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Not A Bad Thing ~ Part Six

Originally posted by xehun

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-Okay this is my 3rd time re-posting this part. If it is STILL cut off half-way through, let me know! 


I stood there, with my voice caught in my throat. I didn’t miss the way Sehun’s face scrunched up in thought. His eyes darted from me to Eun Ji, who was still staring at me.

“I don’t think so.” I almost croaked, my smile falling slightly. I’m feigning ignorance, staring at Sehun with questioning eyes.

“No, no. I’ve seen you somewhere before.” Eun Ji pushed looking at Sehun, “How long have you two been together now?”

Sehun was a bit taken back by Eun Ji’s seriousness in her question.

“It’s been 2 months since we met.” I answered for Sehun, “I don’t think we’ve met. What was your name again?”

“Eun Ji.” She stated, glaring at me. This was expected, and I wasn’t surprised. It seems that Eun Ji is still stuck at Sehun’s hip. Her feels haven’t faded and she still wants to keep a tight grip on Sehun. It’s not clear if her personality has improved like Sehun’s has.

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Eyes Closed

Pairing: Dave x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1618

Author’s Note: So, I would’ve posted this last night but my computer started acting up so I had to wait. I wrote this in an hour and I’m pretty proud of it. It’s cute.Thanks to my lovely babe @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me. She’s amazing y’all.

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Green + v

I lay on my bed squirming with my eyes shut tight. My body is on fire I’m so fucking hot. I want to touch myself so bad. All day I’ve been thinking about my better half Taehyung and my urges for him have been unreal these past few days. He left a week ago to go on tour and for me the week has been to long. 

We talked every night on the phone said little I love you’s and I miss you’s even had a moment to talk dirty to each other. But number one rule. No pleasing yourself if the other isn’t around. He’s not allowed to touch his and I’m not allowed mine. But it’ll be another night until he gets home. And I don’t know if I can hold it.

I sigh getting up and I strip out of my silk gown. I take my bra and panties off hoping that it will make me feel a bit better. The air temperature in the room is low enough as it is I don’t want to freeze myself out. I jump on my back rolling around until I settle on my back. 

“Well.. It can’t hurt…” I say as I bend my legs placing my feet on the bed. I open my legs wide as I shut my eyes. I let my hands slowly cup my plump breast squeezing at my nipples a moan sliding from my lips. I pull and pinch on my nipples imagining that it is him doing it. I trail my hands down my stomach in slow strokes like Taehyung would do.

I use my left hand to part my pussy lips letting my right hand trail up and down my slit shaking softly when I feel my wetness on my fingers. I start to roll my fingers around my clit slowly imaging it was Taehyung doing it his deep voice using taunts and teases to make me curl my toes. 

I shove two fingers inside of me wincing at how tight I am despite me and Taehyung always going at it. I start to thrust my fingers inside of me hard trying to curl them to feel the pleasure that Taehyung gives me. I moan his name softly licking my chapped lips my voice going higher the harder I rub my clit. The next thing I feel are two fingers being plunged inside of me as other fingers goes to rub at my clit. 

“Are you having fun?” Taehyung asks me and I open my eyes in shock as he finds my spot with his fingers curling them. 

“T-tae I-I..” I start out looking up in his eyes that are filled with lust and anger. I move my fingers away from my pussy to grab at the sheets as he starts to push his fingers harder inside of me. 

“What’s our rule?” He asks me growling as I tighten up around his fingers. 

“I-I’m s-sorry!” I squeal out pulling at his tank top. 

“That’s not what I asked jagi. What. Is. Our. Rule?” He asks me, pulling out and pushing back into me with each word. 

“ANNN! N-no t-touching yourself without the other!” I whine throwing my head back and he bites into my neck humming. 

“You do know your in trouble right?” He asks me and I nod my head slowly as he pulls his fingers from my core licking them slowly. 

He stands back taking his shirt off before he slowly drops his pants to the ground. He smirks darkly at me as he crawls onto the bed. He sits against the headboard and he pats his legs. 

“Ass up.” He says to me and I sigh nodding my head. 

I crawl to him laying across his lap and he starts to softly grope my ass. 

“Jagi.. Jagi.. What have you done? You couldn’t wait for me?” He asks me rubbing my ass slowly. 

“I thought you wouldn’t be back home till tomorrow!” I whine out. Taehyung sighs bringing his hand down to land on my left ass cheek hard. I yelp jumping a bit as I bite into the sheets. 

“You couldn’t wait?” He asks a bit rougher slamming his palm down on my right ass cheek. 

“I’m sorry!” I cry out my face turning red.

“Count them out Jagi.” He says and I nod my head. 

“T-there!” I whine out when he slaps my left cheek again a bit harder then the first time. 

“FOUR!” I yell when he slaps the same ass cheek my ass starting to slowly throb. 

By the time he is at ten I am panting fisting the sheets hard. My whole body is hot and I can feel tears brimming in my eyes from the pain of Taehyung’s head. He slaps my ass harder with every number torturing one cheek before he goes to the other. 

“F-fifteen.” I groan out my voice breaking as tears spill out of my eyes finally. I hear Taehyung hum before he spreads my legs wide. 

“That pussy is mine. Your not allowed to touch it unless I tell you so.” He says slowly trailing his finger up and down my slit. I groan nodding my head. 

“Go chose a toy.” He says to me patting my ass and I nod my head getting up slowly. I go to Taehyung’s drawer choosing a small black silver bullet before I retreat to my bed to give it to him. 

Taehyung pushes me on my back and I wince at the feeling of the sheets rubbing against my ass. Taehyung spreads my legs wide as he settles between my legs. 

“If you cum I will not fuck you for a week.” He threatens.

He slowly pushes the silver bullet against my pussy and I arch my back my breathing hitching as he moves the bullet around my clit my toes curling. I try to close my legs but Taehyung pushes them wide apart glaring at me. He slowly licks up and down my slit slowly his dark eyes watching me as his tongue flicks out against my slit. 

He slowly pushes his tongue inside of my heat tasting my insides a moan falling from his lips. I groan fisting my hands in his hair pulling it harshly as he buries his face deeper inside of my cunt tasting me. 

The vibrator presses harder against my clit as Taehyung continues to move his tongue slowly inside of me tasting my walls as if is our first time all over again. I throw my head back cries of his name leaving my lips as he presses his tongue against my sweet spot the vibrator intensity increasing. 

“T-taehyung please!” I whimper out my orgasm slowly starting to build in the pit of my stomach. Taehyung starts to make slurping noises against my pussy biting and licking and sucking on everything. I arch my back my voice dying out as I feel my orgasm approaching and I try so hard to ignore it I bite my lips shutting my eyes as the intensity from the bullet makes me want to cry again. 

And then he pulls from me. My body falls against the bed as I pant and catch my breath watching a smirking Taehyung whose lips as glossing with my cum. He leans over me crashes his lips down against mine his clothed member rubbing against my pussy. 

I start to drag my nails across his shoulders bucking my hips up to grind back against him. He moans into the kiss and I slide my tongue in his mouth. He dominates the kiss thrusting his hips hard into me earning a choked cry. He swirls his tongue around mine sucking on it growls and grunts falling from his chest as he pulls back to look down at me. 

“On your hand and knees.” He says backing up to take his boxers off. 

I get on my hands and knees pushing my ass back as I bunch my fingers up into the sheets. 

“Give me your hands.” Taehyung demands and when I do he handcuffs my hands behind my back. 

“I hope your ready.” He murmurs as he leans over his deep voice sliding in my ear. 

Taehyung rubs his cock up and down my slit slowly and I can feel his precum oozing out to make me wetter. He groans as he grabs my hips hard his nails digging into my skin as he pushes my legs wider. He slowly pushes his cock inside of me holding me in place as he feels me up. 

I bury my face into the mattress a long soft moan leaving my lips. He holds his hips there before he pulls out of me and slides back into me slowly rolling his hips. A deep raspy moan of my name leaving his lips. 

I tighten around his dick as he pounds hard into me once before he goes back to slow teasing thrusts. He lets my hips go to come around and grab at my breast. He pulls at my nipples starting to roll his hips deep into me. 

“O-oppa!” I coe out as he starts to thrust a tad bit faster into me rolling my nipples with his fingers pulling on them, his mouth starting to suck into a spot under my neck . 

“F-faster!” I whine trying to buck my hips back and Taehyung slaps my ass growling as he goes even slower. I whine shutting my eyes tears of frustrating starting to pool. 

“You want me to fuck you?” He asks me biting on my earlobe and pulling it. 

“PLEASE!” I yell at him as he giggles. 

