quietly tries to figure out how

“You know, I envy you so much.” she said.

“Why?” he suddenly looked at her face and asked.

“Maybe because you were so good at hiding things. You were so excellent at pulling all the feelings you have inside. That no matter how hard I tried to look for it, there’s nothing else to see. I mean, there’s nothing I can find so easily. Or maybe, you’re not really hiding something away from me.” she said as if her eyes were trying to figure out something.

He smiled sadly as he quietly uttered, “There’s nothing to be envious about.” he stopped for a second and looked at her.

Then, he said, “I wasn’t good at hiding. Honestly, I even showed you everything I can just to make you happy. Yes…it’s actually true. That I am not hiding anything away from you. Maybe…maybe you were just looking for something else.” he looked away from her and finally pulled out his heart and said, “Something that you hadn’t seen and will never see in me.”

—  ma.c.a // You stare at everything but Me

episode two :: Yuri realizes, suddenly and terribly, he might be a little bit in love.  

Victor doesn’t even try to go to sleep.  He just lays in bed with his laptop, watching the thirty-seven takes of Yuuri trying to get “hi, I’m Yuuri Katsuki, and I’m the Bachelor” out of his mouth.

Don’t they know who I am?” Yuuri slurs on screen.  

Yuuri, you have to put the champagne bottle down, you have to pretend to be sober,” Phichit says off camera, all authority gone from his voice.  He’s trying not to laugh.

Phichit,” Yuuri says, and he takes a big swig from the bottle, bubbles pouring down both sides of his lips. “You can’t tell me what to do.  I’m Yuuri Katsuki, and I’m the motherfucking Bachelor.

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I Got You On My Mind [Part 4]

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

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Summary: After your memory loss, adjusting back to normal life has been difficult. Luckily, Jungkook is always there for you. Still, something seems off about him, and you just can’t understand why.

Word count: 2k words

Originally posted by jungxook

“Oh yeah, I’m being discharged tomorrow,” you told Jungkook, who was pushing your wheelchair through the hospital. He insisted that you needed a change of scenery. “My parents are going to pick me up and drive me back to my apartment.”

“I-I guess it’s too early for the ‘meet the parents’ thing, right?” Jungkook stammered, uncharacteristically nervous. “Unless you want me to. Like, I don’t mind if–”

“Chill, Jungkook,” you laughed, cutting his off his rambling. “I think they’re more worried about my brain damage than any soulmate business.”

“The doctors said you’ll recover your memories though, right?” Jungkook asked, worry lining his words. “Your memory loss won’t be permanent or recurring?”

“They said my memories will come back slowly,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly. “But most of the time, the memories will have to be triggered by something. They also told me I might have short-term memory issues for the next little while.”

“That seriously sucks,” Jungkook said. “If you need any help with anything, just let me know. I don’t really know how I’d be useful, but don’t hesitate.”

“We’re not in the same department,” you snorted, turning to peer up at your soulmate who was both familiar and foreign in this instant. “This is gonna make school so difficult. I’ve forgotten nearly three months worth of content!”

“Maybe take the semester off?” Jungkook suggested. “Amnesia is a pretty valid reason. Have you talked at all to the university?”

“No,” you groaned, sinking into the wheelchair. “I don’t want to think about responsibilities right now. Just marvelling in the fact I’m still alive and kicking.”

A silence fell between you and Jungkook as he pushed you through a more crowded area of the hospital. You noticed a few younger visitors visibly gape at Jungkook, then glare at you jealously as you rolled by.

You agreed with them–how was Jungkook so damn good-looking? You hit the soulmate jackpot, for sure. Still, even if he looked different, you didn’t doubt that you would like him just the same.

“You know, it’s pretty crazy,” you blurted out unthinkingly. “I’ve been talking to you my entire life, and I always thought meeting you would feel like meeting an old friend. But honestly, you’re a total mystery to me right now. Maybe it’s because of the memory loss, or maybe other people feel this way, too.”

“No, I know what you mean,” Jungkook responded quietly, trying to figure out how to express his thoughts properly. “It’s just…we have an idea of who our soulmate is in our heads. When they’re not exactly that person, it’s kind of confusing.”

“And I’m sure there’s a lot of stuff we still don’t know about each other,” you agreed. “Honestly, I tried to make myself seem a lot better than I am.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jungkook laughed, though it sounded a bit off. You brushed it off as embarrassment. “Didn’t want to disappoint you.”

You turned your head and looked up into Jungkook’s eyes. “You couldn’t have disappointed me Jungkook, really. I’m just happy to finally meet you,” you replied, giving him a small smile. “And it’s kinda paradoxical, isn’t it? Disliking your own soulmate. Weren’t we, like, made to like each other?”

“I guess,” Jungkook said, staring ahead unwaveringly. He pushed you down another hallway, which led to the cafeteria. You only knew because of the wafting smell of hearty food was growing stronger by the second. “But nothing’s ever that simple.”

“Don’t I know it,” you sighed, laughing a little in spite of yourself. You turned the corner into the bustling cafeteria, the noise of the crowds deafening compared to the near-silent, depressing halls of the hospital.

“Want to grab something to eat?” Jungkook asked, the heaviness of your conversation vanishing before you could even blink. “I was going to grab something for myself, too.”

“Sure, I’ll have whatever you’re having,” you agreed. Out of habit, you reached down to pat your pockets for your wallet. “Oh shit, I don’t have any money on me. Don’t worry about it, then.”

“It’s cool, it’ll be my treat,” Jungkook said. When you turned to look at him, he was giving you a lopsided smile.

“Then, is this our first date?” you asked cheekily, delighting in the way Jungkook’s cheek burned. You never expected that a guy like Jungkook, with this terrible fuckboy persona, would be so easily flustered.

“If you want it to be, sure,” Jungkook answered, coughing into his hand awkwardly. You just laughed, and Jungkook pushed you forward wordlessly.

Life at home after getting discharged made staying in the hospital seem like an amusement park. After being sentenced to bedrest by your parents–and having Jieun enforce it with an iron fist–you spent your days bored out of your mind.

In only one week, you had binge-watched three shows, reread all of your course notes (and they didn’t help you remember anything), and read more manga that you had ever read before in your entire life.

You were positively itching to get outside and do something, but what bothered you the most was that you hadn’t talked to Jungkook since your “first date.” When you had gotten home, you jumped to charge your dead phone, which miraculously hadn’t been destroyed in the accident. But when the device finally charged, you soon realized that you had no way of contacting Jungkook.

For some reason, his phone number wasn’t saved in your contacts. Even though Jungkook had said you had met before, apparently you hadn’t exchanged numbers. That seemed very strange to you.

When you asked Jieun about it, she just shrugged the question off. She said your situation was a bit complicated, but that she’d have to leave it up to you and Jungkook. But Jieun did say that she would mention it to him when she saw him at school next.

Sighing, you reached for your phone beside you. It was still early in the morning. Time had lost all meaning to you, since you spent every moment of the day trapped in your apartment. A bit bitterly, you watched your friends’ Snapchat stories and longed to return to normal daily life.

Suddenly, your phone began buzzing. You dropped it in surprise, and it landed on your nose. The impact stung, and you cursed, reaching clumsily for the phone. You saw an unflattering picture of Jieun illuminate the screen. Eventually, you were able to answer.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, rubbing your hand against your sore nose.

“Y/N, I’m so fucking stupid!” Jieun practically screamed. Wincing, you held your phone away from your ear. “I know you shouldn’t be moving around, but I need you to come to the university right now. I’m working on a group project that’s due in two hours and a bunch of our files got corrupted. I have some stuff backed up on my laptop, which I left at home like an idiot!”

“Don’t worry, I can bring it to you,” you reassured quickly. “I won’t fall into traffic on the way there. It’s like a ten minute walk, so don’t worry.”

“Just don’t strain yourself, okay?” Jieun ordered, the panic still evident in her voice. “Don’t go to quickly and look both ways!”

“Hey, only I can make fun of myself,” you quipped, pulling yourself out from underneath the covers. “I’ll be over soon, I just need to get dressed.”

“Okay, see you soon. Thank you so much, Y/N,” Jieun said, and the both of you said your goodbyes before you disconnected the call.

You glanced down at your pyjama bottoms and at the thick cast over your right leg. Changing pants would be a battle for another day. Unsteadily, you stood up and balanced your weight on your unbroken leg. You reached for the crutches leaning against the wall beside you and tucked them underneath your arms.

As quickly as you could (which was not very quick), you had thrown on a clean shirt and a jacket. Your hair was a mess, so you shoved on a beanie to disguise the tangled frizz. With Jieun’s securely laptop in your backpack, you began the trek to school. Suddenly, the journey seemed incredibly long.

When you finally arrived on campus, you were panting lightly and sweating. You made your way into the music building, relatively unfamiliar with its layout. You detached yourself from one of your crutches and reached into your pocket for your phone. Quickly you sent Jieun a text letting you know you were here.

There were a few benches in the foyer, so once you hobbled over to them, you set your bag down lightly and placed your crutches against the benches. Flopping down, you discreetly tried to massage your sore armpits.

But you were glad to finally be out of the apartment. The fresh air made you feel infinitely better.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice called. Your head whipped around in the direction of the voice. Jungkook a few meters away from you, looking as dark and intimidating as ever. His wide-eyed expression kind of ruined the image though. “What are you doing here?”

“Jieun forgot her laptop at home,” you replied, pointing to the backpack at your feet, as Jungkook made his way toward you.

“Shouldn’t you be at home?” he questioned, stopping when he was standing in front of you. You craned your neck to at him properly. “Is it okay for you to be walking around so soon?”

“Please, don’t get started on that,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. “My parents and Jieun are unbearable. I’ve been lying in bed doing nothing all week.”

“You know, that honestly sounds like heaven,” Jungkook joked. “I’m so swamped right now. I haven’t slept in days.”

You inspected Jungkook more closely. His eyes were ringed by purplish dark circles, but they were hardly noticeable. How unfair–he always looked good.

“Hey, why haven’t you talked to me all week?” you asked suddenly, narrowing your eyes at Jungkook suspiciously.

“I was meaning to call or text or something, but I don’t have your number,” Jungkook answered sheepishly, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly. “Didn’t know how to ask for it, since you haven’t been around campus lately.”

“Why’s that, though?” you continued, glancing down at your feet. “I mean–you said we met before. Why didn’t we keep in contact?”

“W-well, we did meet, but it wasn’t a proper conversation,” Jungkook explained stutteringly. “It wasn’t under the most normal circumstances, but–”

“Y/N!” Jieun’s loud voice suddenly interrupted. She burst into the foyer, looking absolutely frazzled. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, and you were pretty sure there were coffee stains on her shirt. “Thank god!”

Your friend ran over to you and practically dove for your backpack. She grabbed her laptop and hugged it tightly against her chest.

“Thank you so much. I’m so sorry I made you come all the way here,” Jieun cried, sounding frantic still. “Are you okay? Sore anywhere? Go home right away, okay? You need to rest. And please don’t tell your parents!”

“Oh my god, I’m fine Jieun,” you whined. “I think I can handle walking for, like, two minutes.”

“I just don’t want anything to happen!” Jieun insisted, stomping her foot childishly. “We’re speeding up the recovery process by being extra careful!”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. Go work on your project and try not to fail.”

“I will,” Jieun replied. “I’ll bring dinner on my way home.” She turned, only spotting Jungkook for the first time. Her eyes narrowed and she frowned slightly. “Jungkook.”

“Jieun,” he replied, just as shortly.

