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The Mpreg Fic- Pastel/Punk

Description: Prompt by @multiphandomtrashcan

Genre: Smut then Fluff

Warnings: Mpreg, Daddy kink, Smut

Word Count: 1239

A/N: Oh dear. This is going to be the smuttiest thing I’ve written in a while. Enjoy, I guess. Also, the prompt asked for Little!Dan but I believe I’ll leave that part out because I’m not quite sure how to write that sort of thing in a mature and safe manner. :) 

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Rebels

Originally posted by j-cypher


Pairing: Taehyung x reader
Genre: Fluff, Rebel!AU
Word Count: 5.1k

“When you look back at this moment, what are you going to remember? The time you sat alone at the bar while your friends partied, or when you were taken on an adventure?”

You were dragged into an club by your friends in hope to increase your social life. Instead you find yourself sitting at the bar drinking alone. But everything changes when a handsome stranger pulls you into rebellion for a night. 

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I’ll be home soon- Klance Week Day 4

So I got inspired by @sevenfivetwo voltron k drama au. Now in no way is the things I have in this fic cannon in their AU, I just got inspired by it. Please enjoy.
Welcome Home

“Actually, I just miss you.” Keith smiled as he looked out the window of his hotel at the lit city beneath him. “It’s weird how it came to this didn’t it?”

“Yeah, I mean, 4 months ago I was being paid to kiss you and trying not to fall for you but I did, like we’re in some K-Drama.” Lance replied. “But you really miss me?”

“mmhm.” It was strange how he and Lance got to this point. His family wanted him to marry, but relationships were not something Keith did, so he hired Lance to help him. He paid him to go out with him, paying extra if he got hurt. It wasn’t serious at first but they got to know each other more and more and actual feelings started to develop. It took a while for them to actually admit it to each other but it happened. They were actually celebrating a real 100 days of dating before they knew it.

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ONE MORE CHANCE

(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count : 4 998
summary : Reader has feelings for Kai and tells him but he rejects her which leads her to become a vampire and turn off her humanity just as Kai comes back a new person after the merge.
* gif by shelleyhenign

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“You don’t get it , do you?” said Kai with a little hint of amusement in his voice.”I dont feel emotions , I don’t care or feel anything. Emotions are nothing but a distraction plus I don’t even like you and even if those things werent true - you and me still would never happen. You are just not good enough for me. Why would I chose a human ?”

Kai’s words kept echoing in her mind. Having the person you have feelings for turn you down was not something unheard in human history , but doing it the way Kai had done it – her feelings had gotten hurt so badly she wanted it all gone. All the love she felt for him , all the pain - absolutely everything. Her friends didnt know about her feelings for Kai or about what had happened and Y/N didnt plan on letting them know either meaning compelling it away wasn’t an option. So that left her with option number 3 because clearly moving on wasnt going so well either. Becoming a vampire hadn’t been on her bucket list , but it was her only option and she could already hear the lectures from Elena and Caroline. They’d say how lucky she is to be still a human and be able to have a future , kids and a family. But those things just didnt matter to her if she couldnt have them with the person she loved. Kai wasn’t going to change - he will always be the same , so there was no point in waiting for the impossible either. He will always say whatever pops into his head , not caring what his words or actions do to the people around him simply because he had no emotions. Why should she remain a human ?


It had been a few days since Christmas and the siphoner had been safely tucked in into Alaric’s apartment on Whitmore campus until Jo was ready to do the merge. All her friends were taking shifts guarding him just in case and that day it was her turn. Y/N sat on the couch , glancing at him every few minutes refusing to go anywhere near him. There was a part of her that was 100% sure she’d pull out that tube from his arm and let him go. What she felt for him was so strong that even after he hurt her , she’d still free him and cross her friends. What the hell was wrong with her ?!
   "Hey Y/N. How is our comatose patient?” asked Damon handing her a cup with coffee. “He hasn’t caused any trouble , has he ?”
   "Comatose and no.” she said blankly, taking a sip from her coffee. What kind of a trouble can he cause if he is being unconscious ?
   "Whats wrong ?”
   "Nothing. What makes you think something is wrong ?” she wondered , trying to sound as normal as possible. Damon knew her too well not to pick up on her tells not to mention the way he was studying her face made her feel a little nervous.
   "Because I know you and short answers are not what you do.” said her best friend , lightly rubbing her shoulders. “Usually you dont shut up. Sometimes you are even more annoying than him.”
Y/N sighed. “I was just thinking how all my friends are supernaturals and wont age while I will turn into a wrinkled sag in a few short years. Its depressing. And of course there is that time at the corn maze when my human friends were all dying and I couldn’t do anything to help.”
   "You know if you want me to , I’ll turn you. Even though after that Elena and Caroline will bite my head off.“ said Damon sitting on the couch next to her.
Y/N started laughing. “They would wouldn’t they?”
   "Yeah. Look Y/N ,  there was a reason we tried to find the cure for Elena.“ he said calmly. “Being a vampire is not all that is cracked out to be and if you make that choice there is no going back.”
   "I’ve already made the choice Damon. I want this.“ she said serious. “You , Stefan , Elena , Caroline — you guys are not just my friends , you are my family. I love you all more than I can put into words and I cant imagine ever being without any of you. I want us to be together forever.”
Damon tucked up his sleeve and bit his wrist. “Well , if you are absolutely sure.”
   "I am.“ she replied taking his wrist , feeling his blood trickle down her throat for a few moments until she let go. He wiped away some of it from her chin with his thumb , still having doubts about what he had to do next. Y/N was his best friend , one of the few who can put up with him and were always willing to defend him even when he makes huge mistakes. What if turning her into one of them was one of those ?
   "Promise me , you will explain to Elena thats what you wanted and I didn’t push you into anything?”
   "You got it.“ she smiled. “Um … could you do it painlessly ?”
   "Of course , but I have to ask again - are you sure , really really sure ?“
Y/N nodded and a few seconds later Damon broke her neck , letting her lay down on the couch. He went to the kitchen to get a blood bag from the fridge to be ready for her when she wakes up , but somehow he couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong and she hadn’t been completely honest about her reasons. When he came back Tyler was in the room , pulling out the tube with the sedative from Kai’s arm. Not too long after , Tyler was the one laying on the ground unsconcious and the young siphoner regained consciousness. On their way out of the house he stopped pointing at Y/N and glancing at the blood bag on the coffee table.
   "What is she doing here ?” he asked curious. “Is she sleeping ? Awwh look how cute she is now that she is not talking. I might even like her now.”
Kai took a step towards her but Damon pulled him away before the siphoner had figured out Y/N wasn’t breathing and had put two and two together.
   "Y/N? She was keeping an eye on you and you bored her to death.“ said Damon dragging Kai out the door. “Come on creeper. You want to do the merge , you have a deal to uphold."Not too long after that Y/N woke up , finding a blood bag on the coffee table waiting for her. The girl grabbed it without hesitation and completed the transition noticing Kai wasn’t where he was supposed to be and that this wasn’t the only thing that was off in that moment.
    "Tyler?” she said getting up and running towards him, checking for pulse. “Oh my God wh-what happened ?!”
Her eyes followed the tube in his neck and she pulled it out sitting on the ground next to her lifelong friend. What had happened after Damon had snapped her neck ? Damon. Y/N’s eyes widened and she reached for her phone in her pocket dialling her friend when Tyler groaned and started to wake up.
    “Hey , are you okay ? What happened ?”
    “I’m going to kill him.”
    “Him ? Who ? Kai ?”
    “No. Damon.”
Y/N looked at him with confusion in her eyes. “Damon ? Wha-”
    “I have to go. I’m sorry Y/N , thank you for pulling that tube out but I have to go now or Liv –”
    “Y-yeah of course.”
Y/N sat on the floor running her fingers through her hair , watching Tyler run out of the apartment when her phone buzzed - DAMON.
    “What the hell did you do ?” she said answering the phone.
    “Saved Liz’s life.” he said as if it was obvious. “I take it you completed the transition?”
    “Yes ? Why ?” she wondered.
    “Because we have a psychotic siphoner out on the loose. Kai gave me the slip.” he sighed. “Come over at the hospital. I’ll explain everything.”

THE NEXT DAY

After the merge with Luke , Kai had found himself in a situation he had never thought he’d be in. During the merge with his brother he had absorbed not only his ability to do magic but quite a few other things including his empathy. He had spent the entire night after the merge trying to figure out how to process all the emotional pain he felt. Every bad thing he had ever done came back into his mind and her regretted , if not all , at least most of them. Kai had no idea what was happening to him or why there was water pooling in his eyes while he kept writing it all down , including a letter to his twin Jo because for some reason he couldn’t find her. Afterwards he went to Damon to ask for help to deliver the letter to his sister.
Kai talked for a while with Damon and Elena and then someone else he had been wanting to see showed up , as if he had wished for it to happen - Y/N , the only person who had shown him some kindness among the Mystic Falls gang. About a week ago she had told him she has feelings for him and he had said some really hurtful things to her and he wanted to make it right.
Y/N stopped right at the door when she saw he was there. Kai couldn’t help but smile a little seeing her there though there was something different about her and he couldn’t understand what it was. Her hair had a blue strand mixed with her curls and her outfit nearly knocked him over. Last time they had met Y/N had looked hot , now she looked beyond hot wearing a slightly baggy ripped jeans with sneakers and a plain top.
   "Oh hey Y/N. I’m so glad you are here.“ he said getting up from the table. "I wanted to talk to you.”
   "Yeah. No , sorry. I have exams to study for.“ she said with a blank expression. "Can I go grab some of — you know ? Downstairs ?”
   "Why ? Did you get tired of – ?“
   "Y/N, please , I have to tell you something. I am s-” he blinked and she was gone. Kai turned around towards Damon and Elena with a look of confusion on his eyes. “Where did she go ? What – What did you do to her ?”
   "Haven’t done a thing. Y/N just doesn’t like you. None of us do. Haven’t you taken the hint already?“ said Damon.
No. That wasn’t it. Y/N might not have told her friends about the feelings she has for him , but Kai knew this girl couldn’t hate him. It just wasn’t who she was - he had gotten a good sense of her. Y/N was too good for her own good , too kind and too forgiving. Something was wrong.
   "The blood bag. You turned her.” thought Kai out loud. Why did he feel like his entire world has crashed and burned right this moment? “Why would you do that to her ? Was she hurt or something ?”
    “Because she asked me to.” said Damon. “Though that backfired. I should’ve seen it coming -”
    “Backfired ? What do you mean by that ?” interrupted Kai. “Damon. Tell me now or I am not going to help you.”
Damon took a sip from his bourbon. “Y/N turned off her humanity and turned into one of the biggest problems I’ve ever had.” said the vampire. “One thing I can’t figure out is why she’d do this right after she turned.”
Kai gulped. He knew exactly why - because of him. Another rush of guilt pulled him under at the realisation. There had to be a way for him to fix this and he was going to fix it , no questions about it , but first —
    “Where is the Ascendant ?”