“Promise me you won’t touch yourself again without me.” He says softly. I groan pursing my lips as I think about it. 

“Say it or I pull out and you don’t cum.” He says threateningly his hand coming to land on my throat. 

“I wont do it anymore.” I say softly looking down at the sheets. 

“I didn’t hear that.” He says rolling his hips. 

“I WON’T FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE!” yell at him. 

“Good girl.” Taehyung says kissing down my back. 

He pulls out of me before he drags me against his chest my back pressed against him. He raises me up hooking his arms under my knees as he plunges his cock back into me hitting my spot.

“SHIT!” I cry out as I lay my head against his shoulder as he thrusts up hard into me growling my name. I scream his as he pounds harder against my spot his hips becoming a automatic not giving up. 

“Your little pussy always wraps around my cock so good. You little slut.” He growls into my ear his nails digging into the insides my leg leg. My cuffed arms softly scratch into his stomach as I roll my eyes back my breathing starting to become shallow as he fucks hard into me. 

“Are you going to cum? Cum on my big cock as I bury my seed deep into you. And then after this I’m going to fuck you harder in the shower. Against the counter.” He says thrusting harshly into me his cock abusing my spot making my toes curl from the delicious pain I feel inside of me. I nod my head pathetically my voice failing me only to make out gibberish mixed with his name. 

I arch my back in his hold. He nudges my head and when I look at him we kiss sloppily our teeth knocking against each other as bites are being placed every where. He holds my gaze his forehead pressed against mine as his thrusting starts to become out of sync.

“TAEHYUNG!!” I shout out as my orgasm washes through me my body going limp in his hold. Taehyung groans thrusting into me a few more times before he’s coming undone. 

“—!” He cries out cumming inside of me holding me down on his cock as he cums deep inside of me some sliding down my thighs. 

We both breathe hard trying to let our highs fade. He groans pulling out of me as he lays me on the bed. The cuffs are gone from my hand and I instantly tackle him with hugs and kisses all over his face. 

“I missed you baby.” I say softly as he giggles holding me. 

“I missed you too. But we aren’t finished here. This is just a break before round two.” He says winking at me and I bite my lips nodding my head. 


Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Word Count: 929

  • inspired by my earlier post but some differences, maybe a part two?

A/N: i am sorry for the lack of imagines and effort, this was something little and fluffy to fill a long void of not posting for a while. i just thought this was really sweet and honestly something i really need rn :(( 

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Room 708.

My eyes flicker at the small white plaque on each door of the longing hallway, until I finally meet my desired number. A smile plasters on my lips immediately. 

I’m finally gonna see her, and she has no idea.

With one last glance over the dead halls, I pull my hood down and grab the door key from my back pocket- carefully entering the key into the lock and twisting the door knob. The door opens with a small creak, my face scrunching nervously at the thought of waking her up.

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Originally posted by jamesbhrnesvevo

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: ~1600

Summary: Bucky’s POV; It’s been nearly thirty years since you were separated from the man you called Зима, Zima, Winter. He was made to forget you, and he never knew why. What had the two of you done wrong? Now that he’s found you again… well…

Warnings: Angst

A/N: So, up to this point, every chapter has been nothing but angst and little bits of fluff. I’ve been considering including some “minor” smut - unless it takes away from the story - but I want you guys to weigh in on that. So leave a comment, a message, an ask, choose whatever form of communication please you. 

If looks could kill, the doctor would be dead and buried several times over by now. (Y/N) seems to be the only person in the room not glaring a hole into his rigid form. Even Fury is pissed.

Natasha, needless to say, was livid when I told her about his proposed “drastic measures”. She said, and I quote, “over his dead body”, cracked her neck and knuckles and then attempted to pursue him with murder in her eyes. It took both me and Steve to talk her back down. We argued in whispers until (Y/N) came into the room, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

“Is everything okay?” she whispers, her head cocked to the side.

“Sorry, Kitten,” I wrap my arms around her when she moves to stand at my side, “we didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s late.” She mutters, pressing her head to my chest.

“I know. Go back to bed. I’ll be there soon.”

“Not until you tell me what’s going on.” She looks up at me, “You’ve been acting weird since I found you in the gym earlier.”

“Just tell her, Buck.” Steve says from where he leans against the kitchen counter.

I sigh, turning to face (Y/N) completely, “Dr. Kennedy came to see me this morning. He said that if you missed one more session, he would have to report it to Fury and then drastic measures would be taken.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means he might try to admit you to a hospital on a more permanent basis.” Natasha answers for me, her voice rough with anger.

“You mean we could be separated?”

Tears immediately begin to form in her eyes. I shake my head and cradle her head gently in my hands, forcing her to look me in the eye.

“I’m not going to let that happen. Okay? No one is taking you from me.”

Steve pushes off the counter and comes to stand beside us, “We’ll go to Fury ourselves before we let that happen.”

“What if there’s nothing we can do?”

“Then I kill the doctor.” Natasha wears a devious smile.

“Come on, Kitten, don’t you trust me?”

She smiles and nods her head slowly, “Of course.”

“Then trust me when I say everything’s gonna be fine.”

Fury sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and leaning back in his chair.

“When she was placed under my care, it was made very clear that she was to meet with me each week to maintain a constant psychological evaluation. Her release from that condition was meant to be at my discretion.”

The green of Natasha’s eyes darkens. She’s sitting on the other side of (Y/N), but I can practically feel the tension radiating from her body.

“Personally, I think some time away from Sergeant Barnes might be good for her. He’s done nothing but corrupt my attempts at healing her mind.”

Steve shifts beside me, his fists clenching against his knees as his back stiffens.

“She’s not well, Mr. Director, and if Agent Romanoff, Sergeant Barnes, and Captain Rogers can’t see that, then I have no choice to but to resort to drastic measures.”

(Y/N)’s hand tightens around mine as she stares off at some spot on the wall ahead of her.

Fury sighs again, the sound laced in exasperation, “You haven’t exactly said what it is you want to do with her.”

“I think it’s best for her if she carries out the remainder of her therapy at an inpatient facility where I will personally see to her care.” He looks over at us, “Of course I would have to restrict visitation at first.”

I move to speak but the rage coming from beside me silences me.

“Who are you to decide what’s best for me?” (Y/N) shouts, rising to her feet so she can properly face the doctor.


“Shut up! Okay? Just shut up! All you’ve done for the past six months is make me talk about my dreams, my fears, my past. I don’t want to talk anymore. I don’t want to keep reliving that life. I just want to forget my past and move on. I want to focus on the life I have now, the one I plan to spend with Bucky, Natasha, and Steve at my side. And you want to take that from me!” (Y/N) steps closer to him, my grip on her hand being the only thing to keep her from getting right into his face, “I’m done letting other people dictate my life. My submission cost me the life I had all those years ago. It left me sleeping in ice for thirty years. It took the man I loved away from me. I don’t care what corruption your think he’s caused. No one is going to come between us ever again.”

“I think you have your answer, Doctor.”

“Mr. Director, please_”

The loud crash of skin against skin raises the tension level in the room to an all new high. The doctor’s face is glowing red with a palm print splayed across his cheek, the print small but defined. (Y/N) is breathing hard, anger burning out of her eyes are she stares down at her hand.

I stand, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her against me, slowly guiding her backward so that she sits in my lap as I take my seat back. I take her hand as gently as I can and press it to the cool metal of my left arm.

“Like I said,” Fury says, trying his best but still failing to stifle the look of satisfaction on his face, “I think you have your answer.”

Dr. Kennedy turns to glare at us for a moment as he cradles his face. Then he turns and leaves the room, the door slamming shut behind him.

“FRIDAY, remove all of the doctor’s security clearances and put him on the blacklist. I don’t want to see his face back in this building.”

“Of course, Mr. Fury.”

Maybe it’s just me, but even FRIDAY sounds pleased.

“Are you okay?” he asks, looking directly at (Y/N).

She nods, “Thank you for being on our side.”

Fury shakes his head, “Don’t thank me. Thank him.”

(Y/N) and I both turn to look at Steve when Fury points at him.

“What did you do?” I ask.

“I made a promise.”

(Y/N) stands and moves to stand in front of Steve. She takes his hands and pulls him to his feet before wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him tight.

“Thank you, Steve.” She whispers, her voice choked with emotion.

He returns her embrace, “You’re family.”

“Your mind was made up well before we made our argument.” Natasha interjects, her eyes on Fury.

“It’s not my job to tell any of you to live your lives. When Captain Rogers brought the situation to my attention, I decided it wasn’t my decision to make. Now, why don’t the four of your get out of here. Go… do something with this new found freedom.”

