them above my head, looking darkly in my eyes. “Can’t keep my hands to myself.” Joe smirks with a taunting look on his face before he reaches in our bedside drawer to pull out the pair of handcuffs that Jack Maynard has given us as a Christmas gift joke but we ended up using it anyways.

The pink fur of the handcuffs were making me feel a bit more relived than anxious. “No matter how hard I’m trying to.” He continues singing Selena Gomez’s Hands To Myself but without singing in a girlish tone. He says it more like statements. I am loss for words as I watch my husband cuff my wrists to the headboard.

Once the cuffs has been locked, I am now left at Joe’s control. “I want you all to myself.” Joe whispers hotly in my ear, gripping my hips with his hands. He presses his lips against my own, causing a small muffled whimper from me underneath him. The metal of the cuffs burning into my skin with each twist of my wrist. “Cat got your tongue?”

My mouth couldn’t bear to speak once his fingers are slipping with ease inside of me. He hisses in awe at how easy his fingers are gliding over my wet heat. “You’ve gotten real wet love, real wet for me.”

From the neglected stimulation of my nerves, I release unexpectedly. “My, would you look at that? You came.” His face holds a mock of shock and there’s a glint in his eyes.

“I couldn’t help it.” I breathed, clenching and unclenching my fists.

Joe smirks again, “Couldn’t help it ey?” He slips his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste of myself his hand. “You taste so sweet my dear.” He lowers himself to press a kiss on my lips, before heading downwards.

My mouth hangs open in a wordless moan. “Remember that scene from 50 Shades? The one where Christian rolls up Anastasia’s shirt using it as a blind fold?” Joe murmurs against my collar bones.

“Yes…” I whispered, a shiver on my spine at the thought. When Joe and I watched 50 Shades of Grey, we both knew that we at least have to try a few of Ana and Christian’s sexcapades. Without the all the spankings and whips.

Before I knew it, Joe is rolling up my shirt, stopping exactly on the eyes just like that scene from the movie. “I’m gonna be nice and let you talk. What do you want me to do?” I can picture Joe’s lips pursing, waiting for me to answer him. Having my shirt covering my eyes  just makes my senses more heightened.

I sighed. I wasn’t the best at dirty talk. Joe does it better than me. “Clock’s ticking darling.” I gulped, trying to speak but no words come out of my mouth. “Do you want me to get some ice? Like in the movie?” Joe suggests with a whisper. His hands smoothly gliding over my curves at the sides of my body.

“Yes please.” I moaned arching my back. The bed shifts until I don’t feel Joe’s frame anymore. I hear the click of the door knob opening, before it’s creaking. Joe has left the room. I let out a breath, moving my knees upwards to my feet were flat on the bed. I was already getting impatient as I wanted Joe to come back already. “Fuck.” I sighed, feeling the shudders that are hitting my body in anticipation.

Joe was taking a bloody while, all he had to do anyway was to get some ice. Our kitchen is literally one floor down from us.

My knees soon gave up their feeling and fall back down in the bed. It wasn’t until then I gasped out surprisingly until I felt very cold liquid running down from my chest, downwards my stomach. I didn’t even hear Joe come in the room. “Feels good m'love?” I feel his smirk against my skin.

“Very much.” I whispered, my breath hitching at every time he presses his lips against my skin. Joe’s lips are gone which made me whine from the loss of contact. “Joe…” I groaned, prolonging the syllable of his name. His intentions clearly meant that he was gonna tease me, it took this far.

A few seconds t'ill then, I feel Joe’s hand splayed across my sides as he drags an ice cube across my collarbones before going down to the valley of my breasts. The ice draws patterns on my skin as he drags it, a small amount of water trailing from the melting ice against my body heat. “Oh gosh..”

“I love the sounds you make.” Joe says once the ice has completely melted. The movements of his lips as he was speaking was raising goosebumps against my skin. I feel his body shift upward for a moment, before going slightly back down. He presses another ice cube to my neck, I shiver at the coldness before he accelerates it to the other side of my neck, moving it in all directions.