A FEW DAYS LATER


Y/N was at the rave at Whitmore, having fun with Caroline who had just turned off her humanity too because of her mother’s death. Both of them had fun dancing and feeding , though Caroline had invoked a rule - no victims so they don’t attract attention. Y/N didn’t care much about that , or about anything really. Only thing she seemed to care about blood.
    “That guy keeps checking you out.” said Caroline pointing at one of the guys , not too far away from them. “He hadn’t taken his eyes off you the entire night.”
    “Maybe he is looking at you.”
    “No , no. It’s definitely you.”
    “Well then , I better go meet him.”
Y/N turned towards her friend with a smile and purple / black veins flashing under her eyes. Slowly she made her way through the crowd until she got to the guy. Her hands automatically hooked around his neck and they started dancing to the beat , almost in perfect sync and then out of the blue he kissed her. It felt weird not feeling a thing while making out with a hot guy like him, well almost nothing until Y/N’s vampirism kicked in feeling his blood pulsating in his veins.
    “You are not going to make a sound.” she compelled him , sinking her fangs into his neck the next moment. Not too long it felt as if every blood vessel in her head was exploding and she backed away from the guy , having her neck snapped a split second later.A couple of days later  Kai convinced Damon to bring him over to Bonnie who had found her way out of the Prison World , so he can apologise to her and after that hadn’t gone well he had started losing hope anyone would ever forgive him for anything. Right before the vampire had pulled him away , Kai had spotted Y/N in the crowd , ditching Damon straight away to get to her. Y/N had looked hot before but now wearing those black boots and those tight black skinny jeans with a white top with a skull like print on it , she looked even hotter. Quite literally taking his breath away the way she jumped up to the beat with a blue strand in her hair dancing around her shoulders. Last thing he wanted to do was cause her anymore pain but he had no other option if he wanted to grab her and find a way to turn her humanity back on — and maybe find a way to reverse her vampirism turning her back into a human.
After her body started to drop , he caught her and carried her to his car and then to his apartment , putting a boundary spell around it before cloaking himself and sneaking into Alaric’s apartment to ‘borrow’ some of his vervain supply.

A few hours later Y/N woke up tied to a chair with vervain ropes. Her surroundings were unfamiliar but she got an idea where she was when a familiar face popped right in front of her. Of course. Who else would be stupid enough to get the drop on her ? Under other circumstances she probably would’ve rejoiced to have Kai standing barely a metre away from her but not in this moment. There wasn’t a trace of emotion left in her.
  “What the - ” she wondered , struggling to get herself free, groaning in pain more and more each time as the vervain stung on her skin.
   "Hi.“ grinned Kai. "If you keep struggling , you will only get yourself hurt , Y/N. I just want us to talk , that’s all and then I will let you go.”
   "Charming. Do you always tie up the girls you want to talk to ? Or do you do that just to the ones you know can’t stand you?“
  "I tried talking to you the other day , remember? You ran off before I had said a word to you.” he said blankly. “So , you are a vampire now. Why would you do that to yourself?”
   "I had my reasons which do not concern you.“ she replied continuing to struggle against the vervain ropes.  Y/N had been a vampire for a few days but already hated vervain more than she thought possible. Kai had tied her ankles to the legs of the chair too making sure she couldn’t move even if she wanted to.
   "Did you do it because of what I said ?” he asked.
   "So full of yourself.“ she said a little amused. "Not everything happens because of you Parker. Why don’t you let me go and we can maybe go grab a bite somewhere ?”
   "Not letting you go until you turn that switch back on.“
   "Funny. Why have you taken that upon yourself ? Did Damon roped you into saving his best friend from ‘the biggest mistake she had ever done’ ?” she asked blankly. Seeing Kai like that was different - maybe because she was different or maybe because he had merged and according to the billion messages Damon had left her - he had feelings now. His eyes were filled with worry , sadness and regret. He looked almost broken.
   "I care about you thats why.“
   "You care about me ? Do you even hear yourself ?!” she said incredulous. “I dont feel emotions , I don’t care or feel anything. Your words , not mine.”
Kai got up from his chair , going to pour himself some coffee and Y/N used his distraction to pull on the ropes again with all her strength ignoring the pain from the vervain. A few seconds later she was free and quickly she ran towards the door , opening it and bouncing right off it the next moment.
   "What the hell?!“ she wondered , her hands hitting the invisible barrier over and over , pointlessly trying to get through it. Y/N sighed and turned towards him. Kai was  grinning at her while taking a sip from his coffee as if he hadn’t done a thing. A boundary spell. Should’ve known. she thought to herself.
   "You are not going anywhere sweetheart. Not until we talk and you turn that humanity switch back on.”
   "I’d rather kill you than talk to you or see you or be in the same room as you.“ she said through gritted teeth , whooshing herself towards him until their bodies were barely an inch from each other. "Let me leave now , or I you die.”
   "You won’t kill me.“ he said calmly.
   "Owhh ? Are you counting on my feelings for you to kick in at some point? Because they won’t. They no longer exist and as far as I am concerned neither do you.” she said with a mocking look on her face , seconds before purple black veins flashed under her eyes and her teeth sank into his neck.
Kai dropped his coffee on the ground , trying to push her off. Truth to be told he had been expecting that maybe seeing him would get her to flip the switch back on. He had heard multiple times that love is the strongest force there is and blah blah even though he didn’t understand any of it and he hadn’t expected her to actually try and kill him.
   "Motus.“ he muttered , sending her flying off him almost hitting the wall at the other end of the room. "Dang Y/N , maybe Damon was right. I didn’t want to believe him at first but you have lost everything that made you who you are by flipping that stupid humanity switch. You are not this person.”
Y/N wiped his blood of her chin and launched at him again , dropping on the ground with a spectacular witchy headache a split second later. Now she knew why Damon was always in a horrid vengeance mood after those. It felt as if every blood vessel in her head popped all over , healed and popped all over again.
  “I am going to kill you.” she said through gritted teeth.
  “No. You won’t.” he said calmly , taking a step towards her. “I am going to get you to flip that switch back on and then I will find a way to reverse what Damon did to you.”
  “Don’t — waste your t-time.” she struggled to speak. “I don’t n-need fixing.”
Y/N kept struggling to get to him and somehow break his concentration but he wouldn’t stop. He placed his hand on his wound healing it with magic wondering who was this person in front of him ? Surely he hadn’t been the nicest person ever , specially to her but — Kai couldn’t stand seeing her like this , though he had to admit her being a vampire how made her even hotter in his eyes than before. He closed his eyes hearing her scream and groan in pain rolling on the ground for a few moments before he stopped the spell and he knelt down next to her , brushing his fingers against her cheek.  
   "You are not this person Y/N. “ said Kai taking a step towards her. "You are kind , caring - ”
   "Was.“
   "You still are.”
   "No.“
   "Please Y/N. I am really sorry about what I said and did that day.” he said gazing into her eyes. They were so cold and empty it broke him in half. “I didn’t see it back then but now I do and I know it is my fault you did this. I was a idiot , the biggest one rejecting you.”
   "Finally. One thing we can agree on.“ she said sitting up and starring at him blankly. There was no way he’d actually think any of this and even if he was , that wont make her flip it back on. Wont change what he made her do or erase all the pain he caused. Y/N leaned in towards him , brushing her palm against his cheek giving him a small smile. For a moment he smiled too , thinking probably somehow he had broken through the tough exterior or at least had made a crack.
   "You are pathetic.” she pit. “I am bored. Do you hate a deck of cards somewhere?”
   "Fine then. We do it the hard way.“ he said getting up, breaking her leg in the next moment. "You are going to turn it on now or I will keep breaking and breaking cuz – sweetheart , we both know I am the actual monster here.”
Y/N screamed in pain rolling on the ground but before she had had time to heal Kai flicked his wrist and her leg broke on another spot and another. Something in her mind started pushing its way through hearing his words. A flicker of  emotion , but she shoved it back where it came from before it had crawled its way out of the black door in her mind.
  “Turn it on.”
  “NO.”
Kai flicked his wrist again breaking her other leg and her arm. He couldn’t stand what he was doing to her. Every flick of his wrist only added more to the guilt he already felt. What was he even doing ? After all of this there was no way she’d forgive him , ever.
  “Keep breaking Parker.” she started laughing. “It will be even more satisfying when I get to rip your head off after that.”
  “You are the best thing that has come into my life and I was so blind not seeing it back then.  I can’t live with the guilt of everything I did to you.”  his voice breaking. “I didn’t even know guilt can drown you without actually drowning you. It keeps me up at night -”
Y/N wasn’t listening. Instead she was running scenarios in her head on how she’d get her revenge after that , not caring that would mean Liv’s death or Jo’s death. Not giving a damn about how Alaric would react to losing his future wife and his unborn twinsies. Not caring what Tyler would do to her if his girl dies. Kai knelt down on the ground next to her , studying her face. His eyes were so different in that moment - filled with tears, pain and regret.
  “Kill me.” he dared her, stopping the spell. “Come on. Kill me.”
Y/N caught her breath laying on the ground. “You are bluffing.”
  “Rip my heart out.” he dared her again getting on top of her , placing her hand on his chest. “Put me out of my misery because I can’t live another second with the guilt about everything that I’ve done to you. Or to Jo or Liv. Or even Bonnie.”
Kai’s heart was racing so fast it felt as if it was trying to leap out of his chest and then a tear rolled down his cheek which he completely ignored. Their eyes were locked on each other and none of them was willing to look away from the other.
  “No.” she shook her head, pulling her hand away from his chest. “No , you deserve to live with it eating you away for the rest of your pat-”
Kai didn’t let her finish. There was one thing left for him to try , hoping that maybe it would get her to turn her humanity back on. He pinned her hands on either side of her head and his lips crashed against hers , hungry and demanding , pulling the air out of her lungs. At first she struggled trying to push him off her which only made him kiss her harder until she stopped struggling and returned the kiss. His grip on her hands loosened and she tangled her fingers in his hair , both of them moaning into the kiss until Kai pulled away , resting his forehead on hers.
  “I should’ve started with that.” he said out of breath , gazing into her eyes. “Please tell me it worked.”
His heart was racing faster than ever , still feeling her lips on his. Y/N just stared at him and a few tears rolled down her temples. “Get off me. Now.”
Kai’s face darkened but he did as she asked , rolling onto the ground next to her. He had hoped this would flip the switch , he hoped it had flipped it back considering how she had kissed him back. How it was possible that it hadn’t worked ?!
  “What did I do?” she muttered , covering her face with her hands. “Oh my God what did I do?”
  “Y/N?” he turned towards her. “What are you talking about ? Hey , talk to me.”
Y/N shook her head refusing to say a word and then it hit him - her switch had flipped back on and every emotion had came rushing into her mind. Kai removed her hands from her face , pulling her into his embrace. He knew exactly how she felt in that moment because he had experienced the same thing a few days ago.
  “I’m sorry. I am so sorry Y/N. It’s all my fault. I was an idiot , I am an idiot who hurt you so many times and led  you to do that to yourself , but I am going to fix it. I promise. I will find a way to fix everything.” said Kai , kissing her forehead. “I am so sorry and I know I don’t deserve  your forgiveness but I need you to give me one more chance to make things right.”
Y/N’s mind was racing like crazy - what was she thinking becoming a vampire. Turning off her humanity and shutting out everything that made her who she was ?! All those people she hurt , the ones who got killed because she couldn’t handle rejection. Tears were streaming down her face so fast it was pointless to try and stop them.
    “I know you hate me and you have every right to… I will spend every day until the rest of my life trying to make up for everything.”
Kai waited for her to say something , to stop crying  holding her tightly towards him. Slowly rocking back and forth trying to calm her down.
  “I bit you. Oh my God , I bit you..” her hands covered her face. “All the things I said. Everything I did.”
  “It’s okay. It wasn’t you , I know it wasn’t”
  “I am so sorry.” she cried turning towards him. Kai was crying too.
  “Does that mean you w-will you give me one more chance? I promise I will find out a way to make you a human again and  — maybe we can have a future – together. ” he wondered , wiping away a few tears from her cheeks.
   "Y-you want me to be a human ?” she said through tears. “But you said -”
   "I was so blind and ignorant , not realising what I had until I lost it. Please Y/N , give me one more chance. Just one.“ he pleaded.
Y/N smiled at him. "One more chance. D-don’t screw it up Malachai.”
Kai grinned at her , usually he’d have other reaction to people calling him by his full name but not with her. He loved the way it had rolled off her tongue , like its the most special thing in the world to her.
   "Wouldn’t dream of it.“ replied Kai , kissing her again.




