shes flipping him off as a joke


For @ransomweek - March 28: “Remember that time…”

warnings: senior year nostalgia, oblivious pining, excessively soft bromance

“Okay,” Lardo said, taking another swig from the bottle of gin they’d been passing around. “Worst class you’ve ever taken?”

The noise of another kegster, not their last together but frighteningly close to it, thrummed through the floor of the attic. Sometime after midnight Nursey and Chowder had started trying to go through various Haus rules, proper kegstand procedure and ratios for tub juice, with the Tadpoles like Holster and Ransom had done for the past two years, and Ransom had found himself hit with senior-year nostalgia again. It was the kind of weird, happy-sad ache that pulled from under his ribs and made him want to hold onto everything tighter.

He was going to graduate in May. He’d been accepted to med programs at Emory and UPenn, and he was waiting to hear back from a couple other schools. His future wasn’t some nebulous concept any more; it felt real. It felt too close. It was so much easier just to melt back against his bed, next to his two best friends, and to soak up the way their words seemed to roll around the room and fill it up completely.

Holster snorted and leaned against Ransom, reaching around him for the bottle but not moving away once he had it. “International Finance Theory with Professor Lawrence.”

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The five times James gave Lily flowers and the two times he didn’t; or, How Lily Evans fell in love with James Potter.

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On her first Valentine’s Day at Hogwarts, Lily received lilies from five different people. She loved them because she knew her friends and that one boy from Hufflepuff had good intentions. She knew they thought it’d be cute to give Lily the flower she was named after. Everyone always thought it would be.

After going through it for so many years, Lily should have seen it coming and warned them. Perhaps she could have worn a sign around her neck starting a week prior that read: I do not like lilies.

But despite how unoriginal the flowers were, she carried them around proudly all day. They were beautiful after all. And she may have woken up too late to shower that morning so their sweet perfume was welcome.

That night she sprawled on her back on the floor by the fire with Mary and Marlene. They giggled about all the couples they had seen that day and the boy who had given Mary chocolates. Suddenly, James Potter’s face was looming above Lily’s.

“What on earth are you doing, Potter?” she exclaimed, bolting upright and nearly smacking her forehead against his. He muttered something incoherent before dropping a flower into her lap and bolting toward the boy’s dormitories.

“What was that about?” Marlene asked. Still lying down, she and Mary couldn’t see what James had given Lily.

“Nothing,” Lily said as she slipped the perfect pink peony into the billowy sleeve of her robes. How he knew her favorite flower was a mystery to her. But even more mysterious was the heat spreading across her face and the pounding of her heart. Stupid James had given her some sort of prank flower that made her feel sick. That had to be it. There was no other explanation.

Still. She kept the flower between the pages of one of her transfiguration books.

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anonymous asked:

can you write a small fic about clarke moving in to bellamy's room in arkadia? love your writing <3

a teensy little soft fic with my good friends bed sharing and cuddling

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They come to the realisation a mere ten minutes after breaching Arkadia’s gates.

Or, that is, Clarke comes to the realisation first, and alerts him to it when she mutters a soft, “Fuck,” under her breath.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asks, hand going straight to his rifle as his eyes immediately scan their surroundings.

She presses a hand to his shoulder. “Nothing’s wrong,” she says in an easy voice that soothes away his worries, “It’s just that I realised I no longer have a room here.”

He blinks. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” she says, flashing him a wry smile. “I used to room with my mom but that was before… everything. And I would have asked Raven, but, well…”

Raven threatened them with bodily harm before they even set foot in the lab, saying that if anyone distracted her from her work, she’d do more than just string them to a tree.

Bellamy shifts his rifle again, scruffing his toe at the dirt. They’d stopped underneath one of awnings outside on their way to the apartments.

“Well, you can always stay with me,” he says, staring hard at the line he made in the ground. He can feel her eyes on him, and it makes his ears pink.

The silence draws on long enough that he’s just about to tell her to forget about it, when Clarke says, “Actually, that doesn’t seem like a bad idea.”

“Yeah?” he asks, glancing up at her from beneath his lashes to find her gnawing on her bottom lip.

She gently nudges him with her hip. “Yeah.”

“Alright then,” he says, trying to bite a back a pleased smile.

There’s the barest hint of a smirk tugging at her lips as he leads them to his quarters, so he glances sidelong at her and says, “It’s a good thing we sorted that out quickly. You’re in dire need of a bath.”

It gets the desired result when she shoves him into the wall, and he laughs. “Fuck off, Bellamy,” she says succinctly, but she’s doing a poor job of hiding her laughter too.

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Counts For Something (Thomas x Reader)

I actually really like this, so I hope you guys do too! I think a sequel is necessary for this one, so hopefully I’ll write that soon. Enjoy :)

Warnings: swearing & drinking

Words: 2,789 (damn)

Thomas knew that debate class would be the same as last year. The only person who could even come close to outsmarting him was Alexander, so this class would be easy for him. He went about his day, waiting for the clock to strike 12 so class could begin. This class would be an easy one for his junior year of college, something that would get him credit without having to do much work.

That was, until he actually walked into class.

There, at the front of the room, there was a girl, already arguing with someone. Their voices were raised, although he couldn’t tell what they were arguing about.

“You. In the purple,” you yelled, glaring at him. He pointed at himself, unsure of who you were talking to.

“Well I don’t see anyone else in purple, so yes you,” you continued shooting him daggers.

“Is it really necessary to stare at someone for that long? I understand that girls normally don’t take this class, and I also understand that you’re the reason for that,” you accused.

“Hun, why don’t you do us all a favor and go back to your home-ec class and learn how to cook, you’re embarrassing yourself,” Thomas shot back. Your hands were in fists at your sides, redness blossoming across your cheeks.

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Oh, Princess - A.I.

Originally posted by ohfuckoffhemmings

Alright, so, first off….I got WAY too excited and carried away with this. It’s eight pages in my drive. Second, Daddy!Ash, and when I say daddy, I mean “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you” daddy. Third, I hope this is what you wanted anon…

Warning: Smut x10. Slight BDSM?

Four months and sixteen days. That’s how long it had been since y/n had last seen Ashton. She wasn’t usually one to keep track like that, but considering she hadn’t gotten the chance to visit during his mini tour due to her sister’s wedding and not having any extra time to take off of work, you could say she was frustrated. All she had wanted to do when he got home was have a nice day in at his apartment, watch a few movies, have a couple of rounds of sex, and call it a night, so when Ashton had called her up that morning asking if she’d be his date to a fancy dinner with management instead of staying in, you could say she wasn’t pleased.

“Hello, love,” Ashton said, grin on his face as y/n opened the door to her small apartment. Ashton dressed in formal attire had always gotten her riled up, which just added to her frustrations even more. “Why don’t you look excited?”

“If we’re being honest here, I’m not,” she said back simply to head into the living room to retrieve her heels, the white dress she had on falling to mid-thigh hugging every curve of her body with flowing sleeves making her look like an angelic version of the devil himself.

“And why not?” he questioned lifting up the shawl she had draped over the couch ready to lay it over her shoulders.

“Because I haven’t seen or touched you in over four months, Ash, so the last thing I want to do is get dressed up to go out when I could be in my room lying beside you completely naked, preferably with your head between my legs,” she said back, crossing her arms, Ashton’s jaw dropping slightly at the words that escaped her lips. She stepped closer to him running her manicured nails down the front of his button up, back to the top where she unbuttoned the top two buttons preferring to see bits of his chest hair rather than having the shirt look like it’s choking him. “Wouldn’t you prefer that, daddy? Seeing your princess naked, ready to take your cock all night long?” Ashton knew what she was doing, trying to keep himself composed to at least make it to dinner. He didn’t really have a choice on whether or not he could go, but there were no restrictions on how long they needed to stay.

“Come on,” he barely choked out, draping the fabric over her shoulders before tugging her out of her apartment, a groan escaping her lips. She thought she had him wrapped around her finger in that moment, which only meant she would need to try harder, and what better way to get a good night of sex than to tease him in front of the boys?

The ride to the large restaurant was quiet, Ashton’s hand resting on y/n’s thigh while he drove the ten minutes into Sydney deciding to valet his car rather than attempt to look for parking. Y/n had seemed to forget what had happened at the apartment, letting Ashton’s arm snake around her waist as he led her inside to a small room in the back filled with his band mates, their dates, as well as members of the management staff and their dates. A few bottles of champagne lined the table as a few appetizers scattered around, the couple finding two seats in between Michael’s date and Calum.

“Glad you could finally join us,” Luke teased as Ashton waited for y/n to sit, pushing in her chair before taking a seat next to her, flipping Luke off in the process.