You looked between the two of them, wondering why there was so much tension. It looked like they were having a silent conversation, and you hated not knowing what was going on. You had the suspicion they were hiding something from you–but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out what, exactly.

Eventually, Jieun just nodded and strode away, leaving Jungkook with a tight expression. Visibly, you could see Jungkook try to shake away the tension, his jaw unclenching. When he turned back to you, his features were schooled.

“Give me your phone,” Jungkook said, reaching out his hand and smiling softly. “I’ll add my number.”

- Girl in Luv

Okay, so this one was a bit filler-y. Originally I had planned to make this one angsty too, but I figured you guys could use the respite. Also, it would have been like 4k words and it’s like 2:30AM and this girl needs to sleep. Anyway, stay tuned!! Thanks as always for reading, and I hope you all enjoyed. Your replies and reblogs/tags are so cute I read them all 💛💛💛💛

Early Morning

Summary: Lance seems to have found his soft spot, thanks to you.

Pairing: Lance Tucker x reader

Warnings: Language; very vague mentions of physical domestic abuse

Word Count: 2,650 (sorry)

A/N: Here is my entry for @marvelous-fvcks’ writing challenge! My prompt was “Stay here tonight.” Note: flashback is set aside, in italics. Hopefully you all enjoy some more soft, caring Lance, because he’s my favorite. | masterlist

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

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BTS Reaction To: After A One Night Stand.

-Request: I was wondering if you could do a react to bts waking up and their reaction to the reader still being there after their one night stand. Also I LOVED the react you did from my other request thank you so much!!-

I’m glad you liked it! :)


When Jin woke up to see you beside him after the sinful night you both shared, he felt slightly shocked. He was shocked with himself that he even had a one night stand as it wasn’t his type of thing, however he didn’t regret it one bit. Seeing you beside him with your eyes closed just made him smile.

Although it was a one night stand and you both barely knew each other, he couldn’t help but feel something towards you, even if it sounded silly.

But soon enough, Jin found himself completely embarrassed as he muttered out “adorable” whilst looking at you, which caused you to wake up.

“Whatever you just heard - wasn’t me.”

Originally posted by seokjins-wings


When Yoongi opened his eyes, he saw you sleeping peacefully, with his arms wrapped around your waist. Yoongi didn’t know what to do - either yank his arms away from you, resulting in you waking up, or to keep his arms around you, liking the warmth you gave.

He decided to keep his arms around you, snuggling closer to you and resting his forehead against yours, closing his eyes so he could fall back to sleep again and savour the moment with you.

When you did wake up, however, you tried quietly getting out of his bed so you wouldn’t wake him, but Yoongi awoke to your movements.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Oh, um.. I figured I should leave.. I should probably get out of your way.”

Yoongi just shrugged. “You don’t have to. I mean, you can, but you aren’t bothering me or anything.”

This man just wants you to stay but he doesn’t know how to do it without coming off as creepy just save him okay.

Originally posted by jeonbase


Namjoon had a few one night stands in his past, and all of them he regretted, but with you, it was different. He couldn’t quite grasp onto his feelings, but all he knew was that he was happy to see you lying next to him.

Namjoon waited until you would awake, using that time to plan out the conversation he would soon have with you in his head, but he found that his mind went completely blank when you sat up in his bed.

“Uh-hi, are you feeling okay?” He asked, as he knew you was very drunk last night, and he wondered if you was suffering from a hangover.

“I have a head-ache, but I think I’ll be alright.” You awkwardly laughed.

“I’ll get you some medicine tablets, then we can talk after, okay?”

You nodded, smiling faintly at his kindness.

Originally posted by namseok


Hoseok didn’t know what to do. Seeing you by his side left him speechless, and he couldn’t even articulate or form any sentences in his own head to describe how he felt. He was happy - of course - but he didn’t want to be because it was a one nightstand, and nothing else (well so he thought.)

Once you woke up, Hoseok asked you if you wanted anything to drink, to which you responded with “I’m okay, thank you.”

Hoseok suddenly had so many spiralling thoughts in his head, wanting to voice them but not knowing how to. He wanted to thank you for the incredible night, but he just couldn’t.

It was weird and insane to even him how he liked you already, only knowing you from last night.

“If you want anything, I can get it for you. It’s really no problem.”

Hoseok was just trying to be chill about everything but he was really screaming inside.

Originally posted by mygukie


Taehyung stared at you, admiring how beautiful he thought you looked while resting, and he told himself that he was lucky to even be in the presence of you. Taehyung was more than happy to cuddle with you until you would wake up.

Your eyes opened and Tae smiled at you faintly. “Hi, you okay?”

You smiled back at him, nodding. 

“I guess we should talk about last night, right?” Taehyung questioned.

Taehyung didn’t want you to leave, and he decided he should confess to you about how he felt. He felt nervous but little did he know, you felt the exact same way as him.

Originally posted by 4cyphers


Jimin was extremely sweet about the whole situation. After waking up with you in his embrace, he got out of his bed ever so carefully, not wanting to wake you up. He ran downstairs to his kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with cold water for you. He even made you a quick snack for when you woke up.

He entered the bedroom once again to see you waking up, you stretching your arms out wide. Jimin smiled at you.

“Hey, I made you something to eat if you want it.”

As you ate the food, he sat down beside you on his bed, feeling extremely nervous. He thought for a little while before speaking, and it turned out you both talked for a lot longer than expected, you even leaving with his phone number after.

Originally posted by minblush


Jungkook didn’t hesitate to say how he felt about you once you had woke up. He wanted to get across his feelings to you because he knew if he didn’t say anything, he would regret it. Jungkook bonded with you as you both went to the same club, so it lead you both to talk on many occasions. But last night you both had too much to drink, and it lead you both to crawl into bed together.

“I know that last night happened because we were both drunk but I don’t regret it at all.”

His confession shocked you, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you felt the same way.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

This is really bad sorry :(


Summary: Heyy can you do the prompt line number 3 with Isaac?? Or any character is fine, pleaseee 🙈


Paring: Brett Talbot x Reader

A/N: I used Brett, I hope you don’t mind. I’m just still upset about the whole thing and I’m in my Talbot feels. Amanda Katzenburg is not real, i just made her up.

Disclaimer: Nothing really… 

By midnight Beacon Hills, vaguely turned into a ghost town. The shops had closed, and it was only every other twenty minutes that a car would pass by. Illuminating the areas with their headlights before disappearing and leaving the streets to fall back in the complete and utter darkness. People were home asleep, getting a nights rest for the next morning. However, there was always a handful that would be out causing or looking for trouble.

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You're Mine

Paring: Seth Rollins X Reader
Rating: Smut, Explicit
Length: 3k+
Includes: Smut, lots of angst, and fluff

Summary: You and Seth still aren’t an official couple after three years. You hatch a plan in anger and spite to make him realize how much he cares about you. It doesn’t go as planned. Angst and smut and a little fluff.

“Why do I even bother?!” You shouted at Seth as he rolled his eyes. You were in the living room of his new house, but this was an old fight.

“Look, I told you,” he sounded angry even though he had no right. “I don’t like titles. We’re dating. I don’t have to be your boyfriend.”

“It’s been three years! You don’t want a title. You don’t want me to move in. You just want me around. It’s not cool!” You were at your wits end with this conversation. You had talked to his friends, and they were as confused as you.

Roman was the most helpful. He told you Seth talked about you a lot. Seth would say “You’ll never guess what y/n did. It was so awesome-” and “Y/n loves those things.” Stuff like that. You did the same thing too, but less and less lately because of this situation he put you in.

The two of you weren’t getting any younger, and you wanted to settle down with him. He was the man you loved, but you were starting to think he wasn’t your future.

“I just don’t want labels. I’ve told you that for like, years,” he said, getting up from the couch, adjusting his basketball shorts and hoodie. “I’m going to hit the gym.” He grumbled as he walked past you.

“I guess I’m going home then,” you said, snatching up your things furiously. “Just tell me one thing,” you turned to him as he put his hair up and picked up his gym bag.

“What?” He asked, clearly irritated and not wanting to actually listen to you. His tone stoked your ire and you decided to change your question.

“Do you mind if I date other people?” You asked, shrugging a bit, keeping your face blank.

“Excuse me?” He asked, looking aghast. You gleaned a bit of satisfaction from his horrified face.

“Well, I’m not your girlfriend, so…? I can date other people, yeah?” You shrugged again.

He glared at you, and you could see his brain working behind his eyes. He didn’t like what you were suggesting, and he was trying to find a way to say ‘no’ without giving ground on his position.

“Sure,” he finally said after a very long pause. “I personally won’t, but sure, go crazy.” He said with a condescending tone. He was trying to guilt you out of the idea by volunteering that he wouldn’t see other people, but at this point… /Fuck him/.
“Hey, y/n! What’s up?” Cesaro’s voice over the phone was just as pleasant as you remembered. “Did Seth lose his phone again? He’s right here somewhere.”

“No,” you laughed. “I wanted to call you specifically,” you admitted.

“Okay,” he said, waiting.

You had planned to just ask him out, but he was too close with Seth. He would say no. You quickly thought of something he’d say yes to.

“Seth is giving me the same argument against labels again,” you sighed.

“The 'Oh, I don’t like labels. I just want to be me. Blah blah blah,’ thing. I’ve heard it.” Cesaro said, sounding as incredulous as everyone else that heard Seth give the excuse.

“Yeah, but this time, I got pretty hot and I kind of said I’d start dating other people,” you winced, realizing how that would sound to one of Seth’s closest friends.

Cesaro sighed. “I don’t blame you.”

“Yeah, so here’s what I want to do, and why I called,” you said, getting down to business. “I would like you to take me on a date. Like, pretty publicly. If that’s okay?” You said, biting the tip of your thumb.

He surprised you by laughing. “Oh boy, that’s evil y/n. Yeah, I’ll do it.”

“Really?” You asked, bouncing in your seat.

“Yeah, lets fuck this tomato,” he said, making you quirk your face in question. What kind of idiom was that? Swiss? You took it for the agreement it was.

“Okay. Bye.” You said, laughing.

“I’ll text you.” He said before hanging up.
You were sitting on your couch watching TV when you heard a furious knock on your door. It was late. About midnight. And you wondered who in the hell it was.

Opening the door cautiously, you peeked out. It was Seth.

You didn’t know he would be back so soon. He usually texted you when he was getting on the airplane or making the drive back home.

“What’s up?” You said, pulling the door open all the way. He rushed inside and you closed the door behind him. He didn’t say a word. He looked rattled. His hair was a mess and he smelled like the cold air outside. It was like he had stopped whatever he was doing and just rushed here.

“Seth,” you started to say, but he just held up a finger. That’s when you noticed his hand was shaking. You looked up to his eyes and saw they were black with fury.

You had seen Seth angry before, but you hadn’t ever seen him livid. You were guessing that’s what this was. You were guessing he saw the photos. The photos from your date with Cesaro.

“You said you would date other people. Not my best fucking friend,” his voice shook as he spoke. You were quiet for a long time. The TV the only sound in the room.

“I’m just-” you tried.

“No. You don’t talk til I say,” he told you. His voice was hot with rage. You felt yourself shrink in. You thought this little stunt would remind Seth how much he liked you. Needed you. Maybe loved you. But maybe it was the thing that would finally tear you two apart.

“Did you ask him, or did he ask you?” He asked, staring you down.

“I asked him,” you said quietly, beginning to shake yourself.

“And he said yes? Just like that?” He was silently waiting for your answer, but his lips were parted with heavy breath.