MASTERLIST - SMUT
MASTERLIST - FLUFF
Wouldn't Trade It For Anything In The World

@ellez1127 asked: Hi! Can I please have a Kyungsoo Au with “Can you NOT?” Thank you so much!

➸ Word Count: 1.4K

➸ Genre: Fluff/Humor

➸ Rating: Teens & Up

➸ A/N: This took me a while to come up with, and i guess i like the outcome lol. hope you enjoy this lovely! thanks for the request!♡

The car ride home had been slightly awkward and tense.

Kyungsoo kept a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel while glaring out into the open road not once sparing _________ a look.

Had she not been slightly intoxicated, she probably would have pouted at him and cared more about putting him in a mood. Instead though, she looked at him with a goofy smile on her face giggling every now and then recalling why Kyungsoo was so angry.

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No Control | Chapter Twenty

Summary: 

Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

To read previous chapters, you can go here.

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TWENTY

When we get back to Harry’s home, it’s half six and we’re supposed to be at Grimmy’s party at eight. Harry lets me set up in his bathroom so I can do my hair and makeup while he makes some phone calls. I can hear him in his room, talking in a hushed tone to who I’m assuming is someone from his team. He’s not saying a whole lot, letting the other person talk for longer stretches of time, and when he does respond it’s in short answers and little clips. I don’t even try to listen to what’s being said, minding my own business and continuing to curl my hair into big waves instead of the little kinks that’s its natural state. 

I’m part way through applying my makeup, brush poised over my eyelid, when Harry leans in the doorway of the bathroom, watching me through the mirror. I look up at him with a smile as he watches me, a little quirk to the corner of his lips. When he just continues staring without making a move or saying anything, I chuckle somewhat uncomfortably.

“What?” I ask, going back to swiping on eyeshadow so we don’t just keep staring at each other. 

Harry’s smile widens as he shakes his head a little. “You’re just absolutely stunning, is all. Most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met.”

My cheeks begin to heat, making the addition of blush obsolete. “You hang out with models and actresses on the regular, Harry. All of which are much more pretty than me.”

His brow furrows and he shakes his head, walking further into the bathroom. He wraps his arm around my waist. “Micky, I don’t think you see yourself clearly. The first time I saw you, I physically lost my breath. Seeing you was like a kick in the chest, you’re so pretty. Your big round eyes, your plump pouty lips, your soft skin. And then, when I got to know your mind, you just got a million times more beautiful, if that’s even possible.”

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That Smile

A/N: In one chapter of Becoming Real, I wrote about Spencer and Luke telling Diana how they got together on a case, so @ultrarebelheart asked if I’d ever write that out. Here it is! @coveofmemories

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After more than a decade with the Bureau, Spencer was pretty sure he’d seen it all and felt it all - that was until Luke Alvez walked into the office. At first, Spencer was pretty convinced he’d never fully accept Luke, because Spencer had been so close with Morgan that seeing him leave really hurt.

Spencer had still been working through “losing” Derek, when Luke walked in - and then they were immediately paired up and were ushered into a BDSM shop. Nothing like being thrown out of the frying pan and into the fire. He’d been so nervous. Luke was gorgeous, so Spencer found himself stuttering in his presence. The thing that surprised him though was the fact that despite all his rambling and stuttering, Luke had looked at him with rapt attention, even going so far as to ask Spencer to elaborate on any given fact.

It wasn’t like he was ignored, or even never asked to elaborate, but his other friends asked out of love for him, not because they were really interested - Luke though, he was actually interested, or at least he seemed to be.

As time passed, Spencer found himself more and more attracted to Luke. His feelings for Derek, something that would never happen, drifted away. But with his growing feelings for Luke came another hitch up - Spencer was Spencer, scrawny and nerdy, while Luke was every man and woman’s dream. His abs practically glistened in the gym, not that Spencer had been staring or anything. His smile was brilliant. His hair was glorious. Plus, he was simultaneously tough, kind and intelligent. What would Luke actually want to do with him?

For weeks, he’d struggled with whether or not to tell Luke. He did happen to know that Luke was gay. Unfortunately, he’d overheard something he shouldn’t have, so he knew about Luke’s former work partner, who also happened to be his partner. 

But now they were sharing a room. The town they were in was a small southern town with very few rooms, so everyone had been doubled up. Emily had roomed with JJ, Stephen went with Tara, Garcia was at home, which meant Spencer and Luke were the only two left. It didn’t help that this case was killing the team.

For Spencer, and he assumed Luke, it was hitting them extra hard. The unsub was targeting gay couples who were very much out of the closet - loved by all those around him for exactly who they were. They’d nailed down the profile enough that they believed the unsub was also a gay man who felt like he couldn’t come out of the closet himself, so he was taking out his frustration on those that had what he didn’t. 

They weren’t getting anywhere though, so Emily had tole everyone to go back to the motel and get some sleep. Spencer was anything but tired though, and Luke seemed to feel the same way. After getting ready for bed, Spencer sat down on the bed, his head in his hands as he tried to collect his thoughts. “You alright?” Luke asked.

“Yea,” Spencer lied, lifting his head up. “Just trying to figure out how we can get this guy.” He lifted his leg up and rested his head on his knee. “I’ve been doing this job forever, so I feel like I’ve seen it all and then something like this happens and I question everything.”

“Like whether or not any of this is actually worth it?” Luke asked, not waiting for an answer. He didn’t need one. “I know. Me too.”

Spencer wondered if this was a decent opening to get to know more about Luke. “I feel bad for the guy,” Spencer said, referring to the unsub. It wasn’t all the time that he found himself in that position, but on the rare occasions he did, he always wondered how to feel about himself. “I mean this guy obviously feels like he can’t be who he is, and he hates it so much that he’s taking it out on other people. I don’t get why anyone cares who people fuck.” He normally didn’t curse, but he was so frustrated, he fell back onto the bed, eliciting a slight laugh from Luke.

“I get you, man,” he said. “I was lucky. My family didn’t care when I came home with Noah. They just wanted to see me happy.”

There was his opening. “I’ve never actually introduced my mother to a guy, or a woman for that matter, I never got the chance to introduce her…but I honestly don’t think my mother would give a shit.” 

“You’re bisexual?” he asked. Spencer nodded. “How have you not been scooped up by someone already?”

Taking their minds off the case, Spencer told him about Maeve and what had happened to her, then said he’d never had a relationship with a man, or even had a crush on one, but that he wasn’t closed off to anything. A silent moment hung between them and then both of them drifted back to the case, leaving Spencer’s head hanging his hands again. “We’re gonna get this guy,” Luke said. “If I’ve learned anything in the months I’ve been here, it’s that you guys always get the job done.”

“We,” Spener said. “You’re a part of the team now. We get the job done. I just hope you’re right.” Luke came over to sit at his side on the bed, gently placing his hand on Spencer’s shoulder. 

A few moments passed between them in silence, and then Spencer looked up. When he met Luke’s gaze, he had the urge to kiss him, but he was still nervous. Good thing Luke had the nerve. Quickly, he leaned in and pressed his lips to Spencer’s, pulling away just as quickly when he realized what he’d done. “Sorry, I-”

“Why are you sorry?” Spencer asked, looking at Luke in a way that silently asked him to do it again. This time, he moved a little closer and took Spencer’s head in his hands. Their lips met again, and Spencer brought his hand up to cradle the back of Luke’s neck, bringing them closer still. After a few minutes of comforting kisses, they pulled away from each other. “Well, at least I know now.” He smirked in Luke’s direction as Luke licked his lips.

“Know what?”

“That you like me. I didn’t think you did.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he laughed. “You’re intelligent, kind, funny, have interesting things to say, and you’re not bad to look at either.”

Spencer blushed. “You’re the only one that seems genuinely interested in what I have to say…that means a lot to me. Maybe when we get back we could go on an actual date?”

“I’d like that,” Luke smiled. He caught the time on the clock. “We should probably go to sleep so we can catch this fucker in the morning.”

Spencer snorted, peeling into a fit of laughter from deliriousness. They were both so tired. “And that smile,” Luke said.

“What?” Spencer asked, wiping the tears out of his eyes.

“That smile is another reason I like you.”

Just A Best Friend? Nothing more, Right.

THIS WAS A REQUEST
Plot: Reader is in love with Josh and Starts to eat less. Josh then starts to realize and does something about it. Until the truth reveals it’s self. ;)

This was not my best just going to admit that now.

IF YOU ARE EASLIY TRIGGERED DO NOT READ

Readers Point Of View
Another day, Just another day. This time it was raining. I wanted to go walking today with Josh but he had to cancel for some strange reason. It was okay though because I needed time to think by myself. I got on my coat and shoes and went for a walk. Me and Josh did this thing that every Friday we would walk to the store and get a bunch of Junk food and not feel bad about it because we walked. I don’t know. 

Just a small way of being by each other more often. I wanted to stay connected with him and at a point in my life he started seeing me less often. So we had this thing that we would go watch a movie every Friday in my room.

It was stupid but fun. Anyways, the point where he was fading away started happening again. But, (YEs conjunctions can began a sentence) but this time I let it happen. I don’t know why I just didn’t want to fight. I started to think about him and all our memories we shared.

I remember this one time where I was feeling spontaneous and tried to climb up his window late at night with McDonalds in my hand. Long story short, I feel and broke my leg.

I remember that he had to carry me into the house and tell his parents. His parents were not happy to wake up at 12:30am and take me to the hospital. I laughed at the memory.

Or the one time where Josh tried to ask this girl out while he was sick and I was watching from a distance trying to encourage him but he sneezed on the girls face by accident. She never talked to Josh again.

We had a lot of memories but my favorite one was when we went to the park late at night and just talked about stupid things as we sat on the swings. We talked about space, aliens, family, and the future. We could talk about anything no matter how much sense it didn’t make.

I smiled like an idiot thinking about all the memories. Then I thought long and hard about Josh. I was falling for Josh. I know this but that doesn’t mean that I was willing to except the fact. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.  

