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Can’t go to Interactive Introverts because your parents said no/will say no? This is for you!

Hello everyone, my name is Paige, and I am really freaking good at convincing parents of things. I grew up with two very strict and overprotective (though loving and awesome) parents, and so I’ve had the perfect life experience to give you this advice. Buckle up.

Are you a fan of Dan and Phil, who is super excited about their oncoming tour, Interactive Introverts, but your parents won’t let you go? Here is how to convince them you should. (Most of these also work for other special trips, such as going to a concert.)

Please reblog this so it can reach all the people who need it :D

Step-by-step guide under the cut!

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The Good Bad Boy

GROUP: BTS

PAIRING: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Badboy! au, fluff

Word count: 1.3k 

SYNOPSIS:

The baddie of the town asks you out on a date and what follows is a night of revelations about a bad boy who is a good man 

A/N:  For the anon who requested a Hoseok bad boy AU. Thank you for giving my dead ass something fluffy to write! I LOVE bad boy Hoseok! and I think this is the SOFTEST thing I have written. 

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Originally posted by bangtannoonas

“What the fuck are all of you looking at?” he glared at the spectators that had gathered around you two , harshly enough for them to disperse around and resume whatever they were doing. You stood frozen in your spot, tightly clutching your bag against your chest , fingers digging into the leather. Jung Hoseok, the baddest boy in town was standing in front of you and he had just asked you out on a date. With a toothpick dangling from his lips, he was tapping his foot impatiently on the ground waiting for you to respond.

“Listen buttercup I don’t have all day. Is this date happening or not?” he took a step towards you and your automatic response was taking a step back. The process continued until you were pinned against his motorcycle.  His placed his hands on either side of you and leant in close to your ear. He smelled like musk and amber and you couldn’t stop yourself from inhaling his scent. “Is it” his nose grazed your neck “or is it not” he moved back to face you. His eyes studied your face with such intensity that the end result was your cheeks turning a bright shade of pink.

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PSA: Inbox Etiquette

How to Approach Someone for RP and How to Handle an invitation to RP

It occurs to me that there are 2 sides to making a new RP partnership happen. It takes 1 person to send an initial message of interest, of course, but it also takes 1 person to receive that message. I firmly believe that you should always be polite when inboxing someone first and that it’s the best thing you can do to find new partners because it shows that you’re assertive and puts you on that potential partner’s radar. However, I realized that I haven’t mentioned how the recipient should behave once they get such a request. So for good measure, that’s what the latter half of this post is getting around to. Okay? Okay. 

How to Approach Someone for RP

  • Be Brave - Even if you’re nervous to approach someone for a partnership. Do it anyway. It could work out. You’ll never know if you don’t ask. The worst that can happen is your ask goes unanswered or your request is denied. If that happens, move on to the next! There are so many people on tumblr looking for partners, so don’t dwell on that 1 or 2 that don’t work out. 
  • Be Polite - Greetings are important. Your potential partners are human just like you. So talk to them like you’d like to be talked to. ‘Hi’ ‘Hello’ ‘Hey’ are good starts as opposed to a naked ‘wanna rp?’. It also never hurts to say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, when appropriate. If you are denied,  please don’t continue to message the person asking/demanding for explanations or begging them to reconsider. This is unfair.
  • Be Patient - It might take a few seconds, minutes, or days for a potential partner to reply to you. Wait at least 1-2 days before re-messaging. And say something like, ‘hey, I inboxed you the other day about wanting to rp and I’m not sure if tumblr gobbled the message or not. please let me know when you have the chance. thanks.’ Oh yes. Tumblr eats messages sometimes. It happens.

Example rp request messages which you may use:

  • hey. i came across your blog in the tags and i have a muse i think might work well with your muse because —.
  • hi. i saw your starter in the tags and I was thinking of replying to it with my muse, do you have any ideas where you want to take it?  
  • hello. i just had to message you because I found your blog while scrolling through my partner’s blog and I love your muse/this plot you reblogged/your writing style, would you like to rp?
  • hi. I saw you liked the plot about— I have a muse that’d be perfect for that if you want to discuss?

How to Handle an invitation to RP

  • Be Considerate - It takes varying degrees of courage for someone to come into your inbox and state that they’re interested in rping with you. Especially if the person approaching you thinks that you’re god’s gift to writing. For some people it takes a tremendous leap of faith to make the first move. So when you receive an invitation for rp, please respond. Even if it’s just to say you’re not interested. It’s the polite thing to do not to keep them hanging. You were new to this stuff once. Remember?   
  • Be Honest - If you’re open to new partnerships, say so. If you’re not open to new partnerships at the moment or ever, say so. If you’re open to new partnerships, but you just don’t see yourself gelling with the person who’s asking for a shot, say so. Don’t feel pressured to accept in order to be nice. BUT be nice if you’re going to say no. This person who messaged you is human, like you, and has feelings. Be respectful, especially if they’re respectful to you first. 
  • Be Collaborative - If someone comes to your inbox with intentions of rping with you for the first time, it would be nice if you did a little grunt work too. You can take a look through their blog and see what might and might not work, instead of demanding they come to you with all of the ideas. If they say, ‘hey, how bout our muses meet at a cafe?’ take the idea further, if you like it ( e.g., ‘sure. it can be during a rain storm and my muse is looking for a place to sit’ ), or suggest something different, if you don’t (e.g. hm, how bout something else? like our muses bump into each other in a doctor’s waiting room?). RPing is a collaborative process, after all. So–be somewhat willing to collaborate?

  Example rp request denial messages which you may use:

  • hi. thanks for messaging me, but I’m not looking for new partners at this time.
  • hello. i got your message and i really appreciate the nice things you said, but I have a full plate with my partnerships/threads already. So I wouldn’t have the time or energy to devote to another one. sorry.
  • hey. i took a look through your blog/at your guidelines/at your muses and i just don’t think that we’ll fit as partners. thank you for reaching out though. good luck!

Take Home Message to all of tumblr Rpers: 

Be nice. Be honest. Be collaborative. Don’t settle. Don’t be a jerk. 

anonymous asked:

#6 for Gaston?? ;)

HERE’S A LIL ONESHOT. srry if its not what you guys expected lol i was super tired while writing it! Thanks for reading, reblogs and likes are all appreciated! Have a good one.


Originally posted by good-gay-sherlock


Title: The Night Before.
Pairing: Gaston x Reader.
Words: 1,368.
Rating: T.
Summary: After sharing a kiss the night before, Gaston meets with you and tries to explain what he’s feeling.


