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Bruised Love {Part 3}

Warnings: Cursing, very angsty

Word count: 791

Summary: Harry has been avoiding (Y/N) lately making her feel unwanted and lonely, as he pushed her away causing her to keep trying to love him and make him notice her, but only to bring her more ache to the heart.

Note: Sorry this kind of shot, I have big plans for part 4. Yes you heard right, their will be a part 4. but I know you guys have been waiting for this sit back get comfy and ENJOY!!;)

Part 1 Part 2


*Third POV*

“I hate you, harry”

“I hate you”

“I hate you”

Her words were all Harry could think of. Every word she had spoken running through his mind repeatedly as he sat there in a chair beside her, watching her fragile body laying there on the uncomfortable hospital bed, her breathing at a rhythm pace. She was tangled up with many cords stuck to her body, as a mask covered most of her face, helping her breathe better. It has been 3 hours since the incident, and (Y/N) still hasn’t woken up yet. Neither has Harry left that spot. He wasn’t going to leave her not now, not ever. But that had changed when the doctor came in the room gesturing for him to meet him out in the hallway.

A heavy groan left his chapped lips as he stood up, his knees tingling from sitting in that chair for hours. He glanced at (Y/N) one more time, before walking out into the white hall seeing nurses walking around the quiet halls. When he noticed the doctor standing by the window to her room, he walked towards him.

“What’s up?” He asked him, scared something had went wrong with (Y/N).

“(Y/N)’s immune system is weakened due to lack of vitamins and minerals, which is due to not eating” the doctor said, as a sigh left Harry’s lips, looking down, putting his fingers through his tangled hair tugging it with frustration. 

“Is there a way I can fix this” He asked, willing to do anything for his lovely (Y/N).

“Yes, she needs to start eating again and then she will be healthy in no time” he suggested, a small smile forming on his lips before petting Harry’s shoulder and walking off to another patient, leaving him in the hallway alone. Harry didn’t know what to do, or how to feed her when she’s going to wake up and doesn’t want him around anymore. 

He walked back into the room seeing (Y/N) still sleep. This was killing him, knowing he let it get this far. She is such an amazing person and Harry just pushed her to the limits, which caused this to happen. He really didn’t want to lose her, she was his first love and still is. He can’t even think what life would be like without her in it. 

Harry can feel his emotions take control of him again, the guilt knocking down his walls. Breathing rugged, chest falling up and down like a machine. His (Y/n), his lovely, perfect little angel, was probably still hurting inside even in her sleep because of him. And it was all his fault. The way she looked at him when she was crying her heart out to him. All she wanted was for Harry to love her and care for her, just as much as she did for him, but maybe just a little more. He slowly walked back to his original spot, making himself comfortable in the chair. 

“This is all my fault” Harry cried to myself, his hands tangled up in hers, as he just let his emotions flung free.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), I just wanted you to live a better life without me.” He knows he wasn’t going to get anything from her, but he just wanted to feel close to her as if she was listening. 

“I shouldn’t of pushed you away, I didn’t mean anything I said….. please (Y/N) I need you." 

His sobs were quiet but loud enough for a person in the room to hear him. Harry felt terrible, so terrible. He just wanted to hold his baby girl, make her feel so special to him. His grip on her small cold hand, tighten as he looked at her one more time. She was so beautiful even when she looked so pale. Harry had noticed over the couple of days of him pushing her away her body had changed. She was more skinnier and weaker, which made him feel like she did this for him, like she wanted to show him she can change for him. But Harry didn’t want that, he loved his (Y/N) no matter what she is. She is perfect just the way she is, without a doubt. 

"I love you, (Y/N). Oh god I love you so much, I’m so sorry” he whispers, as he plants a small, delicate kiss on each of her fingers, his tears landing on them. He laid his head down beside her, inhaling her scent, her flower blossom scent that still hang around her. 

His eyelids felt weak as his tears slowly fall from his cheeks. He felt tired, while his body relaxed, soon drifting off with words falling free before closing his eyes. 

“I love you.”

The Flame That Burns Soul Deep

Summary: Wanda thought she has lost everyone in her life. With her parents being long gone and her griefing over the resent death of her twin brother Pietro, who wouldn’t think that? That’s until new information surfaces that Wanda may not be as alone as she thought; another one. There was another Maximoff, expect this one has a burning passion to give hell to her new found sibling.

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Chapter 1

Pariring: Avengers x Reader

“Could you honestly blame them for not coming for you?” the voice spoken was low and came out in a hard tone.


“No. After all, Who would come after the forgotten sibling?” this voice was soft spoken it sounded as if the person had given up.


“Don’t do that.” they said standing up from the metal chair facing the women, she sat across from them not in a chair but on the floor.


Eye empty of emotions face even more emotionless, they knew they lost.


“Do what-” a bitter chuckle ecaspes the women’s throat, “You mean speak the truth.”


“You aren’t forgotten!” they roar into the direction of the women face filled with anger yet she still does not react.


“Tell me then William. Who hasn’t forgotten me? Who hasn’t left me for dead yet? My parents have, hell my father only slept with my mother because she was an easy fuck.”


A slap echoed throughout the room.


William hand grabbed ahold of the women’s face and turned her to look into his dark green eyes, it seemed to have darken but that could have been tricks being played in the women’s eyes.


“I haven’t forgotten you, I haven’t left you. Want to know why?” William questions the women leaning closer then ever towards her hand hold face.


Their noses are touching now, a flicker of that spark he loved so much shined in her eyes.


“Why?” the women whispers out her eyes searching for a answer in his green eyes.


But she couldn’t find one.


“Why darling, I’m with you to the end. After all I am only in your head.”


William pulls away from the women and throws his head back as laughter echoes around the darkened room.


“Your right. You are only in my head. Which means i have control over you William.”


William’s laughter stops. He takes notice of the dark tone in the women’s face.


“(Y/n) don’t.” William growls out.


A blinding light erupts from within (Y/n)’s chest until it expands all around the room, eyes closed; (Y/n) embraces the light in the dark room.


Eyes wide open now.


White wall, white desk, white chair, white floor.


White door, white rug, white shoes, no returning.


Lifting up from the bed (Y/n) could feel the springs release from her face muscles. Looking down at her white night gown the female turned toward the door waiting.


Tic - toc.


That’s the sound the black and white clock makes as she awaits their return. 


It didn’t take long before the familiar white door in the right corner of her room opened up. 


“Miss. Maximoff it’s time to take your medicine.”


Staring into those light brown eyes (Y/n) felt a smile rise upon her face. 


“Of course Mrs. Harper.” she responds.


Her smile reaches her eyes and it’s hard for the older women to tell if the smile is even real. 


Taking a look at the bottle of pills and plastic cup of water Mrs. Harper makes her way towards (Y/n) pushing her cart in front of her hoping to get a bit of distance between them both.


“You know darling-” Mrs. Harper says uncapping the bottle of pills and pulling two out. She walks up towards (Y/n) which she then responds by opening her mouth allowing Mrs. Harper to place both pills in. 


“You could get out soon if you keep your good behavior up.”


(Y/n) who had dry swallowed now drunk the water from the plastic cup her eyes never once leaving Mrs. Harper’s form.


“Please don’t lie-” she sits the plastic cup back on the cart a few inches away from her bed standing up she walks closer to the older women who was now backed up against the wall. 


“William hates liars.”


A scream echoed throughout the white room and hallways. Keys juggling from belt loops, and heavy thumps of shoes running in one direction could be heard.


Bursting through the open door their stood a group of guard’s eyes wide in horror at the frightful sight before them. 


Mrs. Harper hung from the bared up window, arms tied with white bed streets that were stained with blood, her white heels on the floor, neck slashed open.


Both eyes were ripped out of her head and were seemling placed on the table near the bedside, a bloody line was in front of it resembling a smile.


“William doesn’t like liars." 


One guard read the bloody hand written text off of the wall. Unknowingly to them that the neighboring room caught sight of the gruesome sight in room #23.


"Ooh so she did manage to ecasped after all!" 


The laughter of the neighboring room sounded through out their room.


"This is just the start darling, wait and see!” William voice boomed from within (Y/n).


“Just wait and see!”

Did you ever have a genuine psychic/medium experience?

Although many readings can be attributed to cold readings or sheer coincidence sometimes it’s uncanny how accurate psychics/mediums can be. Here’s a collection of supposedly genuine experiences from threads. If you have an experience feel free to tag me @sixpenceee!

by reddit user Jinuxxx

I never believe in palm /card readings. I don’t actually believe in it nowadays. BUT when I was in 9th grade, my friend took me with her to a fortune teller so she can have her future read. Surprisingly she mentioned about her love dilemma, a blonde guy and dark haired guy. She was completely convinced about her reading powers while I was meh… We’re teenagers, it’s natural we’ll find ourselves in situations like this. And then she predicted the scores she’ll get at the exams when you finish high school (in our country there are some mandatory subjects for the exams, thus multiple numbers) she guessed that right. If I think really hard about probabilities and stuff I can find a logic explanation to that as well. 

by reddit user GoobyBear22

About 5 years ago I saw a psychic that a family friend had told me was the real deal. I went in skeptical and came out a believer.

She used tarot cards and knew things that could have been lucky guesses, like that I had just bought a house and was renovating it, but she also knew specific things that no one else could have known.

The most amazing part of the whole thing was that she knew that I had some complications with my hormones and had a surgery in the past that would make getting pregnant very difficult, but she told me Despite all this, I would have a baby later in life. Toward the end of the reading she hands me the tarot cards and tells me to shuffle them. Then tells me to ask three questions in my mind one at a time. I decided to really test her authenticity so the first question I decided to ask was am I going to have children, and halfway through laying the five cards down, she stops and looks at me and scolds me saying “I already told you that you were going to have one child!” hah this is when I knew.

by reddit user wobblerss

This was before I was born. My mom had a neighbor who was a grandpa who could see the future. He told my mom that my sister would be really sick when she became a preteen and not to worry because she’d be okay. When my sister was a preteen she was diagnosed with cancer and after a year and a half she was perfectly fine. My mom was pregnant with me when she met him again and he told her that I would be a c-section baby. My mom already knew this and said she had scheduled the c-section already since I was breach but he was adamant that she would have me on a certain day and that the c-section wouldn’t go on the planned day. I was born on the exact day he predicted.

Nothing too crazy but the fact that he knew that my sister would be sick and would be okay is crazy to me. He also didn’t want any money and approached my mom and asked if he could do a reading for her.