I feel water dripping down my neck and fall onto the pillow beneath me. I hear him chewing on the last silver of the ice in his mouth. He wraps his lips around my right nipple, catching me off guard at the sudden action and the cold temperature of his mouth.

I let out ragged breaths, more likely pants as he bites into the hard bud. He then shifts his attention to the other nipple, giving the same treatment that he did with the first. “Please Joe… just get on with it…” I begged, bucking my hips so he is aware of my arousal.

“Don’t you like this?” I can picture Joe with a mocking pout, still smug as hell that he was still able to make me beg for him as always. He’s right, I don’t like it though, I love it. I love submitting myself to him as he was the best at dominance.

“I love it but… please… I’m so wet.” I whimpered lightly, my legs automatically opening up when Joe shifted downwards between my legs.

The wetness between my legs was unbearable, I swear I could feel myself dripping onto the bed sheets. “You’re so wet… wetter than before. Fuck.” Joe sighed, the tip of his finger running up and down my entrance, collecting up some of my slick juices. “I’m gonna taste ya love, gonna lick you up all nice and clean.” He pats my thigh softly, bringing my knees up then pressing kisses down my pelvis before his mouth connected on my heat.

My back arches at the sensation. His tongue swiping at my clit, his hands pinning my hips down to the mattress, making my hips unable to move. I let out a strangled sound, hands pulling at the cuffs. “Oh fuck, Joe.” It was pure pleasure. I whimper when he gave a harsh suckle on my mound, slipping his tongue in between my folds afterwards.

“You taste so delicious, pet.” He pulls away from my heat, my mouth letting out panting breaths in anticipation of what will happen next. “So sweet for me.” Joe’s lips are littering kisses over my tummy, suckling occasionally for small love bites.

“Please Joe!” I exclaimed, almost sobbing from the tease I’m receiving. At some point I hated that Joe was too good at being the dominant one. He was great at demanding, making me feel hot and bothered enough to submit to him. “Please! Touch me! Eat me!”

It was good that Joe cooperated, his mouth returns to the previous position where he was licking and suckling my clit. My hips start bucking furiously that he has to hold them down the mattress. Honestly, whenever Joe went down on me, it was one of the best feelings he ever made me feel.

“Oh!” My back arches, the cuffs burning into my wrists with every pull I give them.

Joe doesn’t stop, he won’t until he’s made me orgasm. His mouth pulls away for a moment, being replaced by two of his fingers. “Quiet now, love. Don’t wanna scare away Alan and Carrot cake do we?” I can picture Joe’s smirk.

His fingers work in and out, going deeper with each thrust. “What is it sweets? What do you want?” I feel Joe’s body above mine again, his lips pressing against my breasts.

“Your mouth!” I breathed, my chest heaving with pants.

Joe’s lips wrap around one of my nipples, giving a suck before gently bitting on the hardened nub. “Where do you want my mouth love bug?”

“You know where!” I cried, begging for him. That’s exactly what Joe wants, me begging for him.

“But I want you to say it.” He cups my breast, kneading it softly. Even at a dominant state, he manages to stay gentle and sweet. “C'mon sweets, you can say it can’t you?”

I open my mouth, but no words come out. Instead, a moan escapes followed by a sharp gasp and a jolt of my body when his fingers hit the spot. “Fucking hell…” I sighed, my head thrown back deeply onto the pillow.

“Let’s see… do you want my mouth here?” He kisses me, tongue slipping against my bottom lip.

I shake my head, “No.”

“How about here?” Joe returns his lips to my breasts, scattering little kisses that barely touch my skin. I shake my head again, not bothering to answer. Joe’s kisses start to trail down until he reaches my stomach. “How about I go lower? Maybe it’s that cute peach between your legs, yeah,”

Joe’s lips finally reaches their destination, my toes curling at the sensation. His mouth and fingers, working together. My tummy sputters, signaling that I’m close to release.

Joe doesn’t say a word. Instead, he continues to bring all his attention on the area between my legs. The tip of his nose, slightly bumping my mound.

“Fuck, Joe!” I exclaimed, my muscles contracting. Then I cum.