“Well, I- He-” you tried to figure out what to say.

“Never mind. I just want to know one thing,” he said. “Just tell me…” Seth’s voice broke just a little. “Did you fuck him?”

You shook your head. You hadn’t.

“Did you want to?” His eyes were like open windows to his soul. You could see it howling in pain, and it was about to get worse.

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Yes?!” He asked in disbelief.

“I want to sleep with a lot of guys, Seth, but I don’t.” You told him simply. “Cause there’s only one guy for me.”

He looked angry again. How did he still not understand this?

“Then why date other people?! Why put me through this?!” He shouted, looking more distressed than you’d ever seen him. Even when his knee tore in half and he vacated his title, he was more together than this.

“Because I need a commitment!” You shouted back. “I need to know that at the end of the day you’ll be there for me!”

“I’m here for you!” He argued.

“As a friend? As a fuck buddy? As what?!” You fired back, becoming quite livid yourself. If this was the last fight, if this was the last time you talked, you wanted to make yourself clear. “Come on! Tell me what I am to you!”

He stared at you. He was silent.

“Really?” You said, feeling a knife through your heart. “Nothing?”

“Y/n,” he said, reaching for you. His anger seemed to have slipped away, but that didn’t matter now. You were too flustered. Too mad. Too frustrated.

You slapped his hand away, shocking him. You shocked yourself too, but you didn’t let it show. Not now.

“Get out,” you hissed. You couldn’t look at him anymore. You couldn’t be around him. It hurt too much.

“When I saw the pictures… When I saw you with him,” he started.

“I don’t care anymore. Leave,” you said, feeling tears roll down your cheeks. You didn’t even know you were crying until then.

“Let me just-” he tried, but you couldn’t listen.

“No. I want you out,” you said, realizing he wasn’t going to leave. He had rooted himself like a tree. You had to do something drastic. You had to topple him to get him the fuck away from you. “I already wasted three years of my life with you. How much more of my time do you want to waste?”

He recoiled at that, and it broke your heart to see him in pain. But he couldn’t give you what you needed, so he wouldn’t give you anything anymore.

“I’m- I- Please,” he stuttered. He looked shattered, but you had no idea why, or what it meant. He either couldn’t or wouldn’t tell you what you meant to him.

You went to the door and opened it.

“Goodbye, Seth,” you said, looking down at the floor. You could still feel the fury coursing through your veins, but the anguish was starting to overwhelm it. You needed him gone before you could collapse to the floor.

He walked over to you, and gently put his hand over yours, closing the door for you.

“You’re mine,” he said quietly. His hand was still on yours. You stared at where your hands met. “And I’m yours.” His eyes were pained, but soft as you looked up.

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t know what to say.

“That’s all I’ve got,” he confessed.

“What does that mean?” You asked, feeling so unsure. Like the ground would drop away from your feet at any moment.

“You’re mine,” he shrugged sadly. Probably thinking that wasn’t enough, he kept talking. “You’re my best friend. You’re my favorite person. You’re the person I lean on. You’re… mine.” He said. “And I’m all that stuff for you, right?”

You sniffed and nodded.

“Then I’m yours.”

“Okay,” you said, looking at him in question. A silent 'what else?’

He reached out and pulled you to his chest. He did that thing you loved. Sometimes after a long or particularly rough road trip; he pulled you in, held you tight, rested his chin to your forehead, took a long inhale of your hair, sighed deeply, and kissed the top of your head. He loved you. Seth might not have known it, but you did. You wouldn’t say anything now. You weren’t about to tell him how he felt.

“What was Cesaro saying to you? In the picture, I mean,” he asked, holding you close.

“Which one?” You asked. He pulled back a bit to get his phone out of his pocket. Then he pulled up a picture of Cesaro whispering in your ear and you blushing with a little smile on your face. “I don’t remember.” You didn’t remember what he said. “Is- is that the one that bothered you the most?” You asked, knowing there was a photo of a goodnight kiss.

“Yeah,” he said, laying his cheek on the top of your head as his hand flexed around your side.

“Why?” You were perplexed.

“I don’t know. I guess- I like to make you smile, and- I know lots of people make you smile, but- I don’t know. We make jokes. Our jokes. I didn’t like thinking about you and Cesaro- I don’t know? Having jokes? That doesn’t make any sense,” he sighed. Seth was talking about intimacy. He didn’t want you to be intimate with other people. You smiled to yourself. What a big dummy, you thought, unable to contain a laugh.

“It does make sense. But I have bad news, Cesaro and I do have one joke.” You had remembered what Cesaro was telling you when that picture was snapped.

“What is it?” He frowned, looking at you.

“I’ll never tell,” you smiled at him evilly. He smiled back.

“Come on!” He laughed, shaking you gently, teasingly.

“I’ll tell you my secret for one kiss,” you teased, pointing to your lips. He smiled and paid the toll of one kiss. It stared as a quick peck on the mouth, but then his lips softened and he stayed a bit longer.

After your lips parted, you looked up at him and forgot what you were going to say. He was staring at you, looking at you like you were a stranger. Just blinking, trying to take all of you in.

“Seth?” You asked, putting a hand on his chest. He looked lost.

His hands came up to cup your face. His thumb traced your cheekbone as he stared at you. His beautiful, intelligent brown eyes gazing between your eyes and your lips. You moved forward just an inch and he kissed you again.

He kissed you over and over, pulling you closer. His hands gently, desperately grasping your face. Usually, he’d be pulling your body to his, making his desire clear, but this was different. He was making his desire clear just by kissing you. Fiercely, passionately clinging to your lips.

“I’m not wasting your time anymore. I’m yours,” he said, before sealing your lips again.

You put your arms around his neck. One hand diving into his hair. Saying, with your body, 'I’m here. It’s okay. I’m yours too.’ As soon as you did that, he picked you up and started toward your bedroom.

“I want you,” he said breathlessly, as he set you on your bed. You moved away a bit to start undressing, but he grabbed you back to him.

“Come here,” he huffed, pulling the hem of your shirt over your head. He kissed your shoulders, chest, tummy. He removed your bra. Then he started on your jeans. “You’re mine. You understand?” He asked, pulling your panties down with your jeans.

“Yes,” you said, putting your hands in his hair as he kissed down your hip bone to your pelvis. You knew where he was going.

His mouth found your folds wet, and you moaned in want as his tongue worked magic on you. He was so good at eating you out that sometimes the orgasms brought tears to your eyes.

He groaned as he realized just how slick you were and the husky sound made you even slicker. He brought his hands up to your center and used them to spread your pussy lips so he could give your clit direct attention. You cried out as he lapped at your pleasure center with deadly accuracy. Your hands shook against his scalp as he got you to the edge, making you gasp in desperate need to come.

“Please!” You cried as you felt your peak so close. He licked quicker, more forceful, to make sure you came and came hard. “Yes! Seth!” You practically screamed as your body shook with pleasure.

He climbed up your body, laying between your thighs. You used your fingers to wipe your wetness from his beard, running your thumb over his talented lips. He placed a kiss on the pad of your thumb just before he pressed forward.

You gasped as his cock filled you. He looked down at you with stars in his eyes.

“God, you feel so good. You always feel so good,” he said, holding you close as he started to thrust.

“You too, baby,” you moaned as your hands roamed his back. And he did, he felt so good filling every inch of you with his length.

He took his time, building up the pace, finding out what made you gasp and your pussy clench. The whole time his own breath caught and masculine moans emanated from his throat, driving you wild.

“Louder,” you told him. He looked at you for a second, but then it clicked.

He started going faster, making you throw your head back. He was hitting your g-spot with every thrust, his powerful arms were around you, and his moans hit your ears like music.

“Oh God!” You cried as he lifted your hips a bit.

“You like that?” He huffed, leaning back to look at you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, nodding furiously. Your fingers digging into his shoulders to pull him to you. Your lips landed on his right before he pushed you over the edge.

“That’s right. You’re mine. This is my pussy.” He said, reaching down to your clit. You had already come twice but that wasn’t enough for Seth. He wanted to remind you why you were with him.

“I’m yours! Yes!” You told him, looking in his eyes.

“Come for me again,” he demanded of you. “Come for your man.”

You screwed your eyes shut and just heard and felt everything. His cock inside you, his fingers on your clit, his breath hot on your ear, his groans, and the sound of your flesh slapping together. Seth was inside of you and all around you. It was perfect.

“Oh my God!” You gasped as you came for the third time. Tears streamed down your face from the intensity of the pleasure.

“Oh! Y/n…!” He groaned as he came inside of you and went still. You could hear his heart pounding, and you put your hand over his chest to feel it too. “I love you.” He said quietly.

“I love you too,” you said, running a hand through his hair and kissing his forehead. “I’m yours.”

“Damn right,” he chuckled, rolling over and bringing you with him.

“I think you should move in with me.” He said, running his hand over your bare back as you snuggled to his side.

“Really?” You asked, peering up at him. He was completely serious.

“Yeah, really,” he smiled at you and then kissed your forehead.

“Alright then,” you giggled. “Let’s fuck this tomato.”

“Let’s what?!” He laughed. His face quirked in mirth and his eyes shining like no tomorrow.

“Apparently, it’s something Sami says.” You confessed and pecked his cheek. “Cesaro picked it up from him. That’s my joke with Cesaro.”

“It’s lame,” Seth said, trying to frown. “It’s a good thing you have me to make better jokes with.”

You laughed. “Yes, better jokes with my man.”

“My girl,” he sighed, pulling you closer. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”


Hey guys! This took me so long to write and I hope you enjoy it! Wanted to make it as relatable and realistic as I could, so I would love to know what you think! This is also super long, you’ve been warned!

Oh and… smut ahead ;)

Toronto, 23:12 p.m.

It’s late and Jo is so tired she feels like passing out at the kitchen table. She stares at her textbook but the paragraphs seem to blur in front of her eyes and she frowns, trying to decipher her notes on public international law. Her eyelids are heavy and she stifles a yawn, rubbing her eyes.

Shawn is sitting across from her, a focused look on his face while listening to demos, one headphone in, nibbling on his bottom lip, looking at the screen of his MacBook.

Jo normally loves evenings like this. Her and Shawn working until the morning hours, engulfed in their passions.

She loved how they would bring out the best out of each other, supporting each other, staying up so late to get that song done or finish that paper for uni.

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Thunder (Grayson)


The rain pattered hard against the bedroom window of your apartment. The thunder boomed loudly, rattling the walls. It rarely rained in L.A. but on the occasion that it did you were bed ridden, dressed in nothing but a baggy t-shirt of Grayson’s and some panties. You stretched your limbs before peering at your phone that read ‘7:15 A.M’. Ugh. Still too early but you were too awake by now to fall back asleep. Your heart quickened at the sound of the thunder rumbling. You turned your head to see your boyfriend snoring quietly, for once, beside you. You watched his muscular chest rise and fall with his breathing. His hand was tucked behind his head with his mouth slightly agape. You sighed in content. How had you gotten so lucky? He looked too peaceful to disturb so you quietly crept out of bed, careful not to wake him, and headed out down the hallway and into the kitchen. You opened the refrigerator and chewed on your bottom lip as you tried to figure out what to make for breakfast. Finally settling on some bacon and eggs you closed the refrigerator, jumping when you were met with a sleepy Grayson. He squinted at you before reaching up to scratch his head with a yawn. He was dressed in nothing but some tight boxer briefs that knocked the air from your lungs momentarily.