Steve and Natasha stand to the front of the jet, in uniform but minimally armed. (Y/N) and I stand to the back, facing one another. I adjust the scarf that’s wrapped around her neck and zip her jacket a little higher.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask, keeping my voice low.

“Natasha was right. Every fear I have is rooted in that place. It’s time for me to face it.”

“I’m proud of you.”

“I’m proud of you too.”

Her words catch me off guard, and she smiles as she chuckles softly.

“I don’t know what it was like for you having to adjust to this new world. If it’s anything like what I’ve been going through then I know you’ve come a long way. You’ve made a life for yourself, and even if I wasn’t here now, it comforts me to know you would have been okay.”

“I was okay. Then I found you alive, and I realized I wasn’t as okay as I thought.”

“What do you mean?”

“I had accepted that you were gone and that I would never really know what happened to you. I had accepted that I would never get the chance to make things right with you. There’s was so much left unsaid, and I just…”

My head falls as I choke on my words. Her hands are warm against my cheeks as she raises my gaze to hers.

“It’s okay, Bucky. We’re together now, and after we leave this place, we can finally leave this past behind.”

Her gaze falters, and this time it’s my turn to raise her chin, “What are you thinkin’, Kitten?”

“I’m afraid.” A tear breaks free from the shallow pool of her eyes, rolling down her cheek, “What if I remember things? What if they’re not good things?”

“Then we work through those memories together.” I lean down to her, pressing my forehead to hers and lowering my voice to a whisper, “We’re in this together.”

She nods, sniffling a bit before raising her chin higher, her lips pressing gently to mine. Her fingers wrap around my wrist, her thumb caressing the back of my hand as she bites her bottom lip. Natasha’s voice is gentle as she pulls us back to reality.

“You guys ready?”

“You ready?” I ask (Y/N), pulling the hood of her coat up.

“Ready.” She says, her smile small but her expression sure.

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I’ve been needing to study Cullen’s face. I’ve done 4 faces before I’m like this: 

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Sleep is now before I draw more of his non-existent face shape.

Percival Graves x Reader - I Deserve Better

Title: I Deserve Better

Pairing: Percival Graves x Reader

Rating: G

Word Count: 1933

Warnings: This one is a little sad.

Request: Hey loved rule four! !!! I was wondering if I could have Percival graves x muggle!reader where someone they get into a fight because she doesn’t wanna sneal around anymore?

Sorry if it’s a bit shorter than my normal stuff.

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No Pressure

#83: “I can’t swim!”

Lin Manuel-Miranda x Reader

Modern AU

Warnings: drowning, cussing

Authors note: Based off of real life experiences !! I never learned how to swim lmao and yeah here’s basically what happened except no hot guy showed up to save me

You always hated summer.
Yeah, sure, it was finally nice enough outside in New York where you didn’t have to wear a heavy winter coat and get bundled up, but trading your winter coat for a swimsuit was a choice you rarely would ever take.
You weren’t a social person, at least not a horribly outgoing one. But you had *friends.* So when you were invited to a summer party, how could you say no? Your friends had taken you shopping for a new bikini, and per usual, you went right along with whatever they picked out, even if inside you thought it was too skimpy and showed too much cleavage and was way to complicated to put on. Had it been your choice, you’d be wearing a t-shirt and shorts, sitting on a chair, reading a book. You would have even been fine with tanning, or rather horribly burning your skin.
To your dismay, when you arrived at the pool, all of your friends wanted to get in the water.
“Come on, Y/N!”
You struggled to come up with an excuse.
“Sorry, I don’t want to get my hair all wet. Just washed it. Got a date tonight.”
You lied, biting the inside of your cheek, begging for them to believe you.
Eventually, they nodded.
“Fine. But you got to get in the shallow side with us at least.”
You sighed with relief and allowed yourself to be dragged to the 4 ft area.
You smiled to yourself. If you could just keep them over here, then everything will turn out fi-
“I’m bored. Deep side! Sorry, Y/N.”
You had to swallow a protest.
They grabbed your hands and led you to the deep end of the pool. You wrenched yourself away from them and quickly hopped out of the pool.
“I can’t get my hair wet, guys! I’ll sit with my feet in!”
They began to argue, saying that they wanted a jumping into the pool picture.
“Then I’ll take the picture. Come on, I don’t want to get in.”
They pouted.
“We want you in the picture. Come on, just get in the shot!”
Grudgingly, you agreed.
Your friends ran off to harass some poor stranger into taking a picture for them, and you sat down on a chair, trying to figure out how to escape your situation without making it obvious that you could not swim.
Yes, you couldn’t swim. You had never been taught, and had always just stayed in the 4-5 ft pool. It hadn’t affected anything when you were little, but then in middle school everyone wanted to go deeper. It didn’t matter anyway. You weren’t ever invited to stuff anymore, why should you bother to learn to swim?
You were shaken out of your thoughts as your friends came back, with a quite handsome stranger behind them. He had dark black hair, tied back in a ponytail. He was tan, and was absolutely gorgeous. You were smitten the instant you saw him.
“Y/N! Come on! Picture!”
You sighed and got up and made your way to the edge of the pool. It was 16 ft deep, and the dark blue water looked unforgiving and cold.
Your friends grabbed hands and made the leap. You just had time to whisk your hand away before your friends had jumped in the pool, and were submerged under.
You breathed a sigh of relief.
The man handed back the phone to your friends, and they crowded around to get a glance at how they looked.
You turned to the man.
“Thanks. Sorry they disturbed you.”
He smiled.
“No problemo. See you around.”
He waved and walked away.
You turned back to your friends.
“You didn’t jump!”
You sighed.
“I told you. I can’t get my hair wet.”
Your friends rolled their eyes.
“SUCH a baby. C'mon guys.”
They walked away, leaving you standing there. You fought away tears as you reclined on the lawn chair and closed your eyes. Maybe if you napped they would stop bothering you…
A few minutes later, you heard a lot of snickering around you. You didn’t open your eyes, praying that your friends would eventually see that you were asleep and not bother you.
“Shh, put it there.”
There were lots of giggles, and you were getting curiously scared.
“Ready? 1,2,3!”
You felt the top of your bikini being lifted slightly, and something being put in.
You opened your eyes and shot up quickly. You began screaming as you looked what was in your bikini top.
A dead cicada.
There was a dead cicada touching your bare skin.
You lifted the bottom of the top off, and dropped the cicada out.
You screamed as you hurled the dead bug as far away as you could, and turned to your hysterical friends.
They were crying with laughter, and they sat wheezing on your chair. You glared at all of them.
“Fuck all of you.”
You got up and went to sit at the edge of the 5 ft pool. You were fuming.
Eventually, they came to sit next to you.
“Y/N, that was so funny! Your face-”
You got up and moved to a different edge, unaware that you were headed for the 16 ft pool area.
You sat down, and dangled your feet in the water, barely acknowledging that this water was noticeably colder.
“Aw, Y/N. Don’t be like this.”
You ignored them.
“Y/N, stop being such a sour pus!”
When you didn’t respond, they got a bit angrier.
“Y/N, you’re such a baby!”
Then, you were submerged in the deep cold water. You vaguely heard laughter above your head, but you could barely comprehend what was happening.
You panicked.
You began to kick your legs, and flail your arms. You continued to sink downwards.
Apparently, panicking only made things worse for you. You opened your eyes, then immediately shut them from the sting. You couldn’t breathe. You tried to kick up, but that just released the little breath you still had and reduced you to coughing.
Icy water clawed its way into your lungs, and you began screaming. You couldn’t breathe at all, and now your eyes were open and searching for any way to escape.
You found none, and by now you had sunk to the bottom. You attempted to kick upwards, but your attempts were futile as you had no energy left.
You began to black out from lack of oxygen, and slowly felt yourself beginning to float upwards.
Then, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and bring you towards the surface. You couldn’t comprehend what was happening, but then you broke the surface of the water, and took a gulp of air. You began to hyperventilate as you coughed up water and choked on the air in your lungs, mingled with the water.
Your mind was every where, so you didn’t remember the stranger, (who you now knew was a man) lifting you out of the water and into a chair.
You were shivering as he wrapped you in a towel and began to calm you down.
“Are you okay? Do you need an ambulance?”
He asked in a calm voice.
You shook your head, and opened your eyes slightly.
It was the man who had taken your picture earlier.
He was quite handsome, as you’d said before, and you were attempting to display your thanks, but all you got out was a cough.
“Th-than-thanks. F-for th-that.”
He nodded.
“Don’t mention it. Are you okay? Oh!”
He got a mildly panicked look on his face.
“Please don’t cry!”
You hadn’t even realized you were crying until he’d mentioned it.
He took the edge of your towel and used it to wipe away your tears.
“Do you wanna leave? I mean, I can take you to my place so you can dry off.”
You attempted to smile, and nodded.
“Yes, pl-please.”
He carefully helped you up, and you slightly shook as you gathered your things in your bag.
He helped you to his car, and promised that he’d come back for your car.
He opened the door for you, and climbed in on the other side.
“Before we go, I always make sure the girl I’m taking to my house knows my name. Not that you’re a regular girl. You’re beautiful. Er, sorry what I meant was, these different circumstances-”
You cut him off.
“I’m F/N L/N.”
He smiled.
“Beautiful name. I’m Lin. Lin Manuel-Miranda.”
Lin stared the car, and drove began to drive you to nicer apartments in New York.
He parked the car in a spot behind the building, and escorted you through the doors.
“Let’s take the elevator, yeah?”
He handed you your bag, and grabbed his out of the backseat.
On second thought, he stopped you and took your bag along with his, so that you could hold your towel around you.
“Thanks. I really appreciate this. You don’t have to do this-”
He silenced you.
“No, I do have to do this. Your son of a bi-”
He cleared his throat.
“Your friends pushed you into a pool after they were being horribly rude to you, and you almost died after they cried wolf, instead of trying to help you. So yeah, I kinda do have to do this.”
He pressed the button for the 5th floor, and you began your ascend.
Lin led you to a door marked 51, and he ushered you inside.
“Here. Set down your bag and shoes. I’ll start the shower and grab you some warm clothes. I’ll be right back.”
He ran around the corner, leaving you to neatly place your shoes and bag on the floor near the coat rack.
He returned moments later, with a fresh towel, a shirt, sweatpants, and fuzzy slippers.
“Here. Take a warm shower. I’ll be out here if you need anything.”
He dashed away, and you made your way to the already steaming shower.
You peeled off your wet swimsuit, and stepped in the hot shower.
Fifteen minutes later, you emerged to find Lin sitting on the couch, with a steaming mug on the table.
“Hey. Come and sit.”
You sat down tentatively, and accepted the mug of hot cocoa that Lin offered you. He tossed you a warm blanket, and flipped on the TV.
After a few minutes of silence.
“Hey Lin?”
“Thank you. For saving me. It was stupid. Why did I go to the pool if I can’t even swim? It was a stupid decision, and I just-”
He interrupted you.
“Yeah, on your ‘friends’ behalf. They pushed you into a goddamn pool! I knew that as soon as I saw you not jump in that picture that you didn’t know how to swim. You looked scared. I felt bad. So I waited, and made sure that they didn’t try anything on you. I saw them put that dead cicada down your shirt, and then toss you into the pool. I saw the fear in you eyes as soon as you started falling. So I immediately jumped in and got you out. So I didn’t 'save’ you. No. I just did the thing that those girls SHOULD have done.”
You were silent for a moment. How many times had these girls forced you into something that was against what you YOURSELF wanted? Like making you get that bikini? Or going home with that one guy from the bar?
“Yeah. Yeah. They aren’t good to me. They really aren’t good friends at all. They force me into all kinds of things that I don’t want to do! They expect me to be constantly feeling no pressure when they want me to do stuff for THEM.”
Lin nodded.
“They’re that type, huh?”
“No pressure this, no pressure that. No pressure, but you have to look good for once. No pressure, but don’t fuck up my makeup or I’m telling everyone about your secret. No fucking pressure.”
Lin grabbed your hand.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. That you’re in that situation. You’re honestly beautiful. Intelligent. And I’ve only known you for a little while, but still, you’re a great gal. Honestly.”
You swallowed.
“Hey Lin?”
Lin glanced up.
“No pressure, but you should kiss me.”