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MY SECRET SESSION STORY:

it all began when taylor nation followed me on tumblr on october 11th. they then messaged me on tumblr on saturday night. i’m not going to go into detail about the message because it’s *confidential*. 👀 they then called me the next day and told me i was invited to a secret event in nashville and asked if i’d like to attend, i wasn’t sure if i’d be able to make it on such short notice but my mom told me accept the invite and that we’d figure a way to get there. we dropped everything and started driving to nashville on tuesday morning and got to nashville on wednesday.

i arrived to the secret location and got checked in and met so many people including bree!! it was honestly so surreal and everything felt FAKE. we got onto the bus and the driver drove us to taylor’s parents house and we could see TAYLOR’S HAND THROUGH THE BLINDS TAKING PICTURES OF THE BUS ARRIVING. I HONESTLY WAS SO SHOOK.

we then went into the pool area and ate food and i got to talk to a bunch of amazing people. THEN TAYLOR’S PARENTS CAME OUT. i got to talk to them but i obviously can’t talk about what they said because that’s *confidential* 👀 but let’s just say, THEY KNEW WHO I WAS.

i then had to use the bathroom so the security let me inside the house to use the bathroom and when i came out taylor’s entire team was waiting for me, they told me to wait and one of them was like “niko, this is going to be very exciting” AND MY POOR LITTLE HEART STARTED BEATING SO FAST. they then took me into the room where the secret session was going to be held and told me that i could CHOOSE WHEREVER I WANTED TO SIT BEFORE THEY LET ANYONE IN THE HOUSE. i obviously picked the floor pillows that was TWO INCHES AWAY FROM THE CHAIR TAYLOR WOULD BE SITTING IN.

everyone then came in the room and sat on the floor cushions. we had to wait about 20 minutes before TAYLOR SWIFT WALKED IN THE ROOM WITH ABIGAIL. i didn’t get to hear what she said as she walked in because everyone was screaming, including myself. she looked so GENUINELY HAPPY AND EXCITED. she then pointed to abigail and said “SHE JUST GOT MARRIED” and abigail started flaunting her ring. IT WAS LITERALLY SO ICONIC.

taylor then walked to her chair and sat down and instantly locked her EYES ON ME. SHE HAD THE BIGGEST SMILE ON HER FACE AND SAID “oh, hi there niko!!!” AND PUT HER HAND OUT SO SHE COULD HOLD MY HAND. YOUR BOY WAS VERY SHOOK.

she then started playing the album but that’s all *CONFIDENTIAL* 👀

taylor literally talked to me during the actual secret session. she kept grabbing my hands and dancing with me. *shook*

before she played LWYMMD she told us all to GET UP and DANCE WITH HER. as soon as i got up TAYLOR LITERALLY GRABBED MY WATER BOTTLE AND THREW IT ON HER CHAIR AND GRABBED MY HANDS AND STARTED DANCING WITH ME WHILE SCREAMING THE SONG IN MY FACE. SHE EVEN MADE ME TWIRL HER. BEST DANCE OF MY LIFE.

((the album is so good btw y’all are going to be wigless on november 10th))

once the album was over we all got in line to meet her and someone from taylor nation called my name and two other people because SHE WANTED TO MEET US IMMEDIATELY.

as i walked down the stairs taylor has the biggest smile on her face and opened her arms and said “NIKO!!!” and she HUGGED ME. she then hugged my mom and started telling my mom how i’m the sweetest person in this fandom and how everyone loves me and i’m the peace keeper. she even said i was the key to this community. (it took everything in me not to ugly cry in front of her)

she then looked at me and complimented my outfit by saying “YOU LOOK SO SHARP” and i thanked her and said “really? i picked out this outfit last minute!”

i then told her how much i loved the new album and at one point of the conversation i started chanting “GRAMMYS GRAMMYS GRAMMYS” and she started jumping up and down laughing and said “YEAHHHHH!!!” and then gave me a high five. (best high five i’ve ever received)

i was then able to tell her how i was born profoundly deaf and how grateful i am to hear her music and she was holding my hands the entire time while looking directly into my eyes. she looked so caring and loving.

i also thanked her for giving us a platform to make friends. i told her that i don’t have any friends but because of her i was able to meet my two best friends, kylee and makenna aka @justreputatixn and @this-luv

she was like “what are you talking about you have no friends??? EVERYONE LOVES YOU” and then i was like “OK BUT I DON’T HAVE REAL LIFE FRIENDS” and then she just hugged me so tightly. my mom then chimed in and told her how me, kylee and makenna met and went to see ed at the divide tour and she just smiled and said “good kids, good kids” she then told me to say hi to kylee and makenna for her and i told her she should definitely follow them on tumblr and she said she would once she stalked me. a WOMAN™

she then asked what poses i wanted to do and i asked for just a hugging picture and one with my mom. we took our picture and i asked if i could hold the grammy in the picture with my mom and she said “wouldn’t you rather hold a moonman? this is the one that got stolen” and she started laughing and my mouth literally DROPPED. so i obviously took that one while my mom took the grammy.

i then turned to her and was like “ok. you need to perform all you had to do was stay in houston because i’m still mad that you cut it off the setlist” and she started laughing and said “I ALWAYS SEE YOU BEING MAD AT ME FOR THAT” AND WE BOTH STARTED LAUGHING. THEN SHE GRABBED MY FACE AND SAID “NIKO YOU’RE SO CUTE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. WHY AREN’T WE BEST FRIENDS?” THEN I WAS LIKE “MAKE IT HAPPEN.” so, if taylor performs it in houston, y’all know who to thank.

i then hugged her again and told her that i loved her so much and it was honestly the best hug ever.

as i started getting ready to leave, i said “don’t become a stranger. i’ll see you on the internet” then she did something that i can’t mention yet because it’s *confidential* 👀

i then got in the bus and i was so very shook. i got to sit across from bree and we talked about what had just happened and we were both in shock about everything that just had happened.

i then went back to my hotel and ate mcdonald’s and fell asleep with the biggest smile on my face. ❤️🍔🍟❤️

i have never felt so special in my life and i honestly cannot thank taylor enough for inviting me to her parents house so i could listen to her album 15 days early and for being so amazing and kindhearted towards me. i will NEVER forget these memories.

long live october 25th 2017 ❣️

This teacher is history.

Kinda long, but I got rid of a backwards old man from teaching sooo….

So back in high school I was good kid. As and Bs, all AP, top twenty, the whole deal. The point is here that I am good at the school. My grandma was a college History Professor and she raised me to be a lil nerd. I was not used to bad grades, she was not used to me having bad grades as there was some extreme pressure on me to do well.

This is where HE comes in. It was Senior year. I had already rocked through all my APs thus far with 4s and 5s, all I had to do was rock out my last few and I would graduate with 36 hours under my belt and be pushed into my sophomore year of college, heck yeah, less money right? This particular teacher taught AP US history, a subject I was well versed in thanks to the gma, one I should have no problems with. I went through the first test confident in my knowledge and not having read out of the book, my first mistake. Now it wasn’t because I didn’t know my stuff, but I digress. I got that test back with a big shined red F.

Needless to say I was frazzled. I did as any student should do and write better notes, convinced it was my own cockiness that brought my downfall. Still didn’t read the text book because I had better resources at home, so I studied the appropriate material in my grandmas books. Mistake number 2. Second test comes back to me with another shiner. I didn’t understand I knew my material! Rinse and repeat until midterms right before winter vacation. My grandma was livid. Absolutely furious with me for doing so poorly in history of all things, and demanded that I request to bring my tests home to study my mistakes for my midterm. But when I asked my professor said no because he didn’t want tests circulating around. My grandma called about twenty times and finally he relented.

I brought home the tests and she sat down with me, my text book, my stack of Fs and her books to drill the knowledge into me. She looked at the first test, then the second, then the third, so on and so forth with out saying a damn word, with me sitting in my chair convinced she was about to bring forth the righteous fury. She did, but not on me. “I don’t understand, these questions are wrong? Your answers are all correct to them.” I shrugged, just as confused as she was. She cracked open my text book to see if there was any correlation and bam. There sure as hell was.

Not only was some of the info plain wrong, but it dated back to before the fricking civil rights movement. That’s right kiddos, it didn’t even mention the 14th amendment, or anything remotely “current”. Oooo boy was she PISSED. She revoked everything she had taken from me as punishment, and stacked the tests and books together, and silently got up. The very next day my grandma was at the school speaking to the principal, and on conference call with the superintendent.

Let me tell you why this text is especially bad where I’m from. I live in Texas. The school boards and stuff are VERY strict about anything to do with race because they don’t want to be seen as backwards hicks, so all those inflammatory news stories you hear? Yeah they get taken care of real quick once brought to the attention of the right people. Mr. US “History” professor was done with by then end of the year. “Retired” they say. Sure okay.

Unfortunately he stayed on teaching the way he had the rest of the year and I did poorly on the AP because he wouldn’t let me study the right stuff in class. You win some, you sorta only kind win some.

don’t forget the feet

Today I had a patient who was a little…off.
She couldn’t tell me what year it is.
She didn’t even know how to count backwards from 10.

I thought to myself, “She’s 70. Maybe there’s a history of cognitive decline?”

So while she sat and wondered about which day of the week it is, I quickly looked through her chart. But I found nothing. Nothing about memory lapses. Nothing about disorientation. Nothing about short-term memory issues. Nothing.

I preceded to do a full head-to-toe physical. When all I had left to do was the feet, I hesitated. I usually don’t skip the feet. But for this poor woman who sat there mumbling to herself and nodding off, I wondered if I should make an exception. The woman had enough trouble getting out of a chair, let alone pulling on socks and lacing her shoes. 

But I knelt down and placed my hands on her shoes. “Ma’am, is it okay if I take off your shoes and check the bloodflow in your feet?”

She nodded and returned to mumbling to herself.

After I got the laces undone and the shoes off, I carefully pulled back the socks. 

Then when I examined the soles of her feet, I found this:

Few rashes appear on the soles of the feet.
Syphilis is one of them.

Syphilis can lie dormant for decades.
Sometimes when it reappears, it can affect the eyes (occular syphilis).
Other times, it can affect the brain (neurosyphilis), leading to dementia and behavioral disturbances.

I helped the woman put on her socks, and I tied her shoelaces. Then I left the room and reported to my preceptor. Once I mentioned the sudden cognitive decline and rash on the feet, my preceptor immediately searched the patient’s records at all local hospitals for bloodwork.

Then we found it.
A positive RPR dating back a few decades, indicating that at some point the woman tested positive for syphilis. Looking through her records, she never received treatment.

We spent most of the following hour scrambling for an emergency infectious disease consult, and it did create some chaos for the remainder of our scheduled patients. But we managed, and now the poor woman is receiving treatment.

So, friendly reminder:

Don’t. Forget. The Feet.

Transference (M) – Chapter 07

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Summary: You and Hoseok struggle separately to process what has transpired between you.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 7,733

Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, mentions of alcohol, profanity.

A/N:  This chapter contains both the Reader and Hoseok’s POV and will be labeled whenever it switches. It’s a sad one, but necessary for the rest of the series. Hope you enjoy!

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

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“Will I be the lead?” || Finn Wolfhard

Request: none

Characters: Finn Wolfhard x reader, Wyatt, Josh, Jake

Tense: 3rd person

Summary: Finn is back home and has some time to spend with his friends. Talking on rooftops, skating on the streets and sleepovers in the gardens.

A/N: In terms of this storyline, Finn and Wyatt have known each other for a while and all characters became a friendship group

Finn was finally back home after filming for over a year; he hadn’t seen his friends in that space of time until now. He got into his house to find Josh sat at the dining table eating leftover pizza from the Wolfhard’s fridge. He turned and smiled, mouth full, and waved as he got up quickly. He engulfed Finn into a hug and as he did, Finn noticed Wyatt sat with Jake. The two came and joined the hug, creating a large group hug. Finn stood looking around slightly.

“(Y/N) will be round later,” Wyatt said. “She has some things to do,” Finn nodded, somewhat embarrassed that Wyatt knew exactly who he was looking for.

The guys all sat around and talked for ages, mostly about nothing in particular, just general nonsense. They were all sat outside in front of Finn’s house on the front porch: Jake and Wyatt sitting in a swing seat, whilst Finn and Josh sat on chairs opposite.

“Yeah, but hypothetically speaking, you can’t just take it out of its shell, like it would kill it,” Wyatt spoke seriously, even though the subject they were discussing was completely random. The others nodded in agreement, humming like the topic was an actual debate of some sort.

Finn stroked his chin. “Yes but if it was then covered in, let’s say, the armour then it would be protected even more and it wouldn’t die, because it would replace the shell,” Josh clicked his fingers and nodded vigorously.

“No the bones of it are attached to it, it would destroy it then bleed to death,” Wyatt elaborated. “Armour would then make it worse and it would already be dead,” he said.