“I was running late,” Ashton said letting the blame fall on him, which was true, Y/n was ready for once when he had shown up at her door, taking a minute for him to figure out how to style his now short hair, something he wasn’t necessarily used to. The group shared a bit of small talk, y/n joking with Michael’s new flavor of the month as she shared stories from when she visited the boys in Montreal.

“Can I grab any drinks?” a waitress asked, perched happily in between Calum and Ashton as the blonde turned to his girlfriend, poking at her thigh trying to grab her attention.

“Babe, I know you won’t drink the champagne. Do you want a rosé or a pinot noir? I can get a bottle?” he questioned stroking at her thigh with his thumb in a comforting way, driving y/n crazy only adding to her own issues at the moment.

“Rosé’s fine. I don’t care which one,” she said letting her own hand land on his, stopping the movements as he turned back to the waitress requesting the bottle, as well as two wine glasses instead of the champagne flutes.

“Of course, sir,” the waitress giggled, y/n’s lips curling into a frown as the girl shamelessly flirted with her boyfriend who was just too oblivious to notice she wasn’t just being nice. But, this was also the boy that needed y/n to literally strip for him the first time they had sex for him to get the hint. It was hard enough being deprived of sex for one hundred and thirty-nine days, this was just the icing on the cake. She scooted a bit closer to Ashton, catching his eye only for a moment before he turned back to Calum, engaging himself in a deeper conversation as her hand landed on his thigh, raking her nails lightly up and down as she rested her head on his shoulder trying to make the gesture seem as innocent as possible. She was going to make this experience as difficult as possible for him.

Once everyone received their alcoholic beverages, the appetizers were passed around, y/n skipping on most of them not being a huge fan of seafood, but gladly taking the bruschetta passed around, letting it sit on her small plate, her hand only leaving Ashton’s leg to grab at the large plate before passing it down on it’s way through the table. She waited until Ashton had taken a piece of the tuna bite on his plate, moving her hand down agonizingly slow to cup at his crotch, squeezing it lightly causing him to choke on what was in his mouth, moving the same hand to his back rubbing soothing circles as he cleared his airways.

“Are you alright?” Luke asked from across the table, looking at him nervous, Ashton holding up a thumb as he continued to cough into his elbow, throwing a glare at his girlfriend who kept the best poker face he had ever seen. There was so much sympathy thrown onto her face, but her eyes held that lust filled, devilish look he had grown to know from the escapades in the bedroom. This was on purpose.

“You alright baby?” y/n questioned gripping at his wine glass, holding it to him for him to take a sip, putting it back on the table once he could breathe properly once again. He moved his mouth towards her ear, keeping his face as normal as her could not wanting to throw up any red flags with the guys knowing he would never hear the end of this.

“Don’t fucking start with me, princess. Now is not the time,” he basically growled in her ear as she furrowed her brows turning to face him as if she was confused, cocking an eyebrow up slightly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, daddy?” she said, the name reserved only for the bedroom slipping off her tongue in fluidity as if it was supposed to be out in the air like that. “I bet I could suck you off right here and no one would notice.” His cock twitched in his pants as he became aroused at the thought of getting head in public, in front of his band mates and, pretty much, his bosses: so vulgar and tempting, enticing him even more.

“Princess, if you let one more vulgar thing leave that dirty little mouth of yours, daddy won’t let you cum tonight,” he whispered again, pulling his head away from her not letting her respond as her mouth hung open slightly in shock and disbelief, arousal soaking her panties just at the thought of understimulation and how good her orgasm will feel when he does let her cum. It would be something new for them, and that excited her more than anything at this point setting her over the edge of her frustration. She didn’t even care about dinner that this point. She wanted to go home and fuck Ashton so good that she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed in the morning.

She sighed in content before placing her hand on his thigh once again, fingers dancing atop his dress pants as she ate the piece of bread with the tomato mozzarella mixture that resided on her plate. Once she had finished that, she stood up to head to the bathroom, only to pull off her panties and return moments later with them shoved into her hand, sitting down with her hands folded in her lap.

The waitress had finally returned with the entrees, once again standing between Ashton and Calum, dropping off both entrees for the men as y/n laid her panties on Ashton’s lap, a playful gleam in her eye as the waitress caught sight of what she was doing, knocking over Ashton’s glass into his lap. He didn’t bother standing up, just looking down as his wine coated crotch, catching sight of his girlfriend’s undergarment that should be on her body, his semi growing hard, now, just waiting to be touched. He grabbed the flimsy fabric, quickly shoving it in his pocket as he stood up from the table, all eyes on him.

“Are you alright, Ash?” Michael asked, catching a glimpse of the boy’s eyes, mistaking his lust for anger as he shook his head slightly.

“We’re going to go,” he said simply, moving to the side waiting for his girlfriend to stand up, the color draining from the waitress’s face as she apologized profusely thinking it was her fault the beautiful man was leaving, having no idea that y/n had set him over the edge. Ashton liked to play sexual games with his girlfriend, teasing the other in public was one of them, but he didn’t enjoy the thought of some other guy catching a glimpse of her bare pussy due to lack of clothing. He had mentioned that time and time again. The table looked between the two, Ashton’s frowning face as y/n pouted, bottom lip jutted out, poker face hiding her excitement and nerves at once as she thought about the punishment she knew was to come. He grabbed her hand in his, pulling her to the exit without another word, handing the valet a slip of paper before the man went running to retrieve his vehicle.

“Ash,” she mumbled not enjoying the silence. As many times as she had pulled something like this in public, he was never this quiet, only earning a shake of his head, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

“Oh, princess, princess, princess,” he said, the car pulling up, parking right in front of them as he opened the passenger door for her helping her  inside of the car. That was all he had said, the entire way home, a stuffy silence filled the car as y/n shifted in her seat nervously, looking at Ashton out of the corner of her eye, his clenched jaw, hands gripping the wheel as his eyes were fixated on the road. She went to reach towards his leg, only to have him grab her wrist before it could graze the fabric on his leg. “You really don’t want to do that right now.” She moved her hand away deciding to just leave it be as he pulled into her apartment complex, helping her out of the car before making their way inside to her small apartment, Ashton escaping to the kitchen as y/n followed him slowly, now worried she had pissed him off instead.

“Ash,” she said barely above a whisper as she watched him pull out a glass from her cabinet, heading towards the freezer to fill it with ice.

“Go lay down,” he said back simply not turning to look at her as she bit down on her lip, shifting her weight between her feet.

“Look, I’m-,”

“Daddy said to go lay down, princess, so I don’t know why you’re still standing here,” he said cutting her off, finally turning to face her, his eyes clouded with lust. The look he was giving her was something new, and it had her knees weak. She quickly made her way towards her room, sitting on the edge of the bed knowing better than to do anything she wasn’t told to do. She had already worked him up enough for today. “Such a good girl,” he muttered watching her from the doorway, her eyes shooting up to meet his, taking her lip between her teeth as he moved to set his glass on the stand next to her bed before beckoning her onto her feet, his body replacing hers on the bed. “Strip.” She hesitated, but only for a second before pulling down the zipper on the side of her dress, letting it slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet leaving her in just a bra and heels before unclasping the bra, tossing that to the side as well. She stopped, not sure if he meant the heels as well when he said to strip, watching his eyes rake up her body. They had been together for a little over two years now and, yet, he could still make her feel insecure and vulnerable with just once glance. “Want me to go over the rules, princess? Daddy’s added a couple of new ones for tonight.” She nodded her head slowly, arms crossing over her bare chest as he quickly pulled them away, revealing her body to him. “Words.”

“Yes,” she squeaked out, Ashton raising an eyebrow, smirk tugging at his lips.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy,” she mumbled, her hands intertwined with his as he pulled her hands to his lips, placing a soft kiss on each knuckle.

“First, and foremost, darling, I am in charge. You do not tell me what to do, you ask, yes?”

“Yes, daddy.” His hands let go of hers, placing them on her hips softly and slowly, trailing them up her sides.

“Number two: what’s our safeword, princess?”

“Red.” His hands started to trail back down her body as slow and soft as they had going up.

“And when do we use this safeword?”

“When I’m uncomfortable or am hurting.” A chill ran down her spine as goosebumps coated her skin at the feeling of his skin on hers. He lifted a hand to her mouth, his thumb tapping at her lips for her to open, sticking the digit in for her to suck on it as he watched her.

“Number three: you ask permission to cum,” he said watching as she nodded her head, tongue swirling around the tip of his finger, teeth grazing lightly as he bit down on his bottom lip. “Number four’s a new one princess. And this is only for tonight, okay?” She nodded her head once again as he moved his finger from her mouth, standing up in front of her, only to lift her up and turn her around to place her on the bed. “Don’t you dare cum until I say so.” He pressed his lips to hers roughly as she returned the favor, hands running through his hair as he grabbed at her thigh, pulling her leg up to wrap around his hip while the other hand pulled out the panties she had taken off at the restaurant. “Arms up,” he commanded against her lips watching her eyes flicker with excitement, more than ready to lift her hands above her head for him as he dominated her. He tore the fabric at the seams so it would be easy to tie through the posts of the headboard, y/n’s eyes widening in shock. “You know how I feel about you not wearing panties in public. So next time, we’re going to keep them on, yes?”