The thing is I didn’t even need to be in a  relationship  with Josh. I just needed to be around him. I don’t know its weird. Soon, coming back to reality I look around me. It was still raining and it was beginning to rain even harder. I continued to walk anyway. Not bothered by the fact. It was calming and I just really needed to think.

I took in my surrounding and realized that I was walking to Josh’s house without knowing it. I was going to turn and go back home but thought it would be a good idea to hang out with his sister, Abby. You guys were close but not as close as me and josh. I stepped on the wet tile steps that led up to the little house. I knocked on the door and waited. While, I was waiting I realized I was drenched with water. Man, I probably look horrible right now.

Before I had time to think about any flaws, the door opened. Showing, Josh’s Mom. She held a cup that I assumed was hot coco.

“Hello, Y/n!” She smiled handing me the cup. “I saw you from across the street and thought you were coming here so I made you some Coco.”

“Oh, Thank you.” I took the cup from her hands and let the warmth of the cup warm up my cold hands. “Oh, Dear you must be freezing! Josh should have clothes in the laundry room that are clean. Hold on a sec.” With that she turned around heading to the laundry room around the corner.

I wonder where Josh was? Maybe, with Tyler. Yea, that made sense. Tyler was his best friend. I looked around the room that I was very familiar with. This house was like my second home. I would probably be here more than my house. I loved it here. Mamma Dun came back with basket ball shorts and an black oversized tee shit.

“Here you are, you know where the bathroom is.” She smiled handing me the clothes. I said a quick thank you and went to the bathroom wanting to get out of these clothes. I had my clothes already in Josh’s room but I didn’t want to go up there right now.

 Plus, his clothes were way more comfortable. As soon as I got there I locked the door and took of my shirt. As I did this I caught a glimpse of myself and couldn’t stop staring. No wonder Josh didn’t like me. I was big. I continued to look at myself sadly and pointed out all my flaws.

Yes, I wasn’t the most confident yet I wasn’t as shy. I didn’t care for my looks… Until now. I had singular tears coming out of my eyes. So I looked at my eyes and started to spread my eyelashes apart to make them look dry. Giving the effect that I was never crying.

I waited until my eyes weren’t as red. I looked tired and I was. I wanted nothing more then to lay in my bed and cry my heart out right now. I walk down stairs throwing my wet clothes into the laundry bin.

I sat on the kitchen table where Momma dun now was sitting with Jordan. She was cooking what looked like chicken noodle soup. My favorite.

“Hey Y/n, What’s up.” Jordan smiled.

“Nothing much. How are you?” I asked trying to be polite because his mom was right there. Me and Jordan liked to tease each other a lot but always got in trouble when around parents. We didn’t hate each other it was quite the opposite he was like a big brother to me.

“About to be so much better after Mom gets this soup done.” He said almost drooling over the soup. “Tyler's in the backyard and we’ve been playing basketball so I’m freaken hungry.” Oh, So Josh wasn’t with Tyler. Weird.

“Oh, Y/n. Where are my manners, would you like some soup? Its cold outside so this might warm ya up. I know its your favorite!” Momma Dun offered.

“Umm, No thank you…Um.. Actually have to leave. My um…Mom just texted me saying she wanted me home.” Making up a quick lie trying to get out of this situation. I was honestly starving but I then I thought back to my session in the bathroom. Maybe, I should eat less and go to the gym? Yea, that’s what I'll do. 

“Oh, but darling. It’s still raining. Would you like me to drive you?” Momma Dun asks.

“No thanks, I like walking in the rain. It calms me down.” I smiled opening the front door.
 
I felt bad for leaving so early and that soup looked so good. I sigh. Thinking low about myself was becoming common now a days. Bad habit but a great way to face reality. I don’t know. I just want Josh. The air was misty but it was nice with the breeze. I looked down realizing that I am still wearing Josh’s clothes making me miss him more.

Days like these were nice just thinking but thinking could be deadly yet so welcoming at the same time. The crunch of the leaves were a nice sound under my feet. Rain was coming down and the clouds covered the sun where it once was visible.

I was right next to the playground where Josh and I did this stupid pinky swear that we would stay together forever. Kids were playing on the playground and the parents were on the benches ignoring their children while playing on their phones.

A couple was sat at the benches making out in front of kids. Okay, there goes the peace and now were back to reality. The girl is tiny, with long brown hair and a big coat.

The guy on the other hand had purple hair and was wearing joggers and a white tee shirt. Kinda looks like Josh. Me being me I was curious if was actually Josh. I go closer and sit in the bench next to them. This was weird because I was basically staring at two people making out with a curious face like I’ve never seen it before.

Yes, this was really awkward but the I just wanted t see if it was Josh. The guy soon turned around and began looking around. I then realized that…it wasn’t Josh. I ran away acting as if someone was chasing me. Okay, that just happened. But, it got me thinking.

What would life be like if I was with Josh, like romantically. 

(Time skip because I didn’t know where I was going with that)
Days had passed and I began controlling what I ate. I wouldn’t give in to the temptations. My routine was to eat a single granola bar in the morning and then go for a run. 

Then eat nothing and take an hour break before going to the gym and staying there for the rest of the day. Yes, not healthy but effective. Josh hasn’t been here lately and that’s good because he would have stopped and distracted me. This didn’t feel right, it felt awful actually but it worked and that’s what mattered. I’m killing myself slowly. I realize that but it got addicting.

I was running but this time I got stopped.

“Y/n? What are you doing here? Wait, Y/n stop for a Sec.“ The voice was familiar. What the hell is Josh doing here at this hour?

“umm…What are you doing here?” I asked waiting for an answer trying to hide my body. I really hoped he didn’t notice.

“Y/n, what’s wrong. You never answer my calls anymore, hell not a single text message.” He looked mad. He was mad. I don’t blame him though but he has Tyler to hang out with so why bother.

“I’ve been busy….Look I got to go.” I say quickly trying to run off but Josh grabs my arm.

“Take off your sweater, you look like you’re going to pass out. Okay, something’s not right.” He looked curiously at me. How the hell did he know so fast? I’ve only been here for a few minutes.

“what? no.” I grab my sweater and pull it closer to my body.

“What’s going on? Your face looks way to skinny. Y/n have you been eating? Why would you do that?” My eyes were tearing but I didn’t want him to see me so I ran to my house that was right across the street. Josh didn’t see that coming giving me the upper hand.

“Y/N! Wait.” He chased after me. I run into the house not having time to lock it because he was right outside. I run up to my room and lock the door and slide down the door crying.

“God Y/n, please open the door. Can we just talk, please?"  His voice cracked and I chuckled. I just wanted him to leave. I wish I never fell for him.

"Can you please leave. Just go, Josh.” My voice came out more like hiccup rather than my usual.

“Either, you are going to willing open the door or I’m going to pick the lock. I'm coming in either way." 

I gave up letting him in not wanting to fight. I get up unlock the door and got hide under the covers. I heard him slowly approach the bed and sit beside the corner.

"Hey.” Josh said softly. 

“Hi.” I said with my voice muffled by the covers. 

“Okay, lets start easy. Why? Why would you do this?” I could tell he didn’t know how to handle the situation, he wasn’t the best at advice but he tried and that’s what mattered. I was wondering if I should tell him. I decided to say quite not wanting to admit my mistakes.

“Why, cant you tell me? I’m sorry I wasn’t there but I should have been. This is all my fault. I always hurt the ones I love and I hurt you. God, I just don't understand why. Y/n you’re beautiful. God, you’re beautiful. So, why?” Josh was crying.

This I could tell because of his voice. It was no longer full of joy it was bitter and sad. It was terrifying because I’m the one that caused these tear. I thought about what to say and re-spoke his words in my head. Wait, did he say he loved me?  I sighed, I’m going to tell him the truth.

“Josh, I know that I’m going to ruin this friendship and I’m not ready for that but, I’m going to tell you the truth. Josh, I have loved you for a long time and I still haven’t accepted it. But, its true. I love you. I did this because I don’t like the way I look and thought that maybe that’s why you didn’t like me. It was stupid I know. I’m sorry." It felt good to get it off my chest but I didn’t want to face him.

So, I closed my eyes and waited for him to say something. But, nothing came. Instead, I felt something on my lip. Was Josh kissing me? What do I do? Oh my god, Y/n kiss back.

So that’s what I did. After a few seconds we pulled away. I opened my eyes and saw Josh smiling. 

"Okay, was not expecting back.” I chuckled. "But, I’m glad it happened.“

"Me too. Y/n, I love you too but you don’t need to change yourself for me. I didn’t fall in love with the way looked. That was just a bonus but I adore you just the way you are. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner I was just scared I guess. I couldn’t handle loosing you. But, please you’re an amazing person and I wanted you just the way you are. I love you and I always will. So please, will you be mine?” Josh was starting to go red which was adorable. I can’t believe this was happening.

“Of course, Josh.” I laughed.

“Now, what do you say we cuddle now.” He offered already taking me in his arms. "Well, I guess you don’t have choice.“

I just chuckled and went with it. There was a moment of silence but not an awkward one. It was a comfortable silence. Soon to be broken by Josh.

"Hey Y/n.” Josh said softly against my shoulder.

“Yes, Josh?”

“Nothing last forever, so will you be my nothing?”

(THIS WAS A REALLY BAD WRITING IM SORRY FOR THAT!!)
  

Mr & Mrs Smith - Part 3

Dean x Reader

Y/N and Dean don’t really like each other. So what happens when they have to pretend to be a happy newlywed couple for a hunt?

[Part 1 - Part 2]

Tags: @kbrand0 @getyourrocksalt  @daydreamingintheimpala @mrswhozeewhatsis @hoopluh  

“What are you doing?”

“There’s gotta be something in this room, something that’s causing this…” Y/N said distractedly, as she grabbed a pillow from the bed and started to inspect it, touching every inch of it to see if there was something inside. When she found nothing, she tossed it on the floor and grabbed the other one, giving it the same treatment.  But, to her disappointment, nothing was in there either. That would have been too easy.

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All I Know Is I Love You

Liam’s helping Zayn babysit Safaa, and her choice to watch Brokeback Mountain leads to more than just awkward conversation aka Liam’s too caught up in his own embarrassment to realise that Zayn might actually feel the same. (PG-13)

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Liam flicks absentmindedly through the TV channels, staring blankly at the stream of cartoons, informercials and crime shows surging before his eyes. Eventually settling on an episode of How I Met Your Mother, he nestles further into the cushions of his couch.

He recognises the episode almost immediately - it’s the one where Ted thinks the girl Barney has found him to take to an awards show is actually a prostitute, and in fact he’d watched it with Zayn only a few weeks ago after that douche had almost given Liam a heart attack by flinging open the curtain of Liam’s tour-bus bunk at 2 am and shaking him awake demanding “Liam time”.

