she bought the fabric and then made it before i came home

You’re His Ex Girlfriend and You See His New Girlfriend Wearing Your T-Shirt

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If there’s one thing Y/n can’t stand, it’s pity. Which is unfortunate for her, considering that’s all she’s been receiving ever since Harry had broken up with her.

Between her family, her friends, and long-known acquaintances, the pity was never ending. The looks people gave her whenever she occupied a room made her sick to her stomach. Nobody looked at her the way they used to as if their perception of her has been altered from a beautiful, humble woman to a broken heart on legs.

Talking to people didn’t help much, either, considering their irrational fear that one harsh tone could wreck what’s left of her. To those, her identity and name have seemed to be forgotten, only to be replaced by “the girl left with a broken heart, who’s heart has failed to mend.”

It’s all a myth, really—a myth that hasn’t been confirmed or denied within the past four months. Y/n provided no reassurance for anybody, nor did she show any improvement since their break up. But she did try her best. Her attempts to answer the question, “how have you been, you know, since the breakup and all?” with an “I’ve been okay” filled with lies didn’t go unnoticed, however, proved to be unsuccessful.

And the pity only got worse when Harry got a new girlfriend.

It was plastered everywhere, the rumors that Harry’s new girlfriend stayed at his hotel in Los Angeles and traveled with him back to London. They disclosed that her name was Jessica, who works as a travel blogger.

She was beautiful, too. More beautiful than she wanted her to be, as selfish as it was. She was the perfect image for him, especially at the height of his career.

Y/n’s heart hit rock bottom that day. Every unblemished part of it became a ruin, a shattered piece of what was once so full and whole.

Y/n hadn’t expected it, not this fast, at least. When Harry initiated the breakup, he told her that it wasn’t the end of their relationship. He had promised her that with the right amount of distance, all the problems they’ve had in their relationship would be fixed entirely.

She believed him, too. That with maybe some time apart, their bitterness towards each other would decease, and all that would remain would be the overwhelming needs for one another.

She should have never been so gullible. After they broke up, they never spoke to each other again. All their ties had been cut, leaving them both hanging in completely separate lives. Y/n never got over him. How could she? They were soulmates, they were each other’s everything. No matter what came at them, they always found a way back to one another.

But Harry’s fame started skyrocketing, leaving Y/n on the ground with no way to reach him anymore. She should have known he’d find someone else—someone more worthy of his time. She just didn’t want to believe it and didn’t want to believe that it had happened so soon.

“How are you feeling?” Gabby asks, reaching over the wooden table so that her fingers can rest on top of Y/n’s hand; a small gesture that Gabby has been giving Y/n nearly every day for the past four months.

Y/n wishes she found it as comfortable as it intended to be, however she can’t help feeling worse whenever Gabby did so. The gesture undoubtedly derives from the pity Gabby has had toward her ever since the breakup. Everything was because of pity.

She looks down at her cold, untouched hot chocolate as she swirls the straw along the brim, resisting to roll her eyes as it’s the only question everybody has seemed to ask her recently.

“The usual,” she shrugs, “nothing’s really changed.”

Gabby gives her a half smile before returning to her tea. The cafe is only occupied by the both of them, considering it’s 7 in the morning on a Sunday. But after everything that’s happened, Y/n’s sleep schedule has been slacking and Gabby wanted nothing more than to be there for Y/n whenever she had the chance.

“Are you sure you don’t want any food?” Gabby asks. “It’s on me if you want anything.”

Y/n shrugs again, a faint yawn falling from her mouth as she shakes her head.

“No, I’m okay. I think I’ll make some waffles when I get home. But I’ll need to stop at the grocery store before I leave. Ran out of milk and flour the other day.”

“We could stop by now if you’d like. I’m getting quite full, anyways.”

“Yeah, sure” Y/n nods, “sounds fine.”

The entrance doors chime when Y/n and Gabby enter the grocery store, barely any people filling the aisles at such hours. Neither of them speak much before they go their separate ways, grabbing all the necessary ingredients Y/n needs for when she gets home.

When she finds flour on one of the bottom shelves, Y/n bends down to grab the cheapest one she could find. In all honesty, she didn’t have a lot of money to spend since she took some time off of work for “mental health reasons,” and she wanted nothing more than to go back home and spend the rest of her day in bed.