“Yes, daddy,” she said, a blush on her face as he slipped her wrists through one loop, twisting the fabric before tying her tightly to the headboard, but not enough to cut off circulation in her wrists. He climbed off her body, making his way to her closet where he knew she kept her toys for when he was away. “Daddy.”

“Yes, princess?” he called out, pulling down the box on the top shelf, settling for the vibrator he had gotten her for her birthday the past year.

“What are you going to do?” she questioned, watching him return with the bright green toy, his shirt now unbuttoned as he pulled it from his shoulders onto the floor.

“I told you. I’m not going to let you cum,” he said turning it on to a medium speed, sticking it in his mouth to wet it before rubbing it lightly over her clit causing her hips to buck up towards him. “Hips stay down, princess.”

“But I didn’t say anything else bad,” she muttered, Ashton pressing the toy down harshly on her clit causing her to moan loudly before pulling it back to teasing her once again.

“You’re right, you didn’t baby. You were such a good girl until you went and took off your panties in the bathroom. So, now, I’m going to punish you.” He pressed down a bit harder on her clit, circling the vibrating toy over her nub as he turned it up another speed, letting the toy drop down to her opening to collect some of her juices, letting it trail back up rubbing over her. He legs started to shake as she tried as best as she could to keep her hips down, whimpers escaping her lips as she tried to hold it together. “You close, princess?”

“Y-yes, daddy,” she moaned, her hands pulling on her restraints as she cried out. “Can I cum?” she asked quickly, only to have the toy pulled away from her, a loud whimper escaping her lips as she breathed heavily trying to catch her breath.

“Why isn’t daddy letting you cum?” he questioned letting a finger trail up through her folds collecting the wetness spilling from her as she shook from the sensitivity.

“As a punishment,” she responded, eyes closed as she heard the vibrator turn on once again, bracing herself.

“And why is this your punishment?” he questioned pressing it to her her clit again as she moaned loudly once again, back arching off of the bed.

“Because you don’t like to hurt me,” she said quickly, panting heavily as pleasure took over her once again, her orgasm building up quickly from being denied the first time as she moaned loudly over and over, Ashton loving the way her body thrashed against the mattress trying to relieve herself. He’d rather watch her like this than watch her ass turn a bright shade of red, spanking her harshly. “Cum?”

“That’s not a full sentence,” he said, turning the speed up once again as she screamed trying desperately to hold it together, only to have him deny her orgasm for the second time. Her body fell back to the mattress, sweat starting to coat her body as she looked at him through hooded eyes. She could tell he was enjoying watching her beg, but knew he wouldn’t last much longer, especially when it started to become painful for her. He knew her body just as well as she did and what her limit was. He placed the toy down next to her body, situating himself between her legs, face level with her pussy, eyes gleaming at the amount of her arousal dripping from her onto her satin sheets. “Such a pretty pussy, baby,” he muttered letting his tongue lick a stripe up collecting some of her juices in his mouth before diving in, her arms tugging desperately at the restraints now, wanting to tug at his hair and push him deeper into her pussy. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to build up for the third time, now hanging on by a single thread as she tried to get the words to flow from her mouth.

“CanICum? CanICum? CanIcum?” she practically chanted, her words flowing together as he pulled back from her, another whine escaping her lips. “Fuck, Ash.”

“I’m sorry, what’s my name?” he asked gripping her face in his hand. “You didn’t seem to have any issues calling me daddy in front of the guys and management? Why not now in the comfort of your own bedroom?” She didn’t respond, letting her brain process what was going on. She desperately needed a release, but her cunt was so sensitive at this point, she wasn’t sure she could handle anymore. “I’m speaking to you princess.”

“I’m sorry,” she muttered looking into his eyes before looking away once again. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know you are, princess,” he said leaning up to press a kiss to her lips. “You’ve been such a good girl, handling your punishment.” He crawled off of her, feet touching the floor as he pulled off his pants and briefs, his cock standing at attention as he rubbed over his tip looking at her carefully. “You’ve done such a good job, it’s my turn to please you.” He didn’t bother with a condom, crawling back onto her before slowly pushing inside of her, letting out a moan from how wet and tight she felt around him.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her legs wrapping around him once again as he started to thrust into her at a quick pace, his hips snapping against hers harshly as one hand dug into her hip most likely going to leave bruises the next morning while the other held him up as she moaned loudly with each thrust. Her orgasm was approaching quickly, he could feel her tightening around her as she struggled to form coherent words, digging his face into her neck as he left love bites along her flesh.

“You can cum, princess. All over my cock,” he let out in a raspy breath, her body shaking from the orgasm as she squirted, the sight setting him over the edge as he pulled out, releasing over her sweat coated stomach as she caught her breath. They both took a minute to calm down, Ashton retreating to the bathroom to grab a towel using it to clean himself off of her before untying her wrists from the headboard, kissing at her skin repeatedly before peppering her face with kisses. “Was I too rough?”

“No,” she mumbled kissing his lips as she struggled to stay awake, Ashton catching the hint as he settled in next to her, cuddling her body tightly to his.

“I love you so much, baby,” he whispered in her ear as she nestled into his body even more than she already had.

“I love you too, Ash.”


Originally posted by wonnhao


Warnings: Threesome, daddy!kink, breath play.

“If I were to mysteriously disappear, no warning or trace whatsoever, would I still be responsible for finals?” Jeonghan questions as he stares hopelessly at the pile of open books covering the table. “I mean, if they can’t find me can they reasonably expect me to continue in my academic endeavors?”

“Probably,” you shrug as you flip through your notes in search of that one particular line that seems to be avoiding you, “universities are relentless. I’m sure they’ll still be sending us those awful ‘what’s happening on campus this week’ emails long after we’ve died.”

A highlighter flies across the table and smacks you in the forehead. “I’m going to speed along that process if you both don’t shut up,” Jihoon growls as he drags his fingers through his hair, just a little too roughly. He fixes you with an accusing stare and huffs, “I have an Anth final in the morning and you promised to help. I want to get back to the studio sometime this year.”

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HEART LIKE YOURS (Bellamy Blake x Reader)


Song: Heart Like Yours - Williamette Stone

A/N: hey everyone, i decided to make a short little 3 part story because i really like this song & story 


The realisation that people were being held captive in Mount Weather shook you down to your core. You could feel your chest ache for Jasper, Monty, for all of them. Who knows what could be going on in there? Bellamy notices your expression full of worry so he steps closer to you, placing his hand on your waist. 

Looking up at him, he gives you a small smile. It isn’t happy, but it makes you feel like there’s hope - even if it’s just a little bit of it. “What are we going to do?” Bellamy wonders out loud, prepared to figure this out right now. He’s willing to do anything for the 100. 

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Wedding Date AU

Steggy Positivity Week - [2/7] AU

This idea wouldn’t have been born without my AU partner in crime, @beautifulwhensarcastic.

Peggy finally nails the job she’s sought for years but that hasn’t stopped her family from hounding her with questions about her love life every chance they get.  She can fend them off for the most part but her cousin Sharon’s wedding looming, she buckles in to the pressure to find a date.  Fast.  She’s surprised to find herself flipping through the classifieds but she’s desperate.

She calls a male escort service.  Nothing nefarious.  Just a date for a wedding.  The man has a job for a few hours, gets a good meal.  She’s out a couple hundred dollars but her family can finally get off her back.

That would have been the plan if the agency hadn’t sent her an Adonis of a man with an easy smile, gorgeous blue eyes, and a sass that rivals hers.  She wants to jump him immediately.

Steve does an excellent job.  He gets along with her family, jokes with them with ease.  He tells them all Peggy’s fake story and makes up a few believable details of his own.  Peggy’s thoroughly impressed.  She’s almost sad when they part ways later that evening, his pockets lined a little heavier.  He gives her his number just in case.  Peggy would never admit she looks at it longingly at times wishing she had another event to invite him to.

Her wish is granted a few months later.  Her parents decide to have an anniversary party and invite everyone.  They pointedly tell her to bring Steve again.  She can’t very well tell them she broke up with him already so she gives him a call.  He’s so devilishly charming and polite with the perfect amount of snark and sass that makes her want to kiss him instead of rolling her eyes at him. 

She can’t stop herself from jumping him after the party.

It’s amazing and electrifying and fun.  Peggy can’t remember the last time she felt so carefree with a lover.  She feels a bit conflicted but she pushes that aside.  What’s even more surprising is that the next morning isn’t awkward at all.  He makes it clear to her that she can call him anytime.  So when Peggy’s friend Angie has a huge birthday party she doesn’t hesitate to call him. 