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it’s hard to fight these feelings when it feels so hard to breathe

The title is from ‘Just A Kiss’ by Lady Antebellum

Summary: Richie doesn’t know how he feels and he wants to be closer to Eddie but he can’t tell if it’s friendly or more.


Richie likes Eddie and he needs to know if Eddie feels the same.

Word Count: 772

warnings: kissing

this could be read as a continuation of my last reddie fic but it can also be a stand- alone!! part one

Richie could feel Eddie breathing slowly next to him. He’d decided to stay the night at Eddie’s, saying it was because of his parents but he just didn’t want to admit the real reason yet. To himself or to Eddie.

Eddie had fallen asleep a while ago but Richie hadn’t been able to stop thinking. He knew deep down that he loved Eddie but he was just a friend, wasn’t he? If he was just his friend why did he want to hold his hand? Why did he want to make Eddie happy? The mere thought of Eddie pressed up against his side gave him feelings he couldn’t describe.

Eddie rolled over and into Richie and pressed against his side. He’d never realized how small the bed was with two people in it, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Now that Eddie was even closer he couldn’t deny his feelings for the boy anymore. He wanted to wake him up and tell him how much he cared about him but he settled for wrapping an arm around Eddie’s side.

He didn’t know why he cared so much, or why he wanted to make sure Eddie knew his feelings but he would figure it out eventually.

“Richie? Are you still awake?” He heard Eddie say quietly from next to him.

“Yeah, I’m still awake.” He tried to move his arm away, slightly embarrassed (really, who was he turning into?)

To his, and Eddie’s, surprise Eddie quickly pulled his hand down so that they were interlocked. He once again couldn’t describe the feeling that took over his entire body, and he wasn’t sure if he minded. Eddie tried letting go once he’d comprehended his action but Richie wouldn’t let go. He wondered if Eddie felt the same way.

“Hey, uhm, Eds? Do you like someone?” He didn’t know why he’d asked it, and he didn’t know why he was suddenly so uncomfortable and emotional. It was unlike him to care about how he sounded, especially around his friends.

“I think so, yeah,” Eddie said, just as quietly as before.

“Do I know them?”

“Yeah. You know him really well actually.” Richie didn’t miss the use of ‘him’ and he felt a surge of hope.

He lifted his head to look at Eddie and found that he had his eyes closed.

“Who is it?” Richie asked, still skeptical but full of hope.

“You,” the smaller boy said, barely above a whisper.

Richie could feel their hands against each other, and Eddie still close enough that they were practically on top of each other. He squeezed Eddie’s hand in his and waited for him to open his eyes.

“Eds. Eddie, look at me, please,” Richie said as he felt himself becoming happier with each passing moment.

The smaller boy opened his eyes and looked at Richie, his eyes filled with fear.

“Eds I like you too, idiot.”

Richie watched as his friends face turned pink, he could still barely make it out in the dark but it was there nonetheless.

They layed next to each other, each taking in the idea that the other boy liked them. Richie studied Eddie’s face and he thought he’d never seen anyone as cute as him before.

“Eds, can I kiss you?” Richie was surprised as the words came out of his mouth. Sure, he’d been thinking about kissing Eddie but he hadn’t meant to actually say anything.


“Nevermind, that was stupid of me to say. Sorry.”

“No it’s fine. Uhm, y-yeah, yeah you can kiss me.”

Richie leaned forward but stopped before he got to Eddie’s face, starting to overthink. Before he could think too much he moved and closed the space between them. Richie didn’t know what to expect when he kissed Eddie but he could only describe it as feeling right. He felt warm all over, and everything about kissing Eddie made him happy.

He started to pull back but he felt Eddie tug on his hand and pull him back in. When they pulled away he looked over Eddie’s face and noticed his small smile. He could feel a smile growing on his face at the same time.

Richie couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever felt as happy as he did now. As Eddie cuddled into his side, he looked at the smaller boy in awe. How he’d come to know someone as amazing as Eddie was beyond him. He knew he never wanted to lose him so for now he wrapped his arm around Eddie for the second time that night, and fell asleep happier than he had been in months.

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The Wetter the Better

this is a short blurb based off of this ask and also this ask :) 

Waking up next to my boyfriend of more than a year was something that never got tiring. Hearing him stretch and yawn out of his sleep, watching him twist and turn his half naked body in noisy grumbles as he fought off the need to actually get up out of the bed….it was one of the best parts of my day. But waking up next to my boyfriend, who was more than eager for his first day visit to the Masters, and seeing him doing a silly shirtless snapchat that he would send out to all his fans, now that was something that would never get old.

Rolling over in the bed to face him, I watched him pull a funny face into the snapchat camera, my hand cupping over my lips as I struggled to contain my giggles. He was the biggest goofball, mostly saving it for me, but every once in awhile he’d share his silliness with the world and that made me love him even more. But also I couldn’t help but want to poke fun at him for it. When he finally finished his early morning gift to his fans, he tossed his phone down to the end of the bed. “Mornin’, love,” he mumbled out to me, eventually slinging his arm around the dip in my waist over the covers and nudging my sleepy frame towards his.

I breathed out a smile. “Giving your fans a little treat, huh?”

“Shit, I’m excited, baby,” he mentioned as he shrugged his shoulder and turned the one corner of his mouth down, “and I do what I gotta do to keep ‘em on their toes, you know that.”

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Looking at You (Part Four)

Welcome back lovelies! Thank you so much for all the love so far on this fic!! Trying like hell to keep my tag list updated but if I miss you LET ME KNOW and I’ll add you!!
Also, all you guys hitting up my ask box to chat about this thing? Ugh I love you so much!! My heart freaking swells every time someone wants to talk about this fic!

This chapter has some of my favorite moments in this fic, I’m sure you’ll be able to tell which ones they are :) still working the angst angle but it starts looking better as Tony and Bucky get closer!

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“I’m sorry, Tony.” Bucky said quietly, flinching a little as Tony pulled a silver plate from his bicep. “I don’t think I’ve ever said it, and that’s not right.”

“For what?” Tony wasn’t really listening, concentrating on filing down the edges of the curved pieces so they wouldn’t rub together every time Bucky moved.

“For… your parents.”

Tony froze, his throat working erratically as he tried to figure out what to say. “Why- why the fuck are you bringing them up now?” He jerked out of his seat, standing up and crossing his arms. “What the fuck are you– why are you– fuck just stop.”

“I can’t imagine how difficult it is for you to be here with me.” Bucky said quietly. “I appreciate everything you are doing to help me with this–” he lifted his arm weakly. “this thing, but it can’t be easy for you. I just want you to know that I’m sorry, if I’ve never said it. I can say it was all that brain washing and my behavior was out of my control until I’m blue in the face, but it’s not going to change what you saw, or what happened.”

“It’s fine.” Tony replied, but Bucky shook his head and Tony groaned. “Damn it. Bucky, I came to terms with losing my parents along time ago. It wasn’t fun to see your face on that screen, but it's…. it’s not what keeps me up at night. I’ve dealt with it. Because you’re right, it was out of your control, and I can’t fault you for that forever.”

“I don’t expect you to forgive me, Tony.”

“Well, I tend to do things that are pretty unexpected.”

“Tony.” Bucky turned his hand over, waiting for Tony to take it. “Come on.” He urged and Tony reached out carefully, sliding their palms together. “I don’t expect your forgiveness. If things aren’t alright with us then that’s something we can work through, but don’t downplay whatever you are feeling just to keep the peace.” His fingers curled loosely around Tony’s. “I can take your anger and your hurt, Tony. I can take it all. You don’t have to keep it inside anymore.”

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The Kitchens

part ii

There wasn’t a time Sirius loved more than the beginning of summer. The promise of days and days of sun ahead of him. And, perhaps more so, the fact that those days were free of lessons and completely his—for the most part—to do with whatever he pleased. And there was also the parties. Sirius hated his family, that was true, but he couldn’t say he minded the connections, the money.

He laughed to himself. James would have smacked him right about now.

He had called for some food and blankets to be laid out by the swimming hole just off to the left of the castle for him and Regulus, only Regulus had yet to show. Sirius had spent the first hour waiting, but now floating lazily on his back. Regulus was making a habit of ditching Sirius lately. He wished he could call his younger brother pompous and call it a day but the hurt prickled inside of him like an unreachable itch. Sirius sighed, kicking out into the middle of the water. At least the sun hadn’t disappointed.

He’d asked James to come—he probably would have had loads more fun that way— but it was his day off. And Sirius knew, even as James sent him a guilty smile, that he didn’t stand a chance. Not when—what was her name again? Lily, Lily who worked as a housemaid, yes. Not when Lily was going to be at the pub in town. Sirius had waved him off. He didn’t want James to think he could, or ever would, make him stay. The truth was that James was his first and only friend. And Sirius was his employer. They were friends, of course, but work came first. Sirius was a prince first in James’ mind no matter how much he insisted against it. And he had insisted.

Apparently it was a prince’s job to swim and spend the summer alone. Of course, his mind did flash briefly to someone… but it was probably his day off too. Sirius would probably ruin it with some snide, accidental comment anyhow. His mother’s voice chided him in his head: Ghastly, Sirius, to be hanging about with that lot. Positively ghastly.

Sirius groaned, flipping into the water and kicking downward towards the muddy bottom.


The kitchen was burning. He’d been happy to have the room to himself, having finally convinced James and the others that he’d rather stay in—he really did want to try out the chocolate cake recipe Mrs. Potter had found for him even if James didn’t buy it—up until he’d gotten the ovens going. The coals felt like they were right on his neck. But he stayed, throwing all the windows open and mixing and cutting and whisking until it was a pleasant temperature with a cool breeze. The smell of summer and chocolate was a match made in heaven. He hummed to himself absentmindedly as he checked the recipe card, running his finger down the slightly heat smudged ink. As he stirred and checked, stirred and check, his mind went elsewhere, as it often did when he was baking.

Sirius hadn’t stayed long after Remus had found him the biscuits. He’d eaten one, and they’d sat there, next to each other, Remus trying to pretend he wasn’t staring, Sirius trying to pretend he wasn’t catching him.

A prince, Remus had told himself, Get out now, push it down, leave it be. Forget.

That had been Remus’ method for years. With the grocery boy in his home town, with the baker’s son in the village for a time being, even with James for brief period when he’d first got here—he’d gotten over that one quickly.

He had tried to deny this one, but honestly, his breath had caught the second Sirius crouched down next to him by the fire. That was not what he had been expecting. He wasn’t saying Sirius was perfect. He was clearly not a man of both worlds. He was slightly obnoxious, slightly oblivious, slightly pompous, and, possibly, slightly attractive. Note the slightly. But he was kind. Remus saw it in the smiles that slipped through. He was born into the obnoxious, oblivious, pompousness, but the kindness was his own. Remus had overheard his mother—the queen—giving Mrs. Potter instructions for a banquet before. Yes, the kindness was all Sirius. Remus’ stirring had slowed into a lazy motion that he was no longer conscious of. He frowned out the window. And Sirius would catch himself. Repeatedly. He watched him realize what he had said and look sorry for it. Comments like that were burned into him but he was slowly realizing. Maybe he had James to thank for that, but Remus had a sneaking suspicion it was Sirius’ realization as well.

“Always alone.”

Remus whipped his head around, only just managing to keep his bowl on the table, and let out a breathless laugh. He was met with a smiling, rather wet Sirius.

“That’s the third time. I’m starting to think you like doing that.”

Sirius walked in, his shirt sticking in patches to his damp skin. Remus swallowed, dragging his eyes back to Sirius’ face, “Can I get you anything?”