“If it’s attached,” Josh said. “Then why can they retract into their shells?”

“For this particular topic,” Finn said, sounding like he was from a posh and upper class area. “I’m going to say it wouldn’t kill it because this is complete fantasy, not reality,” everyone laughed.

“Fine,” Wyatt rolled his eyes jokingly. “But it’s able to retract because it’s the limbs of it, it has space in its shell to just go into itself.”

They were still sat on the front porch, when they noticed (Y/N) skate over. She stopped, picked up her board and then made her way up to the guys. Finn’s face instantly lit up, the two ran to each other, instantly hugging. The other guys shared glances with one another and then with Finn’s brother who was stood inside the house, but was definitely watching.  

“You got taller,” she laughed as she now had to look up at him slightly. “I’m pissed,” he shrugged, laughing along with her. He couldn’t help but think why she had her beanie covering the entirety of her head, showing no hair apart from one tiny strand which he could’ve sworn was an odd colour.

“I haven’t skated in a while,” he said, referring to her board. “Do you mind if we do?” he asked, everyone else was up for it.

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“Your balance is better than it was,” she laughed. “You’re actually good now,” he looked at her and smiled.

“Learnt from the master,” he pointed in front of him towards Josh. “Which would be him,” She flicked Finn’s forehead and he pretended to be injured.

“Such a baby,” she rolled her eyes and skated away from him, causing him to get back on his board and follow her jokingly. He had one arm out in front and the other on his chest.

“Breaking my heart,” he said which made everyone laugh. They all started to skate towards (Y/N)’s house, which was where Finn’s parents now were.

Finn’s parents were close with (Y/N)’s, which was why Finn and her were as close as they were. They all stumbled into the house, heading straight for her room. Josh threw himself on her bed, Jake following suit, Wyatt took a beanbag chair whilst Finn took her desk chair. She sat on the floor, like she usually would whenever they were altogether as a group.

“The sunset is so nice,” (Y/N) said, looking out at the sky through the window. Everyone hummed in agreement.

“Remember when Wyatt almost fell off the roof?” Jake spoke up, barely able to get his words out through laughter. “Cracked me up so much.”

“Those times we’d sit on the roof and just make fake answers to actual questions,” She said, also barely audible through laughter. “I miss those times.”

“Let’s do it now, then,” Finn suggested, spinning around on the chair. Nobody had taken notice that he’d been doing it as soon as he sat down, more than likely the 10th time he’d spun around. “Why reminisce about doing it when we could just do it now?” He stood up, stumbling slightly with dizziness. He held out his arms and stayed still, “I’m all good.”

She opened the windows and one by one, they all crawled out the window to sit on the roof. All were laughing, talking about anything that came to mind, yet again nonsense. Finn’s eyes kept diverting to her unintentionally, which Josh had picked up on.

“Okay, okay,” she laughed. “But I know what I know,” she shook her head, stomach aching from laughing.

“Which is nothing?” Josh asked, causing her to reach over Finn and hit his leg. “You kneeded permission to do that,” you looked at him emotionless, whilst Finn sat laughing. Finn was finding anything and everything funny that night on the rooftop.

“I’ve done legitimate research,” Jake said, speaking with a serious tone. “There are a couple of things you don’t understand- also the world is flat,” he interrupted himself with his statement. Josh squealed a trailed ‘what?’ as Finn just stared from Jake to her and then back to Jake.

“And the moon landing was fake,” Wyatt pointed out. She raised her eyebrows in amusement.

Josh piped up, “Dude, I’m just glad that people are, like, being straight up with me for once, because I’ve never heard any of this shit,” everyone laughed.She patted his back in a joking comfort. 

“I’m gonna go get a drink, anyone want anything?” She said, everybody shook their head, carrying on with their discussion, as she climbed back into the house through the window, heading downstairs. She went to the fridge and pulled out a Coke can. She took off her beanie, the hat that had been covering the entirety of her hair, and she placed the hat neatly on the dining table. She made her way back upstairs and as she walked into the room, Josh turned round from the roof. Widened eyes, he turned back round to the others. She climbed through and joined them in the place where she was originally sat.

“Oh, wow, you’re hair, it matches the sky,” Finn smiles, chuckling at his own statement, speaking softly. The sky at that very moment was a pink colour, something that happened at sunset. “I like it, it suits you.” All she could do is smile back, stroking her hair in flattery. Finn then kept making eye contact with each of the other guys, almost questioning if they knew she’d dyed her hair whilst he was away. It wasn’t a big deal to him but it had surprised him.

The group had eventually come down from the roof and were now in her back garden, putting up a tent. Finn and (Y/N) were planning to camp out in her garden for the night, after much begging to their parents. The guys had offered to help, knowing full well that the two of them putting it up together would take them until morning.

“No you need to give me that pole,” Wyatt shouted over to Josh who was stood opposite. “No, the other one,” Josh kept purposely picking up the wrong one, just to frustrate him. “Yes, thank you,” he caught the pole and attached it.

“It’s feeding time,” Jake said eagerly, referring to the part of pushing the poles through the material, which would keep the tent up and in place.

“I’ve already eaten,” Josh said seriously, everyone stopping and turning to him, hoping to see some evident look on his face that he was joking. They all found nothing. “I’m joking,” he reassured everyone.

Soon enough, the tent was up and secure. They’d all helped with sorting out the inside as well. The other guys had left after giving their goodbyes to the two friends and their families, who were sat inside. Finn and (Y/N) went inside to grab food, and then came back out to go into the tent.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” she said, breaking the silence. “About a year, you look good, though.”

“So do you,” the two laughed at their conversation. “We sound like 35 year olds,” she nodded as she laughed.

“Yeah who lost touch after a break up and just reunited.”

“Oddly specific, but pretty movie-like,” Finn took a bite out of the chocolate bar in his hand.

“I love movies,” she said. “I wanna make some one day.”

“Will I be the lead?” he asked, sounding hopeful.

“Obviously, no one else would even need to audition, it’d be yours automatically,” she furrowed her eyebrows in a pretend ‘duh’ tone.

“What kind of film would it be?” He loved hearing her ideas for films or shows, he always admired her creativity which is why he was so interested in watching other directors do their jobs. It wasn’t always for his benefit, but for hers.

“I’m thinking an indie road trip,” She said, putting her arms out in front of her, acting as if there were a screen there as she paced out the words. “Pastel colouring, emotive music-“ She listed, tapping her fingers as she counted.

“Maybe some love?” he wiggled his eyebrows causing her to laugh.

She shook her head. “All platonic.”

“I love you,” Finn laughed. She smiled. “Always have this thing about you, you have such a creative mind, and I love it. This is why we’re friends,” He kept a constant eye contact, almost wanting her to believe he was telling the truth. “Talking about creativity, why’d you dye your hair?”

“I’ve always wanted to,” she explained, becoming self-aware. “I don’t really know, rebellious, I guess,” she shrugged. “I missed you,” she changed the subject.

“I missed you too,” his smile faded to him biting the inside of his lip. “But all you have to do is watch me in shit and you’ll be okay,” he tried making her feel better.

“I literally cried at stranger things two, dude,” she laughed, almost immediately regretting saying it, but her mouth was speaking before her mind could process the words needed. “It just reminded me of you coming back, you know? Emphasises how much you miss someone. This place isn’t the same without you.”

“Really?” he asked, surprised. He had thought that she would’ve been off doing things with new people or having more fun lately. “How so?” He was intrigued.

“People are so boring, they never want to do things like what we do. They don’t get me the way that you do, nobody has ever gotten me like you do.” Finn smiled.

“You’re a pretty hard person to understand,” he joked. “That’s why we get along so well.”

“How long are you here for?” she asked, lying on top of her sleeping bag. Finn copied, lying on his in the opposite direction. The two were top and tailing, Finn occasionally putting his foot on her face which caused her to tickle the underneath to get him to move it.

“I’ve got some interviews,” he explained, staring at the top of the tent. “So maybe two days?” he could hear her sigh. He instantly changed the subject as he noticed the raindrops on the tent material. “I remember you tried to convince everyone in our class that raindrops were God’s tears,” They both laughed. He sat up, eyes fixated on the droplet, and flicked the tent which caused the raindrop to fall.

“You’re so interested in the strangest of things,” she said before she was quickly eager to flick an oddly shaped droplet. The two spent the next few minutes focused on the raindrops, neither speaking but only giggling at their actions.

They both then sat back down, facing each other. “We’re such kids,” she shook her head, laughing to herself.

“Who says that’s a bad thing?” Finn questioned rhetorically. “I mean, it’s not like we’re 20 year olds, we’re kids. Can’t grow up too fast,” she was in awe of his mind-set. A part of her couldn’t wait to grow up and be independent, but being around Finn always influenced her to stay grounded. “So have you met anyone?” he jokingly asked, but was also somewhat serious.

“You know me, Finn,” she shrugged, speaking with a posh accent, “I don’t meet people. What about you?”

“Oh no no,” he copied her with the posh accent, “I try to stay focused on my career and my school career,” he chuckled, an arrogant and posh tone. “I don’t see the point because I have my time to find someone, I am just a kid so,” she tried not to laugh.

“Why, that’s because you feel whole, Sir,” she said, again a seriousness hidden within the words.

“I feel whole?” he asked, still keeping the joke going. She nodded.

“Yes, like you have something to fill up the gaping hole of emptiness,” Both stopped laughing and Finn had now caught on that she was being serious.

“And you have this gaping hole?” He asked her, concern evident in his voice and no accent this time, feeling slightly sad that his friend was feeling this way.

She didn’t speak for a few seconds, her mind functioning to find the right thing to say. “Sometimes,” she shrugged. “I mean, I have my insecurities and times where I feel like I need someone to make me feel real, which is crazy because I’m not even that old,” she laughed slightly, humourless but filled with embarrassment. Hearing herself say it she thought it sounded stupid.

“Well, you’re amazing and you don’t need anyone for you to know that,” he smiled, attempting to give comfort and reassurance. “Apart from me of course,” she smiled back this time. “And if you’re gonna be with anyone it’s obviously going to be with me,” he said, not really thinking.

“Finn don’t,” she said quietly.

“What?” he asked, worried.

“Just,” she sighed, “Don’t.”

“Did I say something wrong?” she shook her head. “I did, didn’t I?” She shook her head again. “You’ve gone all quiet, I obviously have,” he became frustrated both at her lack of talking and at himself for not knowing what he’d done.

“Now we really do sound like 35 year old exes,” she muttered, causing Finn to laugh. “I’m sorry, I just had a bit of a moment,” she shook herself and Finn copied, almost mimicking her in a comforting way.

“It’s okay,” he said, giving a slight side smile. “I understand.”

Finn and (Y/N)’s mums had come out to check on the two when they overheard parts of their conversations, they decided to walk back in, sharing a hand to the chest and mouthing the word ‘aww’. They were in the kitchen, (Y/N)’s mum making some tea whilst Finn’s sat at the kitchen counter.

“It’s nice to see them together again,” Finn’s mum spoke up. “He was talking non-stop about her and how he wanted time with everyone,” (Y/N)’s mum rested against the counter by the kettle opposite.

“I couldn’t agree more,” she smiled. “She’s been down lately,” she explained, sighing slightly. “School is becoming some sort of chore, she’s really not enjoying herself here at all. I don’t know how to help, it’s really difficult.”

Finn’s mum was always close to (Y/N)’s and with any situation, she was eager to help out. She was always there for advice and to take over if it ever got too much. She walked round and hugged her. “You know you can always talk to me.”