Pretending that nothing happened isn’t going to help either of us.” Hearing that voice in the morning was the last thing you expected. Hearing it as the first sound to awaken your senses after opening your front door was also to say the least, a big surprise. Stepping down from your front door, you pushed on his chest to get him to back away so you could walk. He did, but only half a step. Sighing in defeat, you stopped trying to maneuver your way around his broad body and cocked your hip to the side. You were all to aware of what he was referring to. You had been thinking about it ever since last night. You had gone to bed thinking about it and you had woken up thinking about it. 

You didn’t quite expect Gaston to be outside your house door though, ready to pester you about the mishap in the tavern the night before. You figured he’d have been too hungover to actually be awake this early, but here he was in all his post-war glory. Reckon, he did look a bit messier than his usual self, with a few stray hairs, bags under his eyes, and disheveled tan jacket that clung perfectly to his structured torso.

Looking at him in astonishment, it appeared as if he didn’t sleep at all and spent the night waiting to see you again. Clearing his throat, Gaston fixed his jacket, buttoning a few buttons in the middle before slicking back his hair. Rolling your eyes at the thought of Gaston performing such a romantic task specifically for you, you acknowledged his words. Swallowing softly, you grasped your skirt and tugged the fabric out of his hands swiftly. It left him a bit starstruck as you flattened the front of your dress and muttered to him, “It didn’t mean anything. It was just a kiss.”

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Midnight Blues

Summary: While your boyfriend is away on tour you find it hard to keep the relationship going. Do you call him in an attempt to fix what is left or do you wait until his return not knowing if your relationship will have survived?

Pairing: Bang Yongguk x Reader
Genre/warnings: Angst, fluff, a teensy bit suggestive
Words: 1.4K
Notes: Requested by the lovely anon!

Staring at the blank screen of your phone, you can’t stop the sinking feeling rising in your stomach. It had been three months since you last saw Yongguk and every day that passed seemed to drag on longer than the one before.

Three months. That’s 92 days, 2192 hours or 131 487 minutes but you weren’t counting.

If it wasn’t the time difference, it was his busy schedule that did not allow you to talk to each other as often as you initially had wanted. The fact that he left after a fight only diminished those precious moments even more. Now, it had been almost two weeks since you’d had a decent conversation and the more the silence greeted you every night, the more your doubt grew. Was your relationship over? How you left things the night of his departure made it sure seem like that. You still vividly remember the screaming and crying accompanied by the slamming of the door, leaving you behind in an empty apartment. It had been a stupid fight really, you had wanted him to spend more time at home because you thought his job had become too demanding of him. Thinking back to it now you can’t feel anything but regret for having reacted that way. You knew getting into a relationship with an idol was going to be different yet you chose to do it anyway. You didn’t have a right to complain now that the things you had feared of happening actually started to happen.

Glancing back at your phone, the picture on your lock screen greets you almost tauntingly. Contemplating about calling him you think of all the good it will do. All your previous calls went unanswered and frankly you didn’t want to be disappointed by the sound of his voicemail yet again. You don’t have much time to mull over those facts when your ringtone brings you back down to earth. Yongguk is requesting to face time. Begrudgingly you answer, not knowing what he might have to say to you.

“Hi.” He says. He’s lying in bed just like you, looking every bit as handsome as the last time you saw him. Something about him is different though, his cheeks look pale and sunken in and he has bags under his eyes. All the signs that he is exhausted, making you grow even more worried about him.

Not being sure about what mood he might be in you shyly reply; “Hi.”

“how are you?”

“I’m okay, how are you?”

“I’m fine.”

Silence washes over you both. You know he is lying and frankly, so are you. How can you be fine? The one person you love the most is currently not on speaking terms with you, your relationship with him dangling by an invisible thread.

“Yongguk… I know that’s not true. You look tired. Are you okay?”

“What do you think? You know I’m not okay. I haven’t seen you in so long and this tour is slowly killing me.”

“I… You know what I told you when you left. This job is important and you love it but it’s too demanding right now, you need a break. However, instead of listening to me, your stubborn ass decided to go. I know you love the fans and they mean the world to you but they can’t support you if you don’t take care of yourself.”

He let out a defeated sigh. He knows how right you are but having been in this business for so long he always thought he could handle it. Having only had himself to take care of, he neglected most of his needs as his job and the fans came first. But now, having you in his life to take care of him and to make sure he takes care of himself,  he feels as though he can’t perform the same as before. How can he give his all when he lost his heart to you?

“I know Y/N and honestly, I didn’t want to fight with you about it… You know there is nothing I can do about this, the members need me.”

You aren’t surprised by his confession. Of  course he would always put the others’ needs before his own. Sighing, you know you can’t win this battle.

“I understand Yongguk, you job is important right now and the others need you. Go to sleep, you need all the rest you can get. I’ll see you when you get home okay?”

“Thank you for understanding Y/N, I’ll see you later.”

“Bye.”

He gives you a small wave and with that you are once again engulfed in the silence of your home.

Noticing how late it actually is, you turn all the lights off and crawl into his side of the bed. It still smells like him and the scent brings you enough comfort to fall asleep.

It only seems minutes when you wake up again because you hear a crash in your kitchen. Shooting up you want to grab onto Yongguk for protection only to realize he isn’t there. Grabbing your phone you are ready to call the emergencies when you hear footsteps down the hall. Getting out of bed and running towards the door, you hide behind it. When the intruder walks inside your bedroom, you grab the closest thing around you to knock him out only to freeze in your tracks.

You would recognize that silhouette everywhere. It’s Yongguk. He’s home.

Dropping the long forgotten object from your hand, you leap onto his back. Yongguk’s body tenses up for a second from the sudden attack, his body quickly relaxing when he notices it is you. Wordlessly, he drops you from his back and turns around. You look at him and try to form a sentence but shock has taken control over your body. Instead of giving you an explanation, he grabs onto your face and brings his lips onto yours. You lose yourself in the feeling of his lips on yours, having been deprived of this kind of touch for three months. Before his tongue can dive into your mouth, you pull away for breath.

“I’ve wanted to do that the minute I walked out of our door.”

“I… Why are you here? How did you get here? I don’t understand.”

“I wanted to surprise you so I asked management for a break. All of us needed it and I couldn’t spend any more time without you.”

“But you were in abed when we talked before?”

“There was no direct flight to the airport so I took a night train to get here.”