Joe’s tongue licks and sucks the remaining juices I released. Moaning at the heavy taste of myself on his tongue. “You alright my love?” Joe unlocks the handcuffs, kissing the slightly bruised area before helping me get rid of my shirt that was used as a blind fold.

I blink a few times, before my sight finally adjusts. “Yeah… I’m okay.” I was out of breath, he made me orgasm just by his mouth and fingers.

Joe kisses me sweetly, “Did I kill you?”

I shake my head, a lazy grin taking over my face. “No, it was amazing Joe.” I cup his face with my hands, thumbs stroking over the flesh of his cheek. “For a proven handjob, that was next level.”

Joe chuckles, sitting up to remove his shirt. “Let’s take a shower, yeah?”

How You Make Me Feel - AlfieXReader

Oh my god I can’t believe I’m finally back with something new guys. :D And again and again I am so, so sorry for letting you wait so long but my life has gotton so stressful that it was and still sometimes is very hard to find the time for all the writings I wanna do. I hope you can understand that and from now on I’ll try to post some One Shots or maybe even a few longer stories again more often. :))) I also would like to thank you all for staying on my blog and supporting me and asking me stuff or whatever you guys left me in my message box even though I as so unactive! <3<3<3 You are the best followers ever and I’m so glad to have you! <3 I hope you’ll like the little topic changes on my blog (which I will also update now as well ofc) and that you like my new stories as much as my old ones. :* This is by the way my first Peaky Blinders One Shot since I started watching the series and I really hope I did well. :) Now have fun reading this and leave me feedback if you like. More stories will follow from now on again, love you all guys. <3  

 

Imagine you as Tommy’s right hand fell in love with Alfie and try to bake something for him even though you can’t cook or bake and you end up with Ada teaching you how to do it right.

Frowning you stood in the kitchen of Ada’s house trying to get wiser from the baking instruction you held in your hands.

Now you really regretted rather spending time with the Shelby boys on shootings and other criminal activities instead of learning how to cook or bake something right.

For a young woman at the age of twenty it was a bit embarrassing that you actually knew more about guns and stuff than about working in the kitchen.

People who didn’t know you would think you were the perfect little kitchen princess, since you never looked like as if you could shoot five men alone, but that was also why you were actually Tommy’s right hand, people didn’t expect you to be dangerous.

Keep reading

• will you?

@akemihughesh requested: imagine grant gustin X reader, grant propose her and in the end is super fluffy and smut, please love your imagines

A/N: Congrats to my little chicken nugget grant, I hope he’s happy because he deserves it since he’s one of my favorite peanuts other than chris colfer. I don’t write smut though I’m afraid, it gets kind of weird for me to write it even if it was for one my otps so you just get fluff. I hope you still like it, it might be a bit cheesy, corny, or whatever you wanna call it. I hope someday, I get married but I don’t have the best of luck with love. And I’m happy to hear that you love my imagines! Y/I/N is your Instagram name by the way! Ships are closed for the time being and as always requests are open unless stated otherwise by me!

 

Originally posted by sensualkisses

                              » Relationship(s): Grant Gustin/Reader «


You were enjoying your time with Grant after he finished filming a scene for his new movie, The Last Full Measure as you petted Nora, one of his dogs as she plopped herself onto your lap while waiting for Grant to come back from filming. You didn’t want to go see due to the war scenes, kind of always made you tear up. You loved watching the Flash while you and Grant were apart. Sometimes the Flash’s director would let you watch like when you came to surprise him during the Music Meister episode with your mutual friend, Darren Criss. You jump a little when Jett, the other one besides Nora began barking a little and running as fast as his little legs could go. Nora just whined a little and shifted into your lap again as your handsome boyfriend came up with Jett now in his arms, wagging his tail.

“Hey Y/N, looks like I’m finished filming so now we can spend some time together. .well, and these two dorks too of course after lunch.” The brown haired male pointed at the two white pups as you came over to give you a kiss on the temple. “You certainly could use lunch since I made you wait for so long.” He added as you peered him over your sunglasses from sitting outside, your E/C showing as he just gave you a grin.