When she stands back up from her squatting position, her body rams into somebody else’s, making everything they both were carrying fall onto the floor.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” Y/n gasps, scrambling to pick up the ingredients that have fallen from the girl’s arms.

When Y/n stands back up to return her fallen items, it was as if every nightmare Y/n has ever had was standing right in front of her.

She’d recognize her face anywhere. It haunted her everywhere she went; mocking her and destroying every last bit of her wellbeing. Her face is unforgettable, having been ingrained into her head for so long now. She’s exactly how she is in her pictures, except she’s so much more beautiful in person.

It’s when Y/n’s eyes drift down to the shirt she’s wearing that takes the breath right from her lungs.

The word Lover printed inside of a red heart, the end of it hidden by the pocket right on her chest. It looked so unfamiliar on her—so unfamiliar that tears started piling in her eyes and her lips began to quiver.

That shirt was theirs. That shirt belonged to Y/n and Harry.


It was a nickname Y/n always gave Harry. She would have normally settled for “babe” or “baby” like she did with her previous boyfriends, but “lover” came so naturally to her. It exemplified just how unique and rare their relationship was, too.

Harry had never been called that before, but there was something about it that felt so right. The first time she called him that, he blushed like no other. His cheeks and heart felt so warm, and Y/n wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. But no matter how much she joked about how much he blushed that night, it only made her call him that more.

And the more she said it, the more she realized that there was no other name to describe him.

She gave him the shirt for their first anniversary. She was insecure about it, considering it was the only gift she purchased him that year and wasn’t nearly as expensive as all the gifts Harry had given her. But after all the flowers she received had died months later, after all the chocolate he bought her had been eaten in two nights, after all the in-home spa treatments had been used by the both of them progressively throughout the months, and after all the sex they shared died down by the next morning, the only gift that remained so dearly to their hearts was that goddamn shirt.

The shirt became sentimental to their relationship and was almost used as a keepsake between the two of them. The mornings after making love, Y/n found herself slipping it on before rolling out of bed to make breakfast. Harry fell in love with her tendency to do so and always made sure she knew just how much he loved her for it.

This is my favorite look on you, he’d always say, where the shirt hung loosely from her frame and her skin scattered with the marks from his tongue.

Harry wore the shirt as a tradition, most commonly on their anniversaries or on any specific date that held such significance to their relationship. And every time Y/n saw him wearing it, she found it irresistible to kiss the heart designed right upon his chest.

My lover, she’d say, looks so perfect on you.

She never imagined anybody else in it. Even after they had broken up, she never thought the shirt would be passed down to later relationships Harry had with other women. When she moved out, he kept insisting that she should be the one to take it.

He looked down at the shirt all crinkled in his hands, the last compromise they had to make before Y/n officially moved out of their home. Her suitcases were packed neatly by the front door, the darkened sky from the storm waiting to approach making the house feel colder than it already had turned.

Y/n’s body was slumped against the doorframe, arms crossed and eyes red with inevitable tears as they were forced to face the harsh reality of what was to come.

After three years of a relationship neither of them expected to end, Harry had insisted that they take a break from each other. With his career coming to its peak and Y/n spending most of her time in the office, their relationship was going through a rough patch that lasted far too long.

“You paid for this, you know,” Harry whispered, obstructing the silence that seemed to make the air around them thicker and harder to breathe, “this is yours, always has been.”

Y/n shook her head, a few loose tears falling from her face as she did so. In all honesty, she didn’t want to be reminded of it after this. It’s held so much meaning between the two of them throughout a majority of their years being together that she couldn’t stomach the thought of looking at it in her selection of wardrobe. Not when Harry won’t be by her side, not when Harry won’t be apart of her life anymore.

She placed her hand on top of his softly, stroking the knuckles of his clenched fingers with her thumb.

“It was ours. But when it comes down to it, I bought it for you. It was a gift, you should keep it.”

Harry clenched his fingers harsher against the fabric, his quivered lips attempting a small smile as he lifted it to his chest. His thumb traced the heart above the pocket, watching as one of his tears soak into the material.

“It looks better on you anyways.” Y/n tried to laugh through the silent cries, but neither of them had the heart to make light of the situation they were facing.

Harry’s eyes narrowed down at her while a small sigh fell from his lips.