                                                         ***

“Yeah but if the chicken was to run away, then what would you do?” She asked Finn, raising her eyebrows as she threw the small bouncy ball towards him. He caught it, threw it between his hands a couple of times as he thought. He looked upwards, something he did when he was concentrating and was deep in thought. He stopped, looked to her and pointed with the ball still in hand.

“Um, I,” He stopped, shaking his head and retreating from what he was about to say. He copied his actions as before: looking up and throwing the ball between his hands. He sighed. “You make this too difficult, (Y/N).” they both laughed. Finn threw the ball back to her, she caught it after 4 tries of catching as she unintentionally bounced it to try and keep it in her hand. Finn began to laugh hysterically, falling on his back and clapping. She threw the ball at him.

“Shut up,” she whined. “Stop laughing at me,” he started to roll around, still laughing and unable to stop. He then sat up, holding his stomach and gradually stopping from laughing.

“You make me laugh so much,” he said, smiling and holding the ball.

“What by me embarrassing myself?” She pretended to be offended. “That’s just hurtful.”

“No,” he said plainly. He was running over the right words in his head. “Just- Just you being you,” he put the ball down. She picked up a packet of twizzlers, pulled one out and began to eat it. “You’re the best person I’ve ever met and will ever meet, no doubt about it. I talk about you all the time, man,” She choked on the sweet, coughing then swallowing it again.

“Oh Jesus,” she said, hand on chest. “Sorry,” he waved her off then started to pat her back to make sure she was okay. “I just thought that you kinda forgot about me- well not forgot but like just didn’t really think about me.”

He widened his eyes and shook his head vigorously. He moved back to where he was sat, opposite you. He had his legs up, his hands intertwined with each other and rested them around his knees. “You’re always on my mind,” he laughed. “So much it’s come naturally to just think about you and for everyone on sets to groan if I even start to say your name,” She smiled, biting the inside of her mouth.

“That means a lot,” she said. “I think about you too.”

“Good otherwise this would be awkward,” he laughed, the two hugged. It was a much more sentimental hug, the type where you knew that you wouldn’t see someone for a while so you wanted to get the most feeling from it. It was quite a long hug, almost as if the two hadn’t realised they were still hugging and as if time itself was going slowly.

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||Strip Club|| The Pack Imagine

{Requested: No}

I wrote this while listening to a song called, “ I Luv This Shit” by August Alsina so if you’d like, you can listen to that while reading this.


(Reader’s P.O.V)

“(Y/N) this is the fifth pack meeting you miss.“Scott muttered, clearly upset.
“I know Scott, things just haven’t been easy lately."I said into my phone.
”(Y/N), if you need us or our help just tell us and we’ll be on our way-“
"No! I mean, no, I can take care of it. Sorry for missing the pack meeting again Scott, I’m truly sorry."I apologized as I parked my car in an almost full parking lot.
"It’s fine, hope things go better (Y/N)."Scott mumbled before hanging up.
I sighed before shoving my phone into my purse. I hopped out of my car and raced into back of the building where all the employees entered. I was greeted by a lot of kind smiles and waves. I immediately made a beeline for my dressing room and sat on my chair. Looking at the lit up mirror in front of me I sighed. Since my makeup had already been done, I only had to put a wig on and a red masquerade mask. I stripped myself off my comfortable clothes and put my red strapped bra that looked almost like a harness for my boobs. I then put on my red strapped thong before putting on my black sheer robe.
"Sorry Scott."I muttered as I put my red fishnet stockings and red high heels.
I really wished I could be with the pack instead of here.
(Liam’s P.O.V)
"I for one think we should leave her alone, I trust (Y/N)."Lydia spoke up.
"Lydia everyone trusted Theo and he tried to tear the pack apart-”
“I’m right here Stiles."Theo reminded him.
"I can see that Theo, I’m not blind."Stiles answered, rolling his eyes.
"You didn’t trust Theo but you do trust (Y/N)."Malia reminded him.
"Okay but I trust her but I don’t believe that she’s dealing with something that makes her miss like five pack meetings."Stiles explained.
"Well I believe (Y/N), she’s never given me a reason not to."I spoke up.
"Of course you do Liam, you have a crush on her-”
“So does Theo-”
“Do not."Theo growled, glaring at me.
"So does Scott."I blurted out.
"Liam do you just assume everyone has a crush on her because you do?"Scott asked me.
"You said she was gorgeous-”
“Okay she’s extremely good looking but that doesn’t mean I like her-”
“Scott of course you like her, everyone in this room does. I bet Malia even likes her!"Stiles yelled.
"Yeah I like (Y/N), she’s cool."Malia shrugged.
"I don’t think she likes her the way we do-”
“You mean you do."Theo argued.
"Okay guys can we stop arguing over this? We get it, (Y/N)’s hot but is she telling us the truth?"Stiles said.
"I say we find out where she is when she’s not at our pack meetings."Stiles suggested.
"I think it’s a good plan."Malia mumbled.
"Guys, (Y/N) said she could handle it."Lydia objected.
I pulled out my phone and went on Snapchat, surely I could find her with the new snap map feature.
"I’m down, this pack meeting is boring."Theo spoke up.
"Who invited you again?"Stiles asked, making Theo shoot him a glare.
"She’s at a strip club."I blurted out loud.
"What, how do you know?"Stiles asked.
"Snapchat, the new snap map feature shows that she’s at a strip club."I answered.
"She said she was dealing with something?"Scott muttered, confused.
"Obviously she’s dealing with some hormonal issues, she’s probably at the male strip club-”
“Actually it’s a stripper with female performers."I said, watching the snapchats from people at the strip club.
"To the jeep!"Stiles yelled.
We all groaned before entering Stiles jeep, everyone but Lydia. She insisted on leaving (Y/N) alone because she believed (Y/N) a good reason to be at a strip club. Stiles scoffed and told her that she was blinded by love for her friend. Stiles raced to the strip club and I wasn’t even sure if it was because he wanted to prove himself right or see strippers. We parked near the strip club and walked over to the front entrance.
"I.D please."The two security guards said as we tried entering.
"Oh yeah… dammit I think I might have left mine in my jacket at home."Stiles muttered, patting his pants.
"Huh, nice try kid-”
“Oh for gods sake."Malia muttered before her and Theo quickly knocked out the bodyguards.
"Now lets go in."Malia said as she walked in.
We all followed after her, the building was full of intoxicated men. The music was blasting through the huge stereo system while the dimly lit stage was empty.
"Now to find (Y/N)!"Stiles yelled over the blaring music.
"Malia, you go to-Malia?"Stiles asked as we realized she had disappeared into the crowd.
We all looked around until we spotted her at the bar where she was already drinking.
"Lia, I thought we went over this! We can’t get drunk!"Scott yelled as he pushed past the crowd to get to Malia.
"Okay since they’re gone, we’ll-Theo?"Stiles asked as Theo looked at one stripper who was walking in his direction.
"No, no, no. We’re here to find (Y/N), not get distracted."Stiles spat, pulling Theo closer to us.
"Even if the girls here are gorgeous…"Stiles whispered, gazing at another stripper who passed by.
"Stiles!"I yelled, snapping him out of his trance.
"Remember (Y/N), you know the only reason why we’re here?"I asked.
"Right, (Y/N)."Stiles mumbled.
Suddenly the lights on the stage started to shine brightly as they moved to the center of the stage. A girl with a black sheer robe, red stockings, red high heels, and a red masquerade mask walked out. She seductively removed her robe which made everyone in the room whistle at her. The girl swayed her hips to the beat of the music so perfectly I felt myself harden. No Liam, you can’t get hard over a random girl. I looked at Stiles and Theo who were watching her hungrily. She made her way to the pole and started grinding on the pole. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a guy in the back corner jacking off in the dark. I gagged at the guy before looking back at the girl. She climbed up the pole and wrapped her legs around the top of the pole as soon as she got there. She let go of the pole with her hands and let her head and body hang. The guys in the front row were throwing a bunch of money when suddenly I spotted Malia sneakingly grabbing the bills as Scott stared up at the girl on stage. Malia grinned as the girl slid slowly down the pole, making her throw a few of the bills at the girl. Malia was also enjoying the show. The girl arched her back against the pole before sliding down on it again. She grabbed the pole with one hand as she took a step in the other direction before she began to spin on the pole. I looked over to see Stiles already throwing dollar bills at the girl.
"So much for finding (Y/N).’‘I muttered.
I turned to find Theo but instead found him near Stiles also throwing dollar bills, most likely being Stiles money. The girl’s mouth fell open as she looked at Stiles and Theo. She seemed tense for a few seconds as she looked through the crowd, she found Scott and Malia and finally her eyes landed on me. She seemed to be extremely tense now. I gave her a thumbs up, hoping it would make her less tense. I didn’t know why she was tense in the first place but I didn’t mind. She smiled at me before continuing to dance. She started twerking in front of Scott, making Scott and Malia throw bills at her. Malia was screaming with delight, clearly enjoying herself. She looked over at Stiles who seemed upset since he had thrown all his money, not thinking clearly. She smirked before walking over to him. She held out her hand to him, making Stiles’ eyes widen. She pulled him up and dragged him to a chair that had a rope dangling above the chair. She spread Stiles legs apart and sat down on him, grinding onto him as she grabbed his hands and placed them on her ass. Stiles face was filled with pure bliss. The crowd was crazy now. The girl proceeded to give him a lap dance which made a huge bulge appear in Stiles pants. I looked down at mine and instantly covered it. As soon as she finished with Stiles lap dance, she pulled on the rope which dropped water onto them. She grabbed his face and gave him a rough kiss as Stiles squeezed her ass. She guided Stiles back to the crowd before she proceeded to dance seductively. She dropped to her knees and flipped her hair side to side before leaning back, giving the crowd a breathtaking view of her red thong. She leaned back up and slid to over so we could now she her side. She proceeded to grind on the floor before letting her hands roam her body. She stopped after a few seconds and reached behind her back. Suddenly her bra was loose, everyone screamed and whistled, making her smirk. She stood back up, slowly starting to take it off when the lights shut off out of nowhere.
"Give it up for Rose!"I heard someone yell.
A roar of clapping and whistling made me cover my sensitive ears. Out of the corner of my eyes I see Rose walk through the crowd when suddenly Theo called her over. I never noticed when Theo had decided to the coach right next to me. Rose smiled and walked over to him.
"How much for a lap dance?"He asked as he grabbed his wallet.
"20 dollars handsome."She answered, running her hands down his biceps.
Theo grinned up at her, handing her a 20 dollar bill. She winked at him before taking the money from him and stuffing it in her bra. She straddled his lap and began grinding on him. She leaned towards him, his face in her breast as she softly bit his ear. She began to leave a trail of soft wet kisses on his neck all the way down to his chest. Theo let a moan leave his lips as she grinded rougher into him. Theo was surprised when she pressed her lips against his, but he quickly kissed back. I could see their tongues going into each other’s mouths.
"I don’t think this is a lap dance kitten."Theo whispered as they pulled apart.
"Well sorry I couldn’t help myself, you’re insanely good looking."She whispered, making Theo smirk.
"So you want the lap dance instead of this?"She asked.
"No, no, I think I like this better."Theo answered, his hands finding her ass.
She grinned down at him before she continued. I swear I was throbbing now.
"Any sign of (Y/N)?"Stiles asked as he walked over to me.
"No not yet- Jesus Stiles cover your bulge."I muttered.
"Why don’t you cover yours!"Stiles yelled, making me cover mine.
Stiles and I looked around but couldn’t seem to find her. After what seemed like an eternity, we went back tot he pack. We found Rose sitting on Scott’s lap as Scott kissed her neck.
"I thought strippers weren’t allowed to be touched?"Scott asked Rose.
"We only let a few people if we want them to touch us."She answered.
Scott smirked before his hand found cupped one of her boobs. They started to make out roughly which made me feel slightly jealous.
"Liam you have to get a lap dance, she gave me and Scott one and it was amazing!"Malia yelled, grinning widely.
"Uh I didn’t bring money-”
“Here!"Malia said, shoving a 20 dollar bill in my face.
"I’ve got a lot of money now, people kept throwing it at the stage so I figured I’d keep it if they didn’t want it."Malia explained.
I shook my head, laughing at her. I watched as Rose pulled away from Scott, both breathing heavily.
"God you’re so hot."Scott growled.
"Uh Rose,could I um…. could I-”
“Rose give this boy the ride of his life!"Malia yelled as she pulled her off of Scott and sat her onto of me.
"Well aren’t you a snack."She whispered as she admired me.
"Your voice sounds so familiar."I said, making her eyes widen.
"I get that a lot."She muttered.
She ran her hands down my chest and started to leave a hickey on my neck. I tensed up, hoping she wouldn’t realize how quickly my neck would heal. She grabbed my hands and made me squeeze her ass.
"What do you want baby?"She asked.
I was about to answer but instead I smashed my lips against hers. She started to grind on me as she kissed back. I moaned into the steamy kiss.
"God Liam…"She whispered when we pulled apart.
The way my name left her red rosy lips, my eyes widened. I quickly removed her masquerade mask off.
”(Y/N)?“I asked in disbelief.
"Hi Liam…"She mumbled, grinning shyly.
Scott, Stiles, Malia, and Theo’s jaws dropped.
”(Y/N)?“They asked.
"Hi guys…"She whispered, turning to face them.
I wrapped my arms around her which made her heartbeat slow down.
"That’s why we couldn’t find you!"Stiles yelled.
"You tried finding me?”(Y/N) asked.
“Stiles wanted to prove he was right that you might be lying to us which I think he might be right about."Theo answered, staring at (Y/N) with lust filled eyes.
I looked at everyone and noticed their eyes were filled with lust too.
"I didn’t think you were dealing with something so bad that it would make you miss pack meetings-”
“Actually my parents got fired and can’t seem to find any jobs right now. I got this job so I can help them pay bills and rent."She spoke up.
"So you were wrong Stiles."I said, making Stiles glare at me.
"That’s why I’ve been spending almost every night here.”(Y/N) stated.
“Also Liam, move your phone-”(Y/N) started to say but stopped as she realized I had my phone in my hands.
“Oh."She whispered.
"When’s your shift over?’'Scott asked.
"Uh 11:30-”
“It’s 12:32."I said.
"Well I’m off now."She shrugged.
"Well there’s still a pack meeting you need to come to."Stiles spoke up.
"I guess we better get going.”(Y/N) said getting up from my lap.
After a few minutes, (Y/N) walked back to us. She was now in clothes most girls would use to run.
“Alright let’s go.”
(Y/N)’s P.O.V)
“Wow my mom’s still not home."Scott muttered as we walked into his house.
Our eyes landed on Lydia who was watching a movie.
"Oh hey (Y/N)."She greeted, smiling.
I greeted her back and threw myself at the couch. Liam and Theo raced to the couch, both sitting next to me.
"So did you figure out why she was not at our pack meetings?"Lydia asked.
"Oh yeah, yeah, she’s dealing with money issues."Stiles mumbled, trying not to give my secret away.
”(Y/N)’s a stripper.“Malia blurted out, plopping down next to Lydia.
Lydia’s eyes widened as she turned to me.
"Are you the strippers who sleep with clients?"Lydia asked.
"No, I’m a stripper not a prostitute-”
“Then why do you have hickeys on your neck?"She asked.
We all turned to look at Scott who looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"Hey mom!"Scott yelled nervously as the door opened.
"Hey- Jesus Christ (Y/N) what the hell happened to your neck?"Melissa asked, bewildered.
"Uhhh-”
“(Y/N)’s a stripper!"Malia yelled, munching on popcorn.
"Oh and Scott was so close to having sex with her but she’s a stripper so she can’t-”
“Lia!"Scott shrieked, covering her mouth.
"You know what, I had a long day at work and I really don’t want to deal with whatever is going on right now so just please keep it down."Melissa muttered as walked past us.
We all looked at each other awkwardly before Malia had enough of the silence.
”(Y/N)’s a stripper named Rose!“Malia yelled, happily.
"Malia!"We all yelled at her.
"I said keep it down!"Melissa screamed.
"Malia that’s something you can’t tell the whole world about-”
“What’s wrong with being a stripper?"Malia asked.
"Nothing it’s just-”
“Malia just be quiet so we don’t make Melissa kick us out."Lydia snapped.
Suddenly the tv started blaring a loud screeching noise.
"That’s it!"Melissa screamed.
Scott jumped of his feet and yelled for us to run.
"Why?"Liam asked as I held onto him.
"That’s why!"Scot yelled as he pointed at Melissa.
Melissa appeared at the bottom of the stairs with a steel metal bat.
"Save the stripper!"Malia yelled as she picked me up and ran with me outside.- Thank you for taking time out of your day to read this, I hope you enjoyed it! Have a wonderful day/night!