“You’re hopeless Grant, just hopeless. But you’re paying for my food mister since you promised to be back here like an hour and a half ago.” You say, you would’ve gotten lunch but you wanted to spend time with him since you both had been busy because of your schedules conflicting. Grant gave you a quick sorry before giving you an actual kiss before Jett decided to join as you scrunched your nose with a laugh as your boyfriend made an ‘eww’ sound before setting him inside as Nora joined her brother. You grabbed your things before leaving with Grant off the set.

You always enjoyed when you two spent time together from just watching movies and eating ice cream to going on the carpet to give your support and help promote each other’s projects on film or TV. You were a very admired voice actress whom worked with many celebrated voice actors such as Tara Strong to Greg Cripes and much more. You also were a voice for a character on Vixen so you helped Grant and Stephen get into the voice acting part of it which was a lot of fun. Grant felt lucky to have you in his life despite that you both have seen each other’s worst moments from fighting which ended up in a bad screaming match before you stormed off. Candice and Tom helped you both out to fix it even when it meant you two took a break before apologizing so much to each other.

But you have seen each other’s best times from Grant winning the Teen Choice’s award last year and you getting a few of your own. That’s what made him think that you could be the one, you’ve both saw each at your lowest points to your highest. As Grant pulled you toward him after you were looking at dress in a window shop while you turned to see your boyfriend on one knee before clapping your mouth shut.

“Y/N, I know this might not be the ideal way to propose to you but I need to get off my chest. I remember when I first met you at Comic Con in your voice acting panel in 2014, didn’t think much of it until Carlos noticed me staring at you. I remember when we had that really bad moment in our relationship that was all over the place, man that was a mess. But here we are, still together after all of that. From supporting each other on stage to now. I can’t make any promises because I don’t want to break any since I know how you hate broken promises. But I want to come running home to you. Y/N L/N, will you marry me for the dork that I am? You know like be my Lois Lane to Superman?” He asks as he pulled out a simple ring that had your favorite stone instead of diamonds since you said you never wanted a diamond ring if you got proposed to.

You fan your face a little and noticed some people staring at you for your answer, nodding your head as you smiled. “Oh Grant, my Superman. Of course I will be your Lois as you long as you don’t wear that spandex to bed with you.” You say with a slight laugh as you leaned down to give him a kiss while he put the ring on your finger. Later that night Grant took a picture with you and your ring showing before posting on Instagram with a very simple caption on it.

‘ Found my Lois Lane to my Superman even though I can’t wear spandex to bed she says. @Y/I/N. ’  


I JUST SAW SPIDER MAN: HOMECOMING IT WAS INCREDIBLE!!
Tom Holland is the best Peter Parker, the best Spider Man out there hands down!!! (My heart broke and I had tears in my eyes at some parts of the movie, because of his acting like oh my god!! I love him???)
And man, I wish we could’ve seen more Tony because I FUCKING LOVE TONY CINEMATIC UNIVERSE AND I WISH THERE WAS MORE TONY LIKE YOU ANTIS DRAMATIZED WITH YOUR SHIT TALKS BUT WHATEVER HE WAS STILL AMAZING

I’m in trouble again. I hate this so much.

Things were going fairly well. But it seems we’re in trouble again. 

I had a job in general labor and production, but health issues reared their ugly head again and I couldn’t function. Though I was able to find another job, I’m not getting my first check in time to take care of anything I need to, especially rent.

I’m hating life. My sweetie is losing hope…and any faith in me. Which is sending my depression spiraling out of control, because so much is riding on my shoulders, including being able to take care of him (he’s disabled and still fighting for disability benefits). 

So…I think I’m going to offer commissions. I feel like a wretch asking for money, so I want to give something in exchange. Whatever can be given, I will write something for you. 

The struggle is hurting, and I’m tired. I just…I’m willing to do what it takes to help my family. 

I have a PayPal: ellesun750@gmail.com

So please, if you help, consider what you’d like me to write about. I can’t promise that anything outside of my current muse will be the best representation, but I will do my very best.

Thanks for reading, and I’m sorry.