Having understood his explanation, you suddenly remember the scare he gave you and raise your hand to slap his arm.

“Ow, what was that for? I travel all this way to be with you and you greet me with a slap?”

Seeing the soft look on his face you can’t control the tears gathering in your eyes. He’s really here, your love is home.

“That was for being a jerk. I was so scared when you left after our fight, I thought I lost you. And now you almost scare the hell out of me, making me think there is a burglar in our home. A heads up would have been nice you know.”

He gently pulls you closer to him, using his thumb to wipe a stray tear that has managed to land on your cheek.

“I’m sorry Jagi, don’t cry for me please. I hate seeing you upset and having that fight with you nearly killed me. Let’s not fight again okay? I can’t stand it. I need you in my life Y/N, I love you too goddamn much.”

“I love you too Yongguk, More than you will ever realize.”

Embracing each other in a hug, you allow yourself to calm down. After three months apart, your house feels like a home again thanks to this one person. Finally letting go, you look up at him only to see him smirk at you.

“What?” You as a bit suspiciously.

“Is this what you wear to bed when I’m not home? I like it Jagi.”

You glance down, noticing you put on one of his shirts in your haste to go to bed. Feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks you get ready to hit him again, only to be pulled back against his chest.

“Hey now, no more of that hitting. Why don’t you show me how much you love me instead?”

Thinking about a smart comeback you feel him grab onto your thighs and lift you off the ground. Spinning around and gently dropping you on the bed, you let an involuntary yelp escape your throat. Before you realize it, Yongguk’s body has joined yours on the bed while his hands trail all over you and his lips attach themselves to your neck.

Let’s just say you both didn’t get the rest you needed that night.


A/N: I know this isn’t so long but I wanted to keep it as sweet as possible. Hope you enjoy! 💋

[Do not reblog/use without giving credit. Do not copy my story, plagiarism will be reported. Do not post on any other media outlets.]

“Broken” (Chapter Four)

I love this Chapter! I love Bucky getting to know the team better, and I love Sam. Bucky and Tony talk for the first time as well, and its a sweet moment. Long chapter, almost 3500 words.

Please make sure if you’re reading this you at least hit the like button, I am tagging ALOT of people, and am only getting about half of liking it, and maybe a handful of people reblogging, which is super discouraging. Writers don’t ask for much, so please just show the fic a little love! Ill post again when most of the tag list has responded to the fic!

Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

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Out of everyone, it was Sam who made the first real effort to drag Bucky out of his room and into the world.

Sure, Clint would come and knock on the door if Bucky was late for a meal, and of course Steve invited Bucky along to everything he did, even if it was just walking downstairs for some coffee. But it was Sam who decided that he had had enough of Bucky hiding away after a week or so and showed up to change it.

“Bucky!” He knocked on the bedroom door loudly. “Bucky, I know your ass is awake, open this door. Don’t make me come in after you!”

“Sam.” Bucky opened the door and looked at Sam cautiously, left arm behind his back, wings nearly hidden behind his shoulders. “Are you looking for Steve? He’s in the–”

“Looking for you.” Sam folded his arms across his chest, wings rising in interest as he looked Bucky up and down. “I was thinking– I know you can run, seen it for myself. You want to go for a run with me this morning? Usually Cap goes with me, but he’s taking his sweet time in that shower so why don’t you and I just go?”

Bucky shifted uncertainly at the thought of leaving the Tower at all, much less without Steve, and looked back into the room as if hoping Steve would appear and make a decision for him.

Sam caught the quick motion and cleared his throat. “What, you need permission? You’re a big boy, come on. Get some fresh air, wind through your wings, all of that.” Then he raised an eyebrow challengingly. “Unless of course you think I’m gonna outrun your ass. You’re as old as Steve right? Pushing a hundred?”

“A hundred?” Bucky blurted before he could catch himself. “The hell I am!” 

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H part 6: Met H today, 3Aug, for more car fun.
A leopard never changes its spot. Even though we were busted by Men in Blue last week, we are back to having car fun today!

Met up with H and we drove to Marina Barrage. It was so windy and dark so we spent some time there hugging and kissing. My hand also slipped into her top and trying to find her raisin nipple and it took some effort! Her nips were semi erected during that time.

We got back to the car and drove to an empty carpark elsewhere and this time we were more straight-to-the-point because I’ve already entered her last Sat/Sun(read Part 5) & we knew we will be fucking again today. Our lust for each other is always so much that it is very hard to control and go home without some action.

Soon we stripped off our pants and underwear/panties. Took off her bra as usual and suck on her nips. Standard SOP to make her horny and wet. With her lying on the rear seats, I entered her moist pussy and god she was so tight and wet because we last fucked 4 days ago. Her raisin nips were erected by now and I suck on it as I fucked her.

We then changed to her being on top of me riding me as I sat down. Gosh she was taking so much initiative and fondled my balls with her right hand while she rode me. She also licked my ear and it felt so good. Soon she came and release more juices. Wished I could video down the action but she’s still shy about it so I gotta respect that.

She rode me for a good 10mins+ and sat beside me and fondled my balls again while I jerk off myself until I came. Alot! Cannot cum inside her this time as its not her safe period. Cant wait to creampie her again :)

Attached her yoga pics which she sent me. Do you think she looks hot?
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Mermaid In The Water