anonymous asked:

a blurb where your in a car accident while niall is away promoting his album?

“Outta my fuckin’ way!  Move!”

You could hear him before you could see him.  Despite the dull ache radiating through your shoulder and head you knew it was Niall.  You were confused.  He was supposed to be at the Graham Norton show performing and doing promo for “This Town”.  The studios were over 2 hours away.  How did he get here so fast?

An instant later the door to your hospital room flung open, with Niall skidding in to the room, his eyes wide, face drawn.  “Love?” His voice was barely a whisper as he took in the sight before him.  You assumed you looked terrible, but the gasp he let out just confirmed it.  He raked his hands through his hair and managed to choke out, “What the fuck happened?”

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Audrey Jensen x Reader - Hurt

Pairings: Audrey Jensen x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, bluuuurd
Words: 1553
Request: “
The day of keirans birthday party audrey and the reader go together as a “couple” and the reader does her own thing while audrey does her own thing but.. When Zoe, Noah, and audrey kiss the reader sees it and gets really sad and they have a fight?

(Continued) After the party and fight the reader avoids audrey and is invited to a pool party by Noah but what the reader doesn’t know is that audrey was also invited and they both arrive at the same time. Audrey tries to talk to the reader but the reader continues to avoid her and goes off with her friends.” - @duhitskenna (fave)


“Why is everyone dead? Why is everyone always dead?”

“What are you talking about (Y/N)? Everyone is fine,” Audrey questioned softly, gripping my waist, trying to regain my attention as my gaze wandered around the room.

“Death. There’s so much of it,” I sniffed, tears rolling down my face, “It’s everywhere and I don’t know how to not notice it.”

There was blood everywhere. Splattered across the walls, matted into the carpet, soaking my clothes and staining my hands. Bodies littered the room, laughing and gossiping as their heads barely hung from their decaying bodies, necks slit and insides falling out.

“We’re all just walking corpses.”

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Pairing : Percival Graves x Reader (Husband!percival x Pregnant!Reader)

Request :  Hhhmmmmmm…I have choice in requests…Percival Graves becoming jealous due to someone flirting with the reader OR The reader finding out they’re pregnant and telling Percival?

A/N: I know I said I would only do the  pregnant one but then I was eh lets try mixing both into one fic because why not. So, here it is:) 


You had everything planned perfectly. You would have dinner first, then bring him into living room, pass him the crystal ball that you jinxed to spell out ‘Percival Graves : Husband and Father.’ in golden words and start a whole new chapter of your life. So when the clock hit 8, the table was set, the food was cooked and the crystal ball was safely kept in a velvet box at the pocket of your dress.

You patiently brushed off his grumpy attitude when he walked through the front door and slumped down for dinner. Then, you told yourself to hold in together when he wouldn’t bother to make  the slightest effort to hold a conversation.


‘How was work then?’ 

He paused cutting his chicken as his eyes flickered from his plate to the salt in front of him, as debating if he should answer or not. He grumbled a reply back that sounded like stressful. ‘Why did you leave work early today?’ he asked, in a commanding tone, changing the topic abruptly.

‘Didn’t you get my memo? I wasn’t feeling well.’ I replied.  ‘Did a certain William Frampton have anything to do with your sudden illness?’ Percival questioned, in a rather accusing tone. I was growing annoyed at him but I forced myself to remain calm for later. ‘Change your tone, Percival. Frampton happened to be at the same place in the same time.’

‘Yeah, he sure was.’ Percival replied, passive aggressively. Silence filled the room as you stared at him in annoyance. ‘Aren’t you two awfully close these days?’ he continued. 

The mood was officially ruined, just like your appetite. You weren’t going to deal with this nonsense right now, at least not today. ‘ I am not even hungry anymore.’ you said, pushing back in your chair to leave the table before you jinxed your own husband in anger.  ‘Enjoy eating your accusations!’ you called back, walking into the kitchen with your plate. 

You could hear him stalking behind you as he stood in the kitchen, with his sleeves rolled up and anger on his face. ‘You have an attitude every single time an argument comes up.’  You turned around in disbelief, dramatically pointing at yourself. ‘I have an attitude?! You are the one who started this!’

You could see the irritation in his eyes when he opened his mouth. ‘Oh, of course my wife somehow manages to fault everyone else!’ 

You could feel the heat of warm tears pooling around your eyes, a clear warning sign that you are going to cry soon. You quickly turned around to attend to your dirty dish, because the last you want right now is to tear up in an argument.

‘You have gotten so awfully close to him in the past few days! Then, you leave work early. You make weak excuses of being sick. Why are you lying to me?What has gotten into you?! Are you and Frampton seein-’ 

Something snapped in you and the next thing you know, you had smashed a plate  against a wall. ‘William Frampton is a healer.’ you said through anger. ‘And yes, we are close now. But not for the disgusting reasons you have came up with. I left early today because I was sick. And his presence there was a coincidence.’ you exclaimed. 