Sirius heaved himself onto a stool across from Remus, eyeing his bowl, “No, I don’t think so… Thought everyone would be at the pub. I just… didn’t want to go upstairs.”

Remus started whisking again, adding a few sifts of flour to thicken the chocolate paste, “No?”

“My mum’s planning a party. First of the summer’s, it’s-”

“Summer’s Eve.” Remus finished, shooting Sirius a smile.

Sirius set him a lopsided grin, “Right. Right, you’d know about that…”

“Always liked watching the dancing.”

Sirius worried his lip, eyebrows pulling together, “Yeah?”


Sirius picked up an egg, holding it between his palms, “How long have you been here?”

Remus leveled off some sugar, crushing some clumps with his fingers, “I think its about a year now.”

Remus looked over the measuring cup when Sirius simply hummed, only to find him staring back at him.

“Funny, that we’ve never met.” Sirius said after a moment.

Remus raised an eyebrow, dumping the sugar in, “Not really.”

Sirius huffed out a laugh, “Yeah. Yeah, not really..”

Remus looked away from Sirius’ smile, swallowing over the heat bubbling in his chest. He was suddenly very aware at just how filthy his apron was. Not to mention his shirt. He glanced quietly at the hole in his left shoe toe.

“Why aren’t in town, anyway? I figured everyone would be at the pub. This place is deserted. Well, except for you.”

Remus cut a slab of soft butter, smoothing it around the bottom of the pan with his knife, and tried to shrug as casually as he could, “Dunno. Don’t like the pub much.”

“Why? Everyone likes the pub.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, “How would you know?”

Sirius straightened, eyeing Remus, “Everyone seems to like the pub. Or really, I guess everyone just seems to like the girls there.”

Remus laughed, “True.”

Remus saw Sirius lean forward on his elbows in his peripheral vision, “Don’t you like a girl there? Or here? Someone to go with.”

Remus felt the familiar discomfort at this question rising in his stomach, “No,” he cleared his throat, crumpling some parchment paper in his fist, “No, not particularly.”

“No?” He heard something, something in Sirius’ voice. He couldn’t tell what it was, but he feared the worst.

“Not at the moment, I mean. I’m sure I’ll- I’m sure there’s someone. Just- I’m just waiting for- that someone.” He sounded idiotic and he knew it.

“Oh. Of course. That must be nice.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, “Being alone?”

Sirius looked up at him from where his gaze had been focused on the egg he was holding. His eyes were sad and honest, “Being able to choose.”

Remus opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. “Oh.”

Remus threw everything he had into squashing the feeling that was rising in his chest. Of course. He’s a prince. You know your place and it isn’t with… It can never be with-

Sirius shook his head a little, pushing his wet hair off his forehead so it stick up in the front. He offered Remus a small smile, “You must be just loving this. Listening to me complain. You probably think I have the whole world and yet here I am..”

Remus scoffed, snapping out of it and pouring the batter into the pan over the parchment paper, “That’s an awfully big assumption.”

Sirius sighed, rolling the egg on the table, eyes following it as it changed directions on its own, “Yes. You’re right.”

He was much more willing to admit Remus was right today.

Remus turned back around from pushing the cake into the oven, dusting flour off his hands, “Do you even know how to cook that?”


Remus smiled, “That’s pathetic.”

Sirius jolted up at that, “I beg your-“

“Sorry.” Remus was still smiling.

Sirius’ eyes were narrowed but Remus could see the smile that was threatening to show itself.

“Can you do the Summer’s Waltz?”

Remus blinked, “What?”

Sirius raised an eyebrow, “Can you?”

“Well, no-“


Remus stared at him for a few moments, “I’m lost.”

“I’ve no reason to know how to cook an egg, so I can’t. You can. You’ve no reason to know the Summer’s Waltz, so you can’t. But I do, so I can.”

Remus rolled his eyes, “Yes, alright, very clever.”

Sirius smiled. Remus turned to the oven with one of his own. The flames seemed less bright that that smile.

Get out now, push it down, leave it be.

Remus took a deep breath. Forget.

“Am… Am I bothering you?”

Remus turned to Sirius once more, rather too quickly, “Hm? What?”

Sirius actually looked a little sheepish, “It’s just… I realized I just sort of… came in. You were alone. I don’t know-“

“No.” Again, too quickly, “No,” Remus cleared his throat, “You’re fine. I mean- I mean to say you- I mean, of course you can be here. You’re you.”

Sirius’ brows pulled together, corners of his mouth turning down, “That’s not what I meant.”

Remus took a shaky breath. Of course you’re fine, I want you here, “I know. Sorry. I don’t mind you being here. I’m just testing recipes…”

Sirius seemed to relax a little and got up, spying the recipe card on the table, “But you bake every other day of the week…”

Remus was very aware that Sirius was right next to him, and very aware that he hadn’t bathed that morning, “Well… I like chocolate.”

Sirius looked at him.

Remus motioned to the oven, “I never get to bake for myself. I like chocolate, I made chocolate cake.”

Sirius was quiet, just nodding and looking so intently at Remus that he felt his cheeks start to heat.

“It will be ready soon… If you-“


Remus almost laughed at the quick response, “Alright…”

The lapsed into a silence. Remus alternating between watching the cake and watching Sirius, and Sirius alternating between rolling the egg and watching Remus.

Remus poked fun at Sirius when he watched in (almost) awe as he took the cake from the oven, and nearly hit him when he recounted how different it looked without all the dressings and plates.

“Absolutely ridiculous…” Remus muttered under his breath.

“Can we…”

Remus looked up when Sirius trailed off. Sirius’ hair was dry now and slightly fluffy around his ears from the heat, and with the way his cheeks were heating up Remus took a step back. Because he didn’t look royal right then, in his fluffy hair and bare feet. He looked normal. He looked attainable.

No one you look at is attainable.

“Can we..?” Remus prompted.

Sirius straightened, “Can we eat it like this?”

Remus blinked and his mouth slowly formed a smile, “Had too much of proper life, have you?”

Sirius shot him a look and Remus sat down and dug his fingers into the cake, taking a rather large chunk out of the side. Sirius grinned almost impishly and pulled a stool over next to Remus, taking a chunk from the other side.

“My god.” He said, “This is fucking brilliant.”

“The eating method or the cake?” Remus said through cake.

“Both.” Sirius sighed, “Can’t remember liking dessert this much in a long time.”

“Excuse you!” It came out sounding more like hue hu! and Remus swallowed, “I make that dessert.”

Sirius held his hands up in mock surrender, “I think it’s good and all, don’t get me wrong. I’ve just… I don’t know.” He was quiet for a moment and then, “Maybe the company makes the meal.”

Remus started, blinking at Sirius. He had chocolate on his upper lip, his hair was still fluffy, his cheeks were even more pink than before. And Remus could feel the tug. The familiar, forbidden tug.

“I-“ He was out of his seat before he knew what he was doing, chair screeching back against the slate floor painfully, “Um.”

Sirius stood too, “Remus..“

Remus couldn’t decide if it was a plea or a question. He wanted to stay. God, Sirius had only said his name and he wanted to staystaystay.

“You can have the rest of the cake. I’ve just remembered-” His mind drew a blank to any excuse he could have made.

And he was gone, leaving Sirius alone in the kitchen with half a cake and a frown.

Pain (Lams)

AN: starting to make progress on my requests- keep sending them my way!

Warnings: a lil smut 


 Anonymous- HISTORICAL LAMS !!!! there’s such an unfortunately small amount of these out right now (and of course only if you want to/can, I know writing can be hard! take your time, I’m just a whore for historical lams and don’t want to wait lmao)

@iwasthatlostcause -  John was shot at Germantown I believe…I’d love some angsty fluff where Ham is worried and takes care of him with a healthy dose of smut for good measure.

Tag Buds: @huffleheyguys, @artisticgamer, @theoverlordofeverything, @hmltntrsh51, @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2

Word Count: 1,955


“Hamilton,” Lafayette knocked on the door of a room in the house they were occupying at the moment. When he received no response, he let himself in and went over to Hamilton, who was hunched over, writing furiously. “Alexander.”

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Awwh, am I being punished ?

Kai Parker x Reader
word count : 3 916
warning : smut
summary :  ‘Awhh, am I being punished. Cuz that’s kinda hot.’
*not my gif