aww, you’re such a sweetheart, thank you love. x

A/N: i don’t do smut, so don’t ask || enjoy ♥

Fandom: Disney Descendants

Boy: Carlos De vil

Word Count: 1,677

Warning(s): Fluff

‘‘This is blowing my mind right now!!’‘

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BALLBUSTING CLASS 2 (Story)
Written by a girl
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The whole class fell into a state of enthusiasm. While he was struggeling standing up ,the girls where giggling and laughing.
“Can I go next?” Asks one girl
“No, It’s my turn” replies another one
“Calm down my fellow ladies. First i will show you how to connect what you have learned about his testicles with his penis” says Jenn while picking up the still groaning Man kneeling besides her by taking his dick in her hand and dragging him up. He groans but cannot resist. She drags the hulk up again and points with her other hand at his tip of his penis.
“Do you see this Ladies. This is pre-cum. It’s only logically that when you hit those cum filled low hanging bags, they will start leaking. In general by using their Dick they can be controlled by giving them a mixture of pleasure but then striking again, to first give them hope but then taking it again.” She says while starting to jerk his cock.
“How does it feel ?” Asks Jenn
“Very good ” he replies in his deep voice while trying to enjoy the moment and putting his arms behind his back. Short after his cock went hard and the students were impressed.
“Especially after their balls have been hit there is a lot of pressure in them, so they want to cum really really badly. But they don’t just want to masturbate all by himself” she says while still having a good Grip around his aroused dick with her sharp nailed fingers going up and down “ they are so horny that they absolutely want to get an orgasm by a woman. And for that they would take a lot to maybe have a chance to get that in the end ”
While he was still enjoying the handjob which you could see in his face as Jenn also rubbs her thighs against his cock and her tits onto his body she gently wanders her hand hand from behind his neck to his big chin and beard down to his hairy chest but not down to his cock like he thought but to his groin again as she clenches her fist and ramms it into his exposed melon balls. He immediatly clenches together down but not too much because he didn’t want her to stop the handjob while he exhales abruptly while also groaning in agony. But this time she lands a second eve harder shot right between both his testicles which made him go down completely. While he was once again moaning in pain Jenn says “ okay the lesson is about to end. Now he is all yours”.
With that the girls jump up with a sense of amusement and almost run like animals towards the man hulk lieing on his back still holding his balls. The 6 to 7 students attack him from all sides. One girl immediately came down and sat between his legs trying to shove away his hands from his manhood. 2 Girls from each side tried to push away his arms and wrapped their whole arms and legs around them making them not useable. While another girl ungently grabs his flaccid cock which got hard short after and another girl was pushing him down by his shoulders and chest while gently biting him in his Cheek of his face. After about 3 seconds they had him completely pinned down and every extremity wide spread. Although he resisted ,against this small army of girls there was nothing he could do no matter how much strength he uses. He was surrounded by young tits and asses grinding all over him while they ungently grabbed his cock jerk in it and ungently each girl took one ball in the hand, squeezing them in amusement and interest. They were punching them one after another until the girl who busted him first decided to put her fist onto his balls while pressing the onto the ground. He was groaning and moaning in pain. Those little beasts had him underfloor control and used her new learned knowledge perfectly as the used his biggest weakness against him to own his big developed man body. After 15 minutes he came after the immense pressure on his balls and the girls one after another left the classroom with a smile leaving behind this mess.

The Beauty in the Beast - The Way Home

A/N: Part five of the Demon!Dean series. This does not take place in season ten when Dean got turned by the Mark of Cain, but a little while later. It will all be explained eventually, but let’s keep some mystery for now;) Also I am going to plead with all of you to leave some feedback. Some of you already do, but with the new Tumblr update, every single comment and reblog are so incredibly important. To those who leaves feedback, thank you, it means so much to me to hear your thoughts and kind words. Finally a shout out to my beta @thorne93, you rock.  

Characters: Reader, Dean

Warnings: Language, some gore.

Wordcount: 3093

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Series summary:
When your father dies bloody in a hunt, you do all you can to bring him back. Hurt, grieving, and desperate, you seek out the king of hell, hoping against all hope he will help you. To your surprise, it’s not Crowley you meet, it’s the infamous Dean Winchester. You’ve only heard tales about the Winchester brothers, but this is not the green eyed hunter you once heard of. The candy green eyes other huntress’ has told you about has turned black, his expression cold, and his heart rid of compassion. Dean is ready to deal, but will you accept his offer? Will you discover the truth about how he became Crowley’s right hand? Will you be able to save yourself?


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Dean slowly came to the next morning, feeling a little disoriented before he remembered what had transpired last night. He looked down to see you in the chair, slumped over his bed, one arm under your head and the other placed on his chest. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you. Had you really spent the entire night like this? He reached down and carefully brushed some hair from your face while he softly called your name. “(YN),” he tried a little louder when there was no response.

You stirred slightly, your eyes opening and closing a few times before you jerked your head up and met Dean’s eyes. Your eyes widened as you saw your hand splayed out on his chest and you hurriedly pulled it away. “Sorry. You were struggling to breathe and I just wanted to make sure I woke up if you got any worse.” The blush that rose on your cheeks grew warm and you dipped your head down to hide it.

“It’s fine,” Dean said, chuckling a little at your embarrassment.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, changing the subject.

“I’m feeling better,” he said as he tried to get himself sitting in the bed.

You jumped to your feet and helped him up, ignoring how the muscles on his back felt under your touch. “How much better? Do you think we can go back to the bunker today?” you asked. “I don’t want to think about what happens when the manager finds all these bloody sheets and towels,” you said, motioning to the pile of bloody fabric on the other bed.

“I don’t think I should be driving,” he said. “And I’m not sure I trust you with my baby either,” he said in a light voice.

“I saved your life, Winchester, I think you can trust me with your car.”  You took a step back as Dean flung his feet off of the bed, holding out your hand for him to take and help him up.

“I’m a lot less expensive to fix,” he countered.

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Request: “An imagine where the reader is Chibs’s daughter who is a trained killer who does kills for other SOA Charters. She meets Happy when the reader is burying a body. They fall in love until she is shot in the head in front of Chibs and Happy.”

Guys, I cried while writing this, omg! Don’t forget to comment, reblog, like and follow! I love hearing from you guys! Xoxo

Mo Ghra is Scottish for ‘my love’

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           “Yes dad, I’m fine, just a little knick to my side, “ you told Chibs, “the other guy looks much worse, trust me.”

           “Where are ye?” he asked, to which you immediately gave your location. “I’m sending one of my guys to help ya, no arguments please mo ghra.”

           You rolled your eyes but agreed, hanging up the phone and began digging the hole you were set to put the body in. You weren’t sure how long you’d been digging when the sound of a bike made you look up. A slim, tan guy with no hair came up to you.

           You nodded to the second shovel you had brought with you, “I’m Y/N.”

           He nodded, “Happy.”

           You laughed, “That doesn’t fit you at all dude.”

           He shrugged, “You did a number on this guy. What’d he do to you?”

           “Oh nothing. This is just a job to me. Lee from the Tacoma Charter called and said he needed someone dead, and I’m the girl for that, so here we are,” you explained nonchalantly, continuing to dig, “It didn’t help that the bastard grazed me with his blade. That did make his death a little more painful.”

           Happy laughed, which took you by surprise because, despite his name, he did not seem like a joyful person. “Damn girl, you’re somethin’ else,” he told you as the two of you hoisted the body into the hole and covered him with the dirt.

           “I’ve been called worse,” you told him, winking as he helped you take your tools to your truck.

           “Where ya headed?” he asked, leaning up against the truck, lighting up a cigarette and offering you one.