Exo Reaction~ Girlfriend fangirls over BTS

Anonymous said:Can you do a exo reaction to their s/o going crazy when bts won their bbma award? (I’m so proud of them! 😊) Thank you~

relatable bc i love bts with my entire heart!!~


Baekhyun:

“I’m still right here,you know, jagi, and I’m as cute as ever.”

But I also feel like he’d freak out with you, just because he likes being loud.

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Chanyeol:

“Aww they’re very talented, and you’re being so cute, jagi…Do you still think I’m cuter than RapMon?”

Originally posted by kaisanity

Chen:

“Okay, if you keep it up, I’m telling them you’re fangirling over their talent.”

jealous lowkey

Originally posted by dayafterdae

D.O.:

“Aww jagi you’re so cute…You still think I’m talented right?”

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Kai:

“I know, they’re talented, aren’t they? But look how hot I am.”

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Lay:

“(Y/N) you’ve been fangirling over them forever…can you pay attention to me?”

Originally posted by yixingifs

Sehun:

“Whatever, so what they’re talented. I am too. Look at my group’s awards. . you still like me better than the bangtan boys right?”

Originally posted by r-velvets

Suho:

“Okay you were being cute at first, and I love you jagi, but you’ve been fangirling forever. I’m telling the BTS boys you love them.”

Originally posted by iyeolie

Xiumin:

“They’re very talented, jagi, you’re so cute fangirling over BTS. But you still like me  best, don’t you?”

Originally posted by exo-umin

Requests for reactions are closed, oneshots only please~

Everything Fades - Chapter IV

A Jungkook story inspired by Kimi no Na wa

Summary: Once in a while when I wake up, I find myself crying. The dream I must’ve had, I can never quite remember. Yet, the sensation that I’ve lost something important always lingers for a long time…

Her: Just a normal day in my boring, calm li- HOLY SHIT I’M IN JEON JUNGKOOK’S BODY.

Him: Alright, let’s go to prac- WAIT WHY DO I HAVE BOOBS?

Originally posted by jeonies

Chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |


Chapter IV – Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures

I let out a long sigh.

Here we go again,” I think as I sit up. “Right. Okay. I’ll just stay calm, this time. No use in freaking out.

I rub my eyes and yawn. “Yeah,” I mumble, nodding slowly. “I can do this.”

I begin to pull myself out of bed, and I notice that I’m shirtless.

“Holy-” I begin, shutting my eyes tight.

Jeon, that little piece of-”

My train of thought is disturbed when I lose my balance and fall to the floor.

Fuck my life,” I think, grunting in pain.

I take a few deep breaths, then rise, and I glance at the closed door.

I hope no one heard me…

The house is silent.

That’s a good sign… Probably.

I think I have control over the situation (…), but I remember the exposed skin problem… 

All abs and muscles.

“Why would he do this to me?” I whisper, desperation painted all over my face as I tilt my chin upward, just in case, to prevent nose bleeding and/or fainting.

Looking around, I spot a black t-shirt thrown under the desk, and it’s like the Heavens finally took pity of me. I rapidly put it on, and the absence of sin in my field of vision allows me to think much better.

I have to communicate with him.”

I search the drawers of the desk to find something to write. “Got it,” I think, as I put my hands on a pencil and a block of post-its.

Ehh, how do I start this? Do I introduce myself? Does he already kinda know who I am, at this point? He must’ve possessed me at least twice, now.

Chewing on my lips, I ponder about what to tell him for a few minutes.

Ah, fuck off. It doesn’t matter, he’s just-

A pause.

“…he’s Jeon Jungkook.”

I slam my head against the desk, making sob-like noises.

How am I supposed to do this I’m in Jeon Jungkook’s fucking body and BTS acts like they know me but they don’t and right now I’m possessing one of their best friends and I don’t even know how to dance and how the fuck do I understand Korean I just- I can’t right now and…”

My internal monologue goes on for at least a good five minutes, before I begin trying to recollect the little common sense I still have.

Okay, yeah, whatever. I’ll just… give him a list of things to do and not do when he’s me. That seems like a good starter.”

When I put the pencil lead against the paper, I begin to draw weird shapes.

“…Korean. I’m writing in Korean.”