  “Malachai Parker !“ she raised her voice, pushing his hands off her. “You can’t act like this, kiss me and expect I’ll magically be ‘fine’ after what you did !”
Y/N stormed down the hallway, heading straight for the front door. Just as she opened it, Kai placed his hand on it, closing it shut. He wound his hand around her waist, but she pushed it away and he forcefully spun her around wanting to see her eyes, but she kept avoiding his gaze.
  “Where are you going ?!“ he asked, barely able to keep himself from putting a boundary spell on the house. They never fought. They bickered, but it had never turned into this – a full screaming match, and she had never stormed towards the door and almost gone through it. He had pushed her buttons this time. Accidentally running over her bike, one of the few things she had taken from her childhood home when she had left it. And his attempt to soften her reaction when he told her about it, had blown in his face. Now he was terrified she’d leave him and he couldn’t let her go. Not after figuring out how he felt about her.
  “Where does it look like I am going ?” she snapped.
  “Don’t leave. Please.“ he said softy, trying to mask the hurt in his voice. “I – I can’t be without you –”
  “Can’t you ? You seemed perfectly fine all by yourself when we met.” she snapped, trying to push him off, but the more she tried the more determined he got not to let her leave. “Move.”
  “No.” he swallowed hard. “I am not letting you go. I can’t –”
Y/N looked at him for the first time the past 20 minutes. How can she leave him when he sounded so hurt in that moment, looking at her with those insanely blue eyes that made her go weak instantly every time he looked at her ? Every particle in her body screamed at her ‘don’t go’ and she didn’t want to leave. Not really. How can she leave him when her heart, her soul and her entire self belongs with him ? Her palm brushed against his cheek and he leaned into it. Kai’s eyes closed and he sighed so quietly, if they weren’t standing barely a heartbeat away, she would’ve missed it.
   “Fine then.”she said, intertwining their fingers together. Then out of the blue she pulled him down the hall and upstairs towards his bedroom.
    “Why are we going to my bedroom?” he pinned her to the wall near his room, bracing his hands on either side of her head caging her in. Y/N put her hands on his chest, slowly moving them up and down, without saying a word. He growled quietly and tried to kiss her, but she turned away and pushed his hands off her. Only Kai Parker doesn’t take ‘no’ as an answer and quickly pinned her hands over her head, so she couldn’t push him off again, and his lips crashed against hers more hungry and demanding than ever. Y/N returned the kiss, wriggled her hands free from his grasp and grabbed on the waistband of his jeans, shoving him inside his room. Her lips crashed against his and before he had had time to figure out what was happening she tore his shirt off and pushed him roughly onto the bed, crawling over him. Instantly he put his hands on her waist, pulling her towards him but she pushed them away and pinned them over his head, grounding her hips on his crotch while pulling the air out of his lungs.
  “W-wait –“ he rolled on top of her, putting things in reverse. “Does that mean I am forgiven ?”
Y/N gazed into his eyes innocently and bit her lip, avoiding his question. He studied her face for a long moment and she rolled on top of him again. Her lips crashed against his, anxious, demanding and both of them poured every single emotion coursing through their veins in that moment into the kiss while their lips moved fiercely against each other, leaving the other completely breathless. Her hips grounded against his crotch harder and he put his hands on her waist again, making her move faster, but she pushed his hands off her again holding them over his head before reaching under the pillow and cuffing him to the bed.
  “Kinky.“ he said, pulling lightly on the cuffs. “Wh-why am I handcuffed ?”
  “You didn’t really think I’d let you get away with it did you ?“ she said innocently. “You got upset with me for wearing underwear instead of being completely naked underneath… then got even more upset when I pushed your wondering hands away and to top it all – you failed to mention, before all of this happened, that you ran over my bike with your car.”
  “Awwh, am I being punished ? Cuz that’s kinda hot.“
  “I am surprised it took you this long to figure it out.” she smirked at him and her lips crashed against his greedier than ever, tugging at his lower lip at the end of the kiss. He lifted his head off the pillows, puckering his lips at her, wanting more but she only trailed them with her finger. “You are not going to take those off with magic or pull them with vampire strength. Got it?”
  “Got it.“
A second later he gulped, watching her lean over him to check the if the handcuffs will hold. His girl wasn’t wearing a bra and he got a full view of her cleavage. He was dying to touch her but she had made sure he wouldn’t be able to. He bit his lip, looking at her still wearing his boxers and t-shirt. Y/N looked so hot with her messy hair –
  “Take off your shirt.”
  “Did I say you can talk ?“ she said in a demanding voice. ”No.”
Kai couldn’t help but feel his boxers tighten around him. Things were usually in reverse – Y/N was the one handcuffed to the bed while he looked for new ways to tease her and drive her out of her mind. Though having her dominate him felt more exciting than he had imagined. He hadn’t even realised he needed this –
  “You can have me any way you want afterwards.“ she said into his skin, interrupting his thoughts, sucking on a spot on his neck. “And I mean any way.”
Soft moans tumbled off his lips and she continued straddling him a little faster, leaving wet kisses on his neck and down his chest without taking her eyes off him for a second. Her fingertips and tongue used his body as a canvas and he tried to figure what she was drawing, realising her fingers’ movements resembled letters not drawings, but he couldn’t concentrate enough to figure out what she was spelling.
  “Y/N –“ he moaned quietly. Kai couldn’t tear his eyes away from hers, seeing her look at him innocently while she slipped her hand between their bodies and bit her lip realising how hard he was already. Swiftly her fingers undid the button/zipper of his jeans and pulled them off his legs, leaving just his briefs on.
  “So hard and I haven’t even touched you yet.” she cooed, pressing her lips on his thick shaft through the fabric, allowing her hot breath on him. “I bet you want my tongue on you right now. Running slowly on the underside, swirling around the tip –”
Kai hummed. He wanted to say something so badly, to tell her how crazy she is driving him in that moment, but all that came out from his lips were moans and short breaths. Y/N looked into his eyes, drawing circles with the tip of her tongue on his lenght while her fingertips brushed against his inner thighs and he nearly lost it. He wondered if she felt the same way when he did those things to her – losing it completely but still craving more of that sweet sweet torture.
  “Y/N ?“ he said quietly.
  “Yes ?”
  “When I finally get my hands on you, you are so going to get it for teasing me like this. There won’t be a surface in this house left where I wouldn’t have made you mine and after that – there is a whole world of other surfaces for me to fuck you on as if my life depends on it. And I will fuck you on every single one of them.“
  “You think I am teasing you now.” she laughed under her breath for a second, stood up on the bed and pushed his boxers and her panties down her legs, watching his eyes go wider by the second. “You have no idea of the punishment I have in store for you.”
Y/N swung her leg over his chest, spreading her legs wider right in front of his eyes without taking her eyes off him for a second. Her fingers slipped in her mouth for a second, lubricating them and then down to her heat, slowly moving them in a circular motion on her clit, going in harder and faster each time.
  “I want to touch you.“ he bit his lip, looking at her with hungry eyes while she dipped her fingers in, slowly curling them around feeling every inch and pulling out to the fingertips before going in.
  “Awwh but if you get what you want, how is this a punishment?” she moaned, her fingers slowly picking up the pace. “No.”
Her hips bucked up on her fingers and she threw her head back, tickling his thighs with her hair. Soft moans tumbled off her lips and her other hand cupped her breasts squeezing them through the fabric while she bit her lip. Y/N took her time playing with herself without taking her eyes off him for a split second, watching him lose it more and more each time her fingers curled inside her and she moaned his name.
  “I am back in Hell.“ muttered Kai. He was really being punished. Not being able to touch her was the biggest torture he could imagine, and the worst part ? What he wanted was right there. A couple of inches away from him but still so far away. He was going out of his mind, watching Y/N look at him with innocent eyes as if she wasn’t doing anything while her fingers pumped inside her a little faster every time until her moans turned into whimpers. He just couldn’t bare to watch, but could also hardly tear his eyes away for more than a few seconds and each time he did –
  “Nah - uh.” she grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her. “Eyes open. You don’t want to miss anything do you ?”
Kai gulped. Just listening to her moans get louder, mixing with whimpers and his name rolling off her tongue was enough to make him hard and in this moment his briefs could barely contain him. Y/N was starting to drip on his chest and he wanted nothing more but to get his lips and tongue on her in that moment. To replace her fingers with his and drive her completely out of her mind just like only he knew. To set her on fire and hear her beg for him. 
  “I want to taste you.“ he licked his lip, gripping on the cuffs. ”Please let me taste you.“
  “No.” she moaned, unable to tear her eyes away from his. His usually smoky blue eyes had started to darken and he was visibly struggling not to yank on the cuffs and get his way with her. Every time she said ’no’ to him, another dozen devils joined in the ones already dancing in his eyes. She was pushing all his buttons in that moment, knowing fully well watching her touch herself there drove him out of his mind. Her skin felt on fire seeing the way he was looking at her – with hooded eyes, biting his lip unable to look away from her while her body shook on top of him and her orgasm tore through her body and she came screaming.
  “You look so hot with your hair stu–“ he started to say and she shoved her fingers in his mouth, not letting him finish. A gratifying moan came from deep his throat and his tongue swirled around her fingers while she leaned over him, cupping his face with one hand. His eyes were completely black with lust and he looked at her as if she was prey, making her all tingly on the inside.
  “I bet you are dying to have me sit on your face right now, aren’t you ?” she cooed, biting her lip while brushing her fingers through his hair and straddling his chest slowly. Kai moaned as a response, his eyes pleading with her. “We don’t always get what we want though –”
Y/N smiled innocently at him and her lips crashed against his before he had had time to say a word. Her lips moved against his so hard while she sucked the air out of his lungs, his lips started to hurt but he craved more. Her lips parted with his and connected with jawline and down his neck, pressing on his Adam’s apple and going lower.
  “Please –“ he moaned, arching his back off the bed while her fingertips and tongue spelled the same words again. He was starting to lose it for real the closer to the bulge in his briefs she got. Y/N ran her hand on him, her eyes widening a little when she realised how hard he was. So hard even the sight of him like this was enough to get her dripping (if she wasn’t already).
  “Awwh it seems you had a lot of fun watching my naughty little fingers play.“ she cooed, brushing her palm against his thick shaft through the thin fabric. Her fingers hitched around the waistband of his briefs, slowly pulling them down his legs, brushing her fingertips all the way down and then up without taking her eyes off him.
  “Not as much fun as I wanted to.” he moaned, biting his lip, feeling the tip of her tongue brush against his balls, drawing spirals on its way to the tip. Her fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, stroking him at a steady pace while her fingernails scratched at him lightly. “You are driving me completely out of my mind.”
Y/N smiled to herself, blowing a light stream of air onto the tip, slowly running her tongue on the underside of his lenght before swirling it around the head and straight through middle, just like he loves it. His girl was pushing all his buttons and he was dying to tangle his fingers in her hair, make her take him all the way and not just tease him taking only the tip in her lips.
  “Let me touch you.” he moaned, feeling her take him a little further in her lips each time, moaning and humming around him pushing him further towards the edge.
  “No.“ she moaned, looking at him with puppy dog eyes. “No touching. OH and did I mention ? You are not allowed to cum without my permission.” she smiled innocently.
Kai felt his breath get caught in his throat mid-moan, feeling a rush of excitement flow through his body concentrating on his lenght. There was no way he’d last long. Not with the way she looked at him with innocent eyes and all those thoughts flooding his mind. Not with the image of her fingers playing with herself right in front of his eyes every time he closed them. All the things he wanted to do to her, all the ways he could get her this crazy about him –
He moaned a little louder and bit his lip, watching her nibble on the tip and twirling her tongue around the head as if he is the tastiest lolly pop in the world. Every time he was close, her movements slowed down, delaying his release.
  “Y/N –” he moaned her name, feeling her hollow her cheeks, taking him all the way. “Please let me cum.“
  “No.” she hummed around him. Every time his lenght slid in her mouth and her tongue brushed against him, he was a step closer to yanking those handcuffs and tossing her under him in a flash. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted her before, if it was even possible. And she wasn’t making it easy on him – letting him take a peek at her cleavage and sucking him off a little faster until he was right on the edge again.
  “Please let me cum.“
  “Mmmmm –” she hummed around him, sending the vibrations directly onto the tip, nearly getting him to cum in her mouth. “No.”
  “Y/N, if you say ‘no’ to me one more time I swear –“
  “You will what ? Punish me ?” she challenged, running her tongue on the underside of his thick shaft. “Grab me, pin me down or against the wall, bend me over the desk and fuck me until I can’t walk or remember my own name ?”
  “Yes.” he moaned. “You are asking for it.“
Y/N smiled innocently at him and swung her leg over his waist continuing to tease him and herself, rubbing the tip against her clit without taking her eyes off him. He bit his lip and pushed his hips at her, but she was a step ahead, lifting herself at the exact same moment. His girl was really tapping her fingers on every single button he had. His skin felt on fire, he had been denied his release more times than he had liked and there was only thing on his mind in this moment –
  “I want you –” he moaned. “I never knew I could want you this much–”
  “I promise I’ll be good from now on –“ he moaned a little louder. ” – just please –“
  “No.” she bit her lip.
A throaty growl escaped his lips and he was done. He wanted her. All of her, in that exact second and not a moment to late and he had no intentions on taking ‘no’ as an answer. His hips pushed up at her so suddenly she didn’t have time to react or do anything other than scream out when he entered her at once, knocking the air out of her lungs. Y/N threw her head back and braced her hands on his chest, feeling his heart thumping like crazy. Her hands moved towards his neck and tangled in his hair while she rested her forehead on his, their moans colliding in perfect harmony. His hips pushed up again meeting hers halfway, both of them falling in their rhythm instantly.
  “Kiss me pl – ” he moaned and her lips crashed against his instantly, drowning him in a deep passionate kiss. Her lips barely let him take a breath and her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging on it while her hips continued to roll on him a little faster making him moan into the kiss. His lenght twitched inside her and to his surprise –
  “Cum for me. I want to feel your hot sticky cum shot inside me.“ she whispered in his ear. He moaned a little louder, coming in hot spurts inside her while she went down on him as fast as she could, meeting his hips halfway until he was finished and continuing on. Kai was literally dying on the inside to put his hands on her and his fingers itched to snap and free him from those cuffs. But he didn’t want to push things, not yet.
  “Let me touch you.”
  “No. Touching.“
He growled, pushing his hips up at her so hard for a second she forgot where she was. It was a warning and it felt so good. Her nails dug into his chest a little deeper and he trusted up again, listening to her heart rate and breathing shift again and he knew what he heard the first time hadn’t been from the surprise. So he did it again, listening to her scream his name louder and a devilish smirk spread across his face when he completely knocked all the air out of her lungs, again.
  “I want to touch you. Now. And if you say ‘no’ to me one more time –”
  “N-O. No.“ she moaned, resting her forehead on his. Their gazes locked on each other and Kai thrusted up harder than before, getting his suspicions confirmed. “N – O.”
  “OH sweetheart –“ he said innocently, snapping his fingers getting the handcuffs off his wrists, and tossing her under him in vampire speed. ”– you have no idea what you have gotten yourself in to.“ he trailed his fingers on her cheek, and down her neck listening to her heart rate go off the roof. “You like it really rough, don’t you ?” he whispered, his lips almost touching hers as he spoke. “Well, sweetheart. That’s even more exciting for me. And I think I figured out your punishment.”
  “Sorry w-what ?”
  “For not letting me touch you.” he said as if it was obvious. “Take a breath, baby girl. It will be a while before you can breathe normal again.”