           Taking the offer, you shrugged “Nowhere in particular. What ya got in mind?”

           Happy shrugged, “You could come back to the clubhouse and see who can outdrink who?”

           “Oh, you’re so on, man,” you told him, laughing as you jumped in your truck to head to the clubhouse.

*Two years later*

“Babe,” you called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah,” Happy said, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

You giggled as he trailed kisses from your jawline to your neck. You moaned, “As much as I would love to stay in bed with you, I have a job. I’ll be back later okay?”

He groaned but nodded, “Alright, I love you girl.”

You kissed him, “I love you, Hap.”

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Despite being contracted with SAMCRO, you sometimes took jobs with other people too. You went where the money was. Getting out of your truck, tight grip on your gun, you walked up to the man you had talked to on the phone the week prior.

“Y/N,” he said with a smile on his face, extending his hand.

“Hello Mr. Pope. What can I do for ye?” you asked. You were shocked when more men came out from behind the buildings, which made you immediately raise your gun.

Pope laughed, “Put that away, Y/N. Regardless of who you shoot, you’ll be taken down right after.”

You slowly set your gun down and kicked it to him as you were grabbed from behind and forced to sit on your knees next to Pope’s feet. “What do you want?” you asked through gritted teeth, “I’m not gonna beg for my life, dickhead, so shoot me if that’s what you’re gonna do.”

He laughed, “Oh, Y/N, you may not beg for your life, but I know two people who will. I need you to be as quite as possible or I’m gonna shoot your dad and your old man, do you understand me?” You nodded as you heard the rumble of bikes in the distance, and Pope walked off.

“I want the bald one and the Scott in cuffs hooked to the ground, “You heard Pope order and tears filled your eyes as for the first time in your life, you were terrified of what was about to happen. A long time went by before Pope came back and jerked you off of the ground, pulling you behind him as he walked.

You gasped as you saw Happy and your dad tied up, struggling against the ties once they saw that he had you.

“Let her go you fuckin’ prick,” Chibs yelled, with his own tears welling up in his eyes as Pope tossed you to the ground.

“Get up and kneel girl,” he ordered, watching you do exactly as he said, “I told you all from the beginning that I was not one to fuck with, and you fucked with me. There are consequences for your actions, boys.” As he said this, you felt the cold steel against the back of your head and watched Happy and Chibs both struggling against the cuffs, begging Pope to take them instead.

“I love you,” you mouthed to your two favorite men.

Happy wailed as the gun went off, falling to the ground as your lifeless body fell. “Maybe this will teach SAMCRO not to fuck with Pope Enterprises. All of you have more family, just remember that. Your guys are on their way with a key. Have a nice day, gentlemen,” Pope said before getting in his car and leaving.

“Happy! Chibs!” They heard Jax yell.

“Over here,” Chibs called back.

“Holy shit,” Juice said as he came around the corner and saw Y/N’s body on the ground. He quickly went to unlock the cuffs on Happy and Chibs as the rest of SAMCRO came around and took in the scene. Happy immediately got up and ran to his bike, taking off before anyone could say anything. “Juice, follow him, make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid,” Jax ordered.

Chibs went over and picked your lifeless body up as he cried, smoothing your hair out of your face. “Mo ghra, I love you.”

Sleeping with my Professor ~Naughty November~

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Prompt: Professor Elija smut

Pairing: Reader x Elijah

Word Count: 830

Warning: none

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I saved your ass

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Word Count: 1648

Warnings: mmh, none.