I freak out for another two or three minutes. Nothing new.

Right,” I think, after I’ve bashed my head against the desk a few more times. “So, it seems that I can’t access his memories, but I get his linguistic knowledge. His body also appears to be able to perform basic tasks as if I were him, like writing…” I frown. “Does that make sense?” A pause. “Meh, this whole thing is a mess anyways.”

I turn back to writing, stopping every few words because I’m mesmerized by what my (His? Our?) hand can do. Completely focussing on my task, I’ve written a total of two and a half post-its when the bedroom’s door barges open. I jump, and Kim Seokjin makes his entrance.  

“You’ve got ten minutes to get ready, the car is leaving,” he says, and I’m just sitting there, eyes wide.

I remember the incriminating evidence of my not-actually-being-jeon-jungkook situation, in the form of glorious post-its, so I make the brilliant decision to (not subtlety) hide it behind my back. Jin notices that, and gives me a curious look.

“What are you doing?”

“I- Uh- Just some… writing.”

He stares.

“What are you writing?” he inquires.

“Oh, hum… You know… Just… Stuff.”

He begins to frown.

Why am I like this?” I think.

Jin takes a few paces towards me, and the closer he gets, the smaller I try to become.

“Jungkook-ah, you’re acting suspicious,” he says. “What are you hiding from me?”

I crush the post-its in my hand, shaking my head with ardor.

“It’s nothing! Nothing at all!” I insist.

He gives me an unconvinced glare. “Why are you lying?” he asks, taking another step towards me. “You’re making me curious.”

As he towers over me, putting his arms around my shoulders in an attempt to reach my hands, our skin makes contact, and my thoughts could be summarized like this: “asdfghjklasdfghjkl”.

I’m both incredibly hyped and alarmed, but when I feel his fingers brushing against my wrists, I go back into my basic state: pure panic. I don’t know how I could explain what’s written on those post-its, and I’m already imagining myself being burned at the stakes for being a wicked demon or something. Meanwhile, Kim Seokjin is literally sitting on my lap, his chin against my right shoulder as he tries to force my fingers open.

I gotta do something,” I repeat over and over in my head.

I’m not sure of what’s happening, but in the next two seconds, my hand has flown to my left, reached my face, and I’m suddenly chewing on paper. Confused, Jin backs off and stares at me.

“Did you just…” he says quietly.

Mouth full, I just continue chewing, eyes on a point behind him.

He stands up, looking torn between laughing and screaming “WHAT THE FUCK”, and I just stay there, chewing like the shook bunny that I am.  

“Well then,” Jin begins slowly. “You really didn’t want me to see that, did you?”

I just shake me head in little motions.

He seems like he’s about to say something, but changes his mind and just shrugs.

“We’ll talk about it in the car,” he says. “Just get changed or take whatever you need. We have to leave soon.”

I don’t move.

“Jungkookie… Do you understand what I said?”

His eyes find mine for a second, and I immediately look away, nodding.

“I have to get my phone charger. You get ready,” he adds slowly, sounding both worried and perplex, but after a last glance at me, he turns away and heads to his room.


> Next chapter 🌸

Wander Over Yonder trending

I was going to write a very long post but turned this idea down later. I’m kinda late but whatever. This month’s theme is love/shipping/OTPS/BroTPS ect. so I’d like to talk about my favorite WOY couple (and cartoon couple in general) - King Draykor and Princess Demurra. Honestly, the episode where they appeared first (”The Hero”) is still one of the best Wander Over Yonder episodes to me. It had a great messages like how life isn’t a fairytale, woman can save herself and doesn’t need an outside help all the time, don’t judge the book by its’ cover and a lot more. What captured my mind, however, is the way Demurra&Drake relationships were portrayed. They didn’t talk much onscreen, but it was still enough to love them. This pair is an excellent example for both kids and adults at how relationship really work. If season 3 is coming (I’m sure it is, nobody can prove me the opposite) I’d like to see Draykor and Demurra more often and also their children, who we had no chance to know about. In the end, I’d like to sumbit my drawing with the said characters.