‘Oh and I made this for you.’ You added, throwing the velvet box to him.

Your eyes betrayed you as you felt the tears freely slip down your face. ‘ I’m pregnant, you idiot.’ you said quietly, crossing your arms against your chest, leaning against the sink.

The room was filled with an awkward silence as Percival’s eyes stared at the crystal ball. ‘Shit.’ he muttered out in realization and shock. You refused eye contact when his gaze was finding yours. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Percival walking towards you, flicking his wrist to fix the broken plate midway.

‘I am so sorry. I got so caught up in my judgement. I never bothered to think. He said in an apologetic tone. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you held some fault too. ‘I am sorry too. I should have told you earlier, then we wouldn’t be fighting.’

Percival smiled in return, his eyes flickering to your stomach.

 You then held his hand softly and placed it on the area where a baby bump would be obvious in weeks. ‘Our baby is in here.’ he breathed out, voice filled with joy. ‘ We are having a baby!’ he repeated the words in excitement, with wide smile on his face.

‘I am going to be dad now right?’ he asked, snaking his arms around your waist. ‘That’s how it works, yeah.’ You joked. Percival leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips, a kiss filled with love, joy and promises. ‘ I will be there with you every step of the way, my love. I will be there for you and our child. I love you so much.’ he whispered, pulling away.

‘I love you too, Percival.’ 

A/N: To the anon who requested this, I sincerely hope you don’t mind the combination of both request! Did this turn out anything like what you wanted to read? tell me if you liked it and it was fun writing for ya

Oneshot: Regina’s New Home

AU oneshot set across Season Two. Whilst Emma and Snow are away, an angry mob burns down Regina’s home leaving her stranded and searching for a home. Regal Believer, Evil Charming BROtpish and eventual SQ.

I don’t own Once or any of its characters. Apologies for any mistakes. Hope you enjoy :)

TW for arson, depression, self-loathing and child abuse.

David gasps as he pulls the patrol car up outside of the mansion on Mifflin Street. A fire truck and ambulance are already there but even from where he stands on the street, David can tell the efforts of the fire crew are futile. Thick black smoke billows in clouds up into the sky and flames lick at every wall of the mansion slowly crumbling the once majestic building down to the crowd.

Amongst the crowd of fire-fighters he spots Regina.

She’s a far cry from the Queen and Mayor he remembers.

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Nightcrawler x Reader - Scars

Warning: CAUTION: Self harm!!!

Notes: If you are sensitive to self-harm, please do not read! Also, it has a bit of a religious aspect. I did what I think would work for the story, please don’t hate.

Summary: Kurt comes back from a mission upset and he finally reveals the reason behind his markings

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Gone Swimming (Dean Winchester Smut for Anon)

The three of you had been in the car for over ten hours. To make it even worse, the Impala didn’t have air conditioning, so you got to burn to death in the back seat while driving down the East Coast in the dead of summer. At last, you all finally arrived in the Podunk town of Welch, West Virginia. There was a case there involving a vamp nest, or at least, that’s what Dean thought. You all passed a numerous amount of motels, all of which were looking all like a Four Seasons Resort at this rate. “Dean what are you doing? We could stop at any one of these?” You grouched, growing annoyed. “Just hold on Y/N. You’ll see.” Dean said, a slight smirk on his face. “If it’s any longer, I’m going to jump out of this fucking tin can.” You snapped at him. Sam sighed. “Dean, Y/Ns right. We’ve been in the car forever. I don’t think any of us have the tolerance for you being picky for which dump you wanna stay in.” Sam said passive aggressively. Dean rolled his eyes and turned up the radio. You rested your head on the car door and fell asleep in what seemed like a pool of your own sweat.

“Hey! Get up we’re here!” Dean said as he shook your clammy thigh. You stirred and saw Sam getting out of the car and stretching. “Jesus Christ, finally.” You said groggily. You got out of the car and stretched your legs a bit. Then you saw it. The motel’s name was ‘The Skinny Dipping Inn’ with a neon pinup girl sign. You got upset, had Dean really made you all sit in the hot car just so he could go to a motel with a perverted name? “Dean are you fucking serious?” You said pointing to the sign as you approached him. “You made me and Sam sit in the car longer than what we needed to for the ‘Skinny Dipping Inn’?!” You yelled as you glared at him. Dean smiled and laughed “Best pool in all of Welch.” He said as he headed inside to check in. A pool did sound nice, especially in this hot, humid weather, you thought as you followed the boys into the motel. “So can you actually skinny dip here?” You heard Dean ask the middle-aged lady at the front desk. The lady gave Dean a tired look, as if she had heard the question 3,000 times. “No. It became illegal in the 80’s because of hygiene reasons.” She said as she gave Dean a room key. You followed Sam and Dean down the hall to Room 119. Dean opened the door for everyone as you walked in. Then it hit you the overwhelming scent of mold and mildew. Usually, motels were smelly yes, but never in your life have you been smacked in the face by a stench like this. “Dear God.” Sam said as he covered his nose with his shirt. “It’s all a part of the experience.” Dean chucked as he walked to a sliding door at the back of the room. He opened the blinds covering the glass door, revealing access to the pool. “This place is looking more and more like a Hilton, huh?” He chucked as he flopped on the bed. “Yeah, all this credit card fraud, you think we would be able to stay in an actual Hilton.” You said as you tossed your duffle bag on the bed next to Dean. Sam began unpacking his laptop and starting research on recent deaths and missing persons. “Relax Sammy. We just got here, let’s unwind a little.” He said as he went into the bathroom with one of his bags. “What’s he doing?” You asked Sam. “No idea. All I know is we need to hurry up and get this research done. The sooner we do the sooner we can get out of this stench-pit.” He said typing away on his laptop. Dean came out of the bathroom with swim trunks on, wearing a giant grin. Sam couldn’t resist smiling either, and neither could you. “Maybe just a quick break. I need to cool off anyways.” Sam said as he wiped the sweat off his brow. You nodded in agreement. “When did you get those anyways?” You asked, pointing to his Rasta-colored swim trunks. “At the tourist store while you guys were asleep.” Dean said, still grinning. “Got you guys some too.” He said as he reached into his bag and threw a pair of blue trunks at Sam. Sam got up and went into the bathroom to change. Dean reached into his bag again and pulled out a red string bikini for you. “I wasn’t sure what size you were. So I got you a small. You look pretty small to me.” He said, as he handed it to you. “Thanks Dean, that’s really sweet of you.” You said accepting the bathing suit from him, while having a minor panic attack on the inside. “Anytime Y/N.” He said smiling back at you. “Alright, lets go.” Sam said as he stepped out of the bathroom. “I’ll meet you guys out there!” you said as they walked outside. You went in the bathroom. You were freaking out. Not only was the bathing suit nowhere even close to your usual size of large, you were self-conscious. You had to be honest with yourself, sitting in a car and eating fast food didn’t exactly do wonders for your body. Dean had told you all the time that you were fine and didn’t look bad at all, but, you didn’t believe him. You slipped out of your clothes and into the red bikini. “C’mon, Y/N!” You heard Dean yelling to you from outside. “Just a minute!” You yelled back. You finally worked up the courage to look in the mirror. Dear. God. Your boobs were practically hanging out of it, and the only thing truly covered was your nipple. You turned around. Your ass was basically eating the poor suit alive, making it more like a thong than a bikini. You tried to cover up as much you could and took down your hair to provide more coverage. It was no use. You finally gave up on modesty and trying to look skinny and finally mustered up the courage to walk outside. “Took you long enou-“ Dean said as he turned around in the pool. He stared at you, and so did Sam. “Oh my God, they think I look awful.” You thought. It silence was unbearable. Your destructive thoughts about your appearance were killing you inside, constantly beating you down about how disgusting you thought you looked. You felt emotion in your throat, feeling as though you were on the brink of tears. Your eyes began to water. “Sorry.” You choked out before speeding to the safety of inside the motel. As soon as you were out of the boys’ sight tears started rolling down your cheeks uncontrollably. You put on a tee shirt to cover up yourself. You couldn’t help it, you felt awful about yourself, and you felt embarrassed. Dean saw you like that, and despite his asshole ways, you cared for him. And now, you were worried he thought you were a disgusting fat pig. These were the thoughts that made you cry harder and harder. “Y/N? Is everything okay?” Dean said as he shut the door behind him. “Everything’s fine!” You said as your voice cracked and you wiped your tears. Dean shut the curtains and sat next to you on the bed. He didn’t say anything as he put his arm around you and softly kissed the top of your head. You knew that he knew what was wrong. “I’m sorry for staring at you.” He said gently. “It’s okay. I’m just really sensitive.” You said, still looking down in embarrassment. “No it’s not okay. I know you worry about how you look sometimes, and I shouldn’t have looked at you for so long.” He said. You were quiet. “I wasn’t looking at you because you looked bad though.” He said quietly. “You’re just saying that so I feel better about myself. You don’t have to lie to me Dean.” You said, finally looking up at him with red eyes. “I’m not lying to you Y/N. I’ve just-“He paused. “I’ve never seen that much of you before. You’re beautiful and I don’t know why I didn’t say it instead of looking at you like an idiot.” He said. You tucked your hair behind your ear and looked down again. “I-.” You started, but decided not to say what you were going to. You felt Dean looking at you. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “Nothing. Never mind. It’s stupid.” You said shaking it off and getting up. Dean grabbed your arm. “No, what?” he asked.” “I just-I want you to show me that I’m beautiful.” You said as you straddled Dean’s lap and took his face in your hands. Dean moved closer to you, his lips just centimeters away from yours. His breath made you dizzy with arousal and anticipation. You felt his hands rest on the small of your back. “I’ve been wanting to for a long time.” He whispered before locking his lips onto yours. You felt his hands slide up your back, hiking up your tee shirt. You parted lips and quickly took off your shirt. You slammed your lips back onto his, as he pulled at the strings of your bikini. It fell off your body, revealing your breasts. Dean’s tongue rolled around yours, as he pulled it in and out of your mouth. He spun you onto your back on the bed. His lips left yours and slowly trailed to your neck, sucking and biting on it. You bit your lip and let out a small moan. He moved his lips to one of your breasts, leaving a trail of hickies and love bites behind. He licked around your nipple, sucking and gently nipping on it as he massaged and pinched the other. “Dean!” You purred with pleasure. He moved down to your waist and slowly to the inside of your thighs. He slowly began to massage your clit though your bikini bottoms. You arched your back and moaned loudly. He hooked his finger under your bottoms, slowly pulling them off of you. He softly kissed the inside of your thighs, licking your lips. “Dean, please!” You begged him. He gingerly licked at your clit, slowly swirling his tongue around it, sending shockwaves up your spine, making you moan his name out, begging him for more. Dean delved his tongue inside you, sucking up your wetness. His slurping was enough to send you over the edge. “Dean, fuck!” You gasped as he rubbed your clit while hungrily lapping up your juices. He looked up at you and wiped his lips. He pulled off his trunks, revealing his massive length. Without warning, he buried himself inside you. “Dean! Fuck me!” You blurted out as he thrust himself in and out of you, releasing small pleasure filled moans with each thrust. “Faster!” You moaned as his pace increased. Dean flipped you around to be on top of him. You sunk down onto his length slowly and came back up. He put his hand on your hips and slammed you onto him, making you scream out. You rode him quicker and quicker, as he cupped both of your bouncing breasts. You jerked your head back and moaned out. “Dean I’m so close!” You rasped out as you continued riding him. “Fuck! Me too babe.” He choked out. You sunk onto him harder and quicker until you felt yourself dissolving into pleasure and the Earth stopping on it’s axis. You orgasmed, screaming and moaning Dean’s name with him following not too long behind you. You flopped onto the bed next to him, the room’s air steamy and hot. After regaining your bearings, you rolled over onto your side, propping your head up with your arm and looked at Dean. He looked back at you, tucking your stray bedhair behind your ear. You smiled at him. “Please don’t ever think you’re not beautiful. I should’ve showed you such a long time ago.” He said as he softly planted a kiss on your lips. “I forgive you.” You said sweetly as you got out of bed and put your bikini back on. “Where are you going?” Dean asked as he sat up. “Swimming.” You said confidently and walked out to the pool with Dean close behind you.