“You know I’d never wear this again, right? Not until we find our way back to each other.”

Y/n’s shaken hands wiped the tears from her cheeks, her lips pursed together to ensure her broken sobs wouldn’t surface until she was alone in her car.

“Yeah, until we find our way back.”

She stood on her toes to reach his cheek, where she tentatively placed a kiss on the flushed skin.

“You’ll always be my lover.”

But looking back at it now, she wouldn’t be standing in the middle of a grocery store, crying pathetically in front of a complete stranger if she had just taken the damn thing.

How could he do this to me?

“Babe, are these eggs alr—“

Harry’s words get caught in his throat when he sees Y/n standing in front of Jessica with tears streaming down her face and cries shaking her body.

At first, his instinct is to reach his hand out to her. But as his eyes follow her tearful gaze to Jessica’s shirt, which is far too large for her frame, but still being worn on her body, the realization hits him that it’s probably the last thing she would want.

He flutters his eyes shut as an unbearable feeling starts to rise in his stomach. This is the most unfortunate time to see Y/n again, and he can’t imagine how much hatred flowing through Y/n’s system as he stands there, cowardly silenced.

Not a word comes out of his mouth. Not even a pathetic stutter of her name, or even a lift of his lips to greet her in the most minimal of ways.

The only thought swirling through Y/n’s mind is how could you not say anything to me? After everything you did, after what I’m witnessing now, how is there not one word to say?

He watches as pain settles in her eyes as she looks at him. It’s as if she’s begging for an explanation, or even an apology he doesn’t really mean. She’s just looking for something, and knowing that she’s not getting anything is taking all the remaining life out of her.  

But he has so much to say. There are so many apologies, so many thoughts all scrambling in his head that everything becomes incoherent. He wants to tell her how sorry he is, and how hard it is to live with himself after all that he’s done to her. He wants to tell her that he never gave her that fucking shirt, that Jessica found it in one of his drawers and put it on while he was still sleeping from the night before. He wants to tell her that it isn’t what it looks like, that it isn’t what everybody thinks this is. But his throat tightens and his tongue suddenly becomes numb, completely preventing him from saying all the things he wishes to say.

“Y/n, is everything alr—”

Gabby halts when she discovers Y/n’s crying body being watched by the very two people that broke her heart. She’s breaking, so evidently breaking and neither one of them are doing anything about it.

“I w—want to go home.” Y/n’s voice cracks, face twisting as Harry still doesn’t find anything to say to her. “Let’s just go home.”

If Gabby hadn’t witnessed her best friend go through so much pain within the last four months, she would have been able to contain all the rage she’s held toward Harry. But something inside of her snaps when she sees the shirt Jessica’s wearing.

“No!” Gabby spits.

Before anybody sees it happening, Gabby slams her fists against Harry’s chest. Jessica begins to scream while Y/n jumps in an attempt to remove Gabby’s wild arms away from him.

Harry doesn’t do anything to defend himself, though, as he allows her to keep swinging her arms at him. All he can think about it how much he deserves it—how much he deserves all of what’s coming at him.

“You’re such a fucking jerk, Harry!” Gabby roars. “You ruined her! Who the fuck do you think you are?!“

“Gab, stop.” Y/n mumbles, finally able to capture her arms.

Gabby squirms as she tries to escape Y/n’s harsh hold on her, but against Y/n’s anger mixed with all her overwhelming emotions, there is no match.

Y/n starts to push Gabby toward the doors, and it takes every bit of strength left in her to not turn around to look at him one last time. 

“You’re her biggest mistake! I hope you know that!”

{PART 3} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Thinking that you’re about to be fired, you start panicking about how you’ll survive with no job. Jungkook still can’t answer the many questions he has about you - and he questions himself in turn.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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“Caught Up” (Yugyeom Smut)

Originally posted by wonshu

Title: Caught Up

Featuring: Yugyeom (GOT7) X Noona Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: NC-17

Summary: After giving Yugyeom an eyeful of your slinky undergarments, you use the incident as fodder to tease him, but the tease might have gone too far this time.

Requested by anon! I don’t know why it took me so long to finish this, but here we go!


That sing-songy voice rang out across the room and sent a cringe through your body. You absolutely hated when Yugyeom called you that, even though it was accurate. You were older than him, sure, but he had a way of teasing you about it that dug at you. You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face when he said it.