He fumbles for his phone among the cushions and starts typing out one of the jokes from the episode to send to Zayn but - no, he’d best give him a break, let him enjoy some time with his family. They’ve only been home for 3 days, which means it’s only been 3 days since the end of a 2 month leg of their tour - 2 months of spending nearly every waking moment with the rest of the boys, whether on stage, out doing interviews, or just messing around playing Mario Kart in the tour bus. Liam doesn’t mind the constant togetherness that was their life on tour. He loves that there’s always someone around to watch movies with, to ambush with a Nerf attack, or to talk to on the days when the craziness of their fame hits him like a tonne of bricks and leaves him practically gasping for air, fearing that he’ll never have another normal day in his life. As stupid as it sounds, the boys keep him sane, and he loves them more than anything.

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Theo Raeken (Prompts 8, 13, 24, & 36)

8-“make me!" 

To say you were surprised to see Theo was an understatement. It had been practically ten years since you last saw him and he still managed to make your blood boil. It took less than a second for his eyes to meet yours as he shot you a cock smirk, already making his way to the empty desk beside you.

 'So much for solitude!’ You mentally groaned burying your face in your hands. You let out a huffy breathe knowing each second that passed would bring him closer to your desk, when suddenly you had an idea. ‘Two can play at this game.’ Quickly you grabbed your bag and threw it across his chair, propping your feet on the empty desk beside and shooting a smirk in Theo’s direction. You knew he noticed by the challenging glare he was shooting you, sending a rush of confidence through you. Smiling slyly you thought back to how this whole feud had begun, long ago when he decided to tease you about your pigtails and you, in return, decided the proper response to such an event would be to punch him in the face. Unfortunately the schools administrator did not agree with your methods and you had been suspended for a few days. Looking back it seemed quite childish but, hey, you were infact a child back then! 

 "Its been too long baby doll.. Mind moving your things?” He approached, flashing the most charming smile. 

 "I actually would mind,“ you stated matter of factly before adding sweetly, "thanks for asking." 

 He looked at you a bemused twinkle in his eyes, "Now, princess, Im not here to start a fight I just need a seat and as you can see, all the other ones are taken. Can you move your things,” He stepped closer leaning over your desk so that your faces were mere inches apart, “please?" 

 Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as you contemplated your options, you could always push him away and try to convince someone else to trade seats with him, or… 

 ”Make me“ you replied, your voice low and sultry, as you watched his cheeks flush and his body shoot back. He starred at you somewhat shocked and quite embarrassed by his reaction to your offer. You had caught him off guard. 

 "Mr. Raeken?! Mrs. (Y/L/N)?! Is there a problem?!” The teacher called from the front of the room. 

 "Uh uh..“ You panicked starring wide eyed at the teacher. You could smart off to other students all you wanted but you were deathly afraid of teachers, especially this one. You wanted to make a good impression and now you weren’t. Your eyes met Theo’s, the look on your face made him chuckle as he turned to the teacher, 

 "No sir I was just sitting down!” Theo smirked down at you. You sighed as you were forced to move your bag. Your previous anxiety replaced with the sinking feeling of defeat 

 "Teachers, always ruining all the fun.“ you mumbled as Theo laughed beside you. 

 "Don’t laugh! I nearly had you beat!” You whined quietly. 

 "Maybe next time babydoll!“ He winked before turning to the board. 


13-"Wanna bet?" 

You and the pack had decided to spend your Friday night at the new Pizza place down the street. It was quite a small facility located in the most vacant shopping plaza in beacon hills, which was notoriously labelled the place "all shops go to die”. In all the years you had lived in Beacon Hills not one successful shop ever sprouted in the Beta Woods Shopping Plaza. For example, there was the old gym whose equipment was so ancient and worn it was mostly held together by duct tape, the book store who hosted more termites than books, and of course Lady Marie’s psychic shop which was infamous for its false readings and cheap crystals. 

 Despite the shady location you all found the lack of people and the cool atmosphere to be quite refreshing. Plus, the opening sale promised a “pizza buffet” which would serve unlimited pizza for only 7 bucks a person. How could you possibly resist? 

 "I am so ready for this unlimited pizza you dont even know!“ Liam grinned rubbing his hands together before loading his plate with 6 slices of pizza.

 "Me too!” Theo remarked as he too filled his plate with so many pieces of pizza you didn’t understand how his plate wasnt shattered. Of course not close behind was Stiles and Scott who were practically drooling over the cheap food.

 You could hardly contain your smile as you heard Malia from the other side of the buffet table cry out, “Ive been waiting for this forever!" 

 When you looked over at her she was holding two very large plates of pizza already shoveling a slice into her mouth as she made her way to a table. You and Lydia looked at one another laughing admiringly at Malia. She sure was something else.

 2 hours later everyone had finished eating, except for Theo, who was still going strong after his 10th pizza. 'Man does this kid ever stop?' 

 "How can you even see straight after all those pizzas?!” You gawked as he scarfed down another slice.

 "Werewolf, remember?“ He smirked as his eyes briefly shone bright yellow, revealing his inner-wolf, to prove his point. 

 "Theo!” Scott warned. “This place may be somewhat vacant but we are still in public!" 

 You laughed as Theo just shrugged before announcing he was done with his food. 

 "Finally!” Stiles whined as you jumped out of your seats and made your way towards the exit. The pack said their goodbyes as you reached the parking lot; Stiles, Scott, Liam, and Malia squishing into Stiles Jeep as you and Theo headed towards his car. 

 You slide into the passenger seat as you heard Theo throwing himself into the drivers seat in exhaustion. “Im full” Theo groaned suddenly as you laughed at his stupidity. 

 "Maybe if you hadn’t eaten so much you wouldn’t be so full!“ He scowled over at you as your eyes gleamed in amusement. 

"Well maybe if you weren’t so beautiful I’d be able to think straight enough to serve up a good comeback!" 

 You gasped in shock before covering it with a forced chuckle, "haha thats funny Im not beautiful!" 

 Your heart was beating a million miles an hour as you watched him his body shifting closer your own before he whispered, ”wanna bet?“ Before slowly pressing his lips to yours. 


 24-"draw me like one of your french boys" 

 It was no secret to anyone in Beacon Hills that you were an artist, and a good one no less. You could always be found crouching over your sketch book your hands dancing over the page before you, like a fast waltz perfectly capturing the world around you. Your hands were always covered in ashy grey powder from your pencils and small eraser shavings tucked into unusual slots in your clothing.

 In fact you were such a talented artist that a couple months ago a famous painter, Antoine Papel, had invited you to Paris to study with him. He had taught you many incredible tricks and forms, and you in turn -he said- inspired him and his artwork. "Young artists always make me feel so young again. They rekindle my love for the craft; theres nothing like watching young eyes grow wide with knowledge.” He had said. While you had been there you had drawn many french models, one of Antoine’s biggest beliefs was that nothing was more fluid for an artist than the human body, and nothing more beautiful either. And so as it goes many of the students around campus liked to joke that you had just gone away to draw a bunch of hot french guys. Not that you minded because it was partially true; you did get to draw a lot of hot guys who were in fact french. 

 Today was a particularly beautiful day as you sat outside sketching the giddy young couple having a picnic under a large weeping willow tree. You liked the way the sun poured down upon the girls golden curls and captured the fond look in his eyes as he reached for her hand. Perhaps it was quite cliche but in that moment it seemed like the sweetest gesture ever known to man kind. It had been an hour or so since the couple had left and you were still busily sketching away when you heard a low voice whisper in your ears, “Thats pretty good Y/N, is that supposed to be me and you?!” You could just hear the familiar smirk in his all too familiar voice. 

 "No Theo thats actually a couple that was here earlier.“ You huffed not even looking at him in between your gentle strokes. You hadn’t come this far drawing the picture just to mess up the detailing of her nose!

 "Aww why dont you ever draw me?” He whined pouting at you, only to realize you still hadn’t bothered to look up. Suddenly he sprawled across the table gently pulling the sketch book from your hand and posing as he whispered huskily, “draw me like one of your french boys


 36-"cocky are we?" 

"Look its nothing personal babe, its just.. I don’t see you that way.. You are my best friend Theo and have been for years, it would be weird to ever think of you romantically, ya know?!” You stated with a shrug, looking over at your best friend of 12 years. 

Theo had just confessed to liking you and wanting to go on a date and you hadn’t known what to say. Sure he’s hot, but he’s also your best friend! If your relationship fails then you lose it all! 

 He was silent for a moment before he looked at you with a smirk, his confidence still not feigning, “So does that mean you doubt I can make you fall for me or that you aren’t willing to give me the chance?" 

 You laughed completely dumbfounded by his confidence and question, "why does it matter?" 

 "Are you willing to at least give me the chance to prove myself to you?" 

 "What do you have in mind?” You giggled batting your eyes at him, genuinely starting to change your mind about the whole “not dating your best friend”. He had always been there for you and was really everything you always complain about wanting in a boy. 

 "One night is all I need to make you fall in love with me.“ 

 ”Cocky are we?“ 

 "Confident.” He corrected, “So is that a yes?”

 "Pick me up Saturday at 5, I will dress nice so heaven forbid don’t take me to see some stupid chick flick in hopes of getting some because I will smack you.“  

"Wouldn’t dream of it princess!”

Happy Anniversary

Summary: Y/N gets home right before midnight on her and Dean’s one year anniversary. When she head to his room she finds a pretty amazing situation going on in the kitchen.

 Character: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Reader 

 Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader 

 Warnings: Fluff, implied smut 

 Word Count: 929

 Drabble Prompt:  Dean x reader anniversary?- @riversong-sam

A/N: This was fun to write it got my mind off of stuff! Thanks for sending the prompt in dear!

Originally posted by dancewithmejensen

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they will see my strength (in this love i’ve found)

Merry Christmas, @chris-evahns! You wanted a two parter - an Ark AU, and arranged marriage or fake dating. I tried to work as much in from your prompts as I could! Hope you like it.
AO3.
Rating: T for language.
Words: 7K+, oops. 
Note: Things are basically the same as canon. Clarke’s dad is still executed, as is Bellamy’s Mom. Lyrics for the title and inset are from “Hard Love” by Needtobreathe. I worry Bellamy and Clarke are a little OOC here, but since it’s an Ark AU, I took some liberties. If that’s not your thing, skip this one, friends.

Trading punches with the heart of darkness
Going to blows with your fear incarnate
Never gone until it’s stripped away
A part of you has gotta die today

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Clarke wakes up 4 days after her Dad dies with a knot in her stomach and her head aching. She doesn’t know how to do this – she doesn’t know how to grieve, or how to lose someone. She’s never had to go through this before.

“Clarke?” Her Mom knocks. “Someone’s here to see you.”

“I don’t want to see anyone right now.” Clarke wills her voice to be somewhat civil. She hasn’t spoken more than few words to Abby Griffin since Jake Griffin was floated, especially now that she knows her mother practically turned him in.

“You should get up. I made breakfast. I have to go to the clinic.”

Clarke takes a little vindication in how tired her mom seems, but doesn’t pause for any more thoughts of sympathy. She hears a sigh, and then retreating footsteps, before the sounds of someone talking at the front door. Clarke rolls over, ignoring them, and shuts her eyes tight, trying to will herself to go back to sleep.

“Clarke?”

Clarke sits up, eyes wide. Nathan.

“Miller?” She asks, and the door to her bedroom creaks open.

“Your Mom let me in.” He comes in, but hesitates before sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I wanted to check on you.”