She doesn’t remember much about the party.  She spends the whole night sitting at a table talking to Steve.  Angie is surprised at her friend; she’s never even heard Peggy mention a boyfriend before but she can’t deny her friend has never looked happier.

Peggy drags him to her apartment later that night, though he doesn’t need much persuasion.  She asks him if he thinks it’s odd that she’s paying for his services, even if she’s fairly certain their emotions are on the same page.  Steve looks a bit sheepish but finally admits to her that he resigned from the escort service after her cousin’s wedding after finally saving up enough money for his real interest - design and art.  He gave her his personal cell phone number because he was really just hoping she’d ask him out to coffee or dinner one night.  He liked her a lot but he could see her steely dedication to her job.  He was just hoping she’d call him before he finally went calling on her one day.

Peggy doesn’t feel the least bit conflicted about jumping his bones that night.

anonymous asked:

Good luck on your new blog! Hope it will be a good experience for the both of you. Since I'm not surehow much characters you take per ask, any TFP autobot/s of your choice finding out, that seemingly young adult bot!Reader is the oldest bot on team (as if in almost Alpha Trion old)?

First ask! Fuck yes! I’m weak for TFP, so I’m beyond happy rn. Thank you for being the first request, love! I hope you don’t mind if I do just about all the bots! First request, gotta be overly enthusiastic.

Optimus Prime

- It’s probably not long until he finds out. Either he figures it out through your “old person” humor(according to the humans) or other, he’s the first to realize how old you actually are.

- Of course, this doesn’t really change his opinion of you at all. This is a war, there isn’t much time to be all “holy slag, they’re actually thousands of years older than me. im like a baby compared to them!”

- But he does have a little moment like that in his own private time. 

- He does try to be a bit more respectful of you than before, and as much as he doesn’t want it to be, it’s obvious. 

- Finds anyone else’s reactions to you being on the older side entertaining. He especially laughs if it was a huge thing for the bot who found out.(coughcoughsmokescreen)


- “I know.”

- He could probably tell from any medical scans he’s done on you. Someone your age has a completely different internal composition than most, and being Ratchet’s been in the game for quite a while too, he could tell the difference between a young bot and old bot.

- It doesn’t stop him from being surprised once he gets exactly how old you are.

- He offers to be your old man griping buddy. Needless to say, you have a new friend to complain to, just like he has to you. Old bot squad.


- He flips his shit. 

- You can barely translate his rapid beeping, barely managing to get a “What!? I’ve been treating you like someone my age and you told me nothing!?”

- Once you get him to chill down a bit, he gets embarrassed about flipping out. No matter if you’re old as dirt or as young as Smokescreen, you’re still the same bot. 

- He does point out you’re surprisingly pretty for your age, though. No offense meant. 

- Once he finds out, he keeps the information above anyone else who doesn’t know’s heads. Specifically Smokescreen. 


- “… Are you kidding?”

- Most of all, Arcee’s probably third most chill on the teammate spectrum. She probably finds out on a mission or other, where you manage to understand a joke in old cybertronian and laugh your ever-loving aft off. She’s confused as to how you understand that humor until you actually explain just how old you are.

- She actually thought you were younger than her. Turns out she’s wrong, but oh well. 

- Tries not to make a big deal out of it, ends up successful. Has a lot more respect for you than before, just by realizing how much of the war you’ve actually seen. She’s someone else to gripe to if you ever need it.


- Surprisingly unaffected at first.

- It kicks in an hour later when he suddenly looks up whiile in the base and goes “wait, what?”

- He’s surprised, just like most of the others. If he thought you were younger than him, he might be a little awkward at first. But after getting used to the information, he chills out a bit. 

- Bulkhead just doesn’t give a fuck after that initial 2 days of letting the information process. You’re still you, what does age change?

Ultra Magnus

- He gives you a look. It kind of screams a mix of “are you kidding” and “It’s not hard to believe this but I’m having trouble.”

- Magnus, once actually confirmed this by someone else, goes up to you and blatantly asks just how old you are. 

- You look him dead in the eye and reply “Old as dirt.”

- He doesn’t get it at all.

- Ultra Magnus is glad to know there’s another soldier with plenty of experience, and if you just so happened to be one of the most respectful soldiers out of Team Prime, his opinion doesn’t change much. If you’re childish, on the other hand… 


- “WHAT.”

- He thought you were his age. Please save this poor boy.

- But, you’re so young-looking! And you’re not at all grumpy or stern!(or at least not very much). How could you be older than Ratchet of all bots?

- He doesn’t mean for it to sound rude, but it kind of does. 

- Smokey gets it after you give him a look. Apologizes while scratching the back of his neck; you can’t really blame him for being surprised, can you?

- You’re pretty sure he doesn’t want to hang out with you after that, so you leave him be. That is, until he comes to you proposing yet another rule-breaking race.

- Safe to say his opinion hasn’t changed much.


- Not a fuck given. Where did they go? Out the window. 

- “Alright.” 

- There’s not much else than that. If his opinion changed of you at all, you wouldn’t be able to tell unless you’re reaaaally perceptive. 

- The most that would change is he’d probably go less easy on you in sparring matches, if you’re both friends and spar often.

Not alone//Daryl Dixon

Summary: Merle has been away in prison for the past year, and Daryl was doing better than expected. Cleaned up his attitude, got a job and a solid girlfriend. But when Merle comes back, Daryls’ attitude comes back and he ends up leaving a good thing behind.

Warnings: swearing

Originally posted by onlydarylnormanfic

Daryl had picked up y/n after work, took her out to dinner. While they were out, Merle had returned from prison. He returned home, of course, but Daryl wasn’t informed of his return. 

When Merle first left, it felt like the end of the world, like he had no meaning anymore. But then things looked up, he got a job, doing legal things. He had gotten himself a girlfriend and overall became a better person. Merle was like the devil sitting on his left shoulder, overpowering the angel on his right. But with him gone, the angel could speak.

He walked into his house and saw a figure on the sofa and panicked. He pushed y/n back outside the door.

“Hello?” Daryl called out cautiously.

“Baby brother, about time ya come home! What were ya, out at the strip club, at the bar since 9?” Merle said with a laugh as he turned around.

“Daryl?” Y/n asked hearing it wasn’t an intruder.

“Who’s that? A floosy ya brought home for the night? Don’t be shy, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind two of us”

“Daryl, is it him?” She asked connecting the dots.

His brother was locked up, he was a jerk, and Daryl wasn’t jumping to kill this guy in his house. It was Merle.

“Wanna go to your place tonight?” Daryl asked her.

“Let me see the girl, god dammit” Merle joked.

“She’s my girlfriend, would ya shut up now?”

“Don’t make her leave, let her in. I’ll keep my meth mouth shut”

“Just go straight to my room and I’ll be right behind you” He whispered to her.

“I’m not scared, Dar-”

“I am” He cut her off.

She shook her head and walked past Merle and to Daryl’s room. She looked behind herself to see Daryl was flipping off Merle and continued on his way to her.

She got inside and he followed, closing the door behind him. 

“What the hell are you afraid of?” She asked him.

“That he’s gonna take away all this progress I’ve made. My job, my clean act and you”

“If you’re expecting it, then you can avoid it, Daryl. Try” 

“I can try, for you”

Days went by and he was already changing. Started with the way he would talk, more degrading towards women and became more racist. He got fired from his job after a fight due to a race issue. He started drinking more and everything was just falling apart.

One morning she woke up and could overhear the two talking. She stood by the kitchen, out of sight but close enough to hear everything.

“The hell ya doin having a woman tellin ya how to live?” Merle asked.

“I don’t know man, I guess I’m just pussy whipped”

“Fuck yeah you are! It’s easier without commitment, no one tellin ya what to do. Leave the bitch and move on”

“Merle, I-”

Saying he was pussy whipped was one thing, easy to fake. But leaving her, that wasn’t something he could fake without losing her for real. From her end, it was real. If they were something real, there wouldn’t have been hesitation.

She turned around and packed her bags. Daryl walked into the room and saw her.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Daryl asked.

“Sorry I’ve got you pussy whipped. I’ll relieve you of your duties and let you go back to the destructive path you were on before me” She snapped back.

“Y/n, I didn’t mean it. He just means a lit to me, and he’s my brother-”

“And I’m your girlfriend! Do I not mean anything?”

“That’s not what I meant” He ran a hand through his hair, not realizing what he was saying.

“Then what do you mean?”

She left the room and walked past Merle. She ran down the steps of the apartment complex and outside. When she got out there a woman grabbed onto her, screaming. She panicked and didn’t know what was happening.

“Slow down! W-what’s wrong?” She asked, dropping her bags.

“Get out of here! Save yourself” She screamed.