**Hey guys! I know, its been a while so i’m sorry if this ones a little lame! I hope you enjoyed anyways, and i’ll try not to go on a hiatus for that long again!! Feel free to drop me  some requests in my inbox xx!!**


So part three of Lydia’s costume party! Scott’s can be found here, and Jackson’s can be found here. More coming soon!! It’s at the same costume party! There’s another few parts to this with different people coming up. Hope it’s good!


Hiraeth- (noun) a homesickness for a home that you cannot return to, or that never was.

The definition on or whatever site or book I saw this word in does not do it justice. It’s an ache you feel deep in your bones, tainting every drop of blood bittersweet and haunting your every move. It’s the late night ghosts that shake your windowsills and the cold side of the bed that used to always be warm. It’s the emptiness between your fingers where others used to fit and the way your heart beats in the palm of your hand. It’s every heartache you’ve ever read about, but glass bottles don’t litter your floor- no, it’s all in your eyes.

It’s the feeling of your heart slipping from your fingertips and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

She deserved better, really. She deserved every cheesy movie kiss in the rain, the prince who’d sweep her off her tiny feet, a guy who would never break her heart- a man that wasn’t me.

I suppose the only hell worse than hiraeth was the one I felt when I looked in her eyes.

I had hurt her- the only girl I would ever love.

Her being Ella Martin- the kindhearted, compassionate, unapologetically brilliant, and dependable twin sister of Lydia Martin, who had practically forced me to attend this god forsaken party in the hopes of winning back Ella’s affections.

I had only reluctantly agreed, not exactly fond of the idea of moping about a crowded party when I preferred to do my moping in peace. Unfortunately, the redhead had a rather temperamental disposition quite unlike her sister’s, possessing a fierce way with words and a rather large baseball bat.

You see, Ella and I had been together for the better part of two years. We had been through everything together- the bite, discovering she was a banshee, a darach, crazy killers, possessions, a nogitsune, berserkers… you name it. She was my everything- my anchor, my best friend, my soul mate, the girl I had planned on waking up to every morning for the rest of my life.

Losing her was like having everything I’ve ever known being ripped away, the loss burning and the fall to the ground leaving me with a sense of vertigo I was sure would never go away.

It was all my fault- of all the ways for it to have ended, it had to have been forgetting our anniversary. How cliché

The forgetting about it part could probably be considered the least awful part of the whole affair. She had dropped hints all day, ones that I was completely oblivious to- hell, even Stiles figured it out before me. To make matters worse, I had even planned on helping Allison out with some homework instead- talk about absolutely cringeworthy.

No, the worst part of it all was the argument. We had all spent the day at Derek’s, and I hadn’t really understood why Lydia and the other girls had been shooting me death glares the entire time. It had been around 4 in the afternoon when she confronted me, casually asking me for the date.

I had responded with a rather irritated “Saturday” as I had been frustrated with my pre-calc homework, not understanding a damn word of it.

She rolled her eyes, inquiring if it was any important day.

I hadn’t meant to, but I had lost it at that point, yelling a “It’s just a fucking Saturday, for god’s sake Ella!” 

I remembered the moment vividly, the tears pooling in her sea green eyes as I softened, reaching out to apologize for my outburst.

She had slapped my hands away, anger coloring her tone. I can still hear her words, ringing in my ears like an awful song stuck on replay.

Don’t touch me. For your information, it’s Saturday, April 25.”

Thinking back on it, I could’ve slapped myself for the argument that exploded afterwards- the shouting and insults thrown so carelessly. It had been a haphazard mess- a misery better left to trashy teen dramas than our slow and steady relationship. We couldn’t seem to stop though, too caught up in the heat of the moment to care about the damage our words would leave behind.

She finally burst into tears, and the last words I had heard from her had been the source of my nightmares.

“We’re done.”

I had frozen in shock as she ran away, Lydia chasing after her.

The pack had been pissed at me, but realized that we all made mistakes. Besides, no one had been more pissed at me than me. Lydia was the only reason I was here at this party, claiming that couples fought and that Ella was a wreck without me- only convincing me to come after she announced that she couldn’t get Ella to even look at food. 

Ella had a long history of anorexia, something that the pack had kept a vigilant eye on. She had been fine lately, but the break up had made her snap.

Now here I was, vulnerable and desperate.

“She’ll be here in a moment, you might want to make yourself look as if you aren’t contemplating drowning yourself in the toilet.” Kira mumbled, pulling me from my seat at the bar.

“What’s the use? She’s avoided me for weeks now. She’s never going to take me back.” I groaned, pulling at the collar of the itchy prince costume Lydia had picked for me. 

“Not if you keep acting like this,”


“You’ll be fine, E. I promise.” Scott told me, the arm around my shoulder giving me a little squeeze.