(My scaner ‘eats’ the colors, sadly, this is the best I can do with pic).

Please, don’t forget to check the petition link. Your help is very appreciated!

https://www.change.org/p/walt-disney-encourage-disney-to-make-wander-over-yonder-season-3

milehighjen  asked:

Hey Colubrina! Im a HUGE fan of your work (You are my favorite Tomione writer to read hands down but also your other works?! Like how can someone be so talented!!!) I'd love to see a 'super jealous tomione set in hogwarts' if you're feeling it today:) If not I will still read whatever you write about, its pure gold<3

You are so sweet.  I will do my best…

Tom watched the head of curls weave through the Dining Hall and tightened his shoulders as she stopped to talk first to some Ravenclaw.  The boy had a spot on his cheek, and a trio of larger ones on his forehead, and the squint you saw in fools to vain to wear their glasses.  What did he have to be vain about.  He was hardly attractive and the way he narrowed his beady eyes to peer at her made him look like a mangy rat. 

When the Ravenclaw laughed at something Hermione said, Tom curled his hands into fists until the nails dug into his skin.    How dare he?

She stopped again to talk to a Gryffindor, and then another Ravenclaw, and by the time she disappeared through the wide doors, Tom’s tension had become so obvious Abraxas, not normally the most perceptive of his flunkies, asked if something were amiss.

“No,” Tom said shortly.  She was supposed to meet him in ten minutes in the fifth classroom on the fourth floor and he would have things to say to her.  Oh, yes, he would.  They had an agreement.  They had an arrangement, and the arrangement and agreement did not include her flirting with every worthless sot that crossed her path.  

She’d fallen through time into his life because he was the important one, not the spotty Ravenclaw.  He was going to remake history. He was going to make her a queen.

He managed not to stomp his way to the fourth floor, and managed not to slam the door open, but he didn’t control his expression once he closed it behind him.  It was a look of furious displeasure that only a trusted few saw, and those few were wise enough to be afraid of it.

“How dare you,” she said.  She was pointing a wand at him and he reached for his only to realize she’d already jerked it into her own free hand.  “We have an agreement and I saw you making eyes at that girl, the one with the brown hair who’s always sniffling.”

“I was not - “  Tom began, but a cascade of birds had already erupted from her wand and were aiming their tiny beaks at his skin.

They hurt.

It took ten whole minutes to undo her spell without his wand, and by the time he’d vanished the last bird he was covered in blood and laughing with the delight of the whole thing. She watched him without a word but, when the last bird disappeared, he could see her mouth twitch up into the tiniest of smiles.

“You’re wonderful,” he said as she handed him his wand back.  “Bitch.”

“Love you too,” she said.  

He was still laughing when he pulled her into a kiss.  He would make her a queen, or maybe – just maybe – she’d make him into a king.  Either way, a future he wouldn’t squint at.

Saturdays with Jack (Jack Lowden x reader)

(not my photo!)

Saturdays with Jack can be described as “relaxed days out.” It’s going out on a walk, maybe shopping and indulging yourselves in the greasy street foods, even though you guys had burgers, fries and shakes the previous night.

“Can we just walk down the avenue? Pleaseeee?” you asked in an effort to get him out of the house. 

Some Saturdays were just as lazy as Sundays. That’s what Jack’s goal for this Saturday was. But he couldn’t say no when your eyes resemble Bambi’s and you blew raspberries into his neck.

“Alright, alright! Get off me, woman. Let’s go take a walk,” he chided, pinching your side to get you to stop. You giggled as he bumped your hip on his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth. 

Both of you dressed, deciding to take the fifteen minute walk to the avenue instead of the five minute drive. You walked arm in arm and Jack was there to catch you as you tripped over the uneven pavement. He had sniggered and earned a smack on the arm for doing so. He immediately cooed at you and brought you into his chest despite your playful protests of “Stop it, I don’t like you!”
“Sure yeh don’t darlin’, yeh love me,” he said, pressing kisses onto your hairline.  

The avenue was buzzing with people going in and out of stores, picking up various pastries and drinks to satisfy whatever cravings they had. There were dozens of people walking their dogs, and you made a point to say ‘hello’ to each one you passed. 