We’re Just Friends

Originally posted by adrypopescu

Thanks so much to darellybieber for requesting this. I loved writing it! Remember to send me requests, comments, concerns, or even a little bit about you. I’d love to get to know all of you! Thanks for the love and support as always! xx - L

Harry invites Y/N to come on vacation with him and his family, and true feelings are revealed.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,784

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Breaking the Rules - part 2

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:2,205

Warnings: The usual + Angst

A/N: I’m spamming you guys with fics lol sorry. Also please, don’t let this series flop, I beg you! Alright, I’ll stop whining now. Enjoy :)

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by lowkeysebastianstan

You woke up from your nap and stretched your arms over your head since there was no one sitting next to you. The book Bucky asked ordered you to read was on the empty seat next to yours. With a heavy sigh, you picked it up, threw it in your travel bag and left.

Bucky was waiting for you on the platform, his foot tapping impatiently. The next couple of days were going to be the longest of your life.

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Memories Pennywise x Reader

Requester: Anonymous

Prompt: A Pennywise imagine where he saves you from Henry Bowers and after he does you think he’s going to eat you but he tells you he won’t because he’s been protecting you ever since you were little. Basically he explains it to her like a story and at the end the reader trusts him and he tells her that he will always have her back and protect her. Please just make it fluffy and cute thank you!

Warning: Bullying, death, and Henry Bower’s potty mouth

Note: Got nothing. Enjoy! XD!

Originally posted by thelongforgottenglamorousdays

Originally posted by janellalove

Originally posted by jonroru

You were once again running for you life as Bower’s and his gang chased after you. They constantly did this at a daily basis, chasing you like predator to prey.

“Run little bunny! Run!” Henry chanted.

They called you a bunny or a rabbit because you were just as fast as one and just as vulnerable as one. You were gasping for breath as you ran cursing high school for making you have to carry around so many binders and textbooks.

You eventually stepped wrong and cried out in pain feeling something snap inside your ankle as you tumbled. You whimpered from both fear and pain in the dirt as they surrounded you like a pack of hungry wolves.

“Get up little bunny.” Henry said nudging you roughly with his foot.

They laughed and chuckled as you didn’t move and only made weak noises.

“Get up little bunny. We ain’t done with you yet.” The main bully spat.

When you made no attempt to move Patrick grabbed you by your backpack and yanked you up. You had to lean on your other leg since your right ankle was a bruised color.

Henry grabbed your chin squeezing your cheeks together as he seemed to examine you like a farmer to livestock. He moved his hand to your mouth and you bit down as hard as you could on the webbing between his thumb and pointer finger.

As a result, Henry cried out in pain and had to land three blows to your head before you finally let go. He cursed nursing his hand for a few seconds before turning back towards you and punching you right in the face.

You fell to the ground and they all laughed at you.

“Stop laughing at me!” You finally spoke, able to push yourself up but you had to lean on your arm.

“Oh so the bunny speaks after all. What was that you said lil’ bunny?” Henry asked getting in your face.

“I said go fuck yourself you mullet headed fucktard.”

He growled and pushed you onto the ground squeezing your throat tightly. You choked and grabbed onto his muscular arms digging your nails into them which only resulted in him squeezing tighter.

“Henry don’t kill her!” Belch warned.

“Shut up!” Henry shouted before turning back toward you.

“You listen to me now punk. If you even think of calling me that nickname again I swear to god-”

“Uh…Henry…” Victor said.

The boy looked up and saw a clown was heading their way with a bunch of red balloons in his hand. Henry got off of you just as you were turning blue and you coughed and gasped for air desperately as he stood up.

“What do you want clown?” Henry spat.

“Care for a balloon?” The clown asked gesturing towards his handful of red balloons.

“Go fuck yourself creep.”

The clowns smile turned into a frown and you watched petrified as his eyes turned gold and he started laughing hysterically. Henry took a couple steps back as the clown continued to laugh until his eyes fell out and he seemed to be morphing into something.

A wolfs muzzle grew out of his mouth as his clothes and skin ripped apart till all there was left was a giant wolf. You wanted to scream but your throat was closed too tightly and your lung lacked the oxygen needed.

You were instead hyperventilating heavily unable to move. When he barked at them Bower’s and his gang scrambled away screaming like girls and tripping on the ground. The werewolf growled and you shuddered, tears of absolute fear prickling at your wide eyes.

The once-clown stepped towards you and you scrambled to get up desperate to run. You only got so far before a hand—surprisingly not furry, grabbed your wrist. You turned around to see it was the clown again but his eyes were a soft blue.

Still you were terrified from his earlier show of transforming into a werewolf and screamed and fought punching, yanking, scratching, pulling on his hand, but that clown was inhumanly strong.

“Help me!” You cried out, “Someone help me please!”

Eventually he pulled you so your back was to his chest with his elongated arms around your waist. You shrieked at the top of your lungs and continuously struggled in vain which only made you out of breath.

You shuddered as he pulled his head down to your neck to nuzzle and sniff the jugular vein there. You sobbed knowing this was probably the end of the line for you; you were going to end up as one of those kids on missing posters.

He was going to kill you and then eat you like the rest of the kids he has kidnapped.
You could imagine your grave right now.

(Name)

(Last Name)

Born: 1942

Died: 1958

Due to unknown circumstances

You could hear him heavily sniff your neck like he was smelling the fear radiating off your body as a putrid odor.

“Why so scared kiddo?” He asked.

You shuddered at his squeaky voice, goosebumps rising across your skin from just his voice alone.

“Don’t be scared kiddo, I’m not gonna eat you.” The clown promised.

“I already know your promises are empty. You are going to eat me like the rest of the kids.” You sobbed.

“If I was going to eat you I would’ve done it a long time ago.” He snickered.

“That because you just caught me now.”

“No. Believe it or not kiddo I actually have been watching you well you were still developing in your mother’s body…. Actually, I’ve been watching your entire family’s generation since the 1800’s.”

“Huh?”

Pennywise grinned as he began to explain, “I had fallen in love with a human mortal, your very great grandmother. I loved her until the very last day of her existence. That day though, I made a promise to her.”

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Hook, Line, & Sinker

  Pairing: Finn Balor (Fergal Devitt) x Reader

A/N: If there is any band that reminds me the most of Finn Balor, it is Royal Blood. If you haven’t listened to them, go and do it, they’re ! This imagine is based on one of their songs, “Hook, Line, & Sinker”. 

Summary: Finn had multiple reasons for wanting to turn heel and redesign the Bullet Club, he was the founder, he could do whatever he pleased with it. Though, the heaviest influence comes from the fact that Finn knows all too well that Y/N’s a sucker for the bad boys and he’s itching for her attention. 