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you might get an ovation

pairing: daveed diggs x reader, lin-manuel miranda x reader, daveed x reader x lin (i think that’s how this should be listed idk) 

request: @iamafangirlforeverthing​: “Can you write a reader imagine where daveed and Lin compete for her affections and just pure nsfw…” and @itsme-ashley-marie​: “Can I get some super kinky role play?!” AND @derpypenguin​: “Lin smut with maybe some nice daddy/sir kink with some bondage maybe??”

summary: lin and daveed are both super into reader. she goes with this for a little, before they realize there’s only one way to make them all happy.

warnings: NSFW, smut, flirting, wall sex, dom/sub, begging, dirty talk, clippng lyrics, oral sex, prof/student roleplay, bath sex, threesome (kinda…), spitroasting, mentions of other kinks,

word count: 4,936

a/n: i am going straight to hell. probably tomorrow, honestly. title from clippng’s “wriggle.” this was fun. enjoy!! lemme know whatchu think!! the sequel to this smut sin is here 

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king-itchy  asked:

67 andreil :)



When Neil walked into his dorm room, the first thing he noticed were the clothes strewn about on the floor. It didn’t bother him; it was strategic of course. It made sense for Neil to take off his pants in front of the toilet when he changed at night because that’s where he put his pants on in the morning. Shirts were midway through the room because he immediately took his shirt off when he walked into the bedroom and it was also the last thing he put on in the morning. Shoes were kicked off first thing when he walked in the door and were slipped on right before he walked out in the mornings. It was messy but it was functional. At least for him.

Both Andrew and Kevin had told Neil that he was a slob. The words Andrew used might have been, “messy ass bitch.” It was because he was always leaving piles of clothes everywhere, always had to be reminded to do laundry, had to be reminded how to do the laundry—put in fabric softener when you do towels, Neil—and of course he had to be reminded to fold and put away those clothes as well. When it was brought up, of course Neil was willing to do what he was told, but that was the problem—he always waited until he was told. Andrew and Kevin liked to see how long he would go before he did his laundry, as a form of protest, surely, he had to eventually break down and do laundry, right?

Wrong. Unquestionably, the best part about having more than three outfits to your name was the longer waits between washes. If there was one thing that Neil hated, under any pseudonym, it was laundry. Over the course of his first year at college, Neil had gotten quite the collection of clothing from the Foxes. Neil didn’t think that he had actually bought one outfit that now resided in the utilitarian chest of drawers he was provided in Fox Tower.

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Shredded Clothes - Stiles Stilinski Smut

Paring: Stiles x Reader


Word Count: 3,077 words

Release Date: Apirl, 8, 2017 (AKA STILES’ BIRTHDAY BIATCHES)


You waited for your boyfriend Stiles to get into your car so both of you could get away from the supernatural for awhile. You didn’t mind the supernatural, but you just never had enough time with your boyfriend anymore to do anything special. So you planned out the day for you and Stiles to have a day together, no Werewolves, no Banshees, no Deadpool, just you and Stiles.

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He Goes by the Name H. One

Author: b0blegum

Pairing: DJ!Chae Hyungwon x Reader

Rating: G (at least for now lol)

Genre: Romance


Part: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - end

a/n Him DJ-ing at KCON Japan was what inspired me to write this, because he looks dang hot being a DJ.

Part 1 is short but the next chapters would be long and even more interesting, i promise!

“Oh come on, (y/n)! It’s gonna be lit!” Your bestfriend was still tugging at the hem of your sleeve as you walk around in the kitchen, preparing the lunch for the two of you.

“Nope. I’m not going.” You shook your head. “You know i don’t like that kind of music. It’s too loud!”

“Oh my God, (y/n). All you do is just work. At least have some fun!”

You sipped on the orange juice you just poured and gave your bestfriend one. “Can you just go with your other friends?”

She sighed and put down her glass. “No… I can’t give them.” She said in lower tone.

“Then let them pay for the ticket. That’s easy.” You leaned on the counter.

“The thing is… I can’t sell it.” She looked up to you and grabbed something from her pocket. “It’s the backstage pass. I can’t sell it.”

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Olicity Hiatus Fic: A Boy and His Socks...