Suddenly the woman was violently ripped of her by another human, a chunk ripped out of their face. Meth was one thing, but this was something different, worse. The woman fell underneath him and was torn apart herself.

Y/n was pulled back into the complex, she screamed fearing she was next. It was only Daryl. He followed her to bring her back, but now he saved her life. He ran back up the steps with her behind him and locked his door.

“I know we ain’t of good terms, but whatever is goin on out there we can’t face alone”

The Fake Boyfriend (Part 3)

Originally posted by acklesjensen

Summary: Reader bumps into a stranger and her life gets flipped upside down…

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,300ish

Warnings: language

A/N: I love this little series so much…

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Guilty Prince

The follow up to Bloody Damsel.

“…come on, baby, just keep breathing, just stay with me…” 

 “…down her arm, carefully, gotta cut this crap off’a her…one, two..” 

 “…just drive, Sam! Shit, SHIT, she’s so cold, oh my god…” 

 “…please, open your eyes.. don’t go.” 

 “…sir, you’re gonna need to step back, you can’t go in there..” 

 “Come back to me.” 





Your head felt like lead. Your mouth was so dry you thought it might catch fire. Coherent thoughts weren’t coming to you easy, possibly because it feels like your brain has a giant dent in it. 
You attempted to swallow but gave up on that idea quickly, far too much effort than you were currently capable of exerting. 

Instead you listened to the sounds around you to try and get a clue as to where the hell you were. It smelled clean, like chemicals. You certainly weren’t at the vampire nest anymore, and you could tell you were lying down on a firm surface. Had you died? Was this some sick version of actual Hell where you had to listen to repetitive, annoying sounds forever?


Oh my god, how was he going to deal with you being… gone?
He wouldn’t, was the short answer.
Sam wouldn’t be able to stop him from coming up with another plan to bring one of us back from the dead. It wasn’t the first time and you felt like it wouldn’t be the last. You didn’t know how many times the Winchesters had cheated death, but surely that tape was running out.

An echo of a memory shook loose of how tightly your arms were bound by those horrible chains. You tried to feel for any pain, all you could feel was a pinch on your right arm and pressure on your finger. Well, definitely not dead then.

Then you felt something like two giant balls of cotton wool wrapped around your shoulders, preventing them from any movement. Not that you were gonna be moving any time soon.
Breathing in deeply, you went from toe to head assessing your state.
You got up to your fingers and all you could manage was a little twitch of your index finger. What you weren’t prepared for was another hand engulfing yours. 

“Y/N?” Sammy? Was that Sam’s voice? You desperately tried to open your eyes, it took you a lot longer than you cared to admit. 

All you could see was white. For a second, you once again doubted if you were alive. When your eyes adjusted to the bright lights and a pale green painted ceiling came into view, you knew the unmistakable beeping and pasty colours meant you were in a hospital. Dragging your eyes over to where Sam was, you saw him leaning his elbows on the bed, both of his hands were wrapped around one of yours, his right hand had a splint on his baby finger. His face was pale, hair unkempt and eyes dark, he obviously hadn’t slept properly in a few days. He gave you a watery smile.
“Hey, peanut. You’re finally awake.”
“Where-” your voice scratched out and threatened to send you into a coughing fit. Sam reached out of view and picked up a cup with a straw. After a few drags of water, you tried again. 

“Where are we? Where’s Dean?” Sam swallowed and decided to answer your second question first. “Dean went to the find the doctor. He was worried that you were taking so long to wake up. It’s been a week.. They had to give you blood, you lost a lot. Your shoulders were partially dislocated and your fingers were minutes away from cell tissue death. It has been a week so you’ve probably got some feeling back in them…” You nodded to confirm. “We couldn’t unshackle you so we had to break the beam. After we did that and I pulled out the tube in your arm, you started bleeding so much.” His eyebrows wobbled and his lips pressed together. 
“We came straight to the hospital after that.” 


“Hey, hey, hey, Y/N, nonono, keep your eyes open baby, come on keep ‘em open for me. SAM GET HER DOWN NOW. Y/N, Y/N!!” Dean shook your face in his hands, your hair spilling over his arms. Your eyes remained closed, and your head was limp. Dean grit his teeth, he couldn’t think beyond ‘SAVE HER.’ he reluctantly let your face drop and sprung up to help Sam. 

“The chains are melded onto the metal beam, so there’s two weak points where they connect. We need something to snap it with.” Sam looked around the room, there was nothing but a few couches and a stack of red stained buckets. Nothing they could use to help them get you down. But maybe if… 

He spun around to face Dean. Dean’s eyes were practically bleeding ferocity. He was like a cornered beast, ready to rip something to shreds if it so much as stepped in the way of his goal. His bloody face and smoking gun at his side didn’t help make the picture any prettier. Sam voiced his idea. “If we both hold onto the beam on those weak points and tug, with our combined weight it might break.” He reached for the buckets and separated two, flipping them upside down and standing on top gave them both the height they needed to reach the beam. 

When both Sam and Dean were hanging from the beam, Sam started to count down. “On three. One, two..” They both jumped up and slammed back down onto the beam, a deafening grinding noise shattered the silence in the room. The beam was giving way. Dean looked at Sam with a little more hope, but the determination in his eyes never faltered. “Again! One, two..” 


The beam smashed to the ground, thankfully a few feet in front of where you had crumpled to the floor, the chains now coiled on either side of you. Dean and Sam both crashed to the floor hard. Sam let out a loud grunt as one of his fingers gave a painful crack when he tried to break his fall. Dean landed on his back, momentarily making him breathless. Without giving himself much time to recover, he snapped up and lunged towards you. Picking you up by the waist, he lent you back against the wall and brushed your hair out of your face. 

“Come on, baby, just keep breathing, just stay with me.” He sounded frantic, seeing how small you looked against the wall made him feel helpless. Sam wasn’t sure Dean knew he was talking aloud. 

Sam crouched next to him and carefully slid the disgusting tube out of your arm. It seemed to take forever before the end popped out. The flow of your blood sped up, prompting Dean to rip the bottom of his shirt to tightly wrap the wound. “We gotta get her to the car, get some bolt cutters for these things. Move.” 

You were sitting on the ground outside the nest, Sam was holding you upright as he knelt down on one knee behind you. Dean had the industrial sized bolt cutters gripping the loop that connected the chain to the thick, warped band around your wrist. “Hold her arm down,” Sam went to flip your palm down so he could press your hand into the floor. “carefully,” Dean’s eyes flashed and Sam mentally rolled his eyes but realised there was no reasoning with him right now. He gently pressed your hand into the ground. 

“Gotta cut this crap off’a her. The hospital is gonna ask too many questions if we don’t. One, two, three!” with a grunt and a strained face, Dean managed to separate the loop, snapping the band in the process.
He repeated the action to the other one. He plucked his keys from his pocket and chucked them at Sam.
“You drive.” 

Dean sat sideways in the back of the Impala. He had one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, pressing your back into his chest, his other hand was gripping the makeshift bandage on your right arm. Blood was gushing out of the small hole at an alarming rate and Dean almost went into overload at the sight of the blue scrap, now dark. How you had any blood left in your body after what he saw in the bucket was beyond him. 

“Do we call Bobby or her Dad for them to meet us there-” 

“Just drive, Sam!” Dean snapped at Sam. Sam floored the gas and you all sped off towards the main road. Your head lolled forward and Dean tilted it back to lean on his shoulder, tucking your hair behind your ear. His fingers brushed over your face and made him flinch. Your skin was like ice. 

“shit, SHIT! She’s so cold, oh my god.” Dean didn’t know that tears had started to drip down his face until they hit your shoulder. Your purple and blue shoulder. With a tight grip on your arm, Dean let out a sob. He thought you might die here in his arms. It looked like you were dead already. He pressed the side of his chin to your temple. “Y/N, sweetheart.. please open your eyes. Let me see your beautiful eyes, please.” Sam glanced worriedly in the rear view mirror.
If you died right now… Dean would break.
“Don’t go.” Dean whispered into your hair. 

The short nurse placed a hand on Sam’s chest, keeping him from moving past the foyer where some paramedics had rushed off with you in tow. The firm look on her face meant she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
“Sir, you’re gonna need to step back, you can’t go in there.” Dean watched as the doors swung back and forth after being smacked open by the gurney. He breathed heavily, his shoulders bouncing up and down with the movement. “You can sit in the waiting room until the doctor comes back.” The nurse gestured behind Sam and Dean. 

Sam turned around and started to follow the yellow line on the floor that said ‘Waiting Area’, Dean just stood still, staring.
The nurse gave Sam a stern look and opened her mouth. Sam put a hand up in an attempt to stem her protests. “You can leave, just let me talk to my brother.” She pursed her lips but nodded eventually and took off after the others. Sam placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, breaking him from his trance. “What if she dies, Sammy. What if she dies and it’s my fault, because I wanted to take on a stupid group of Vamps.” 