You decided to just make your way to the end of the street and back, popping into whatever stores you wanted along the way. 

When you were circling back, a large box of puppies, accompanied with a mom and her son caught your attention. Before Jack could process it, you had detached yourself from him and practically sprinted to the back. Inside were three German shepherd puppies. Two were napping, one was wide awake, jumping and yipping at you.

“Mummy says we can’t keep them all,” the little boy says, “so we’re trying to find a good home for them.”
“Oh, they’re darling,” you sigh, reaching down to scratch behind the excited puppy’s ears, “You’re a proper cutie, aren’t you?”
“Love, we just came here to take a walk,” Jack said, having caught up to you.
“Right,” you said somewhat sadly. 

Jack took your hand and you both said goodbye to the mom and little boy, walking the rest of the way down the avenue and back home.


“You still thinking about that puppy, lass?” he asks as you step through the front door.
“What? No, don’t be silly,” you said dismissively.”
“Love,” he chuckled.
“It was so cute!!! And it looked so excited to see me and I was so excited to see it!” 
“But it’s a puppy, my love. A living thing.”
“So? Haven’t we talked about it though? One day getting a puppy, one to keep me company when you’re off filming, and keep you company when you’re off and I’m at work? So that you’re not just counting the hairs on your head to pass the time?”
“I don’t do that!”
“You know what I mean,” you giggled.
Jack chuckled and shook his head and you stepped closer to him to kiss his cheek, “I’m gonna take a nap. Wake me up for dinner.”
He laughed, “Will do my love.”


Jack mulled it over for a bit after you went upstairs, researching German shepherds. They were fairly easy to train, loyal dogs and good company. Plus, you were right; it’d be nice for you both to have company whenever either one of you were alone in the house. 

He leaned his head back and groaned before getting up off the couch and picking up his keys. “The things I do for that woman.”


You woke up to a dimmer house. The sun was setting and it was quiet.

“Jack?” you called, rubbing your eyes. No answer. You checked your phone, no text. You put on one of Jack’s shirts and some pajama shorts before trotting down the stairs. You looked on the door for a note, there was nothing. You decided to text him.

Where are you??

When he didn’t reply, you assumed he was getting takeout and decided to watch some TV as you waited. About a half hour later, Jack did return with some take out curry for the both of you…and the puppy from this afternoon.

“Are you serious?” you said immediately, jumping up from the couch and taking the excited pup from his arms.
“We’ve been talking about it, haven’t we?” he shrugged, “Plus it’d be good practice; puppy first, then a baby, yeah?”

You looked at him and your face hurt so much from smiling. 

“S’a boy,” Jack said as he put the takeout bag down on the counter, “Wanted to let you name him.”
“Hamilton,” you said immediately. Jack rolled his eyes, “Hey! It’s a Scottish last name and I love Hamilton! That’s a win-win if I ever saw one.”
“Can’t complain, lass. He does act a li’l like him. Doesn’t stop talking, this one,” he said, bopping the puppy on the nose. “Come help me unload the car. Went and spoiled the beast before I got our take out.”
“Have you taken him to the vet?” you asked, setting him down and following Jack to the car.
“Yeah,” he nodded, “Got his flea vaccines and everything.”

After unloading everything, you decided to put Hamilton’s bed in the corner of your bedroom and his food bowls next to the dining table. You spent the rest of the night playing with your new puppy, rolling around the living room with him as you played tug of war. You carried him up the stairs and settled him into his bed before climbing into your own next to Jack.

“I love you,” you said.
“Because I got you a puppy, right?”
“Partially,” you giggled, “I love you because I love you.”
“I love you too, darling.”

The three of you fell asleep, ready to start a new week in the morning.


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Yayyyy! I know this is a day late and it’s probably not my best but I had the idea and I wanted to write it!!! 

I’m so happy you guys liked this series; I have some other stuff planned and I’m hoping to write some spinoff oneshots to continue (Cuz I mean, Jack still has that ring 👀)

As always, let me know what you think, if you have any ideas for spinoff days and whatever else!!! Love you guys :D