Okay so this is my first contribution to the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon organized by the wonderful @thebookjumper who honestly is a gem for thinking this up! 

Prompt Given: Summer Vacation

Read it here or on AO3

“A Boy and His Socks” 

The room around them was bustling with the sounds of buser’s carrying dirty dishes and, servers checking their tables. Felicity dragged her finger along the edge of her half empty water glass while Sara’s voice drifted softly around the space around her. 

“Hey if you’re going to ignore me then we can just skip the monthly lunches and go back to skyping when I’m in the calling area.” 

Felicity’s eyes slipped down to the wrinkled table cloth while she smiled shamefully. “Sorry Sara I was just daydreaming…” she admitted as Sara’s chest deflated before her downcast stare. 

“What caused the daydream?” she asked almost cautiously which made Felicity’s eyes snake upward. 

“You asked about my summer and, well I guess I just sorta got sidetracked,” Felicity hiccuped absently while Sara’s fingers inched toward one of her untouched French Fries. 

She giggled at first thinking her thoughts had swerved toward her once again burgeoning romance with Oliver. Felicity saw the sassy smile and, the devious wink displayed over her very interested face. “Oh so are you saying you were daydreaming about Oliver?” she finally managed to chuckle between her small swallows. 

Felicity’s head shook easily as her friend’s easy laughter filled her soul with happiness. “Oh sweetie my daydreams of Oliver leave me feeling far more than distracted…”

Sara nearly choked on her fry when she sputtered, “I can’t believe you just alluded to your sex life!” 

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satanslilcherry  asked:

Hi! Today I'm feeling really bad about my body and stuff. Could you please write some hc about rfa+minor trio reacting to MC how's feeling like shit bc her father keeps bodyshaming her? Pretty please

Hey, I’m sorry to hear you’re feeling bad about your body. I hope these headcannons will make you feel a little better. I tried to keep this gender neutral and vary in body Imagine issues, because it’s not always about how big you are, I know some people are subconscious about how skinny they are, or if they don’t have an muscles. Also sorry these took so long, but I wanted to make each one as accurate as I could. 

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anonymous asked:

Ah, ok! I'd love to read your version of Frank buying lingerie for his s/o. It's the first time he's done anything like this since buying it for Maria and I can hear his heart breaking but also wanting to move forward. Angsty smutty and soft Frank is my favorite. If you're up to it, I appreciate it! Thank you so much for feeding into the Frank thirst trap ❤️❤️

Anon, here it is!  I didn’t follow it exactly, but I still kept it close so I apologize if it wasn’t what you were looking for :/    This is my first time writing a fic based on a request and my first time posting my writing on tumblr so gahhhh, let’s do this! 


Jesus Christ, his hands felt clammy. He can face a gang of gun-toting drug suppliers with a bloody smile, but the idea of walking into a lingerie store makes him feel like a goddamn teenager about to ask his crush to prom.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do Beauty!MC x TheBeast!Jumin? I know this idea has been around for a while but I've honestly never seen any work about it.

I got super into this request, actually! I said a while ago that his route was a lot like BaTB and I’ve always thought it was interesting that the original BaTB was mostly about marriage, more specifically addressing the fear young women had of being married to strange men…especially when taking into account that Jumin’s route (thematically) is also about marriage. I tried to mesh the best of both into this story. Jumin and MC are not a literal beast and a young woman trapped in a cursed castle. MC is a new bride in a new marriage and she and Jumin are very unsure of one another. Also I took a lot of inspiration from the original Villeneuve version of the story. I’ll shut up now. I just really love fairy tales I did one of my degrees on fairy tale adaptation

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Amy was bored.  She was alone in the apartment while she waited for Sheldon to come home. She didn’t want to do any of her normal activities because if she got sucked in, she wouldn’t want to take him to the train store when he got back.  Instead of getting pulled into one of her novels, she decided to leaf through one of the comic books on his beside table.

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Implexium Vitae PT 5

A/N; It’s alive! Poor Natsu, so many unfortunate things happened to him in this au, and Lucy doesn’t even know an eighth of it. 

Also, I can guarantee you that whatever wonderful explanations y'all can come up with for Natsu’s relation to Layla mine will be more painful :D Next chapter is set to arrive at the castle, and maybe explain how they met! As always, let me know what you guys think <3

It is said that some people have old souls, reborn every couple centuries to find their loved ones again and continue on their never ending journey. But what happens to these intersecting lives when one is immortal and the other is ripped from them?