Clarke stares at him. “I don’t understand. You were in the Skybox.”

Clarke and Nathan grew up together, and with Wells, they were like the three musketeers, until Nathan started hanging around with a different crowd of friends. Clarke didn’t hold it against him, but she didn’t expect to see him here, either.

“They had my trial early. I think my Dad pushed for it.”

“And?” Clarke sits up fully now, turning to face him, pushing her unruly hair out of her eyes.

“Probation, for now.” He smiles ruefully. “Not taking a space walk anytime soon, though.”

“Have you seen Wells yet?” She asks, and he shakes his head, frowning.

“No. I– my Dad told me about yours when I got out. I’m sorry, Clarke.”

Clarke feels her throat tighten. “Yeah. Me too.”

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Sink or Swim

Summary: After hearing about her successful fight with a mermaid, Pan trusts the reader with a secret: he doesn’t know how to swim.

Author’s Note: just a little something I wrote while on vacation with my family. Send in requests!


“Ha! Take that!” I yelled, laughing as I stabbed at a mermaid. She shrieked when my spear sunk into her smooth shoulder, injecting her with Dreamshade.

           The raft myself and two other Lost Boys were in jolted violently. Mermaids were rocking it to and fro, trying to get it to topple over. Grinning with delight, I fell back with a squeal at one particularly dangerous lurch. “Hold your breath, boys!” I called. “We’re going under!”

           Mav giggled as the waves sloshed against the sides of our little boat. “Taking the fight directly to them – I like it!” He taunted a mermaid with the bloody end of his dagger.

            Suddenly we were in the air, then we were slamming into the water with a crazy force. I gasped, bubbles escaping my lips. I kicked to the surface, gulping air as best I could with giggles bursting through. What a rush!

           A strong hand looped around my ankle and yanked me down. The water was icy and clear as day; the mermaid who had hold of me was fuming. Her nails scraped across my arms, leaving trails that stung in the salt water.

           My spear moved slower under water, but it still nicked her rib cage. She screamed when the Dreamshade entered, powerful tail rocketing her away in a rush of bubbles.

           I pushed my way back to the raft. Brody had already righted it once again. He offered me a hand up. “You see Mav?” He searched the surface.

           “Nope.”

           A jolt hit the boat, sending me sprawling over the edge. My spear flew out of my hand, landing near me with a splash. I tried to grab it, but it plummeted to the ocean floor before I could save it. I grimaced. I had really liked that one. It had taken me forever to freeze the Dreamshade and mold it into the tip of my spear.

           Now I was defenseless, and the mermaid who had sent me under was glaring at me. Thankfully, this is the one I had got in the shoulder early. Mav’s dagger stuck out of the side of her tail; I could see his feet as Brody hauled him back onto the raft.

           The mermaid was between me and the boat. My spear was gone. The only plus of the situation was that she was wounded. So what’s my option? How am I going to avoid being eaten by some seriously pissed off merfolk?

           I threw myself into motion, swimming as hard as I could for the shore. My arms ached with every arch; my legs burned with every kick. I could hear the mermaid trying to pursue me. I didn’t dare look back. It would slow me down. I had to count on the Dreamshade slowing her down – even though this was her natural turf…

           No. Can’t think like that.

           I pressed myself harder, barely breathing enough as I tore for the shore.

           The second my knee hit the gritty floor, I shoved myself into a standing position. I sprinted for the beach, wet clothes spraying water droplets onto the ocean like it was raining. The other Lost Boys were waiting, cheering and waving their arms wildly.

           Panting, I jogged until I was completely out of the surf. Then I turned around to look out to sea. My pursuer had given up. Maybe she had become too weak to go on, since Mav and Brody were now calmly paddling to shore.

           “I wasn’t expecting you to survive that dare,” Felix mused as Lost Boys slapped my shoulders in congratulations.

           I grinned and shrugged. “It was easy.”

***

“And then she out-swam the mermaid-”

           “Injured mermaid.” I corrected with a smile. “There’s no way I could’ve done that if she didn’t have Dreamshade in her.”

           Mav rolled his eyes. “Oh, please Y/N.”

           Brody clapped my back. “You’re way too modest. I’ve never seen anyone swim that fast. Ever.”

           Other Lost Boys chimed in. My cheeks warmed up and I lowered my gaze, smiling at my feet. We were sitting around the fire for dinner, filling Pan in on the adventures we had had while he had been away.

           I could feel his green eyes on me, taking in every move I made. “Is this true, Felix?” He asked, not taking his gaze off me for a second.

           “Sure is,” Felix grinned. “Pretty impressive, I must say.”

           Smirking, I rolled my eyes and shoved his shoulder good-naturedly. The rest of the night we ate and danced like every other night. The only difference being that Pan couldn’t take his eyes off me.

***

The next few days were relatively normal. Talk about my escapade against the merfolk eventually died down, switching over to tales being spun about how Felix had tracked the alleged Neverbeast half-way across the island by himself. I was glad that the attention wasn’t focused on me anymore. Mainly because every time somebody would bring it up, Pan would give me this… look. I can’t even begin to describe it.

           Today I decided to go explore by myself. Although I lived for the loud rush of going on crazy adventures with the Lost Boys, sometimes I liked the quiet.

           I found a sturdy willow tree with great limbs that stretched out over a little lagoon. Its surface was glassy; when I crawled up the thick trunk and swung my legs onto a high branch, the water looked like glass.

           I was still sitting there when the branch groaned. “Mind if I join you?” A voice asked, disrupting the quiet so abruptly I nearly fell out of the tree.

           “Hey Pan,” I recovered with a smile. “Not at all. Come on.” I pat the space beside me. He crawled over carefully, sitting close enough that his shoulders nearly touched mine.

           We sat in silence for a moment, listening to the quiet chirps of birds and rustle of wind in the trees. It was nice. Then Pan turned to me. “I’ve been meaning to speak with you.”

           I settled my palms on the bark beneath me. “What about?”

           He stared at me for a long moment. “Can I trust you?” He finally asked. “I believe I can, but I just want to be sure.”

           I wrinkled my nose. “Of course you can trust me, Pan.”

           He pressed his lips into a tight line and nodded. “Okay, then… I want to tell you a secret.”

           “A secret?” I echoed. “All right. I’m all ears.”

           “You have to swear you won’t tell anyone.” His voice became dark and threatening. “I mean it. If you breathe a word of what I tell you to someone, I’ll-”

           “Rip out my heart, yeah yeah yeah.” I rolled my eyes. “Seriously, Pan, you can trust me. I would never betray you like that. Now what’s up?”

           Pan took a deep breath. Then he glanced around at the surrounding area. Then he turned back to me, leaning in close enough for his lips to brush my ear as he whispered, “I can’t swim.”

           I furrowed my eyebrows, pulling back to look at him in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

           He ground his teeth. “I don’t know how to swim.” He spat.

           My eyes widened in understanding, and a small “ohhh” fell from my lips. It seemed a little silly that the King of Neverland, the all-powerful Peter Pan, didn’t know how to swim. But I wasn’t going to tell him that or tease him about it. It seemed like he was really insecure about it.

           Pan licked over his lips. His eyes were wild and darting all around, desperate to look at anything but me as he confessed. “I don’t know how, and usually it doesn’t bother me. If I were to find myself in water, I could use magic to get myself out. But I had this dream the other night – a nightmare. Someone had taken my magic, and I drowned.”

           I listened to his rant patiently. “Well, that was just a dream, Pan.”

           “I know that.”

           I held my palms up. “I’m sure you do. But you didn’t let me finish. Yeah, that was just a dream, but it felt real, didn’t it?”

           He was quiet for a moment, head inclined as he stared intently at the lagoon below us. “Yes,” he admitted. “And that’s why…”

           “Why what?”

           A deep breath. Then, rushed: “I wanted you to teach me. To swim, I mean. I wanted you to teach me how to swim.” He worked at a small hole in the knee of his trousers. “I heard about you out-swimming the mermaid and figured you ought to be pretty good, so I thought you could teach me.”

           “Okay.”

           His neck popped because of how fast his head jerked in my direction. “You’ll do it?”

           “Of course,” I pushed myself off the tree limb, dangling by my hands as I reached to balance my feet on the branch below us. “Let’s do it now.” I landed with a wobble, gripping the new branch tightly. “There’s nobody around to see you, so no one will have to know that you didn’t know.” I climbed down the rest of the way. “It’ll be fine, you’ll see.”

           I pushed off at the end, falling four feet before landing in a crouch. I brushed my hands off, slightly tender from the roughness of the bark. I kicked off my shoes and was about to step into the water when I noticed something.

           Pan was still up in the tree, on the same branch we had been perched on. I couldn’t see his expression well, but I knew he was looking at me since his head was bent.

           I shielded my eyes from the sun as I squinted up at him. “What are you doing?” I called.

           Hesitation. Then… “I’m a tad afraid.”

           A grin broke across my face. “That’s okay. I’ll be right with you the entire time. I won’t let anything bad happen to you, Pan.”

           “I’m unsure about this.”

           “It was your idea in the first place.”

           “Yes, well, it sounded good at the time. Now I’m not so sure…”

           “Oh, come on. It’ll be fun!” I put my hands on my hips. “Get down from there already, you codfish!”

           The air next to me shimmered, and suddenly Pan was standing in front of me, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. “I am not a codfish.” He said sternly.

           I smirked. “Prove it. Last one into the water is definitely a codfish.”

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"I'm gonna be sick" riarkle. I love your drabbles by the way. :)

Prompt taken from this post. Legit wrote this just now so no time for major revisions.

Thank you anon! Sorry this took so long. The first thing I thought of was pregnant!riarkle but I had to figure out a way to make it angsty so it kinda took me forever until today it just hit me so here we are. 

Line of Dialogue Series

In which the sun finally does shine.

Rating T: happy angst (if there is even such a thing)

Words: 1122

I’m gonna be sick.”


She’s awakened by a knee to the stomach. Not by the sunlight streaming through her dusty curtains. She’s forgotten that Maya Hart is a kicker. The forceful stream of air that leaves her mouth is what awakens Maya. Turns out she’s forgotten that Maya is a light sleeper too, a side effect of growing up in a more dangerous part of town.

“I’m so sorry Riles are you okay?” Her voice carries that same careful tone people have been using for the past three weeks. She’s sick of it. Maya extends her hand, probably to rub her stomach but her hand meets Riley’s soft, indented comforter as she rolls out of bed.

“I’m gonna be sick.” Even as she says the words, Riley’s already flinging open the bathroom door, one hand clutched over her mouth, the other on her stomach.

The sound of Maya’s footsteps is drowned out by the violent retching noises she makes as the slice of pizza Maya force fed her yesterday makes an unwelcome appearance. When she’s done Maya wordlessly hands her a cup of mouthwash. It’s been their routine for the last three days. She takes it gratefully and contemplates if swallowing it would kill her. Maya’s waiting for her to spit it out, she does.

She catches sight of herself in the mirror and grimaces. The purple bags under her eyes have bags. Her hair could use a wash, technically it could have used a wash a week ago. The band tee she’s wearing is dribbled with something she hopes is ketchup. Cold dead eyes stare back at her. Resisting the urge to smash the mirror she steps back aware of Maya’s assessing gaze and flushes the orange remains of a mediocre dinner down the drain. Closing the lid she collapses on top of it, resting her head in her hands.