Sam had to take a calming breath before be could respond. Not often did he see his brother so broken up. So fragile. “She’s not gonna die, Dean. She’s tough, and she’s been through worse. You remember that time she broke her femur flipping off that bike ramp into the lake?” 

Dean almost smiled. Despite the fact that you had broken a very large bone and had to be rushed to the hospital, you were cracking jokes the entire time. Everyone else panicked whilst you whined about not getting to try that ‘totally awesome bike flip’ again. That is until the shock wore off, then you screamed the whole building down. 

The resulting months you were laid up in bed at Bobby’s meant that Sam and Dean had to go on hunts without you, much to your dismay. Whenever they got back, you insisted that Dean told you everything that happened, every tiny detail so that you wouldn’t feel left out. Some nights Sam would find you two asleep in your bed, Dean with his jacket still on and arm wrapped around your shoulders, his head leaning on the headboard. You, resting your head on his chest, hand on his stomach. 

Dean nodded with the most convincing smile he could muster, which wasn’t very. Slapping Sam on the shoulder twice, he trudged towards the waiting room, Sam in tow. And they waited. 

They waited for 5 hours before the doctor called out their names. Dean had his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees, but at the call he whipped his head up and his eyes locked onto the doctor. A tall woman with red hair, slicked back tight to keep it from getting in her face.
Sam had gone to find a coffee machine after they wiped their faces of blood and balled up their jackets into a plastic bag. They definitely needed some caffeine if they were going to stay in this hospital any longer. 

Dean stood up and walked over to the doctor, expecting her to lead the way to wherever you were. 

“Are you a Mr Sam Winchester?” questioned the doctor. 

“Dean, Sam’s my brother.” 

“And you’re related to the patient…?” 

“She’s my girlfriend.” The doctor could see how anxious Dean was to get to you.
“Listen, I’m going to leave the obvious questions I’m going to have to ask for later. For now, you can go in. She’s not awake, I won’t expect her to wake up for a day or two. The physical trauma on her shoulders and arms might leave her with some numbness in her hands and fingers for a week or so. Your lucky you got here when you did, she…” 
Dean let the doctors voice become a white noise and followed her to your room. By the time he got to the door, the doctor was gone. 

He stood in the doorway, taking in the machines beeping next to you, the tube they had put in your arm, the awful hospital gown they had changed you into. Your arms were discoloured with oddly shaped bruises and there were butterfly stitches on your forehead from where you had been smacked into unconsciousness.
His lip trembled once and his eyes poured with guilt.
Sitting down in the chair next to the bed, he lightly took your hand in his. He brushed his fingers over your cheek and was relieved to feel your natural warmth back and not the frightful iciness that Dean couldn’t get out of his head. Your face was pale, but not as deathly as it was before. Letting a few tears slide down his face, Dean leaned his head forward and pulled up your hand to press it against his forehead, his eyes closed. 

“Come back to me.” He muttered. 

You quietly listened to Sam as he told you everything. Your worry for Dean’s sanity only increased with each sentence. Now you were awake, you were eager to see him. You wiggled your toes experimentally and sat up to slowly slide your legs out of the bed. Sam jumped up to place a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, hey, woah, you can’t get up yet. You’ve been asleep for a week.”
“Exactly, Sammy. I’ve been in bed for a week, time to stretch my legs a bit.” and you wanted to find Dean. You needed to see him.
Sam gave you an agonised look. You raised your eyebrows in challenge. Knowing that he wasn’t going to win, you would only try to get up if he left anyway, he helped you sit up properly. “Just put your arms on my shoulders.”
“I can’t even lift my arms above my elbow, Sam. It feels like there’s pressure on the joints stopping me.” You frowned. 

Sam drew his eyebrows together slightly before it clicked. “The doctor said it might feel like that after they had to pop your arms back in. You haven’t been moving to grease up your joints.” You grimaced at the thought of your arms out of their sockets. “Ew.” 

“Well, they were only half out.” Sam said with a badly hidden grin. He knew you thought bones and sockets and stuff were gross. 

“EW, SAM, STOP IT.” You laughed and nudged his stomach with your knee. He laughed along with you, then you were both interrupted by a quiet voice. 


Dean stood in the doorway holding a Mars bar that the doctor had convinced him to get, saying that if he was going to stay up for days on end then he needed to eat something. Your eyes locked onto his, and you stopped breathing. 

He dropped the bar of chocolate and flew to you, your arms already waiting for him. He squished between your knees, his left hand pushed your head into his shoulder, his other arm wrapped around your back. Your arms still stiff, barely managed to wrap around his waist. Your fingers slid under his shirt and lightly scratched the dimples on his back making him shiver, just needing to feel him.
And you held each other. 

Sam had slipped out of the room at some point. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” Dean whispered and press a kiss into your hair. “I thought you- I’m sorry. This is on me.” You leaned your head back, not willing to be further away from him just yet. His hand travelled down to your neck, staying away from your tender shoulders, bruises peeking out from the neckline of the gown. “You did nothing, Dean. I was the dumb one for not checking how much ammo I had before going into something like that. Had I done that, I wouldn’t have had to reload and leave myself wide open for attack. It’s on me. Not you.” 

Any other day, Dean would have argued. He certainly didn’t agree with you, but for now he let you think he did. You gave him a soft smile, knowing what he was like. 

“Well, are you gonna share that Mars bar with me or are you gonna leave it on the floor? Hint: there’s a right answer, a wrong answer, and a secret amazing boyfriend answer.” 

Dean chuckled, his eyes glistening, and he finally seemed to untense.
“You can have it.” 

“That’s my man.” You beamed up at him, and he beamed back.


A/N: Was that worth the ciiffhanger? I hope so considering I was writing every chance I got. luckily no one at work asked me what I was doing! I’m so humbled by all the kind words everyone has given these little fics. 
i have plans for soo many more, so let me know if you want to be on the tag list! 

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Just Friends - Part 7

Again, I have to thank my girl @letojokerownsme for getting me through this emotional roller coaster of a chapter, for her editing skills, support and suggestions…that always add the perfect bit of spice to this gumbo of a story.

Jared slips his arm from under her head, an attempt not to wake her.  “Go back to sleep,” he whispers, his attempt unsuccessful.  She pulls her aching body into a sitting position, rubbing her swollen eyes.

“I need to talk to Shannon,” she whispers, trying to ignore her aching muscles and slips out of bed, wincing in pain immediately.  “I have to fix this.”

“No!” Jared demands, forcing her to lie back down, his brothers request for time ringing through his mind.  “Baby, please just lie back down.  Get some rest.  Do you really want to put yourself through that again…I mean after last night?”

“Why does every muscle in my body ache?” She mumbles to herself.  “I feel like I tried to run three marathons in a fucking day.”

Jared smiles and kisses her nose.  “The Jared marathon, baby,” he teases, earning a smile from her.

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Day Three (One exception au): “Everything is the same except we had the Library AND the Campfire ;)”

Word Count:1,820

Rating:SH for Should’ve Happened! A.K.A PG!

Author’s Note: My exception is PAPPY JOE! You’ll see why. ;)

“You couldn’t watch him because you were afraid something would happen to him because you like him. You make fun of him because you like him. And you’ve never told me that either. Well, you’re right. I love him like a brother.” Riley looked off into the distance as her heart collapsed. “That’s how I love him.”

Before Maya could say anything, Riley ran off. In that moment, it was clear that her little Ray of Sunshine was lying. She kicked the ground hard. The words she spoke were true but not all at the same time! Yes, she liked Lucas and yes, she thought Riley liked him as a brother, BUT Riley also had never really spent time with a boy that wasn’t a brother, a dad, an uncle or a Farkle, so who was she to say they were like siblings? On the other hand, they acted very much a like and he did call her a blonde beauty and really showed some passion when it came to the art program being cut. BUT he was passionate about all of his friends. BUT he did have a fiery side that really got her going. BUT he didn’t like that side of himself and was striving to change, to be more like Riley… BUT- 

She jumped up and started kicking the nearest thing to her which was a tree stump. WHY WAS THIS ALL SO CONFUSING!  Why couldn’t she just speak what she was feeling?! Why couldn’t someone just tell her what to do!

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Okay so at school today we were practicing for Drag Off (dress up as opposite gender and dance) and I had my Hufflepuff drink bottle out and another Potterhead came up to me and said “How does Draco Malfoy get a girlfriend? He Slitherin to her” and without a beat I turn around and go “no he has a wand fight with him in the bathroom” and she flipped I have no regrets none

C.T.H: Cute Grumpy Cal Imagine for Anon

“And this is the kitchen.” Ashton moved his head to the side to show the kitchen more. He was walking around with Y/N’s Mac book in his hand, giving the fans a tour of Calum and Y/N’s house through twitcam.