Vampire AU.

Pairing: Nalu, Fairy Tail

Words: 2524

Rating: M

Part: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, SixSeven

Lucy stood on the train platform, watching with excited anxiety as the cab grew closer and closer, a stark red against the pale orange and blue sky of dawn. She felt as if butterflies had filled her stomach, filled with the desire to run and fly at the same time. It still didn’t feel real, and Lucy worried that it all might fade away like morning dew under the sun.

“All I’m saying is that we could walk. I can carry you. It’ll be fine Luce, honest.”

Lucy looked over to where Natsu stood several feet back, eyes narrowed dangerously on the approaching train and never looking away, as if he could force it back through sheer will power.

“It will only be a few days by train and a few weeks by foot,” Lucy sighed, yet again. They had been having this conversation repeatedly since Lucy had packed, and it was starting to spark her ire.

“I’m going to die Lucy.” Natsu whined, stepping forward as he slung her canvas bag over his shoulder. Lucy held her own suitcase with both hands on the strap in front of her, turning back to watch the train and ignore Natsu’s dramatic claims.

“Then it is a good thing you are immortal.”

She felt more than heard Natsu pout, his heavy exhale warm on her exposed neck from where he had come stand behind her. Lucy smiled at his strong presence, even if she was well aware that he was using her as a shield between himself and the train. Lucy’s breath caught at the loud sound of air rushing past them and metal grinding on metal, the train much larger than she had thought it would be as it had come into the station. It finally came to a creaking halt, shuddering violently as it stopped in front of them. Lucy looked over her shoulder in excitement, large smiling lifting her lips. She had never been on a train before, all of Jude’s business associates coming into Magnolia to meet with him. Natsu, however, was far less eager to board the train, pale and tight lipped as he watched the carriage doors in front of them open.

“Why can’t we walk again?” Natsu asked desperately.  Lucy rolled her eyes, taking Natsu’s hand and leading him to the door. A few night travellers stepped off, bleary eyed and uncaring of Natsu’s unusual coloured hair. Lucy supposed it was for the best, as it would save them from answering unwanted questions, even if the lack of concern struck her as odd.

“Come on, Natsu!” Lucy sang happily, climbing the few stairs from the platform to the open doors, heels clicking on the grated metal. She paused when she stepped inside, taking in bright furnishings. Pale reds and golds adorned the seating and window covering, black carpet stark if not for the layer of dirt subduing it to grey. Lucy picked an unused table close to the where their carriage connected to the next, dragging Natsu by their interlocked hands to the booth and table.

She tucked her bags into the storage compartment above them, looking down to speak to Natsu when she paused. He had already curled himself into a ball, tucked tightly against the red fabric covered seat and the panelled wall beside the window, his black cape covering him like a blanket.

“Natsu?” Lucy called, worry sinking heavy in her stomach. Trains couldn’t actually kill vampires, that was ludicrous. Of course, if they went over running water, that could be true. Natsu would have told her explicitly though, if something like this would take him from her.

“Merh,” Natsu mumbled, cracking one eye open to look at her sullenly. She sat gently beside him, sinking into the aged cushion and dipping closer to Natsu. Lucy squeaked when he fell towards her without warning, his head placed firmly on her lap and face turned towards her body. Lucy hovered her hands in the air over his body as Natsu squirmed, situating himself so he was laying on the majority of the bench with Lucy close to the walking row.

“Natsu, this is my first train ride, and while I understand you are tired I would like to see some of the countryside,” Lucy lectured, crossing her arms. Natsu’s squint turned to a glower as he looked at Lucy again, sighing loudly and pointedly as he began to move once more. Lucy squeaked indignantly when Natsu dragged her along the bench and to where he had been sitting before, resuming a mirror position of lying on her lap. Lucy could now easily see out the window, and Natsu had claimed her thighs as a pillow once more.

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Happy Birthday uniquepizzacollectionblog!

Originally posted by asdarknessfell

Posting this possibly early for you @uniquepizzacollectionblog (it’s May 16 in Australia), but we at @everlarkbirthdaygifts wish you a happy birthday :) We present you with a lovely fic by @booksrockmyface that she has written especially for you! Enjoy!