A cold towel is pressed onto her forehead followed by that same careful tone that makes her grind her teeth.

“Honey?” The towel dabs across her sweaty forehead.

“Yes, Peaches?” She answers tiredly.

“Are you sure you’re not pregnant?”

Her eyes snap open and Maya wrings the rag nervously in her hand.

“I mean you guys were…” Maya struggles to find the right word and finally settles on “Intimate.”

“But there’s no way—I’m not.” The universe wasn’t that cruel.

Was it?

“There’s four pregnancy tests under the sink, can you hand me one?” Her voice is so nonchalant you’d think she was asking where the remote was or what time it currently is.

Riley could tell you it’s been exactly 27 days 13 hours 26 minutes and 57 seconds since he left.

27 days 13 hours 26 minutes and 57 seconds since she’s been on autopilot. Her family dubbing her so useless Maya has moved in with her. Temporarily. Even with Maya, their big bed feels empty.

“Why do you…” Maya decides not to ask and reaches under the counter selecting a test. Handing it to Riley she ducks out of the bathroom without another word.

His shampoo still sits next to hers, the black bottle complementing her purple. His razor is still lying where he left it the morning he walked out their front door and never came back.

The pink box is offending in Riley’s hand. The little baby stares up at her. Its eyes are blue, just like his were. Angry, she tears at the box. In the end she’s clutching the plastic device and all that remains of the box is a blue eyeball that mocks her from its position on the tiles below. Tile they’d chosen together.

When she’s done she washes her hands. The test is turned over so she can’t see the plastic window. It won’t matter anyways until the three minutes are up.

Exactly 27 days 13 hours 29 minutes and 57 seconds since Farkle Minkus’ death Riley Matthews discovers she is pregnant.

Maya finds her crying on the floor, clutching the pregnancy test to her chest. She’s a mess there’s no other way around it. Maya pulls her into her arms and cries with her. She cries over the loss of one of her best friends. Riley cries because Farkle Minkus will never experience the joy of being a father.

“We were trying to get pregnant.” She finally tells Maya. “That’s why I have those pregnancy tests. It was going to be a surprise for everyone.” Fiddling with the test she stares at the bright pink plus sign. “Farkle went out and bought a months’ worth of pregnancy tests. I’d do one every day while he waited outside and banged on the door.” This was the first time since his death that she could look back on any memory fondly. “He wanted it so bad I had to kick him out because he wanted to watch me pee.”

“What a weirdo,” Maya sniffled.

“He was.” Riley agreed. “But he was my weirdo. I haven’t taken one since he…” Riley takes a deep breath, “I guess I’d given up on it.” She’d given up on so many things. She’d shut herself off from her family. Slammed the door on all her friends. Maya had convinced her not to quit her job and instead she was on a leave of absence. “But now,” she places her hand over her womb, “I have something to live for.”

Maya’s pale hand covers her own, “Now, Farkle has someone to live through.”

Riley’s eyes shine bright with tears, happy unshed tears. And Maya appreciates the difference from the fat sorrowful tears Riley cried herself to sleep with last night. They sit together, hands clasped until Maya breaks the silence.

“Go take a shower Peaches,” she crinkles up her nose. “You stink.”

There’s a war cry and the two 25 year olds wrestle on the vibrant orange tile. It’s been exactly 27 days 13 hours 44 minutes and 13 seconds since Riley laughed like that. And she’ll be damned if the sun didn’t shine a little brighter that day.

Exactly 8 months 7 hours 56 minutes and 35 seconds since Farkle Minkus’ death Riley Matthews gives birth to Ethan Farkle Matthews Minkus.

There’s a tuft of brown hair peeking out from underneath his green cap (Zay and Isadora gave her an hour long lecture on gender roles) that clashes with what Stuart assures her are going to be blue eyes. Ethan kicks happily in her arms, oblivious of all the adults crammed into the tiny little room.

“Mommy’s here.” She whispers down at his pink little face. A beam of sunlight shines through the hospital window falling onto Ethan. The baby raises a tiny covered fist trying to shield himself from the light. Riley smiles, “And so is Daddy.”

I couldn't stay away (Matt Espinosa)

Y/N’s POV

“y/n come on! you can’t stay in your room forever! plus, you used to love these parties, all your friends will be there, you will have fun! I promise” my best friend Kristen nagged me. You see, the past couple of weeks haven’t been easy, me and my boyfriend Matt recently broke up, in a way that included screaming, crying, slamming doors, and more. There was no doubt that I still love him, but obviously if he can’t trust me to go out without cheating on him, he doesn’t feel the same way, so I decided to move on, easier said then done I guess.

“ I’m sorry Kristen I’m just not feeling up for it” I sighed, did I mention I was also fighting to keep myself from flipping out and having a panic attack?

“y/n you never feel up for things anymore, please just one night, then I will let you go back to your room and sulk for another month.” she smirked at me. I twiddled with my thumbs and looked around the room, trying to think of something that could get me out of this situation, but in the end, we all new she was going to drag me there anyway.

“fine, but I don’t want to stay long ok? I already feel like I’m going to throw up” I rubbed my head.

“y/n you and I both know thats the anxiety talking, you’ll be fine, its not like its a huge frat party with drunk people and drugs, its just a little get together with some old friends, its no big deal” she smiled at me.

So with that I started getting ready, applying only a little make up and and not really dressing to impress seeing this is people I’m comfortable with. I put on my converse and walked out the door, getting into the passenger seat of Kristen’s car.

When we got there I was actually pretty excited, I saw some faces that I haven’t seen in a while and I got to catch up with some new people to. Everything was going way better then I could ever hope for, no anxiety, no nerves, just a good time with some friends, until I saw him, Matt.

His eyes locked with mine and I swear I could feel my stomach drop, I turned in the opposite direction to find Kristen. I found her finally in the kitchen

“hey girly are you having- y/n whats wrong” kristen pulled me aside

“ he’s here” tears welled in my eyes “ Kristen Matt is here, he saw me, we need to leave” I frantically explained to her. My stomach felt empty and I thought for a second that I would pass out

“ y/n ok hold on, everything is going to be ok, we can leave” she soothed me

“ I can’t breathe” I choked out

Kristen grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd and up the stair case, Matts eyes never leaving me. We went into a spare bedroom and I sat down on the bed, tears already beginning to stream down my face as kristen locked the door.

“y/n its ok, this is just anxiety, you’ve been through this before, you can beat it” she held my hand

I tried taking deep breathes but just choked on my sobs

“I can’t do this” I stood up 

“y/n please try” she tried to sit me back down.

then there was a knock at the door

“y/n can I come in” 

Matt

“ Matt, seriously this is not the time” Kristen yelled

“ make it stop!” more and more tears came and I thought that I would never be able to calm down now.

“Kristen please let me in, I can help her, I used to help her get through it all the time.” Matt pleaded through the door

“Matt you may make it worse” Kristen pulled at her hair

“I just want to try, I can’t stand for her to be in so much pain”

Kristen sighed and ran and unlocked the door, Matt running in.

Matt’s POV

I ran over to y/n and cupped her face and wiped her tears away with my thumb, but more replaced them.

“y/n baby its ok, your fine, breathe with me”

“I-I can’t-t” she gripped my shirt as I lead her to sit on the bed, I kneeled in front of her taking her small shaky hands in mine

“yes you can, come on I will do it with you, 10 seconds in 10 seconds out” I rubbed up and down her arm

I started the breathing exercise and she tried to join in but kept choking on her breathes 

“Maaaaatttt” she whimpered

I cupped her face in my hands “ y/n, look at me” her eyes focusing on mine “you can do this, I know you can, this will pass, it always does, please try” I continued to lead her through the breathing and eventually it calmed her down

By now y/n was curled up on my lap, her face in my neck, soft sniffles every now and then as I held her close, rubbing her back and whispering sweet nothings in her ear until her soft breathes filled the room, knowing she was asleep.

“Matt I’m sorry I didn’t let you in sooner, its just that-” kristen began

“Hey, its ok, you don’t have to apologize, I completely understand, you wanted to protect her” I whispered so I wouldn’t wake y/n “do you want to take her home so-”

“Matt, you take her to your place” kristen smiled “its obvious who she needs right now”

I nodded, thanking her as I carried y/n out of the house and into the passenger seat of my car

When we got to my apartment I placed y/n down on my bed, tucking her in and kissed her forehead, I was about to walk out when I felt a small hand on my wrist, I turned around

“please stay” y/n whispered, her eyes remaining closed.

I pulled my shirt over my head and crawled under the covers, y/n’s arms then laced around me, her head buried in my chest, I held her close, kissing the top of her head.

“why did you help me?” she mumbled

“I couldn’t stay away”

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Thank you so much for reading! 

PART 2??????

amymbythesea-deactivated2017060  asked:

62. Oh, and you’re really living it up, with your no-dressing salads and your ten P.M. bedtime, aren’t you? And 91. It’s not supposed to fit like that.

@xfile-cabinetx also requested 91.


Scully wakes to a quiet whimpering from the corner of her bedroom.  She’s just starting to reach for her bedside light when she remembers what the baby book says: no bright lights for nighttime feedings or diaper changes, to avoid the baby waking up any more than he absolutely has to, thus enforcing his natural circadian rhythm.  She’s feeling around on the floor by her bed for her slippers when William whimpers again… but this time, it’s immediately followed by a soft voice.

“Hey, none of that,” Mulder whispers tenderly, just as he has every time the baby’s started fussing in the past two weeks.  Scully’s trying hard not to take it personally that, barring the times William is hungry, Mulder seems to be better at soothing the baby than she is.  "I know I don’t have what you’re after, Buddy, but what do you say we get you all cleaned up before we wake your mom, okay?“  Scully smiles softly and lies back down against the headboard, waiting patiently for Mulder to finish changing William’s diaper and bring him to her to feed.

William gives a long, plaintive cry, and Mulder shushes him.  Scully hears the sound of the dirty diaper being deposited in the diaper pail, and she sleepily hopes that Mulder got the clean one on correctly.  There’s been one incident of an improperly-fastened tab causing a disaster of epic proportions, and she’d rather not have a repeat performance of that, especially not on her bed, with its clean sheets that just came out of the wash this afternoon.  

"Hang on, Will,” Mulder whispers.  "I can’t get this thing snapped back up if you don’t stop wiggling.“  A pause, then a quiet sound of triumph from Mulder, and another whimper from William.  "Okay, Buddy,” says Mulder, and in the dim light from the window, Scully sees him carefully lifting William from the changing table and cradling him in his arms.  "Time for a midnight snack, okay?“  He turns to the bed, and smiles when he sees Scully watching him.

"I must have slept right through him crying,” she says, as Mulder approaches.

“Nah, I was awake,” he says.  He bends and places the infant in her arms, then crosses to the empty side of the bed and stretches out.  "I got to him before he cranked it up to top volume.“

"I’m sure the neighbors appreciate that,” Scully says.  She unbuttons her pajama top and brings William to her breast, getting him latched on with relative ease, compared to the fumbling the poor baby had had to endure for the first few days of his life.  Mulder watches in fascination as his son nurses, reaching out to stroke his downy head.  He looks up, sees Scully watching him, and smiles softly at her.