“But he’s going to be here, and I don’t know what to say- maybe this dress wasn’t such a good idea. I’m just going to head home, okay? Yeah, home is good-”

“Ella, breathe!” Scott cut me off, the hint of a grin on his face. “Everything will be alright.”

I took a deep breathe, feeling a panic attack coming on. He must have sensed it as well, putting both his hands on my shoulders as we came to a stop in front of the lakehouse’s doors, a concerned expression on his face.

“In and out. Remember, count backwards from ten.” I nodded, feeling myself calm down slightly, letting the air out of my mouth in a deep sigh.

“Lets do this.”

He opened the door, revealing the party in full swing. It was an explosion of colors and frills, the crowd and lights pulsing like a heartbeat as the music blared. I smiled slightly at the scene- my sister was known for her wicked parties.

I scanned the crowd, repeatedly telling myself I was searching for Lydia and not the curly haired boy holding my heart in his back pocket.

My eyes met a pair of blue ones, my heart skipping a beat as I tried my best to look away- to no avail.

“I’m going to find Sofia, okay? Have fun.” Scott ducked down to whisper in my ear, leaving me alone.

“Damn him.” I muttered, feeling my heart shatter a little more as Isaac stared back at me, being dragged along through the crowd by Kira.

The duo came to a halt in front of me.

“Ella! Lovely to see you here! Eh, well I must be going then.” Kira stuttered out awkwardly, and I would’ve laughed if I hadn’t been so engrossed in the staring match.

“Ella.” He nodded politely, and I noticed the dark purple bags beneath his eyes. I internally cursed, worried for him even more when I saw the tiredness in his eyes.

“Isaac.” I tried for a tiny grin, instead settling for a half smile. “How are you?” I managed to choke out, feeling the awkwardness of my words and almost cringing at the tone.

His gaze burned into me as I looked down at my tiny glass slippers, wanting nothing more than the world to swallow me whole.

“I think you know the answer to that.” He whispered softly, taking my hand.

“Isaac, lets not do this here-”

“Ella, we need to talk.” I pulled away, not looking at him.

“Maybe I don’t want to talk.”

He sighed frustratedly, and I pulled at the hem of my dress self consciously.

Please?” He whispered, my heart cracking slightly as I picked up the hint of desperation and overwhelming sense of hurt in his voice. “Five minutes is all I ask.”

I crossed my arms. “Five minutes. I know a place we can be alone.”


Her bare feet hung over the edge of the treehouse, tucked away in a quiet little patch of trees behind the lakehouse.

I took a deep breathe as I sat next to her, leaning my arms on the short wooden railing.

“Cinderella?” I breathed out, not missing the way her lips curled up at the corners slightly.

“Yes?” She kept her gaze on the lake, her platinum hair catching the moonlight.

I sighed, taking a deep breath afterwards before turning back to look at the lake, sidling up closer to her.

“I’m sorry. I know that it’s not nearly enough to make up for these past few weeks, but I am. If it makes you feel any better, I let your sister give me a black eye the other day.” I paused to look at her once more, and saw her fighting to restrain a smile. 

“It does a little bit.”

I let out a loud, breathless laugh, throwing my head back as if I was about to howl.

As the silence fell over the two of us once more, I crossed my arms over the railing of the treehouse.

I cleared my throat lightly, gently covering her delicate hand with my own. 

“Would you like to hear a story?”

She nodded.

“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings condemning them to spend their lives in search for their other halves. That’s from Plato’s The Symposium. I found it in the library the other day, and you can laugh at me all you please, but I immediately thought of you. As cheesy as the notion may be, I’ve come to like this explanation of soul mates. It makes it realer, almost, to give it all a backstory. It makes it hurt more to think about.”


I wiped a stray tear from my eye, choking back a faint sob.

“Isaac…” I trailed off, looking down at my open palms. “I don’t know-”

“Ella, can you please just give me one more chance? I know I royally screwed up- trust me, I know- but I just want a chance to prove to you that I’m not the asshole I’ve been acting like. You know me better than anyone, Cinderella.” He paused, wringing his fists gently while tears pooled in his eyes. 

“I’ve lost everyone I’ve ever cared about. I can’t lose you too.” He whispered quietly, almost as if he didn’t intend for me to hear.

“Isaac.” I spoke firmly, taking his painfully beautiful face in my hands. “You’re never going to lose me.”

I smiled a little sadly as I looked into his deep blue eyes, the pain and confusion in them hurting me more than any words ever could. 

But people were not medicine, and I could not fix the broken boy in front of me any more than he could fix me. We would do what we had always done- build ourselves back up together.

His breath fanned across my face, and I caught the bitter twinge of alcohol.

He had been drinking again. 

His fingers ghosted across my ribcage as he rose his hands up to my cheeks, his breathless smile fading as he did so.

“You haven’t been eating lately.” He murmured, his thumbs tracing the outlines of my cheeks.

“You’ve been drinking again.” I replied in a hum, sliding my hands back to entwine my fingers in his curls.

“It seems we have a lot of work to do, darling.” He whispered, leaning in further.

“That we do, Lahey, that we do.”

And with that, his lips met mine in a kiss that we had shared so many times before- but this time, it was different.

This time, it was tainted with the faint edges of sadness- but also the overwhelming taste of new. This was a new beginning- a new chapter.

A better one. 


Time After Time

 @jilytober has been amazing so far, thank you @sunlitdewdrop and @thearcherballet for organising this whole event! ♥ I’m honoured to be participating in it!

I actually had a whole list of ideas, but then this particular plunny attacked and latched onto me, and I just knew this story was the one I had to write. I hope you’ll like it. - @chierafied

The scream was still on her lips, the high cold laughter echoing in her ears, when she jolted awake. Her feet kicked as she sat up, tangling in the sheets. Her hands fisted in the duvet as she panted for breath.

Then James was there, wrapping his arms around her shaking shoulders. He pulled her close and gently tucked her head in that warm, safe crook of his neck.

“Shhhh,” he was whispering in her ear. “Shhh, it was just a bad dream.”

Lily’s heart raced in her chest even though she had felt it stop when the flash of green had hit her just some moments earlier.

Voldemort had been here. In their home. James had tried to hold him off but then James was dead –and he had followed her up the stairs.

And there, she had been the only thing standing between the feared Dark Lord and her baby boy.

He had told her to step aside but she had looked into those inhuman red eyes and stood her ground.

Lily wrapped her arms around James and hugged him tight, listening to his steady heartbeat and the sweet nothings he kept murmuring in her ear. And eventually, the breaths came slower, the fear faded and she felt calm again.

Everything was fine. James was here and alive and maybe he was right, maybe it had been just a bad dream, a frightfully lifelike one but a dream nonetheless…

And then, James pulled away. He stroked her hair and grinned at her in that crooked manner of his, before leaning to press a single kiss on her forehead.

“Happy Halloween,” he wished her.

Lily returned the smile shakily, her mind reeling with the sense of déjà vu, her stomach dropping and her insides turning into ice.

In that moment, she knew with absolute certainty that everything had been real.

“I’m going to go check on Harry,” James said, reaching for his glasses. “You have a lie down, okay?”

Lily let James push her back down and tuck her in. James ruffled her hair and then left the room, vanishing down the corridor.

It was happening again, starting anew, exactly the same way as before.

This was the morning of the last day of their lives.

Lily closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She needed to think. There had to be something she could do differently, something that she could change, some way to escape from their cruel fate.

Her very first instinct was to run. But where could they go? And what would she tell James? Her stomach turned. She couldn’t convince him that their safety had been compromised; James wouldn’t believe her. She wasn’t half as naïve as he was, yet she could barely believe it herself.

Besides, Voldemort would come after them, he had always been only two steps behind. He would not give up even if he arrived to find an empty house, and if he missed them so narrowly, he just might focus his attentions to their friends instead, putting their lives in even greater danger – the Order that had tried to protect them, Remus, Peter, and Sirius…

Sirius. She latched on that thought, as desperate as a drowning man grasping at straws. She could send him a letter, ask him to go check on Peter or beg him to come over, spend the Halloween with them…

But then the cold trickle of doubt slithered down her spine and her abrupt, budding hope faltered. Because there was only one way Voldemort could have possibly found them. Peter had told him; Peter had voluntarily disclosed their location to the enemy from whom they were hiding. They had put their life in Peter’s hands, they had trusted him… And Peter, sweet, dear Peter had betrayed them.

Sirius was one of her closest friends; he had been like a brother to James – but so had Peter. And it had been Sirius who had suggested Peter should be their Secret-Keeper.

So though she wanted to trust Sirius, so much that her very soul ached, she couldn’t.

At this point, she wasn’t sure if there was anyone she could trust anymore, apart from James and herself.