I used to take refuge at Hale’s House. Since there had been the burning, and the few survivors had left Beacon Hills, the house was by now abandoned. I needed a place to stay a bit alone, away from my family, from my friends, and everyone else. It was my secret refuge, until Derek Hale wasn’t returned to the city. The first time I met him, he found me while I was sitting on one of the sofas in the room on the second floor, with a book in my hand. As soon as I looked up, and saw him, I jumped up, and panicked, I ran away.
I saw Derek a few days later, when one of my friends, Scott, had been bitten by a werewolf. The first time Stiles told me, I began to laugh. Who knew that the stories about werewolves were true?
And when Stiles told me that Derek was a werewolf, I had a stroke. Scott and Stiles had decided to talk to him, and asked me to follow them. Hesitantly, I decided finally to go. When I saw Derek, I felt speed up the heart; the first time, I had only fleetingly, however, in that moment my eyes wouldn’t stop exploring his body. He was cute, and his mysterious look.. I still fascinated more.
After the conversation between Scott and Derek, this last came towards me.
“There was no need for you to run away, the last time. You can come here when you want to hide.”
At first I decided not to go into the house; to know that I was no longer alone, it made me feel.. nervous. I felt uncomfortable, knowing that there was Derek.
One day, however, I quarreled furiously with my father, and not knowing where else to go, I ran to Derek. I had tears in my eyes, when I knocked on the front door. Derek just saw me, his face turned from confused to worried. He asked me what had happened, and surprisingly, he embraced me. I didn’t expect such a.. lovely gesture from him. I didn’t say what had happened, I asked only awkwardly if I could stay, and he, without another word, made me sit in the house.
From that moment I went to go to Derek’s house, whenever I needed it.
Stay in that house, alone with Derek, it was not easy. I was always nervous in his presence, even though I tried to ignore it, I knew he felt my nervousness. Even without his wolf powers.
The guy used to train, and I.. I tried not to look at him. Even though my eyes were always on him.
One afternoon, as I entered Hale’s house (by now I entered without even knocking), I saw Derek while exercising on chin-up bar, without a shirt. I was behind his, watching his body, his arms muscles, his tattoo on the back. I had realized how much he had been beautiful for a long time, but at that moment, seeing him there, his body was naked and sweaty.. I suddenly felt the butterflies in the stomach. I jumped when Derek jumped on the floor; he turned to me and greeted me.
“You’re right?” he asked me, knowing that my heart beat hard. I didn’t have time to answer, that a worried look formed on Derek’s face.
“Derek? Something wrong?”
“You came alone?”
I frowned, and Derek’s question put me in confusion. Did he feel the presence of someone else besides us?
Suddenly Derek shook my arm and dragged me to one of the couches in the next room.
“Don’t move from here, do you understand? Y/n, don’t make noise.”
“But Der-” I couldn’t finish the sentence that I heard the front door being broken by someone. Derek looked up at the people who had come home, and turned into a wolf, fluttered over them. I couldn’t see anything behind my hiding place, but I felt perfectly the noises of the fight between Derek and somebody else.
Suddenly, I heard a female voice speak to Derek, and I immediately realized that she was Kate Argent. She said she missed Derek, and she missed having fun with him, like when they were young.
A dirt of jealousy invaded my body; I didn’t know that they were attending, and thinking of Kate in Derek’s arms.. I threw that thought out of my mind.
When I suddenly heard Derek scream with pain, I jerked, and I shouted.
“Who is there?” shouted Kate.
I put my hand to my mouth, trying not to make any other noise. Kate shifted her attention again to Derek, continuing to torture him.
I was tired of hearing the boy screaming because of the pain, and I realized that one of the windows in the room was open, an idea came to my mind. It was crazy, but I couldn’t stay there doing nothing. I had to help Derek.
Suddenly, I got out of my hiding place, and I found face to face with Kate. I saw Derek, his chest covered with wounds, and he almost faded on the floor.
“Who are you?”
I didn’t know what to say; I looked at Derek, who looked with me gazing at me, but instead I said the first thing that came to my mind.
“Do you want to hurt Derek? Take me.”
Kate was surprised to hear those words, and Derek was also surprised, but that was the only thing I had thought to say.
“And who are you, her fiancée?” said the hunter, laughing, “Impossible; you’re just a stupid little girl, you’re so afraid your legs are shaking.”
His words hit me like knives that fluttered in my stomach, but I tried to be as bold as possible for Derek, and so I answered.
“At least I’m not a bitch like you. Why do you think Derek got tired of you and left you?“
I was surprised at my own words; I had never been courageous, but at that moment I just wanted to save Derek.
Anger took over on Kate, and her gun quickly pointed to me; it was a moment. I turned to the open window, and I went out, but not before I heard a shot, and a bullet hit my shoulder.
I caught a scream, but despite the pain, I managed to get out of the house, and I found myself out on the porch. I touched my wounded shoulder, and I noticed she was beginning to lose blood.
I heard more shots, and when I turned, I saw Derek jump out of the window and run to me.
Without thinking about it twice, I started running off into the woods, with Derek being a few yards away from me. He and me had been away from home very much, and suddenly I heard Derek call me and say stop.
I put my hands on my knees, tired of the long run; Derek came to me and checked my shoulder.
“We have to remove the bullet, and quickly.”
Derek and me decided to go to Deaton, the city’s veterinarian. When the doctor saw me and Derek entered the veterinary clinic, he immediately realized that something had happened to hunters and werewolves.
Deaton put me on the steel counter in his operating room, and he asked me to take off the jacket and knit. At first I hesitated, but then I did what he asked me. I felt so embarrassed, sitting there, with nothing else but the bra, while Derek, on the other side of the room, was just staring at me. I blushed, thinking at the time that Derek was also without knitwear.
“This will hurt a little.” Deaton said, as he took a pair of pliers and slipped into the wound.
I felt my body wring out for pain; Derek came to me and shook my hand between his. My eyes met his, and I saw the concern on his face. I made a smile to calm him, but the pain came back when Deaton pushed the clamp in my flesh even further; The bullet had come in deep, and it wasn’t easy to extract it. My usual fortune. Derek shook my hand more, and suddenly the pain calmed, until it disappeared altogether. I looked surprised Derek, I wanted to know how he did, but I heard Deaton sigh.
“Behold, I have done. Now I sew the wound, and then I’ll give you some medicine to take.”
After about ten minutes, the wound was completely closed, and all that time I had not felt pain. Deaton told me to rest for a few days, then he left me and Derek alone.
The boy came closer to me, and putting his hands on my hips, he managed to lock me on the counter. I couldn’t get off.
“I thought I told you to stay hidden.”
Derek’s serious voice sent me on turns; he was trying to get angry, but I knew he was worried.
“I saved your ass, Hale.”
“Kate shot you.”
I was trying to stay focused on the conversation I was having with Derek, but I was just thinking that he was close to me, too close, and that we were both naked. I looked away from his, and took a look at my shoulder.
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“Yeah, because I helped you.”
Curious to know how he had done, I asked him.
“Wolves Secrets.”
I rolled my eyes as Derek took my jacket, and put it on my shoulders.
“Anyway, you’re right. You saved my life. But.. don’t do it again.” Derek said; he approached me, and hug me, making me blush.
“I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
There had never been such a thing between me and Derek, and that made me confused, and oddly happy.
Perhaps Derek wasn’t the scurvy person who wanted to believe others.


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Broken

Based on this amazing story from @neen-writes Go read it first if you haven’t yet! (’Broken’ can be read as a complementary fic and follow-up story?)

Word count: 1.6k

Angst ahead!

Thanks to @bluuesparrow for beta-ing :)


Seeing him like that, beaten to the ground with no strength left to stand back up, had Levy moving instinctively to stand protectively between Gajeel and the rogue mages.

“LEVY!” She heard him yelling, probably cursing under his breath for her recklessness. She was at her limit too, but the fire in her soul commanding her to protect him helped her deal with the exhaustion and pain that wracked her body.

Without noticing it, Levy’s hands were moving, drawing the spell ‘Mirror’ and pouring all the magic she had left into it. This was it; this was their last chance to make it out alive. If she screwed up now, not just her, but Gajeel too will-

No. Get it together, Levy. I’ll do it right.

Her magic flowed into her spell which grew into a massive script in front of her. With the magic blast coming towards them and with no more options available, Levy braced herself for the impact.

This will have to do it.

“Damnit Lev, get-” She didn’t hear the last part of his sentence as it was drowned out by the loud sound of magic clashing against her barrier. The attack was stronger than she expected and she had to dig the balls of her feet in the ground when she was pushed back from the impact. Her body tensed up with the effort of keeping the barrier up. Her lungs burned for the much needed air while her consciousness threatened to leave her at any given moment.

I can’t give up! I want- no, I will protect Gajeel!

She screamed when she willed the last traces of her magic to be poured into her barrier. She knew it was risky as hell to use that much magic, but if she was to fall, she would make sure she’d at least take down most of the enemies with her.

Thank the heavens above, her spell worked wonderfully just as she expected. The attack flew back towards the rogue mages, blasting them away and knocking most of them out cold. Relief flooded through her as she tried to recover her breath with painful effort.

Her arms fell limp to her sides as Levy was unable to will her trembling body to listen to her anymore. She knew the risks of her plan but went through with it anyways.

At least…

She managed to turn her head slowly to look at Gajeel on the ground staring at her in awe and concern. The corners of her mouth moved upwards in a weak smile when her hazel eyes met his red irises.