Warnings: Sexual Content (I didn’t intend for the smut, but there’s def smut), Language, also warning, this is VERY long.  

Word Count: 10,517 (I could not stop writing). 

She’s got the devil on one shoulder, and the other’s getting colder…  Then she drags me by one finger, to her lips, Hook, line & sinker… 

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A Demon does not crawl from the depths of hell to dance for man’s entertainment; a Demon does what they want, when they want, with whomever they want. 

To have this man whose greatest accomplishments were only achieved when calling upon a demon within him, as a face for the company, just seemed a bit foolish - and Finn was tired of looking like a fool. 

It seemed like ever since his return, all that he had been set up for was failure. Every match he agreed to be a part of was only ruined and manipulated to please the more villainous superstars of the WWE. 

While Finn was patted on the head like a child for being the good, cooperative, and hard-working employee he was, there were those like Joe and Bray who were being handed title opportunity after title opportunity for doing nothing but cheating their way to the top. 

Finn was absolutely tired of it. If he had stayed in NJPW, there was no doubt in his mind that he’d still be strutting around that country with the rest of the world on his back. When he was a heel - when he was with the Bullet Club - he was an absolute monster. 

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Absolutely And Completely

So I’ve just been having major Dad!Harry feels lately and came up with this little fluff piece.

Literally nobody asked for this

Warnings: Sickeningly cute Dad!Harry fluff

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The Temptation of Voices

Originally posted by xopsychogirlxo

A/N: Bucky Voices Soulmate au.

Everybody was born with a soulmate. It was part of everyday life. There were shows dedicated to the meetings and ensuing romance and passion between soulmates but not every part of the situation was good. Once your soulmate was gone you didn’t get another one and living alone outcast you from society. Everyone lived in fear of the day the voice in their head would disappear forever.

You lived in fear of losing your soulmate. Watching your mother deteriorate into a barely surviving shell after your father was killed in a car crash left a streak of fear that chased off any loneliness. You dreaded the day you would meet the voice in your head because you knew once you fell you’d never manage to crawl back up.

Over the years you’d perfected tuning him out and lived a life like that of your best friend Minnie. She’d lost her soulmate at the tender age of eleven and had just gotten along with her life. Your voice was usually silent anyway, well it had been for over two decades until around six months ago when you’d started hearing a low gravelly voice commenting on your everyday life. It was unsettling to say the least, especially because it was so sweet. The temptation just solidified your resolve to avoid him at all costs. Losing him would kill you.

You were locking up the coffee shop you owned after a busy day. It was just down the street from the former Stark Tower and got a lot of tourist business. All those strange people who liked to sit outside and watch the doors hoping to catch a glimpse of one of the avengers. Personally you’d never seen the appeal but that may just be because in the battle of New York your cute little shop had been blown to pieces. You were allowed to have your bias though especially when you’d actually met Tony Stark once and the experience was less than pleasant.

He’d come into your shop a few months before he went missing and ordered everything on the menu just to spite his friend. When you and your girls had finally finished running around and getting all of his drinks set out on the counter he’d just smirked and raised a brow at his friend before throwing a wad of cash on the counter and strolling out empty handed. It wasn’t the arrogance that pissed you off, it was the disrespect towards you and your staff that made you swear you’d never serve him again. Apparently he’d changed but you were sceptical. A douche of that proportion would never change.

You set off walking to your apartment glancing around instinctively. It was still early evening but it was too quiet. Goosebumps raised along your arms and the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Crossing your arms, you began to walk faster. Something didn’t feel right.

What’s wrong? His deep voice sent shivers down your spine. You crossed your arms and marched on ahead determined to dismiss him and the silly notion that something was wrong.Look I’m sorry for whatever I did but I can feel your fear. If you’re in danger please just tell me. I can help. You snorted to yourself in derision. Who did he think he was? You didn’t need some knight in shining armor to save you from the chilly evenings of Manhattan. It’s a dangerous city doll. That didn’t change. You just carried on forward, at least until you saw someone move out of the corner of your eye. You grabbed the compact from your coat pocket pretending to check your makeup whilst looking behind you. A few men were stood talking together. Looking at you every now and then. This could not be happening. This sort of thing only happened to idiots who went out alone at night. You sighed with a scowl.

Shit. What? I think I’m being followed. Fuck. Where are you? You weighed the risks for a second then thought: I’m not telling you that, who the hell do you think you are? This is not the time for misplaced pride Y/N, please just tell me where you are.

Sweat gathered at your temples as you flitted between your choices. Put yourself at the risk of getting half of your soul torn away or see what what would happen if the creeps behind you caught up. It won’t be anything pleasant doll and I’ll have to hear it all through here. I can’t bear witness to you getting hurt. You looked behind you before you made your decision and saw one of them smile at you with full teeth. His eyes were dead.

You bit your lip as your resolve hardened further. I’m just passing Star-Avengers Tower. What?! Really? Go inside right now. Your brow furrowed at his tone but you ducked through the rotating doors anyway. All of the gimmick stores and odd shops were closed but you walked over to the cafe in the corner anyway and sat down on one of the uncomfortable metal chairs left out. The receptionist gave you a funny look but continued with her work. Figured, she must be used to a lot of weird shit happening around here. Oh, you have no idea.

You watched the windows to see if your stalkers would walk past but the streets were empty apart from the odd straggler getting into a cab. It was actually more unnerving having them out of sight.

Suddenly a large man in workout clothes vaulted over security and ran towards the doors. He was beautiful in a rugged sort of way and you couldn’t help but be transfixed by his long dark hair swaying with his movements. You didn’t even process the metal arm until he spun around and scanned the lobby. His eyes finally landed on you but you were staring at his arm. The place where it met his skin looked seared and painful. That must’ve been excruciating.  It was. Your eyes snapped to his in shock.

“James!?” You shrieked in disbelief. He nodded and walked over to you with a strange sort of cat like grace. You noticed his footsteps made no noise. At all. “How-what-are you kidding me?” You sputtered. “What are you doing here?” You looked him over again “Dressed like that?”

He pulled up a chair and sat opposite you perfectly composed. “I live here doll.”

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[ i think i understand what you mean, if im wrong then i am incredibly sorry for being illiterate lol hope you enjoy no less :) ] 


Seokjin 

Jin was a bit confused when he came home to a quiet, and empty house. Usually when he announced his arrival, it would soon be followed by the pitter-patter of feet rushing to greet him with excitement. Calling out for his wife and child, Jin was once again given silence. Scrunching his eyebrows in concern, he took a moment to review if you had anything scheduled for today - soon concluding that you were staying home. At least, that’s what he thought. 

It didn’t take but five minutes for the front door to be opened once again, entering the two missing people he’d been thinking about since he walked in. Sighing in relief that the mystery was over, he turned toward the two of you with a smile - only for it to slowly disappear when he saw the look on your face. You were, unfortunately, giving him your best bitch face. 

“Is something wrong?” He finally voiced, the sniffling child in your arms making his heart clench. “Did something happen?” 

Slowly, you put down the child and sweetly instructed them to get ready for bed, that you would tuck them in, shortly. Nodding that they understood, they quickly ran for their room, not even giving Jin a passing glance. This only made his heart clench even more. Looking back at you for some sort of explanation, Jin’s obliviousness only pissed you off even more. 

“What is today, Seokjin?” He stayed silent, making you sigh heavily. “Why don’t you go take a look on the calendar, and then come ask me what happened.” 

With that being said, you headed for your child’s bedroom without another word, once again leaving Jin by himself. Scratching his head in even more bewilderment, Jin did as you had asked and made his way for the kitchen.

Saturday, November 18th. What was so special about that day? 

And, that’s when it hit him. Jin felt like the world’s worst dad in that very moment, when all he could do was blink at the date, dumbfounded that he forgot in the first place. He missed his child’s first soccer game. Not only was he wrong about you staying home all day, but the fact he even remembers saying to them this morning that he wouldn’t miss it for the world. He practically lied right to his child’s face. It wasn’t his fault that it slipped his mind, there was just a lot going on at the office, but Jin didn’t see that as a good excuse. 

Judging from the chocolate stains on their cheeks, he concluded that you two had just gotten back from eating victory ice cream - which could only mean that they won their game. Which could only mean Jin had a lot of apologizing to do. 

He could only hope that his child, and yourself, could forgive him. 

Yoongi 

Yoongi sat outside his daughter’s bedroom door in shame, it physically hurting him to hear her cry her eyes out, and he couldn’t do anything about it; probably because he was the cause of them in the first place. 

“Sweetheart, I am so, so very sorry. They held me in the studio longer than I anticipated, you know I would never do this to you on purpos-”

“Just leave me alone!” She immediately cut him off from his apology, her cries getting worse by the second. “I looked like a fool, I should have known you’d always put your music before me, no matter what!” 

That, to Yoongi, felt like a kick to the stomach. Never in his life did he think that his music was more important than his family, it never once crossed his mind. But, after tonight, he couldn’t possibly blame his daughter for feeling that way. That night was the annual sixth grade ‘Father-Daughter Dance’ at her school, which she was so excited for-for the past two months. Everyone’s father showed up; give you one guess on who ended up having to go home early due to embarrassment of not having their date show up. 

You practically chewed Yoongi out over the phone, saying how it took three bags of family sized m&ms to get her to calm down enough to remember to breathe. The both of you were livid, but your daughter felt neglected. And that was the last thing Yoongi ever wanted her to feel. 

“Mi Sun, that’s not true…you know that’s not true. My music can never compare to you, how happy you make me everyday, the joy that you bring. Sweetheart, daddy is so sorry that he stood you up, I’ll make it up to you somehow, I promise. But, just know that you will always mean more to me than my music, no doubt about it.” There was silence on the other side of the door, which wasn’t entirely a bad thing, it just meant she stopped crying. “Tell you what: I won’t go to the studio all week, next week. You’ll have me all to yourself, we can do whatever you want, it’ll be a little ‘Father-Daughter’ outing. What do you say, princess?” 

Yoongi waited with high hopes, ear pressed against the door as he prayed that she would at least consider his offer. It wasn’t until the sound of her door being unlocked relieved him of any thought of rejection, soon greeted with a gummy smile that matched his own. “You mean it?” 

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone all the while picking up his little girl with his free arm, dialing Namjoon’s number without hesitation. Putting said person on speaker phone, he spoke. 

“Namjoon, I’m taking all of next week off. I think it’s time I gave my greatest creation of all time my full and undivided attention. Goodbye.”  

Namjoon 

Your two children practically cursed Kim Namjoon’s existence, they were so mad. Not only did he run over one of their bike’s that morning, but now he had just broken their game counsel they had gotten from their uncle Jungkook, by stepping on it by accident; they were enraged. 

He had promised them dessert after dinner to kind of set the atmosphere back into a lighter one, only for them to just eat it angrily as they continued to glare in their father’s direction. You tried so hard not to burst into a fit of laughter at Namjoon’s failed attempts to get back on their good side. Who could have thought that two seven year old boys could have a grown man begging on his knees for forgiveness? 

“Please, what do you want from me? I said I was sorry, what more do you want? I told you countless times to never leave your bikes in the driveway, or to leave your game counsel lying around - so it’s technically not all my fault!” 

They continued to be silent as they ate their desserts, their expressions never faltering. Finally letting out a small snicker, you speak. 

“I don’t think you’re helping your situation here, Joonie.” 