Title: Let the Light Illuminate these Hopeless Places

Rating: M

Author’s note: Happy birthday!! I hope it’s the best day ever and that this meets your wishes. The title comes from a line in the Paramore song Idle Worship.

Katniss was always early to everything. Even dragging her feet she still arrived at the high school gym a couple minutes after seven.

Delly, their class president, was sitting at the entrance with a table full of nametags. “Oh, Katniss!” Her smile was as bright as ever. “I’m so glad you came.”

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Bite Me (Part 8)

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean (no pairings…yet…)

Warnings: Minor character deaths, violence

Overview: You were raised in the hunter life. You fell out of it. It wasn’t your choice to get pulled back in.

Word Count: 1,886

A/N: This is the eighth installment in my first ever fanfic series. So many people have jumped on the bandwagon recently, and I love each and every one of you. This part is smooth sailing… after the first part of the flashback. I swear. Thank you all so much for sharing the love and giving me feedback and encouragement. These words, like everything else I write, are for me. Feel free to join me in the adventure.

Read (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

I had just turned twenty-four when Uncle Jay died. He had been gone longer than his predicted one week, so I strapped a pack to my back and set out with Arlo to check in. I found him a few days later, most of his limbs strewn out across a cave. I allowed myself time to mourn, but my shocked brain never really fully grasped what had happened. Completely alone for the first time in my entire life, my mind defaulted into hunter mode, making quick work of gathering Uncle Jay’s remains before salting and burning the pile. There were other bones and limbs inside the cave, some fresher than others, but none of them belonged to a monster. I had brought what I needed with me to finish the job, so it was only a matter of setting my trap and waiting.

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One Shot: Pre Christmas (Smut)

I hope you all like this one! Any feedback on this one is really appreciated, as I have hardly any experience writing smut. So if you have any suggestions please let me know. If you liked it let me know, if there was something in particular that you didn’t or felt weird PLEASE let me know as I’d like to get better. Again, thank you for reading!!  

“Alright look at the camera. Here we go!”  

There was a bright flash from the studio lights. A few more pictures were taken of the family in front of us and then we stepped forward for our turn. My sister pulled my niece who was a ball of red velvet and passed her to my brother in law. He walked over to the big chair with Santa sitting on it and Santa reached for her.

My brother in law fussed over his daughter smoothing out her little dress making sure she was picture perfect. The photographer began to readjust for the picture.

Shawn who was standing right at my said leaned close to me and began to speak gently. “Are you going to sit on Santa’s lap?

I glanced up at him. “I don’t know should I?”

His arm wrapped around me. “Meh, you should. Tell Santa what you want for Christmas. Not that I think you’ll get it.” He leaned down and breathed into my ear. “Because I think you’ve been a very bad bad girl.”

My mouth dropped and I swatted at his chest. “Shawn!” I protested acting as if his deep voice in my ear had done nothing to my thoughts. “Not with my family here.”

He chuckled and leaned in again. “You like it.”

I didn’t try to deny it.

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{PART 10} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Sad, Angst

Summary: Jaebum finds himself being haunted by the memory of you - the memories you can’t remember at all.

Please note that this series contains mentions of road/car accidents, amnesia and cheating.

{Part 1} //{Part 9} {Part 10} {Part 11}

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bisuratonkachi  asked:

"Stop talking about how clever you are."

I tweaked the prompt just a bit to make it flow better, hope you don’t mind! Thanks for the prompt! Also, this was inspired by Miley Cryus - Malibu.

Its a bitt summer themed and I realized too late that I probably shouldve saved it for kakasaku month. Oh well…

Tan Lines

Also on ao3 and ffn

               “Sakura-chan,” – Kakashi casually strolled beside her as she walked to her office in the hospital – “Let’s go on vacation.”

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Pretty as a picture (Yeo Wool)

Summary : y/n is an artist from the west, who makes a living travelling from place to place in search for the worlds hidden beauties to capture them in her drawings and paintings. Who better for her to draw than Yeo Wool, the most beautiful man in Hwarang? If only she could find a way into Hwarang house to be able to do so.

a/n: This is a long one, since i may have gotten a little carried away.

ps. can you tell that i’m an aritst myself :P

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