“If you’d told me a year ago that one day, I’d find your breasts even more amazing than I already did, I never would have believed it,” he comments, and she rolls her eyes.  Looking back down at William, her glance catches on the row of buttons down his front and down the insides of his legs.

“Mulder, what on earth did you do to his sleeper?” she asks.  "It’s not supposed to fit like that.“  Mulder squints at the sleeper in the dark.

"Like what?” he asks.

“The buttons, Mulder,” she says.  "You missed half the buttons on the front, and somehow or other, you’ve managed to snap his legs together.“

"That thing has at least fifty snaps, Scully,” Mulder protests.  "At this hour, with the room this dark, you should just be impressed I managed to get his arms in his sleeves and his legs in his pants, instead of the other way around.“  

"Can you fix it, please?” Scully asks.  "I’d need both hands to do it.“  Mulder crawls across the bed and, crouching next to her, carefully corrects the snaps on William’s pajamas, then settles down against the headboard, leaning against Scully’s shoulder.  She rests her cheek on the top of his head.

"I’ve been thinking, Scully,” he says, after a moment.  "Wouldn’t it be better, easier for you, if I were here to do this every time William wakes up in the middle of the night?  Wouldn’t you get more sleep that way?“

"Probably,” says Scully warily.  "Are you suggesting you stay here every night?“

"Well….”  Mulder looks nervous, which Scully can’t help but find adorable.  "There’s not much point to me going home during the day, is there?  If I’m already here all night?“

"Mulder,” asks Scully, “are you asking me if you can move in?”

“Look at it this way, Scully,” says Mulder, sitting up, his face earnest.  "I hardly need sleep anyway, so I’m the perfect person to help you take care of a newborn.  I can change Will’s diaper and bring him to you, just like tonight, and when he gets bigger and you start using that scary-looking pump in the hall closet, I can even give him a bottle so you don’t have to wake up at all.  I can hang out with him during the day if you need to nap or run an errand, or I can run your errands for you, or… or whatever you need.“  He gives her a brash, teasing grin.  "Plus, somebody’s gonna have to be around to teach the kid to let loose and party once in awhile.”

“Have you done much partying lately, Mulder?” asks Scully, eyebrows raised.

“Oh, and you’re really living it up, with your no-dressing salads and your ten P.M. bedtime, aren’t you?” quips Mulder, and she glares at him.

“I’m almost certain the ranch dressing I put on my salad for lunch on Monday was directly responsible for the marathon screaming we endured that night,” she says.  "It clearly upset his stomach.  And I’m only going to bed early because he’s going to bed early, and I need as much sleep as possible.“

"But that’s exactly what I mean, Scully,” says Mulder.  "You’ll get more sleep if I’m here, sharing the responsibilities.  And besides….“  His gaze softens as he looks back and forth between her and William.  "I want to be around you guys.  I miss you both whenever I go back to my apartment.”  He reaches out and strokes Scully’s cheek tenderly.  "I feel like this is where I’m supposed to be.  With you.  You guys are my family, Scully, and I don’t want to miss a single second of this.“

Scully feels as though her heart might burst, just from the way he’s looking at her.  At both of them.  He’d been gone for so long, and she’d spent months believing him dead, lost to her forever… and then her joy at his survival had turned into pain and worry when he hadn’t known how to act around her, how to handle his impending fatherhood.

The way he’s looking at them now, all of that fear and uncertainty might as well never have happened.  

William has finished feeding, and Scully buttons up her shirt and stands, propping the baby over her shoulder to burp him.  She crosses the bedroom and settles him into his bassinet, then turns to look at Mulder, still sitting on the bed, watching her anxiously.

"So what do you think?” he asks.

“I think….”  She smiles.  "I think we’ll need to rearrange the living room a little if we want to make room for your fish.“  Mulder’s face breaks out in a wide, beaming grin, and he vaults up off of the bed and strides over to the bassinet to wrap her in his arms.

"Your fish, too, now,” he says.  "I’m more than willing to share custody.“  Scully laughs.  Together, they turn to the bassinet, looking down at William, who has drifted off to sleep again.  "Look at him, Scully,” Mulder whispers, squeezing her to himself and resting his cheek on the top of her head.  "Look at what we did.“

Home Sweet Home

Jungkook x Reader 

Author: Ki

Word Count: 1,284

Genre: Fluff

Requested by: Anon

A soft buzz caught your attention, ripping it away from the pile of clothes that were sitting on your bed. You picked up your phone and unlocked it, seeing that the message was from none other than your neighbor and best friend, Jungkook.

From: Kookie

Are you still coming to the movies tonight?

A frown slipped onto your face as you looked around the room, observing its current state. Unfolded clothes were covering your bed and various types of studying books were sprawled across your floor. Other odds and ends had to tied up, also. You picked up your phone and quickly opened up his contact, calling the male so you could converse while you worked.

“Hey.” Jungkook’s voice rang through the other side of the line. “Did you get my text?”

“Yeah, about that…”

“Uh oh.” Jungkook sighed, making your lips purse.

“My parents said I can’t go if my room isn’t clean. “

“Y/n! I thought you said you were cleaning it the other day!” You could overhear the sound of him flopping back onto his bed.

“I was! Well, until I ended up getting in a six hour video call with Hobi. But, it’s going to get done. Better late than never, right?” You chuckle was enough to break the frown that had formed upon Jungkook’s face.

“I guess. I’ll come over to help, if you want.” Helping each other around the house had turned into a common occurrence for you and the young male.  If anything, him helping you with small chores and  you helping him clean up the leftovers of one of his brother’s parties before their parents got home had managed to strengthen your bond as friends.

“That would be nice, yeah.”

“Good, because I would have came over anyway. I’m dying of boredom over here. Plus, the thought of you not being at the movies and me dealing with the seven hyungs is killing me.” You chuckled lightly, picking up a tank top and folding it in your lap. “I’ll be there in a few.” With that, you ended the call and continued with your chores.

It was only a matter of minutes before you heard the doorbell ring downstairs, causing you to get up and rush down the steps, in hope that you could get to the door before your mother.  Sadly, she had beat you to it. When you reached the end of the staircase, your mother was holding open the front door to speak to Jungkook.

“Jungkook, I’m not sure if you’re aware, but y/n isn’t allowed to go out until her room is done.” Jungkook just gave your mother a large smile and nodded his head.

“I know. I’m here to make sure she gets it done.”  Your mother’s lips pursed as she looked back and forth between the two of you for a moment.

“Alright, if you say so. Just make sure you let me see it before you leave, alright?” She stepped to the side, allowing Jungkook to step inside. Without wasting another moment, you and Kookie headed up the steps and went into your room, closing the door.

“Ew, it’s a mess in here.” His face scrunched up as he went further into the room.

“It’s not even that bad, shut up.” You playfully pushed him, rolling your eyes and sitting down on your bed. While you focused on folding the clothes, Jungkook began to pick up the objects that were on the floor. Silence seemed to overlap the room, the two of you hard at work.

After you had finished the laundry, you looked up to check up on Jungkook’s progress. He was currently sitting on the floor, attempting to put your textbooks back into your backpack in an organized fashion. You couldn’t help but smile at his current facial expression, your heartbeat quickening when you realized you had been staring at him.

To be completely honest, this had been happening for awhile now. You often found little things about Jungkook would cause your heart to flutter and your cheeks to glow a bright pink. But, in the end, you decided not to disturb him and go onto shoving things into your closet.

It wasn’t until you heard Jungkook’s voice, that you looked at him again. You were mildly confused to see him with an opened binder on his lap, his head tilted sideways as he looked up at you.

“Y/n-ah. Why do these have my name on it?” He held up a stack of letters, his name sprawled across the envelopes in your handwriting. Your cheeks felt as if they were set ablaze upon seeing this, the familiar feeling of your heart suddenly transforming into a hummingbird. As much as you wanted to go over and snatched the letters from his grip, you body refused to move. Instead, you simply watched him open the first letter, his dark brown eyes skimming the words that were written inside.

It seemed as if fate had already sealed a deal with your future, because the exact note he happened to pick up was once you recently wrote. You remembered the last line clearly, I think I’m in love.

After what seemed like a forever of heart-breaking silence, you finally managed to find your voice.

“Jungkook…I understand if you want to leave now or if you don’t want to help me-” Jungkook suddenly looked up at you, that childish grin you grew to appreciate wide upon his face.

“I had no idea you felt this way about me.” His eyes fixed on the floor while he stood up, stretching the back of his neck.

“Pretty dumb of me, huh?” The look on Jungkook’s face contorted, looking at you shock before turning back to a sheepish look.

“Well, it must be dumb of me to like you back then.” Your eyes grew wide as you quickly jumped in to erase your previous statement.

“I was talking about the love letters! Not the fact that they were to you, but because I was expressing my feelings with a pen instead of plainly telling you how I felt an-” It wasn’t until now that his words registered inside of your brain.“Wait…you like me back?” Kookie nodded, the grin on his face warming your insides.

“Yeah, I do.”

“For how long now?”

“A few months.” It sadden you that your feelings for him had lasted a few years, and his were fairly new, but the sight of pink tinting his cheeks made the sorrow disappear.

The feeling of warmth spreading throughout your lips made you blink and pull yourself out of you thoughts. For a mere second, you were startled to see Jungkook was standing so close to you, his rough lips pressed against yours in a sweet kiss.  

“Y/n, are you two done ye-” The sound of your mother’s voice caused the two of you to pull away. Jungkook’s eyes were adverted to the carpet below. Meanwhile, you looked at your mom with a very sheepish expression. The corners of her lips turned up into a smile a soft giggle escaped from her mouth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt things. I’ll be going now.” With that, she quickly shut the door and the two of you were alone once again. During this time, Jungkook had fished his phone out of his pocket and read that 200 texts that he received in the course of an hour.

“Let’s, uh, finish cleaning up so we can go. Jimin is blowing up my phone.” With a wordless nod and the tips of your ears as hot as a teapot, you got back to work.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I really love your writing and I don't know if you accept prompts at the moment but whenever you have time could please write one where Bellamy and Clarke's son/daughter get away with everything on the camp because they're Clarke and Bellamy's kid, like it can be with Wick, or Raven, or Sinclair or Kane but they love then too much to stay mad at them! (you decide if it's a boy or a girl) I'll love you forever if you write this <3 thanks in advance!

this took an obscene amount of time and I’m so sorry but I hope you like it!

“Shit, Ellie! Watch your hands!” 

Wick springs up from behind his workbench and grabs Aurelia’s hand before it can touch the hot metal rod cooling on the table. She looks up at him with her big blue eyes and bats her eyelashes, an adorable grin spreading across her chubby cheeks. 

Wick sighs and rubs a hand over his face. “Jesus, kid. Do you know what your mommy and daddy would do to me if you got hurt on my watch?”

“Would you watch your mouth?” Raven snaps from across the room. Then she looks to the five year old and she softens. “Come sit with Aunt Raven, okay, Ellie? Do you want to talk to the baby?” [AO3]

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