“I already gave them ice cream, what else do they want - my soul?” He exclaimed, losing all hope at this point. Namjoon didn’t like when his children were mad at him, it was one of the worst feelings in the world. He tried his best to be a good father and loving husband, and a small inconvenience like this just wasn’t sitting right. “I’ll buy you new bikes! And an even better game counsel, if you want, I don’t care. I will personally give you my wallet, if it’ll get you to stop-”

“Okay.” Hyun replied, while his brother nodded with enthusiasm. “And we want those diamond earrings that mom saw at the store a couple days ago, too!” 

“And a puppy!” Jae was quick to add in, finishing up the last of his ice cream. Namjoon looked at the two boys with wide eyes and mouth agape. When Hyun’s statement finally registered in his brain, Namjoon slowly started to glare at you. 

“You set this up, just so you could get those stupid earrings, didn’t you?” 

Shrugging your shoulders, an evil grin slowly started to form on your face as you get up to retrieve his wallet. “Hey, I’m not the one who asked for them, the boys did. Too late to go back on your word now, Joonie.” 

Shaking his head as you left the kitchen, Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle as the two boys started poking at his face - back to their normal, goofy selves. 

“You two, and your mother, will be the death of me.” 

Hoseok 

He was devastated when he showed up to the school an hour late, and his little girl was no where to be seen. Hoseok frantically asked the teacher where she could’ve gone, only for him to get a look that could only be described as judgmental. What kind of father didn’t know where his own child was?

“There was a swarm of men that ran at your daughter with cameras, they chased her back into the school. She was the last student to be picked up, and they wouldn’t leave, so we called your wife. She tried your phone, Mr. Jung, but you wouldn’t answer. She is safe at home, by now.” 

A small breath of relief fell from his lips as he thanked the teacher, and apologized for the inconvenience with the paparazzi. She merely responds with ‘I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.’ She couldn’t have been more right.

As if on cue, his phone starts to vibrate in his pocket, after hours of having it shut off. Hoseok visibly winces at the sight on his lock screen: 37 text messages, followed by 52 missed calls. He was definitely screwed.

Now, he found himself parked in the driveway, mentally preparing himself on how he planned on apologizing for leaving his daughter all alone in that kind of situation. She must have been so frightened, and just thinking about it made him feel even worse. 

Once he entered the house, he becomes uneasy at the silence that he’s greeted with - it making him feel like the smallest person in the world. When he made his way into the family room, there you sat in the rocking chair he had bought, for the pregnancy with your second child. The look on your face was enough to show that you were far from being happy, but your features quickly softened when you saw how wreaked his face looked. You could tell that he had been crying out of guilt, the teddy bear he had obviously bought for your daughter confirming that as well. 

“H..How is she?” He rasps, throat tight as the guilt continued to weigh on his shoulders. You shrug slightly, before taking a deep breath. 

“Could’ve been worse, I suppose. She’s a little shaken up, but nothing physically wrong with her, thank god.” Carefully, you stand from the rocking chair, one hand resting on your bloated stomach. “Hobi…what happened, where were you? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for the past hour.”

“I-I lost track of time, the clock in my office was an hour late. My phone had to be switched off, because I was in and out of meetings all day - I didn’t mean to forget. I-I rushed as fast as I could to the school, and when I didn’t see her, I panicked, I thought something bad had happened. And then, I had to find out from the teacher that the paparazzi went after her-why would they do that?! She’s only a little girl, they’d never go as far as ambushing a child! This is all my fault, she’s was scared and alone, I wasn’t there, and now she probably hates me!” 

“Hobi…” You tried to calm him down, the tears from earlier making their appearance once again as they cascaded down his cheeks, like a river; but he just kept going. 

“What kind of father am I? I even had to make you leave the comfort of bed-rest just so you could go pick her up, when it was my job to do so-I’m just so stupid! I don’t know what I’d do if they had laid a single hand on either one of you, it makes me sick! Doesn’t anyone understand privacy anymore? This isn’t the kind of life I wanted for you, or for our children. I want you to feel safe, and healthy and protected - I can’t even do that right!” 

“Hoseok, enough.” You raised both hands to cup either side of his face, making him focus on you. Your thumbs gently wiped away the stray tears, softly cooing at him to breathe and just to relax. “You are an amazing father, who works very hard for his family everyday. Sure, I was a little angry at how careless you were in the situation, but you’re human. You make mistakes, too. She won’t hate you, she never could, she loves her daddy far too much. Like I said, she was just a little frazzled, nothing serious. As for the paparazzi, we’ll get restraining orders - simple as that. Now, no more of this negative talk. Your princess needs her hope, her angel, to cheer her up.” 

By now, his tears had come to a stop, a small smile taking their place. Leaning forward to give you a sweet kiss, Hoseok felt so lucky to have someone like you to remind him that he was loved and appreciated. Even though deep down he still felt awful about the whole thing, it was nothing a good, long cuddle session with her brand new teddy bear couldn’t fix. 

Jimin 

I feel like Jimin would be very offended that you hadn’t brought him any treats back, sitting on the couch with an expression of pure betrayal as he watched his child munch away on yummy candies. 

“So tell me again, why you told mommy not to bring daddy anything back? Did daddy do something wrong?” The child nods their head, pouting. “He did? Mind telling me what exactly he did to make you so upset?” 

This time the toddler shook their head ‘no’, going back to stuffing their face with sweets and watching cartoons. After ten minutes of pleading for some sort of clue, Jimin finally gives up and goes to ask you what the problem is. But, unfortunately, you had no clue either. 

“They’ve just been grumpy all day, and when I offered a trip to the candy shop, that seemed to do the trick. I was going to bring you something back, but they insisted that I shouldn’t.” 

“And you listened?” He gaped. “Jagiiiii.” 

“Look, all I know is that you did something to piss off our three year old child, and I don’t exactly know how. So, you’re on your own. Think, Chim, did something happen this morning?” 

Retracing his steps on how the morning played out, Jimin couldn’t decipher anything that might have been out of the ordinary. He woke up, got dressed, came down stairs, ate breakfast - he remembers that he was running a little late for work, so he had to skip on the goodbye kis-

“Ohhhhh.” Jimin finally connected to the problem, giggling at how trivial this whole thing turned out to be. “I know what the deal is.” 

Without even enlightening you as to what he just realized, Jimin made his way back into the living room and sat right in his spot next to the toddler. Leaning downward to plant a small kiss on their forehead, he exclaims at full volume. 

“Goodbye, my little mochi, daddy loves you~!” 

You tilted your head in confusion for a moment until you, too, realized what had made your child so salty all day: Jimin never gave them their usual goodbye kiss before he left for work. Immediately, as if someone had flipped a switch, your child offered a handful of candies to their daddy, him happily taking the sweets with a wide grin. 

“Remind me never to forget goodbye kisses, ever again.”

Taehyung 

He despised being the bad cop when it came to punishing his son. Taehyung was usually the fun parent, always sneaking snacks at night and promising never to tell you, that kind of parent. But, when the foot had to come down, it came down hard. During dinner, his son was starting to get a little smart mouthy toward you, and Taehyung was not having it. He had warned him to cool it, but he just didn’t know when to quit.

“That’s it, I’ve warned you to stop running your mouth! Go to your room, you’re grounded for a month - matter of fact, make it two months for bad mouthing your mother!”

This seemed to set him off even more, as he aggressively pushed away from the table to stand, pointing a spiteful finger in your direction. “She is not my mother. She’s just some skank you picked up at some club, and decided she was good enough to keep around-”

“That’s crossing the line! Four months! Say one more goddamn thing, and it’ll be a year - do you understand me?!”

“You’re always picking her side over mine! Ever since she moved in with us, you’ve changed - she’s changing you! I don’t even know who you are anymore, no wonder mom left you! She’s gone because of you, and I hate you!”

With that being said, he finally stormed off. The dining room was left eerily silent, as the only thing that was heard was the sound of him slamming his bedroom door shut. You looked over at Taehyung, seeing that his face remained blank, but you didn’t miss the single tear that slid down his cheek. 

You knew that his ex-wife was a touchy subject between the two of them, and that whole argument definitely opened up old wounds. You raised from your seat, slowly walking over to where he continued to remain motionless as the tears just kept on falling. Leaning in close, you place a small kiss on his slightly damp cheek, easing a little tension out of his shoulder for moment.

“He didn’t mean it, Taehyung. Don’t take what he said to heart, he’s just frustrated. Give him some time, and he’ll come around. I’ll talk to him.” Giving him one more kiss, you exited the dining room and toward his son’s.

Taehyung still continued to sit there as he leaned his face into his hands, now silently crying to himself. You were amazing, trying your very hardest to be a good step-mother…why couldn’t he give you a chance?

- - -

Tae didn’t even realize that he passed out in the dining room, from possibly crying himself to sleep. He woke up to the sound of the front door being slammed shut, and a couple of hushed whispers. When his eyes adjusted, he noticed two silhouettes coming toward him, only to then discover that it was you and his son, carrying what looked to be bowls of frozen yogurt.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” You giggled, walking up to him to wipe some drool off the side of his face. “Are you okay?”

Blinking a couple of times, he directs his attention to his son, seeing that he was still picking at his frozen treat while purposely avoiding eye contact. It stayed that way for a good two minutes until you decided to speak for them.

“Dae-Jung, isn’t there something you’d like to say to your father?” The preteen sighs heavily, setting his now empty cup of froyo on the table. Shuffling his feet from side to side, he finally nods.

“I..I’m sorry, dad. I didn’t mean those things that I said, I was just…angry, I guess. It’s just…mom hasn’t been returning my calls lately, and you’ve been spending less time with me, and more time nagging me. I miss how things used to be, when you were my best friend, rather than this stick-in-the-mud. I apologized to Y/n…she’s actually really cool…I guess I kinda get what you see in her…so there. I don’t hate you, and I’m glad you’re here, and I’m sorry that I-”

Taehyung didn’t even let the boy finish rambling as he pulled him into a tight hug, making sure to squeeze the life out of him to reassure himself that he was still there. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been so hard on you, Dae-Jung, I just don’t want you growing up and seeing me as a pushover. I can’t have you walking all over me like you mother did. And I’m glad you’re giving Y/n a chance, you’ll love her, I promise.” He beams at you, grateful to have someone like yourself in his child’s life, and his own. “But, you’re still grounded.”

“What? WHY?” He exclaims, trying to pull away from the hug, but Taehyung wouldn’t let him as he hugged even tighter.

“Because, you didn’t bring me back any frozen yogurt.~”

Jungkook

You had just gotten back from grocery shopping, with your little plus one ‘helping’ you carry the bags inside. After getting everything situated and put away, you set her in her little high chair, so she could enjoy the little treats you had bought for her - for being a good little helper. Soon, your husband walked in, hugging you from behind followed by a small peck to your cheek.

“Hello, gorgeous.~ And hello to you, my little bunny, where’s my kiss~?” Right as he went to give his princess a kiss on the cheek as well, she immediately screamed and blocked her treats from his sight. Taking a step back in shock, he tilts his head in confusion at his baby girl. 

You chuckle softly, leaning over the counter. “Looks like somebody isn’t happy with you.” 

“What have I done?” He tried again to get a kiss, only for her to scream once more, halting his movement. “What’s the matter, precious? Why can’t daddy have a kiss?” 

“No!” She chirps, shaking her head. “My kisses!”

“I can’t have just one?” She shakes her head once again. “Why not?” 

Jungkook, now in a dilemma, places his hands on his hips. It wasn’t until he noticed the empty bag of Hershey kisses that laid right next to her, did he finally realize the miscommunication. 

“Ah, no, I want an actual kiss! Not your candy, silly girl.” He giggles before puckering his lips, leaning downward until he was at her level. “Like this! Remember? You love daddy’s kisses!” 