 “Are you sure you are okay ?” he asked concerned, rubbing her shoulder. “I um – I didn’t mean to break the bed … again. Or for us to fall, or for you to hit your shoulder… again.”
Y/N turned towards him, not saying a word. Kai brushed his fingers against her cheek gently, longingly gazing into her eyes. His eyes were so insanely blue in that moment, it made her heart skip a beat. Had she really almost left him ? Who had been this person standing with their hand on the doorknob? How it was possible that her emotions had blinded her so much and she had almost given up the best thing to ever happen in her life ?
 “Perfectly fine. Though we should do bed testing before we get our new bed. Those things break so easily.“ she laughed making him laugh and snuggled closer to him on the soft carpet near the bed. “Is that blood ?”
Kai shot up straight, his eyes widening in terror when he thought he had destroyed the first carpet they got together, and then he sighed hearing her laugh. “You are so mean.”  he rolled on top of her, holding her hands on either side of her head. “I um – I am sorry. About your bike. I truly am sorry. I will make it right, I promise.”
 “You already did.” she intertwined her fingers with his, longingly gazing into his eyes. “I might’ve over reacted –”
 “You were spelling ‘I ♡ YOU’. ” he said suddenly, realising what her fingertips and tongue had been ‘drawing’ on his chest every single time they were together. “I love you too. It didn’t hit me until you opened the door and I almost lost you. I – I love you. I have loved you probably since the day we met at the store. I have never felt anything for anyone in my life, but for you I feel it all and… I love you.”
Y/N smiled, feeling her heart flutter at his words. “Took you long enough.” she wound her legs around him, holding him towards her. “I love you. I love you, Kai Parker.”
Kai smiled widely at her. “C-could you say it again?”
 “I will never stop saying it.“ her eyes glowed, same as his. “I love you… and I always will love you, Kai.”


thehundredbellarke  asked:

hey!! congrats on 1.5k followers that's AWESOME and we loved caramelkru but mellamymake is so cute too! <3 can we request a fic? with the prompt "we drunk-kissed but you forgot about it and i don’t know how to act around you anymore wtf" or "okay i get that there are no seats left in this cafe but like i am trying to read here no you cannot have this chair my feet are using it thank you very much please get out of my face now” au please? Thanks for doing this :)

ahhh thanks you guys! ty for all the love <3 it’s def very much reciprocated!


[also on ao3]

“You’re late,” Raven announces when Bellamy walks in, barely looking up from where she’s shaking M&M’s into a bowl with a distinct air of mild vengeance. “The last time we did movie night, you gave me all kinds of shit for being, like, two minutes late. And now, you’re late. So, A+ for hypocrisy, I guess, assho—”

“Shut up,” Bellamy says automatically, ducking into the kitchen with a furtive glance down the hallway. A chorus of muffled laughter drifts in from the living room, a small whoop from Jasper ringing clear above the noise. “Is Clarke here?”

Raven tears her gaze away from her snacks to raise a brow at him. “Of course Clarke is here. Why the hell wouldn’t Clarke be here? Why would you come all the way in here just to—” Her eyes widen, and she drops the bag of M&M’s onto the counter, turning to face him. “What the hell did you do?”

“Nothing,” he says defensively, crossing his arms in front of him. “Nothing’s up. Why would you think something’s up?”

Raven’s sharp gaze narrows. “Because you walked in here to find out if Clarke was here instead of just going in there and, I don’t know, using your eyeballs?” She cocks her head, face scrunching in suspicion. “Also, I didn’t ask what was up. I asked what did you do.”

For a brief moment, Bellamy pauses to think about what it would be like to attempt lying to Raven, just to get out of this awkward situation.

It takes him approximately two point four seconds to arrive at the conclusion that it would most likely be far less awkward if he chose not to attempt it at all.

He takes a deep breath, glancing warily over his shoulder. “Okay, fine. If you must know — last night, Clarke and I were hanging out—”

Big shocker,” Raven deadpans, one brow arched. “Continue.”

“And we were— well, we had a few drinks—”

Raven snorts. “Even bigger shocker. And?”

“And then,” he says, his voice strained. “And then we… kissed.”


Raven frowns. “And … ?”

He reels back a step, unsure how to react to her total lack of surprise. “And… that’s it. We got a little too drunk, and we— we kissed. By accident.”

Raven rolls her eyes. “God. You two are literally the most boring couple that aren’t actually a couple to have ever existed in the history of forever.”

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anonymous asked:

Bts reaction to there GF had a bad cramps and was crying so and suddenly passed out in the dorm ? 🌚💜If that's okay

Of course, thank you for requesting!

He’d have already come up with a million methods for trying to get rid of your horrible cramps, but he’d have been so busy with that he wouldn’t have noticed that you’ve barely eaten for the past two days. When you fell unconscious, he’d try to stay calm and shout for someone in the dorm to come and help him get stuff to help you.

Originally posted by https-km


He’d be very aware that you hadn’t eaten much at all and he’d be constantly trying to get you to eat. When you finally agreed he’d rush off, determined to prepare you the best food possible. While you were alone, you blacked out. He’d rush back in with your food only to nearly drop it at the sight of you. He’d quickly get a cool towel for your head as he cradled you in his arms.

Originally posted by seokjiwa

Although he acted like he didn’t care, he’d been noticing that you haven’t eaten and decided to get you some noodles. He returned to find you what he thought to be sleeping on the bed, but he couldn’t wake you up. He’d be unsure of what to do as he wasn’t used to being so responsible, but he’d do his best to help you.

Originally posted by jhope-shi

He’d been trying his best to cheer you up, you giving him weak smiles throughout the day. You were crying again at the pain, and he was rocking you, but he suddenly felt you go limp. He’d think you were pranking him, but would get very panicked when you couldn’t wake you up, Seokjin coming in to find him shaking you and calling your name.

Originally posted by jiminsjamsjams

He had suggested that he give you a back massage to ease your pain, and what he thought was you relaxing was actually you falling unconscious from lack of food (although he’d tried to persuade you many times to eat.) He’d kick in to action when he noticed you weren’t responding, handling you gently and trying to wake you up.

Originally posted by spongecakechimchim

He never really understood how to help you with your pain, so the most he could do was hug you while you cried quietly. He thought you had finally gone to sleep, but he remembered you hadn’t eaten so he wanted to wake you up. His eyes would go wide with shock at his realisation, and he’d call for Jimin, looking from him to you to him again, trying to figure out what to do.

Originally posted by jiminarmy

He’d sought advice from his hyungs on how to help you, and he thought rubbing your back had begun to help when he felt you go quiet. He tried to wake you up so you could move off him and he could carry you to bed, but he couldn’t. He’d get really worried and would start yelling, and Namjoon would run in to find Jungkook staring up at him, completely clueless.

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

-admin e (I just realised that I used a gif twice in near consecutive reactions, I’m so sorry D:)

wip wednesday

there have been a lot of questions about the bachelor AU, which is BEING WRITTEN, but i’m trying to finish up the last part of LHC tonight.  so, in lieu of that, have a teaser for episode two:

Victor pushes past the canvas tarp of the production tent only to be greeted with quiet.  A dozen or so of the production staff are mingling in hushed tones, all showing varying degrees of hangover.  Mila is wearing sunglasses, despite the only light in the tent coming from several dimmed monitors, and Cao Bin is holding two greasy brown bags that smell a lot like McDonald’s breakfast, and not at all like the untouched table of fresh fruit laid outside by craft services.  Everyone smells like stale alcohol and sweat, wearing layers on layers despite the early morning summer heat of Los Angeles to mask two hours sleep with no shower.  

“Where’s Sara?” he asks, looking around.

“Puking,” Mila says.  Her voice sounds like gravel, and she takes a long, long sip of iced water.  

“Well, at least she’s here,” Victor says.  He’s mildly impressed and a little proud that no one called in or was arrested after last night.  “Could someone go get her?  Emergency producers meeting.”

Mila salutes him and ambles off to go find Sara.  Victor goes over to the production grid on the far side of the tent and starts pulling down all the cards–cards that indicate villain plots, tearful confessions, potential rivalries, coordinated confrontations, a projected final two–only to rip them up and throw them on the floor.  

“Thanks to Mr. Chulanont’s carefully planned deceit of his best friend, we have been served a curveball for a bachelor this season,” he says, letting the scraps of cardstock flutter down past his Prada wingtips.  

Phichit tries to call out, his tone both miserable and apologetic.  “Victor–”

“I’m not mad,” Victor says, cutting him off.  “I’m excited.  We need to take last night into account moving forward, because Yuuri Katsuki doesn’t fit into any standard formula.  We need new characters.  We need unpredictable stories and unpredictable villains.  We need fresh chemistry.  I’ve had today’s entire schedule pushed back three hours so Yuuri doesn’t come back to set still drunk and we have a solid plan moving forward.”                             

                             (Yuri Plisetsky, 21, Team USA Gymnast)

Phichit pins a card to the board’s Week One column that says “YURI P. - VILLAIN” in thick, purple marker, and Victor puts a pleased finger to his lips to hide his smile.  

“No way,” Mila says.  “No one is going to buy him as the villain.”

“If we’re thinking outside the box, then there doesn’t have to be just one villain,” Phichit replies.  His is the only card on the board.  “And also, I think it’ll be a lot easier than you think.  Yuri’s PR team approached us to help with his image.”

“What?” Half the room sits up a little straighter, leans forward, drop their pens.

“That’s not public information,” Victor says, staring at Phichit curiously; he always plays his cards closer to his chest more than Victor would normally like, but it’s only because he’s working three steps ahead of everyone else.  Phichit gets off on the element of surprise as much as Victor, and maybe that’s why Victor trusts him so much.  “How did you know?”

Phichit digs his phone out of his pocket, tap tap taps a few times at the screen, and turns it around to show the rest of the room the still of a grainy film.  “Anyone who knows where to look can figure it out.  Yuri Plisetsky may be America’s Golden Boy after the medals he earned us in the last Olympics, but only because his team was working overtime to keep content like this off of mainstream news outlets and social media websites.”

He presses play.        

The video is poor quality, probably taken on an older model of phone, and it features someone who looks and sounds exactly like Yuri Plisetsky screaming at a Burger King employee.

“How did he make it past the psych eval?” Cao Bin asks quietly after the video ends. “He tried to whip that kid in the face with a gold medal.  Does he usually wear that everywhere?”


My entry for @embracetheapocalypsewithme‘s 400 Follower challenge - congrats again <3


The second Negan closed the door to Lucille’s hospital room he swore himself that he would never fall in love again.
Never would open his heart to another person, female or male, again.
Never would be able to feel for someone else like what he felt, and still feeling for his beloved wife.
Never would love and desire someone again, because it would feel like betrayal.
The second you moved through the gates of the Sanctuary Negan knew he would fight an already lost battle.