He’s… okay…

The distinctive metallic taste of blood in her mouth reminded her of the unavoidable predicament she had dragged herself into. She felt light-headed in a moment and her eyelids grew heavy as she couldn’t focus her eyes on Gajeel anymore.

I’m sorry, Gajeel.

Levy’s eyes rolled back into her head as she fell unconscious to the ground like a broken doll.

“LEVY!!”


When Levy opened her eyes, the only thing she could feel was exhaustion. Even when it seemed like she had slept for ages, her body felt like lead and her eyelids were so heavy that it was an impressive feat that she had her eyes open. Heavy breaths escaped her lips and fogged the mask that covered her mouth and nose helping her breathe.

“Levy…” Her tired eyes looked to her right and there she found Pantherlily in his large form looking down at her with concern in his eyes. When she met his gaze, a relieved smile graced the Exceed’s features as the corner of his eyes crinkled in happiness.

“How are you feeling?” He brushed her hair from her sweaty forehead with a gentle paw. She tried to utter a ‘Fine’ but instead a groan escaped her lips.

“Don’t push yourself. You still need rest.” Levy blinked slowly in understanding and smiled tiredly at her friend.

“I’ll let the other-”

“Lily,” Gajeel growled, interrupting his friend before he could finish his statement. He stood at the end of the bed with arms crossed over his chest and narrow eyes directed at Levy. His body language screamed tension and anger.

“Get out,” he commanded in his gruff voice.

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May I Interest You in an Apology Muffin?

Sadly, I don’t remember who reblogged this prompt and brought it to my attention. The original source is here, though.

Sterek, T, 1.5K words

‘i didn’t want to tell my friend who my real date last night was so i just pointed at a random stranger (you) but now they’re storming over to interrogate you and you’re playing along??? okay’ au


“Tell me, tell me, tell me,” Scott chanted, and Stiles rolled his eyes.

“No,” he hissed, scooting his chair closer. “And be quiet, people are looking at us.”

“Fine,” Scott sighed. “Then if you won’t tell me who it was, why was the date so bad?”

“He was rude,” Stiles said, which was not a lie. “He was late and just kind of a dick.”

Scott frowned at him. “Sorry, man, that sucks.”

“Yeah, story of my life, right?”

Scott nodded solemnly, full of the appropriate bro-sympathy. “So who was it?” he blurted out.

Stiles groaned and scrubbed a hand through his hair.

Honestly? He’d gone out with this guy that Scott knew, some super-hot water polo player from his econ class that Scott had done a project with. Scott had warned Stiles off of him, repeatedly, because he was apparently a big jerk who couldn’t even make his share of the PowerPoint slides. But Stiles didn’t listen, and he said yes when the guy had asked him out. Annnd he was just as terrible as Scott said. Stiles just wasn’t in the mood for Scott’s I-told-you-sos.

“No,” he emphasized. “I’m not telling you.”

“Why not?” he said, with a little pout.

Stiles screamed a little inside his head and took a glance around the coffee shop, trying to think of a diversion. “Because he’s here,” he hissed, and Scott’s eyes widened as he craned his neck.

“Wait, seriously? Who is it? C’mon, just tell me.”

“Uh…,” Stiles said, buying for time while he looked around as surreptitiously as possible. “That guy over there,” he whispered finally, jerking his chin toward the dark-haired guy three tables over, a guy so hot that Stiles’ only chance with him would most definitely be in an imaginary scenario.

Scott looked over his shoulder at the guy and got that determined glint in his eye that Stiles recognized, just about three seconds too late. Scott was gonna do something that he thought was heroic but was actually dumb.

“Scott!” he hissed, grabbing for his backpack and nearly knocking over their coffee cups in his haste to follow him. “Oh, holy shit.”

“Hey!” Scott said, tapping the guy’s shoulder and jerking his thumb over his shoulder at Stiles. “Why were you such a jerk to my friend on your date last night?”

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Tough Love pt1

hey guys, my names Goldie! this is my first fanFic ever about the brooding and beautiful Eric Coulter with the help of @sparklemichele Feel Free to reblog and messages me with questions!  ENJOY!

“Fuck!” my head hit the mat hard. Four looked down at me and smirked.

“Just give in so we can go back to our apartments.” He offers his hand. In my mind he might as well have offered me flowers and a trophy that said “weak”. I swat his hand away and jump to my feet, turning from four i walked off the mat in a huff without a word.

In all my four years as a leader my attitude remains the same, win at all costs, to be defeated is the greatest shame. My name is Aadya I was born and raised Dauntless, I finished at the top of my group of initiates and soon after I decided my path was to be a leader.

As I walked through the pit many young dauntless avert their eyes or lower their conversations to whispers beyond my ear. I bled for the position I hold today but besides the blood my disposition  came with another cost… Loneliness.

There are many nights when I wonder what it would be like had I grown up in another faction, Abnegation for example, would I be surrounded by friends and family?  I shook the thought away as I entered the code to my apartment. We just had a new group of initiates come in this morning, tomorrow would be their first day with me and the thought of their tears, blood and defeat made me smile….

“you are here because you wanted more than the meager lifes afforded to you in your born factions, while some of you just got here and others were born here,  you each made a choice. Now… prove you made the right choice” the group of nervous and cocky eyes stared at my stone cold emotionless face with fear and excitement. After pairing them up i announced the task. “ the person you are standing beside is now your enemy, fight and show me what you’re made of”

“ but its only our second day” someone from the back called out.

“With that attitude consider it your last” I barked back and there were no more outbursts from the crowd.

“what Aadya says stands true, fight and be deemed useful. Fail and consider yourself factionless” Four went around the room adjusting the initiates in their stances. I joined Four in walking around, making mental note of who was a decent fighter and who held true potential. At the end of the hour long training session I gave permission for Four to dismiss them to get some lunch. As the room emptied I decided to train a bit myself. I took off my leather jacket and stretched my arms out. I had picked up three knifes on my way to the targets and stood still as I held the smallest one in my hand. Growing up my father called this “ becoming the weapon”. with a steady and firm flick of my wrist the knife went soaring across the room into the jugular zone of the target. Pleased with myself I went through four more groups of knifes before I decided to call it quits.

“well well well, if it isn’t the forever hated 3”  a deep voice came from the shadows of the training room. “ if it isn’t the foul stench of the underworld come to disturb me my in all my greatness” I turned to see Eric Coulter step into the light of the room.