“I’m pretty sure they’ve fucked on that counter.” Michael spoke up and they began laughing.

“Y/N! You’re out of grapes!” Luke yelled, closing the door to the refrigerator, holding the jug of MinuteMaid Lemonade.

“That’s because you ate them all!” She yelled from the living room.“ And do not drink out of the container for God’s sake! I already have to scold Calum about doing it everyday.”

“Okay.” Luke said, but still put the container up to his lips anyway, gulping it down and placing it back into the refrigerator.

“He drunk out of the container!” Michael snitched and Luke flipped him off.


“No I didn’t! He’s lying!”

Meanwhile the laughs from both Ashton and Calum echoed throughout the house before Ashton made his way to the last room of the house.

“And here are the two love birds in their natural habitat.” He joked and showed the two. They were cuddled up on the couch, Calum’s head placed on her boobs while he laid on top of her with his eyes closed. Y/N had her phone in one hand while the other lightly scratched his head.

“They’re so cute.” Michael cooed and Y/N side eyed him with a slight smile on her face. “My little Calum grew up so fast. Just six months ago he was a  single virgin.” He began to fake cry and wiped a few tears.

“Fuck off, Michael.” He groaned and Michael began to laugh.

“They’ve been on this couch for almost two hours now.” Luke said, walking over and sitting on top of Calum.“Wake up.”

“Get the fuck off.” Calum groaned and Luke chuckled, reaching over to pinch his cheeks.

“Why are you so sleepy, Clummy?”

“Stop."he whined since his hands was locked around her waist and he couldn’t get them free to move Luke.

"Did you guys have sex before we got here?”

“Michael! You can’t just ask them questions like that, that’s rude.”

“We did, actually.” Calum smirked and the boys groaned out in disgust. “Which is why it took us forever to open the door.”

“And neither of us have on underwear.” Y/N added.“ And no we’re not joking.”

“You guys are gross.” Luke gagged and went to sit on the floor instead.“ You can never just keep it in your pants.”

“I swear to you guys, they have sex atleast two to three times a week.” Ashton sat the camera on the coffee table and the boys sat on the floor in front of the couch.

“Move!” Calum whined when Ashton’s hair brushed up against his face.“ You guys are so annoying.”

“You weren’t saying that last night.” Michael retaliated and Y/N let out a giggle.

“That’s because he was with me all night.”

“You fucked last night too?!” Luke looked back and Calum laughed, Y/N keeping a smile on her face.

The boys began to read out and answer some of the questions the fans were sending in while Calum slowly dozed off, and Y/N just stayed quiet while scratching his head and scrolling tumblr. Y/N eventually locked her phone and began to participate, noting not to talk so loud since Calum was almost completely sleep.

“The fans wanna know when is Calum grumpy?”

“Like ninety percent of the day.” She laughed and Calum groaned, pinching her back lightly.

“Not true.”

“He’s grumpy when he wakes up in the morning, when he’s hungry,  when he doesn’t get his way, when I don’t give him kisses or cuddles, and when he’s sleepy.”

“Or when I’m horny.” He spoke up.

“Nah, you’re whiney and touchy when you’re horny.”


“Oh! He’s grumpy when he’s been away from her for too long, or of he hasn’t talked to her in a few days.” Michael told them and the other two agreed.

“Remember when he refused to do soundcheck because he was trying to face time her."Luke said, leaning his head back

"What? When?” Y/N asked and Calum glared at the three on the floor.

“We were like what, four months in tour? And we has to go to sound check, but Calum told us he was about to face time you ‘cause he missed you and hadn’t talked to you in a few days.” Ashton explained.“ So when we told him that even though you were important, sound check was important too, and he went ballistic.”

“I did not!”

“Yes you did!” Ashton yelled back.“You were going off on everybody for no reason.”

“Shut up, Ashton.”

“That’s so cute, babe.” Y/N cheesed and looked down at Calum. His face turned red and the boys began to laugh.

“Is the Calum Hood, blushing?”

“I hate all of you.” He turned his head the other way and they began to poke him.“ Stop!”

“Alright, that’s enough guys. Let my baby go to sleep.”

“Make them leave.” Calum mumbled and the boys smacked their lips.

“You heard the man.”


“I go by his commands. Out.” She pointed to the door and the boys groaned, standing up.

“I love you so much.” Calum held his head up with his lips puckered for a kiss and Y/N leaned down a bit to peck them.

“I love you too.” Another peck and he rolled his eyes when the boys erupted into awes.

“Get the fuck out!” He yelled and heard Ashton say goodbye to the fans and the boys slamming the door behind them not too long after.
“I hate this band.”

“You love them.” Y/N chuckled and closed her eyes.

“Nah. I love you, though.” He smiled, placing a kiss to her chest and burying his face into her neck.


Characters: Jimin x Reader
Length: 1104 words
Genre: Fluff
Comments: Dad! Jimin

Since everyone knows that I’m a hoe for Jimin, I thought that it was time to bring that side of me to good use…. 

Originally posted by baebsaes

Time was ticking away.

The buttons of the blouse you had thrown on were giving you trouble, though after your third attempt of trying to push the little knob through the hole in the fabric, you finally made it and moved on to tuck the top into your skirt.

You threw one last look into the mirror to see if you had to touch up on anything else, but as far as you could tell, you were almost ready to go.


You called out for your husband, turning your head to watch him lie there, spread out on the white bed sheets, his hair messily falling into his face as his chest rose and sunk steadily.

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While The Grass Grows 1



It’s also on ffnet

When a new school year started, Marinette noticed almost immediately that Adrien had gotten taller. Although she was trying hard not to notice too much, it was obvious that he had filled out a little too–his shoulders seemed broader especially, and from what she could see of his forearms, he was probably working out. Alya asked her several times during the first week of school if she was okay, and Marinette had to come up with new excuses each time ‘it’s just a little hot in here’ 'I’m just disappointed to be back in this classroom’–but Alya, perceptive as ever, clearly wasn’t fooled.

It was well into October before Marinette realized that actually, Chat Noir was taller, too.

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My Girls | Stiles Stilinski Imagine

request : hi! can you do an imagine where Y/N finds out she is pregnant with Stiles’ baby but they are best friends (not dating) and she has to tell him but is afraid and Stiles freaks out and idk make something beautiful of it. ❤️ thank you xx

a/n : and the award for going overboard with requests goes to… me. ofc. note; the reader and stiles are a little older in this, and allison is alive bc her being alive and happy gives me joy. 

One of your hands kept a firm grip on your cell phone, the other holding your positive pregnancy test. You placed the phone on top of the counter, turning on the speaker option. Allison’s voice rang out over the phone, concerned. “Well? What does it say, Y/N?” You knew Lydia, Kira, and Malia were all crowded around the phone, listening anxiously to your answer, which you sighed out in defeated. 

“It’s positive.” There was silence on both ends, ruptured by Lydia’s sharp intake of breath. “I’m pregnant,” you repeated, more to yourself than to the girls. You could hear them whispering on the other end, telling each other to be quiet in not so hushed voices. You grabbed your phone off the counter, slumping down to the floor and holding your head in your hands. “I have to tell him, don’t I?” 

“Well… yes,” said Kira hesitantly, causing you to groan into your hands. “He won’t take it bad, will he? Stiles isn’t like that. I’m sure everything will be fine,” she reassured you, always the optimist. Then came Malia, voicing your innermost thoughts in her blunt manner as per usual. 

“Or he could flip out and run away screaming.” You heard someone groan loudly, probably Lydia, and then Allison took the phone away from all of three them. “Malia is just joking, Y/N. Everything is going to be perfectly fine. And even if things don’t go exactly as you hope, we’re here for you. Always.” 

“What would I do without you girls?” You wondered, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Probably explode,” you told her, earning a laugh on the other end. “Stiles is coming over in a little while, anyway. We were going to hang out. I guess I have to change the plans now, right?” You laughed nervously. 

“It’ll be fine, Y/N,” Allison repeated, and you knew she was smiling comfortingly like she always did even though you couldn’t see her. “Good luck, love you.”

“Love you, too.” You opened the bathroom door after hanging up, pulling your hair up into a ponytail and beginning to freshen up. You did your best to pull off the look that said, ‘No, I wasn’t just flipping the fuck out an hour ago, what are you talking about?’ You washed your face, took deep breaths. 

There was still no way to calm you down. You were pregnant. You were nineteen, you were pregnant with your best friend’s baby, and you had absolutely no idea how he was going to react because he was unpredictable and crazy relatively all of the time. There was a part of you that knew he wouldn’t totally abandon you… but there was another part of you that disagreed. Stiles was almost twenty, you both had your whole life ahead of you, this could ruin everything. You absentmindedly rubbed your hand along your stomach. You didn’t want to give up your baby. 