You were nothing special.
An ordinary person with the ‘the girl next door’ charm, but when you smiled at Negan it was for him like the world would stop spinning. You sparked a flame deep in him and moved what is left of his soul in a beat he never dreamed and hoped for.
Some Saviors said you were the one who kept his monster under control, kept it calm and pet the dark side in him. They respected you, the queen to his king and ‪god forbid‬ that someone treated you bad. Or talked behind you or Negan’s back.

Negan didn’t have to read Sherry’s mind to knew that she had a stinky eye for (Y/N). She was his first wife and couldn’t accept that he didn’t treat her like this anymore after (Y/N) became a part of his life.
When he stepped in the bathroom he felt, almost smelled, the cuts and bruises hidden under the clothes. The weak, encouraging smile made the situation even worse.
“You know that she doesn’t have her powers under control… sometimes.” (Y/N) whispered.
The monster in him didn’t calm down after Carson healed her wounds and she said it is ok. But at least he didn’t kill Sherry and only sent her away with nothing, but herself.

Negan has underestimated Sherry and her sense for destroying what he loves and admires the most in the world. Or her piss poor way trying.
“C’mon princess, we’ve to go home.” Negan mumbles in your sticky hair.
Tightly he’s holding you in his strong arms to sway you back and forth, caressing and kissing your wonderful soft skin.
“Let us help.” Simon says, who crouches in front of you both, and reaches out for you as Negan pulls your body away.
“Don’t your fuckin’ dare to touch her! She’s ok, she-she just need a fuckin’ minute.” Negan chokes out, clinging to you.
Something he should feel embarrassed about, but Simon would never judge him for having an emotional moment. Again he kisses your hair, feeling how the wetness moistens his clothes and colors his shirt and skin in a bright red, triggered by your blood.
“Yo-you called Carson to c’mere?”
“There’s nothing he can do, boss. Give her to me.” Simon responds, this time with more demand as he grabs your arms to pull your body away from Negan’s embrace. “Turn around.”
But Negan can’t as his lieutenant takes his knife out and drives it through the back of your head. Hot tears tingling in his eyes, blurring his sight as he can’t control himself and takes your hand again.
“You can’t leave me! You promised, you fucking promised!”

And he is right as you stand next to him and watch the scene, crying and shaking.


Everything has changed since your death and nobody knows if the time would heal Negan’s wounds or make them worse.
At first it were only little things that became worse. Like the dark clouds above the Sanctuary which gave and sometimes still give them days full of rain and promised that the old factory would never see the bright sides of the sky again. Or roamer’s heads exploding whenever Negan passes the fence without him even noticing what happens.
The already sensitive mood turns as Negan starts blaming Simon for his death.

“You should’ve protected her!” Negan yells as another chair flies towards Simon who quickly jumps away. “It was your fucking job!”
”Damn! It wasn’t my fault, boss. Y’know that I tried everything!” The lieutenant trying to bring up a shield to protect himself, knowing that this is the monster speaking and not Negan.
Shocked about the devastated room you step in front of Negan whose eyes are nearly black, consumed by grief and hate. Even when he can’t see you, you put a hand on his cheek and it works. His eyes widen and Lucille falls on the floor as he puts his hand on the same spot where your lays.
“Negan?” Simon asks quietly after a few seconds of silence.
“She-she’s here, I can feel her.” A laughter in disbelief leaving his mouth as he tries to figure out where you stand.
The right hand man wants to say something, but Negan shutting him off and sending him away.

‘Oh Negan.” You say and bring up your other hand to caress his skin.
With a sob the leader closes his eyes as he struggles to pump air in his lungs and leaning into the touch until his forehead would touch yours. You wish you could feel him in the same way how he feels you.
“You’re cold. Always had this cold hands, huh?” He murmurs, almost like he’s drifting away from the simple touch.
That’s why you step back from him, don’t want to leave him in this memory of pain over your loss. But your reaction seems to upset him as the monster takes over again and he swirls around, trying to grab after you.
“You leave me again? Fuck you! You hear me? Fuck you!” He shouts and picks up Lucille to swing her around. “I don’t fucking need you! Leave! See if I motherfucking care!”
Shocked by his outburst and because your body starts fading you stumble back until you’re pulled in a hole of darkness.


Negan is laying on the bed, his eyes swollen and red from unshed tears which hides behind the lids as he turns from one side to the other, finding no rest.
“I’m sorry, so fuckin’ sorry. Come back, baby.” A quiet sob leaving his throat. “I’m doin’ everything, please. Please.”
One beg follows the next as he finally comes to a stop on his back and buries his face in the hands. The whole time, since he has called you, you’re watching him with the brows knit together. Nothing reminds you of the old Negan. And you’re torn between touching and pressing your invisible body on his or just leaving him behind.
Never before you saw him like this, pathetic and pleading like a little child.
But you miss him too, feeling the hard, merciless knot in your chest which just built like someone knocked the wind out of you.

‘I’m here.’ You whisper and sit down on the edge of the bed, a hand ghosting over his and instantly the sobs stop.
“Pr-princess? (Y/N)?”
He sits up and looks exactly at the bed site where you’re sitting, arms moving uncontrolled to reach out for you. It’s kind of uncomfortable as his arms moving through your body and you can see how goosebumps build on his skin until you’re having enough and touch his chest.
“Sorry.” He chuckles awkwardly and leans back.
It’s a weird situation for both of you, because he can’t see and touch you, but you can. That’s why you continue to touch his face, down to the neck while he sighs and closes his eyes in enjoyment.
“I miss you so damn much, wish I could see you, kiss you.”
You nod for yourself and slide your palms down to his bare chest, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier as you reach his flat, muscular stomach. Unconsciously you’re licking the lips as he throws the blanket away and pushes down his boxer.
”Oh shit, that’s so damn fucking weird.”
Silently you agree as you slide a hand over his erection and he’s giving you a throaty groan. To let him more feel of you, you lay down on his side and move your fingers along of his cock until he’s taking the control. He’s bucking his hips, bathing in your cold touches with as much lust as you’d actually have sex.
It’s one of the most erotic things you’ve ever seen as Negan squirms and writhes.
You wish you could feel the same as his sounds of hungry desire getting louder. He leans more and more into you until you’re blurring to one mass of visible and invisible bodies.
”(Y/N)! Fuck princess.” He groans out as his cock pulses and he comes all over his stomach.


Negan’s desperation grows with every day or more every hour. Most of the time he spends between books, trying to find a spell which brings the dead back to life. But you both know it’s pointless.
Magicians tried for centuries to make it possible and one or two might work, but it’s impossible to find the ingredients in times like these.
”Motherfucking dick suck cunt fucking fuck fuckity…” You don’t hear the rest of his yell as he throws first the book and then the whole table against the wall.
Immediately you’re by his side, but you can’t keep him under control as his bloodlined eyes turn black and a wave of energy pushing you and the inventory through the room. Gasping in shock you see how he collapses on the floor, his skin bursts open and his hair messy.
‘Negan, stop!’

But he doesn’t stop.
Instead his obsession with finding a solution or making you at least visible becomes stronger until the point where he doesn’t eat, sleep and even lead anymore. His expressions are all emotionless as he scratches over his wrists, his gaze fixed on one of the new books Dwight found in Alexandria. You’re trying to grab his hand, concentrating all your power on the touch.
”Ow, fuck.” He pulls back as the coldness becomes too much. ”You-you..”
The normally dark, sinful voice breaks as he shamelessly starts crying, quietly and so sad that you can neither move nor talk. For minutes he’s lost in a bubble of grief, letting out the bottled up emotion which he carried for weeks.
Patiently you’re waiting until the tears are dried while you stroke over his bloody hands.
”I just, I can’t fucking save you.”
‘And it’s ok. I’m not mad, baby.’
For a second it seems like he heard you as his eyes meet yours in an intense glare.


Negan skipped this part, because he would never accept what Sherry did to him. He’s still feeling (Y/N) around him, sometimes stronger and sometimes weaker. But it doesn’t satisfy him anymore.
It’s simply not fucking enough and it’s driving him insane.
For the first time since months he’s staring in the mirror without looking through him. His hair and beard grew and he could easily making a good Santa fucking Clause. What shocks him more is his pale skin and the dark circles under his eyes. Sighing he washes the face as he’s feeling her hug from behind.
“I know, princess. Can imagine your little angry face.” He chuckles, but it sounds without joy.
As he steps back in his bedroom Simon storms inside, a big smile on his face and obviously full of excitement.
“We found it, boss. We can bring her back.”

Suspiciously you look at the scene in front of you. Negan and a few of his lieutenants kneeling around your grave as the leader lifts up the century old jar in his hands. The blood from a virgin drips over his face down to the chest while he whispers words you don’t understand. Suddenly he starts choking and falls forward, his eyes rolling back in the skull and as Simon and Dwight want to jump up he’s holding them back. A snake slides out of his throat and mouth, stopping in the middle of the grave where it vanishes.
Unimpressed by the current events Negan continues the ritual, but you can’t follow up on it anymore. The last thing you see are the dark violet clouds over them as suddenly a hot pain shoots through you and you disappear in nothing.
Just like the snake.

As you wake up the next time everything is dark and you can barely breath, also your face burns from the hotness of your cage.
And then you realize it.
You’re not dead anymore, you’re alive and still buried six feet under. Panic rushing through your veins as you kick and slam against the wooden box.
“Negan! Negan, help!”
You swallow a good amount of sand and start coughing as you fight, don’t want to give up. And finally the wood gives in and you cry in relief, not caring that your knuckles and palms are full of scratches. As the hole is big enough you twist and twirl until you can crawl out of it. That you run out of air doesn’t bother you, all you can think of is that you’ll be with Negan again.
That you can finally talk, laugh, kiss and cuddle again.

Negan is dead. Of course he is.
’Why should it be otherwise?‘ You think hysterically as you look down at his grave next to yours. Lucille lays enthroned on it as a memorial.
“Why? I mean, five minutes ago..”
“Five minutes? (Y/N), we did the ritual five weeks ago.” Simon interrupts you softly. “Rick came and shot at the jar. Negan, the monster went wild and he attacked him.”
“But he was too weak.” You fulfill his sentence with a whisper and he nods. “Where’s Rick now?”
“In one of our cells.”
“Ok and what about Sherry? Someone found her yet?” With shaking hands you pick up Lucille, feeling the power which spreads through her and then through you.
“No. (Y/N), with Negan gone. We don’t have a leader and I think I speak for all of us when I say that you should take over.” Simon speaks and you turn around.
At first you want to reject the offer, still feeling weak and dirty as you feel a hot touch on your shoulder. Shakily you exhale and put your hand on the spot where his lays.
He’s with you like you were with him.
“Ok, I’ll do it.” You agree and raise Lucille a bit.
With the help of her and your man you can take revenge on Rick, Sherry and all the others who tried to attack and destroy you.

@densrl @i-am-negan-trash 

Fic Prompt / Request: Uchiha Homecoming & the Konoha 11


Hello how are you? Do you think you can write a story where Sasuke and family meet all the other members of Konoha 11 and /or their children. I’d love to see how Sasuke interacts with the others since we’ve ve hardly seen him talk to any of them (except team 7 members I guess). I know you’ve got a good grasp of the characters personalities. And besides, it’s been so long since you wrote about anyone other than the Uchha family. Thanks! 

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