Well… she supposed there was Dumbledore… but he had been withdrawn again lately, and more secretive than usual. Lily suspected he was working on something that could tip the scales of war in their favour.

They had not heard from him since he had borrowed James’ invisibility cloak; he had not checked up on them once since the Fidelius had been cast.

And that was the other problem. Dumbledore knew they were in Godric’s Hollow, but he wasn’t in on the secret. He would not be able to see their house, and neither could any of the Order members.

Lily bit her lip and picked at the duvet with numb fingers. She tried to organise her thoughts, tried to keep thinking.

If she wrote to Dumbledore, and if he wasn’t busy or away somewhere and actually got her message on time, what then? Was he ready to confront Voldemort himself in a duel?

Lily felt doubtful about that. If he was, why wouldn’t he have done it already?

He could alert the Order, set up a perimeter at Godric’s Hollow. But what if Peter – or Sirius – wasn’t the only spy in their midst? What if they risked tipping their upper hand to their enemy?

Lily sat up in the bed, drew a deep, shaky breath and rubbed slow circles on her temples as she weighed the options in her mind.


She was going to rely only on herself and James. They had defied Voldemort thrice already. They could defy him for the fourth time. He had simply just caught them unawares, struck when they had finally believed to be safe.

But he didn’t have that advantage anymore, because Lily knew.

Lily knew Peter had betrayed them.

Lily knew that she and James – and likely their sweet little Harry, too – had died.

And because of she knew what was coming, she could make sure that this time, they would be prepared.

This time, they would live.

Her mind made, the crushing weight fell off her shoulders. Breathing suddenly came easier and she sat up straighter.

Lily got out of bed, padded across the room and then down the corridor, stopping to lean against the doorframe of Harry’s room.

James looked up, proffering Harry up in his arms.

“Look who woke up!” he said as he walked over to her, his hazel eyes mirroring the grin playing on his lips.


“Good morning, baby boy,” Lily smiled, taking Harry into her arms. Cradling him close to her chest, Lily placed a small kiss on the top of his head and then looked up, meeting James’ eyes. He leaned in, closing their distance to claim her lips. The kiss was warm, slow and languid, sweet enough to make her smile despite the tightness that still squeezed at her gut.

“James,” she breathed as he pulled away, “I have a bad feeling.”

“Because of the bad dream?”

“I don’t know. I just have this feeling like something bad will happen today.”

“Lily, everything’s fine. We’re safe.”

“I know, James, but please, humour me. Be careful today, keep your wand close.”

“All right, if you insist.” James shrugged, and kissed her again. “I’ll go and fetch my wand right now, then.”

Lily watched James go, gently stroking Harry’s black curls – already as unruly as his father’s.

“We’ll be fine,” she whispered, unsure if she was talking to her son or herself.

Lily woke up, gasping and screaming. The tears pooled in her eyes and then rolled down her cheeks. She held the duvet to her chest as her heart raced and ached.

James stirred by her side. He wound his arms around her shoulders and pulled her against him, hugging her close.

“Shhhh,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning her ear, his voice so sweet and gentle. “Shhh, it was just a bad dream.”

She clung to him, her hands clutched at his shoulders as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. She trembled and sobbed in his arms, her tears spilling down and leaving wet trails on his bare chest.

It took a moment for her to calm down but once she had, James grinned at her. He kissed her forehead and wished her happy Halloween.

Lily offered him a weak smile in return.

She didn’t know what was happening. She didn’t know why she kept waking up like this, why she was stuck in a loop, repeating the worst day of her life over and over again.

At this point, there was only one thing of which she was certain.

Her hands balled into fists, her bright green eyes sparked with grim determination.

She would keep trying until she got it right.

She would keep trying until they would all live.


This is a requested Matt Espionsa imagine based on the song ‘beside you’ by 5sos! You didn’t leave your name so I just used y/n. Hope you like it !!!!!


(Your pov)
The drive to the airport was one of the hardest things I’ve done to this day, just the thought that I would be without him for so long was unbearable.
I could’ve chosen to be mad at him for telling me he was going on tour 3 days before he was set to go for 7 months but if 3 days was all I had with him, I wasn’t going to spend it being upset with him.
When we arrived at his airport gate, I realised this was the last time I would be seeing the love of my life, for so long.
We stood there in each others arms as the final boarding call sounded and I knew this was goodbye.
Matt looked down into my eyes and whispered
“I don’t want to go.”
It was hard to reply, I could barely see his face through the tears pooling in my eyes before rolling down my cheeks.
The only words I could muster were
“Don’t ever leave me”
I burrowed my face into his chest; sobbing.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly before letting go and tilting my chin up with his finger tips, planting the most delicate kiss I’ve experienced on my lips.
Our embrace came to an end and he sadly smiled at me whilst slowly wiping a tear from his cheek.
He picked up his carry on bag before turning and walking through the gate, looking back and waving with a sad look before he was gone.
I sniffled, taking deep breaths and wiping my eyes; calming myself down. I slowly walked out of the airport dreading the next few months.

(Matts pov)
It’s been 3 days, the pain I feel without y/n is worse than I ever imagined. As I lay here, hopelessly trying to get her off my mind so I can finally go to sleep, my phone vibrates and I feel a rush of adrenaline.

Y/n: I’m not sure if you’re awake but I just wanted to say good luck for your first show tomorrow, I miss you more than words can describe, my bed feels empty without you :(

My heart aches at the thought of her being upset but it aches even more to know that I’m the reason behind it.
I take a deep breath before replying,

M: No matter where you are in the world, we’re always apart of each other. I love you y/n, we’re falling asleep under the same sky tonight.

I click send before locking my phone and putting it on charge, I never expected this to be so hard.
I close my eyes and imagine y/n’s warm body in my arms.
I miss the way her leg slightly twitches when she’s asleep, I miss the way she clings to my chest for warmth when it’s cold at night, I miss her light snoring which she will never admit too, I miss the way she whimpers when I leave the bed in the mornings; clinging to a pillow to replace where my body was.
It’s only been 3 days and I’m already going crazy. I won’t be able to survive 7 months.

(Your pov)
105 days down, half way there. With matts busy schedule and time differences due to him being overseas it’s almost impossible talking to each other everyday; so our contact has been shortened to 3-4 times a week, 5 if we’re lucky.
I was aimlessly walking through the aisles at Walmart, not even sure of what I wanted to buy before I heard loud laughs and squeals coming from the aisle beside me.
I turn the corner and see a group of 3 girls huddled over a phone, obviously getting very excited over something they were watching.
I smiled when I saw the shirts they were wearing.
One was wearing a Matt Espinosa shirt, one an Aaron Carpenter shirt and the last one a Cameron Dallas shirt.
I pushed my trolley and started walking past them with my items before I was stopped.
“You’re y/n!!!!” The girl in the Cameron Dallas top hollered.
“That’s me” I smiled, waving slightly.
“Could we get a photo with you, please please please??” The girl in the Aaron shirt begged.
“Of course, here follow yourselves on Twitter as well and I’ll tell Matt.”
They all squealed in excitement before pulling out their phones and taking individual photos.
After about 5 minutes the girls left and I went to the checkout with my items, I texted the photo to Matt before taking the short route home.
It was getting late so when I returned home I changed into my own over sized Matt Espionsa t-shirt and climbed into bed before checking my phone, the screen showed a text 15 minutes ago from Matt.

M: aww! The cute girl with the long brown hair wearing my grey sweatshirt which I’ve been looking for, for around 6 months is my favourite though

I laughed to myself, I was always taking his clothes.

Y/n: hahaha, you’re never getting it back I hope you know that.

He replied almost instantly

M: You’re a little shit 🙈 it’s 3:45 in the morning here and I have be to awake at 8, I promise I’ll call you tomorrow night for me, tomorrow morning for you. I know this is hard for you, because it’s unbelievably hard for me too, thank you for not letting this distance get in the way of us. I miss you more and more every day, good night princess, I love you, I wish I was beside you.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I read the last part of the message, I needed him, all of him, the fights, the laughs, everything.
105 more days, just 105 more days.


DID YOU LIKE THIS?! If it sucked seriously tell me I think it did I DUnNo. If you want part two when they see each other again tell moi and I’ll get right on that !

Save Me - Chapter 2

Nash’s POV:

“SMACK CAM!” Cameron yelled surprising Carter by slapping him in the face with an unknown cream. Laughter roared through the air as everyone started getting hit with whatever we were available to. I stayed in the corner trying to avoid all the commotion going on. Soon I was distracted from everything going on when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I took a quick glance and what it was only seeing it was a twitter notification.

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