You heard the sound of keys jingling in the doorway to your apartment. Stiles had his own key, and used it frequently. “Y/N? You didn’t ditch me did ya?” He called, smiling broadly when you walked out of your bedroom. You forced your own smile, hugging him hesitantly. He pulled away slowly, his face scrunched. “What’s wrong? You feeling okay?” His hand still cupping your face, he leaned in unwittingly, examining your expression for any sign of illness. “Are you sick?” 

“No, no, not really,” you replied uneasily, taking his hand in yours and leading him to the couch. He looked thoroughly confused and somewhat alarmed, which was pretty understandable. “I-I just need to, um, you know… tell you something. About me. And you… if you want, of course, I mean… I can’t force you to do anything but you know, um, i-it’s not a big deal. I mean, it is… but, I don’t know-” He gently covered your mouth with his hand, amusement in his eyes. 

“You can tell me anything,” said Stiles. “Is… is it about what happened at Lydia’s party? Listen, it doesn’t have to mean anything… we were drunk, ya know? Really, really drunk. Things happened, but we don’t have to discuss it further. Unless you want to.” 

“I know, but… it did mean something. I didn’t mean for it to mean something, but then other things happened, and now there’s this whole thing…” you trailed off, sighing. He waited patiently, smiling encouragingly at you. “Um… Stiles, I’m, um, I’m pregnant.” 


More silence.

He stood up from the couch, dropping your hand abruptly. He took a step back,  his lips parted slightly. He couldn’t breathe for a second. You were pregnant. Pregnant. With his child. Oh god oh god oh god he couldn’t breathe at all. His throat felt as if it were closing, and it took you a moment to realize what was happening. You pulled him back onto the couch, hands on his face as he continued breathing heavily, brown eyes wide and fearful, his heart pounding in his chest. He was freaking out. You stroked his face soothingly, cooing in a soft whisper. “Hey, hey, Stiles look at me. Look at me, Stiles.” He did. You had never seen him so nervous; at least, for a reason having to do with actual human problems. His breathing slowed slightly, but he still couldn’t talk. “It doesn’t have to mean anything, okay? You- you don’t have to take care of the baby. I understand, all right? I understand if you don’t want the baby… but I do. I’ll raise the baby by myself if I have to, I just thought you had a right to know.” 

He swallowed thickly, his hands shaking still as he answered you. “What are you talking about? Of course I’m going to help you take care of them. It’s just… you know, you’re pregnant. It freaked me out. It’s scary. You know? We’re like, adults, that are going to have a baby.” You laughed shakily, nodding before taking your hands off his face. A small frown appeared on his face at that, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. 

“Yeah, yeah I know. It’s scary. Nerve wracking. But… kind of exciting?” He nodded eagerly as well, smiling. 

“And hey, listen, I’m going to be with you. For everything. We don’t have to pretend to be a couple or anything, not if we don’t feel that way about each other, but I’m still going to be with you. Always. Got it?” 

You sighed in relief, glad you didn’t have to go through this alone. You wrapped your arms around him, your head on his shoulder as he lightly squeezed your waist. He placed a gentle kiss to your temple. “Got it.” 

Two Years Later. 

Your daughter sat on the floor, cheerfully playing with the rose petals that sat in the small white wicker basket. She threw them up in the air, giggling loudly when they fluttered all around her tiny body. You crouched down on the floor next to her, white flowers woven in your hair. The little one had a certain innocent fasciation with those flowers that only one years could have. 

“What are you doing, Claudia?” You cooed, chuckling as she blinked up at you with big brown eyes and an adorable little smile. You took her teddy bear out from behind your back, and she snatched it almost immediately, her eyes shining with delight as she gnawed on its ear. “Couldn’t find your bear so you started playing with your flowers, huh?” She nodded slightly, kicking her feet in the air. “You have to save those for the ceremony, Clauds. C’mon, daddy is waiting for us. You remember what to do?” 

“Yes!” She cheered, proudly showing off her use of one of the words in her very limited vocabulary. 

“Good girl!” You grinned, just as you had been doing for that entire day. You weren’t sure if you were going to ever stop smiling. You didn’t think you could. You picked her up, making sure to pick up her little basket and teddy bear in the process. She stuck the bear in the basket, showing you with another proud smile. You walked out of the room, careful not to trip over your excruciatingly long dress. You made your way to your mother, who was waiting for you both and was already tearing up. She held up her camera the moment you walked into the room, snapping a picture with the flash shining directly in your eyes. You winced. “Ma! No pictures unless you give me a warning,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes as Claudia did the same, whining. 

“Let Auntie Lydia see the baby,” Lydia commanded, strutting over to you and Claudia with Allison, Kira, and Malia in tow. They all crowded around you and your daughter, cooing loudly at how adorable she is. “She has Stiles’ eyes, how did I not notice before?” Allison admired, poking Claudia’s cheek, making her giggle. 

“Make sure she doesn’t wander off while doing her job, she kept getting distracted during the rehearsals,” you sighed, shaking your head as you handed her to Lydia. 

“She’s fourteen months old, you seriously expect her to have concentration skills?” Kira laughed, adjusting the baby’s little shoes. Malia helped her steady herself on the floor, fluffing up her dress and handing Claudia the small basket of rose petals. 

“Considering Stiles is her father, I’m not sure if she’ll ever develop those skills,” you smiled down at her, kissing the top of her head. The girls made sure you dress didn’t wrinkle. Your mom walked back in again, a sad smile on her face. “Don’t cry, mom. Really.” 

“I know, I know,” she shushed you, giving you a small hug. “It’s time, though. Scott’s waiting.” You nodded anxiously, and you could hear the music outside beginning to play. You took a deep breath, your best friends and your little girl assembling in a neat formation behind you. Your veil in front of your eyes, bouquet in hand, it was time. 

Scott stood just before the entrance, arm extended to you and a beam on his face. “You ready, Y/N?” He asked, glancing at you. 

“Yeah, definitely.” 

You kept your eyes closed almost the entire time you walked shakily down the aisle. You could hear Claudia giggling wildly as she amiably threw her rose petals around, bouncing up and down as Lydia and Allison tried to keep her quiet. And then, you were up there, under the little archway, and your veil was being lifted up by none other than Stiles Stilinski, the widest smile to ever grace his lips planted firmly on his face, his eyes bright with intense happiness. His face was flushed slightly, but so was yours, and he looked so god damn handsome in his suit and tie that he swore he was never going to wear again after graduation. Claudia was watching you both with fascination, sitting impatiently in the seats with your mom, who was sniffling loudly and obviously. Stiles’ dad was doing the same, rubbing at his eyes constantly. 

Stiles’ groomsmen were all smiling, even Derek. Scott was shamelessly tearing up. Walking the girl he had known his entire life down the aisle so that she could marry his best friend tended to be a little emotional. Just a bit. The entire ceremony went by in a blur, up until the part where Stiles took out his crumpled piece of paper where he had written his vows. He cleared his throat, still beaming at you, but nervously. 

“Y/N, you were always, always my best friend. You and Scott have always been there for me, but of course, I’m not marrying Scott today. I’m marrying you. To be completely honest, I’ve pictured this moment in my head a million times this past year, and never could I have expected it to come so soon. I never always thought of you in this way. A lot of people here today think that I’m only doing this because we have a beautiful daughter. That I feel bad because we weren’t together when you got pregnant. That’s not the case. I fell in love with two years ago, a little after you told me about Claudia, and it wasn’t because you were pregnant. It was because my eyes were open, finally. Realizing that I loved you was like waking up from always being half asleep. It’s like… it’s like I’m awake now. I told you that I would never leave you, or our daughter. Ever. I plan to keep that promise for as long as I can, because I love you both so fucking much- wait, am I allowed to say that? Ignore that, ignore that. Anyways, I love you both so, so much. I hope I can continue to do that for the rest of our lives.” 

“Stupid idiot, always making me cry,” you mumbled, taking his sleeve wiping your eyes on it. He laughed, a few tears running down his own face. A little while later, when you spoke the words “I do,” he kissed you so forcefully, with so much more love and passion poured into it than you had ever felt before. You both forgot you were in public, your hands tangling in his hair before you could stop yourself, the whistles of the crowd echoing in your ears as you were officially declared Y/N Stilinski. 

You felt a sharp tug on your dress, and you broke apart from your husband, red faced. You looked down, lifting little Claudia up in your arms. Stiles grinned, moving forward to wrap an arm around your waist and cup the back of Claudia’s head. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, staring adoringly at her as you stared adoringly at him. “Hi, my princess,” he murmured to her, kissing her gently on the forehead. He looked back up at you, at the ring on your finger, savoring the thought of you as being Mrs. Stilinski for a lifetime. God, he loved the sound of that. It was just him, you, and Claudia. His girls. 

He never wanted that to change.