The little one took a moment to register what he just said, until her eyes focused in on his puckered lips, blinking at them a couple of times. When it eventually clicked, she leaned forward as well until her forehead rested on his lips - allowing him to just go nuts with the tiny kisses to her head; the large amount of affection from her daddy was enough to make her giggle happily, enjoying the shower of kisses he continued to give her. 

The sight alone was enough to make your heart melt, Jungkook could be such a softball when it came to his little gir-

“Jungkook, you ass, I literally just saw you swipe some candy-”

“Shhh!” 

Love & War. {Feysand}

Originally posted by sensuous

Sorry this took so long for me to post, friends. I had a busy (stressful) week and it caused some writer’s block. Thank you all for voting in my poll, though! Here is the prompt that got the most votes. I love hearing from my readers, and finding new prompts in my askbox. It makes me feel amazing as a writer! 

Warning: This oneshot is equally smutty and adorable.


Where are you?

I shot the question through the bond as I watched Elain. She was sitting across from Azriel as he told her yet another story about Truth-teller. After what had happened with the King of Hybern, Elain had wanted to hear all about the sword, where it had gone with Azriel through the years, and the history it had witnessed. Her small frame was turned towards him, shoulders curved inward as her chin rested in the palm of her hand, her elbow gently placed on her crossed knees. With wide eyes, she clung onto his every word.

The study.

My eyes shifted to where Nesta sat next to Amren in the long chairs outside the sparring ring. My sister was watching the Illyrian intensely, her lips pursed, but her gray-blue eyes longing. Mor and Cassian danced around one another, jokingly, in their fighting leathers. Mor had knocked him on his ass three times in the last hour. He had blamed it on his injuries, claimed he was still healing.

Mor had claimed she was going easy on him for the same reason.

Your missing out on Cassian getting beat up by Mor, I heard him laugh through the bond as I continued, it’s pretty amusing. And also a little bit sad.

He deserves it, he replied, amusingly. I miss you.

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More Than Friends (Bill Skarsgård)

Originally posted by karlmordo

Based upon: Being Bill’s makeup artist on the set of It. As filming goes on, you start to think of him as more than a friend. Fearing you’ll let something slip, you act more reserved around him, causing him to wonder what is wrong. Near the end of the shoot, you confess your feelings and he reciprocates, leading to sex back at your place.

Getting paid to do someone’s makeup was what she considered to be the greatest job on the planet. However, the people one works with can really make or break the experience. Being hired to do makeup for Pennywise and the kids of the Losers Club in the newest adaptation of It was a dream come true. Never before had she been hired to create such a complex look, it was challenging and exciting.

Bill was the nicest person she ever met, thought she ever would meet. After some months of daily makeup sessions, the two became friends.


“How was filming today?” She asked him as he climbed into her trailer.

“Good. We shot my forest scenes today.” He replied, giving her a smile.

She cringed, “Don’t smile. At least not until I take that makeup off.”

He rolled his eyes before shutting the door behind him and made his way over to her, dressed in his regular clothes. She was busy taking out makeup removers, a face cloth, cleansers and moisturizers; everything she needed to take off the product. So he sat down in his chair in front of the large mirror which was adorned with lightbulbs covering the frame.

She came up behind him, her eyes meeting his in the reflection. “You look ugly.” She joked, her eyes playful.

He snorted, “Yeah, yeah. Get on with it.”

She carefully removed his wig and placed it on the counter before slipping her fingers under the cap which covered his hair. He closed his eyes with relief when she pulled it off, freeing his hair. She glanced at him, noticing he was massaging his head and laughed loudly.

“You try wearing that thing all day.” He complained.

“I have, just not that one.” She smirked.

She grabbed the bottle of hydrating remover and removed the cap, letting the liquid soak through the cloth before dragging the fabric over his forehead. The white product came off easily, making the white of the cloth even brighter.

“Close your eyes.” She said softly.

His pale eyes met her dark ones before he closed them. The fabric ran over his face, making his skin feel healthier, clean and fresh.


“Alright, time for your favourite part.” She joked. She liked to tell him that he was getting a free facial everyday, so he should be thankful and totally in her dept.

“You know me well.” He laughed back.

He liked the feeling of her smart fingers tracing over his skin, especially with his eyes closed.

“I can’t believe we’re wrapping soon.” He confessed as her hands worked wonders on his skin.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Only one week left.” She remembered.

She wiped toner over his freshly cleansed face, pushing his hair back when she cleaned his forehead.

“I’m glad I won’t be scaring everyone on set everyday.”

She giggled, “I think you’ll continue to do that anyway.”

His eyes flew open, filled with faux shock.

“You wound me.” He replied, holding a hand over his heart.

She swatted at him before admitting: “You couldn’t even do that if you tried. They have to hire me to make you look hideous.”

He closed his eyes again as she began to rub a gentle moisturizer into his temples.

“Mm, are you saying I’m incredibly handsome?” He questioned.

“Yes.” She said simply, her lips moving faster than her brain.

She mentally cringed and reached to grab more moisturizer so he wouldn’t feel her hands stiffen. She liked Bill. Scratch that, she really like Bill. After months of doing his makeup everyday, watching him film some scenes and grabbing lunch together almost everyday, she had a hard time seeing him as just a friend.

He cracked one eye open and watched her as she rubbed more cool product over his sharp cheekbones. She avoided making any eye contact with him.


“Okay, I’m all done.” She said quickly.

She grabbed all of the products and materials that she had brought out and walked to the opposite end of the trailer. She had her back to him as she placed everything back on the shelves.

He is Bill Skarsgård, world famous actor who was born into an acting family. With a large group of dedicated fans and following, she assumed he would just say a quick “Goodbye” and leave for the day. He was up at five am to begin makeup and then shot a solid amount of footage while wearing a stuffy costume and full face of make up in the summer heat of Toronto. So when she felt hands slip onto her waist, she froze were she was, her hand gripping the bottle of toner tightly.

He stepped closer to her, his body flush against her back.

Slowly, she removed her hand from the bauble and placed it alongside her other on the counter. She was conflicted, did not know how to truly feel about his contact.

“Bill…”

He turned her around to face him. He saw she was biting her lip nervously, arms limp at her sides. He moved his hands up from her waist to her neck, then cheek as he looked into her eyes. Her chest was rising and falling heavily causing her breasts to swell against her blouse.

He leant down to her height and pressed his lips against hers, combing his hand through her soft hair. She stood frozen for a second before melting into his touch, responding with as much desire as he did. Her hands wrapped around him, gripping his back tightly as her lips moved against his.

Suddenly, he backed her into the counter, emitting a moan from her. God, he wanted her. After months of getting to know her, having her do his makeup and laugh with him; he wanted nothing more than to finally show her how much she mattered to him.

He moved his hands to the back of her thighs, “Jump.” He mumbled between kisses.

She wrapped her dress pant clothed legs around his hips and her arms wove their way around the back of his neck, fingers tangling and pulling at his locks.

He moved his smooth lips down her neck, kissing, sucking and biting as he went. He back arched into him and he gripped her hips harder, making her head dip back.

“Do you wanna… go to m-my place?” She breathed.

He gave her lips a swift kiss, “Yes.”


She un-clasped the buttons of her navy blue blouse as she straddled Bill’s lanky body. Once all the buttons were open, she slowly slid the sleeves down from her shoulders, exposing her red push up bra. He grinned up at her.

He let her take off his belt before he flipped her over and began go peel off her pants and then his own as she tugged off his shirt.

He almost moaned at the sight of her; chest beating heavily, breasts heaving wilding, tousled hair, parted lips.

He wanted to touch every inch of her.


Her whole body buzzed with adrenaline and pleasure, it was so overwhelming that it felt unreal. There was absolutely no way that Bill Skarsgård was having sex with her, touching her like no one else could. Yet, he was.

She wanted to moan loudly, scream his name and cry out but despite everything that happened that day, she chose to stifle her moans so they only came out a sharp breaths.

He hit deep inside her and she clawed on his back, holding him desperately as to not make a sound.

Another thrust sent her head against his shoulder, her moan being muffled by his hot skin.

“I want to hear you.” He said deep and huskily.

She let her head fall back onto the pillow beneath her and she wholeheartedly gave herself to him.

“B-Bill.” She moaned as he pushed deep inside of her.

Her back arched into his touch and he swore: “Shit. God… Y/N.”

It hit hard, fast and all to powerful, bringing her over the edge and crying his name. He followed soon after.


They laid in her bed, panting and hot. She had her head rested on his chest and his arm was wrapped around her body, keeping her close to him. She reached for his free hand and intertwined their fingers. He pressed a soft kiss to their hands.

“Bill?” She looked up at him.

“Hm?”

“I’m going to miss you a lot.” She whispered quietly, looking at their adjoined hands.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He said simply, giving her hand a squeeze.

“You mean?”

“What I mean is,” He pushed her onto her back and sat above her, “I love you. I don’t want to go anywhere. That is, if you’ll have me?” He finished, gazing into her stunning eyes.

Those orbs began to tear up.

“Yes… of course.” Her voice shook with happiness.

He smiled at her and her lips spread widely back.

BTS Single Dads

*Gif is not mine

This one……..got away from me a lil’. ^^;

Single Dad!AU - Part One - Part Two - Part Three -

Jin

  • has a little girl who is most definitely Daddy’s Little Princess™
  • wears tiaras and tutus at her tea parties and OWNS IT
  • lets her help him w/ the simple things when he cooks
  • like washing the vegetables or taste testing
  • there won’t b a day where jin hasn’t made her the best lunch
  • is the dad all the moms look like w/ heart eyes
  • he cries the first day of day care
  • bc wow…….his baby has grown so much
  • she is 3 seokjin chill
  • doesnt know what to do w/o his bundle of joy
  • b u z z e d  when it’s time to pick up his princess
  • spots his daughter skipping out but damn near has a heart attack
  • his baby……his LITTLE GIRL was HOLDING HANDS with a BOY THAT WASN’T HIM
  • calm yourself seokjin he is a child
  • “Who’s that pretty girl you’re holding hands with, sweetie?”
  • your voice chimes from behind him, going over to the two toddlers and affectionately rubbing your son’s head
  • jin freezes and watches you like…..hey………you’re kinda cute………
  • snaps out of it when his daughter sees him and squeals
  • your eyes settle on jin and youre like wow he’s so handsome no wonder his kid’s beautiful??????
  • you shyly introduce yourself to him and he does the same
  • then his daughter’s askin him if she can go play with her new friend at the park
  • now jin’s lookin at two sets of puppy eyes and your pretty smile
  • next thing he knows these little play dates become regular whenever his schedule is free
  • n you and him begin to spend time together after dropping your kids off
  • have lil dates of your own when he doesn’t have shoots n you don’t have work
  • don’t realize how close you’ve become/how you feel about each other until one day your son calls him ‘dad’ n later on in the day his daughter calls you ‘mommy’
  • neither of you bother correcting them????
  • so you just melt into this family unit wordlessly and it all just slips into place, you take care of his daughter whenever his idol life takes up his time
  • all you know is that if anything were to happen to that man or his daughter, you’d b right there by his side
  • you know that he feels the same

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Leave Right Now - Harry Styles Imagine

Being back in Holmes Chapel was nice, lovely really. Even after all these years, touring the world and living in LA, Harry felt at home here. He’s smiling while driving through the back streets. He sees his old school and the bakery, then he makes it to his parents house where his family is awaiting his arrival.

“I can’t believe you’re home,” Anne grins while welcoming her son. Harry’s face squishes up against the side of her head as she hugs him tightly.

“Missed ya too mum,” he mumbles before the hug ends. “It’s nice to be here, no where to run off to tomorrow,” Harry states as he looks at his step dad and sister Gemma waiting for an embrace too.

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