“greatness” he paused. “ such a extraordinary word for such a ordinary girl”

Eric was part of my group. Four finished first, Eric second and me third. Thats why he always called me three. Ignoring him I continued to walk out of the training room lowering my eyes I watched as eric stuck his foot out to trip me.

“ going to have to do better than… that second place” I frowned. His attempt to trip me  was only a distraction and his fist connected with my jaw. Eric moved to hit me again as the anger crossed his dark and alarming features. I blocked his blows with ease.

 Eric was much larger than I was but he was slower as well. Leaning back I pulled my leg in sharply and kicked him in the stomach and as he bent over I used the opportunity to kick him right in the chin, his head jerked towards the sky from the impact. I pulled my knife out and in one swift movement had it to his neck. He smacked my hand out of the way and stood back trying to catch his breath.

“Bitch” he said “ ingrate” I replied and turned on my heels out of the room.

When I got back to my apartment I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. A huge bruise was starting to form and my lip was busted. “ DAMNIT”! I could feel the anger overflowing and before I knew it I was staring at the remains of a shattered mirror……

I heard a knock at my apartment door. “piss off”! I called out.

“Aadya its me” Four replied. “ just let me in”

I frowned, took a deep breath and opened the door. Four’s eyes grew large and he sighed.

“let me guess…” he shook his head.

“GOD DAMN THAT ERIC COULTER…for fucks sake what did I ever do to him came at me like a bat out of hell he did!” I could feel the anger returning and my foot connected with the nearest object, lucky for Four it was only a metal chair.

“Aadya calm down. If this behavior gets back to max he’ll have both of you by the neck” at fours comment all anger drained from my face. I sighed and looked at Four. “ I have got to get my anger under control”

“you will, I will help you” Four placed his hand on my shoulder. “ if I didn’t know any better id say we just became friends” he smiled

“ but you do” I frowned and shrugged his hand off my shoulder…..

You (Probably) Shouldn’t Have

Characters: Sister!Reader, Sam, Dean

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: Language, Arguing (not really bad, but *shrugs*), kinda fluffy, a spot of angst (again, nothing too bad), Dean being a cute older brother, Sam being the cutie that he is, sugar coma, Dean briefly hating on Sam’s hair

Word Count: 2755

A/N: What’s up my peeps? I haven’t written anything in a while, so I figured I should probably do that before people start to hate me more than they probably already do. So, here is the sequel to Of Women and Winchesters. I know that you guys probably expected something a little different, and so did I honestly, but this is what came to me. So, here you go. I don’t really think it’s super required to read OW&W before you read this, but it kind of helps and definitely doesn’t hurt. So, please leave feedback, like, reblog. I really do live for your guys’s comments and would love to start getting more of them.

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Six hours. Six long hours is the amount of time that Sam and Dean had to be stuck in the car with you after your post spirit celebration. After your nap, which lasted all of about thirty minutes, you woke to the sensation of a hammer consistently beating against your skull. You began whining about twenty minutes into the headache causing both boys to glance back at you.

“Morning sleepyhead.” Dean says before turning back towards the road. “Now, I imagine you probably have a pounding headache right about now?”

“Uh huh.” You groan burying your face into the backseat. “It hurts…and my mouth is so dry.”

“Hold on a sec.” Dean tells you before you suddenly feel the car swerving and then hitting what seems to be a pothole.

“Ow!” You whine when your head bounces off of the seat. “What was that for?”

Instead of answering, he tosses something over the seat. Groaning, you drag your arm over to pick it up and grimaced remembering your antics from the night before.

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Finding Home - Chapter 18 (Sam Drake x Reader)

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Sam’s grin softened into a small smile, and he went to the kitchen. He grabbed a bowl and cut a banana and an apple into small pieces in it, then he poured water in the biggest glass he could find. He made a mug of tea too. He put them on a tray, along with a painkiller, a spoon, honey, sugar and lemon, then he went to your door and knocked softly on it. While he was preparing your breakfast he could hear from the kitchen that you went to the bathroom to take a shower, then stormed back into your room, without giving him even a glance.

“Go away!” - came your muffled voice from the other side.

“I made you breakfast." 

"I know a perfect place where you can put it!”

Sam grinned. 

“Come on, it was just a joke!”

He stood there for a few moments, and when you didn’t answer him, he decided to go in.

“I’m coming in!” - he said, but he waited if you would yell to stop him.

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Insults (Part 2)

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Harry’s POV

(Y/N) didn’t stay at home that night. In fact, I had no idea where she went. I could only assume she went to her Mother’s as she lived close to ours. I had called her almost every ten minutes and left hundreds of text messages, apologising for my outburst and for her to tell me her whereabouts. 

I could see she had read the messages and chosen not to reply. Who would blame her? I was a fucking dick to her. I deserved to be ignored and not have her to hold as we fell asleep. 

I don’t know why I said what I said towards her, as she did nothing wrong. I was just in a shit mood and unsurprisingly, I took it out on someone else. 

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The Great Ukulele Caper

Sorry my titles are cheesy lol 

So this was supposed to be cute and funny, but it got out of control, so prepare yourselves for the post-”Moving Forward” feels cuz here. they. are. That video wrecked me and I needed an outlet, okay? Okay. 

So here, and I am actually sorry. 

Also, this is my first time writing a fic with Thomas in it, so sorry if I get him all wrong or step on any toes. I don’t usually write him in, but I felt like maybe it was okay in this case? Either way, I did my best.

Summary: Thomas’s ukulele is missing, and the only place he hasn’t checked yet is the MindScape…

Characters: Thomas, Patton, Roman, Virgil, Logan (no pairings)

Word Count: 3,280 (my longest SS fic yet. oops.)

Warnings: “Fix You” by Coldplay is back, and I’m. Not. Sorry. It’s too #relevant to ignore, and I have a lot of emotions. Other than that, no real warnings that I can think of besides angst

Tags will be in the reblog because Tumblr hates me.

ALSO I’m SO sorry the Read More keeps disappearing!! I forget that every time I edit something on mobile, that vanishes. SO sorry to everyone who had to deal with that.  

He’d been searching all afternoon, but he just couldn’t find it anywhere. Not on the couch, in the couch, or under the couch. Not in his bed, on his bed, or under his bed. Not in the laundry room or the kitchen; he’d even checked the stairway! 

Thomas just couldn’t find his ukulele anywhere, so he mustered all the mental power he could spare and transported himself to the MindScape. 

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