so he claps and looks around for everyone around him to clap with him

our little family pt.1 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader 

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au 

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever. 

Parts: 1 2

“Jieun-ah, please.” Jimin sighed, as he tried putting her arms through the sleeves of her baby pink coat, which she shrugged back off again for the nth time making Jimin let out a soft groan in exasperation.

“Jieun-ah…” Jimin pleaded.

“I don’t want to go to school daddy.” Jieun said softly, pouting as she looked at her dad with round eyes, the corners watering slightly as Jimin felt his resolve weaken at the sight of his little girl before him.

Sighing, he grabbed her hands and put on a large grin, “Jieun-ah, It’ll be fun!” he tried cheering, “Daddy had loved going to school all his life (what a lie) and really wished he could go again.”

“Then why don’t you come with me?” Jieun asked, tugging at the ends of her little pale blue sundress, the color contrasting strongly against her raven blank hair that tumbled around her shoulders in soft curls.

Cradling her face in his hands, her cheeks squishing up together making Jimin chuckle slightly, he said, “Daddy’s too old now, but if anything happens I’ll be there for you, alright? Do you wanna go now? I promise it’ll be great.”

“Pinky promise?” Jieun asked, holding out her pinky to Jimin’s face as he laughed a little, hooking her tiny pinky within his and bringing them together before pressing a small kiss to her hands, “I promise baby.”

“Hi guys!! Welcome! Hello!” you smiled happily as the kids walked one by one into your class, all their faces with expressions that varied, some happy, some mad, some scared and some with tears and snot dripping from their little noses.

Oh children. 

“There you go Jieun-ah, I’ll pick you up in a couple hours okay?”

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Ever think about being Harry’s date to an award show?

He’s so excited telling you that he’s been invited to the Oscars and that he wants you to come with him. But when you remind him that of course he’s invited, he’s nominated, he just laughs and shakes his head, mumbling, “Oh, right, forgot about tha’.”   

He insists on buying you the prettiest outfit, setting up countless appointments with your favorite designers. And he’d attend every one, showering you with compliments after every change. But you know you’ve got a winner when his jaw unhinges, tongue lolling to the side as he takes in the way the fabric hugs your every curve, the color compliments your skin tone, and how the style is so quintessentially you

In the car, he can’t keep his hands off you, though he’s careful not to muss your hair or smear your makeup. At first, you try to keep him from pawing at you, but you have to admit his blue polka dotted Gucci suit fits him exquisitely, and the way he’s left the top few buttons of the pale blue shirt gaping to give a peek of his strong chest has you swooning. Your resolve melts half way to the theater after you whimper a why and he answers, “I’ve got no control around yeh in this dress, kitten.” So Harry and you take turns placing kisses in concealable spots, delicately slipping fingers beneath clothes to feel each other without ruffling or creasing the fabric. 


But that doesn’t mean the both of you aren’t flushed from exertion when it’s time to exit the car and walk the carpet. 

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hamilton + marriage proposal headcanons

masterlist

you had to know this one was coming next.

alexander

  • he does it in a public place of course
  • literally in the middle of the food court
  • it really wasnt safe to carry it in his pocket in the mall but. he did it anyway
  • he gets down on one knee
  • in the f o od court
  • and because of that you genuinely think hes just tying his shoe
  • who the fuck proposes in a food court surrounded by teenagers who might get wrong ideas and french fries
  • apparently alexander hamilton
  • so you’re looking around and waiting for him to finish 
  • and when you look back theres a box in his hand
  • and he… takes out a… folded up piece of paper…
  • ITS A POEM…….
  • and he READS IT OUT LOUD and its so CUTE but youre also SO EMBARRASSED because theres a part about how much he LOVES YOU IN BED
  • and after what felt like six hours he finally just says… “will you marry me?”
  • you hug him and pull him very close
  • (you mainly want him to shut up and for him to not talk about you in the nude in public anymore)
  • (he will ask you if it took too long. say yes. it was. he will then say “you know what else is long”)

john

  • this boy…
  • is so romantic…
  • he puts his heart into everything he does!!!
  • so he takes you to a little hillside in a park or in the countryside
  • and takes you for a picnic and everything is really nice
  • he packed all of your favourite foods and drinks and desserts and hes wearing a really nice white dress shirt and black pants
  • theres a little letter at the bottom of the basket he wants you to read
  • the dedication is really cute (”to the love of my life”)
  • but when you finish reading the letter… he is gone?
  • you are clearly very worried and you stand up and start looking around frantically 
  • and he is behind you and behind him is laf, alex, and herc
  • they’re all wearing…. matching outfits….
  • he starts s i n g ing and da nc ing
  • and when the song is finished he rushes over to you and gives you a big hug
  • and he keeps going
  • he gets down on one knee and has the BIGGEST, HAPPIEST GRIN ON HIS FRECKLED FACE 
  • and when he asks you to marry him
  • you’re probably blubbering and maybe crying because its so goddamn cute and hes so goddamn cute and hes like ”oh god did i do something wrong”
  • and you just shake your head and say yes, you do want to marry him
  • and the boys are in the background smiling, and sweating after all of the choreo they did
  • seriously. they’d been practicing for weeks.
  • (they said john even yelled at them once because he wanted it to be perfect)

lafayette

  • if there’s. ANYONE who is going to ask you to marry him in a restaurant
  • it’s lafayette.
  • he takes you out to a really fancy dinner
  • and you both dress up really nice
  • and you get what you swear to god is the nicest food you’ve ever eaten
  • and you laugh and smile and talk throughout dinner
  • but he seems… somewhat…. nervous and awkward
  • and he’s normally this smooth talking guy
  • and its… very suspicious
  • and its even MORE suspicious when he says he forgot his wallet and that you have to pay
  • and you’re like “…. alright???? …. i geuss?????”
  • he apologizes a lot, more than he ever has before
  • and when the bill comes in the lil wallet holder folder thing made of leather
  • and you start rummaging through your wallet for the money
  • he looks very panicked that you actually are going to pay
  • and he’s like “no no y/n please look in the folder thing please”
  • and you open it and tHERES A RING SITTING THERE ON TOP OF THE BILL
  • and he snatches it before you can do anything and proposes in front of everyone!!!
  • (you see a few waitresses cry)
  • (he repeats over and over that he doesn’t actually want you to pay)
  • (kiss him. he deserves it. he was so scared.)

hercules

  • you are completely alone when he proposes.
  • he just… does it in your living room?
  • he steps out of the bedroom and he has a shirt in his hands
  • and he’s quietly like “y/n i made this for you can you try it on?”
  • and you take it and somehow wrestle it onto your body
  • you don’t even know whats on it. you just look at him and tell him it fits
  • and he’s like “go look in the mirror and tell me if you like it”
  • and when you go to the bathroom and look in the mirror it says “will you marry me?” in big sparkly pink font
  • when you go back out hes wearing… a MATCHING SHIRT…
  • and he’s already down on one knee and you approach him
  • and he hits you with the pick up line he said when you first met
  • and you BURST into laughter
  • once you’ve calmed down he’s like “in all seriousness y/n… will you marry me?”
  • and when you say yes, he j u mp s up and tackles you onto the couch
  • (like it actually slightly hurt a little bit) 
  • and he’s very apologetic
  • and to make it up to you he starts kissing you everywhere he can reach
  • (he made the shirt very revealing… for a reason)

angelica

  • its going to be big.
  • its going to be very big because she has to live up to her own high standards that she and everyone else has set for herself
  • so she takes you to a really busy tourist destination
  • that you’ve probably been to a million times
  • and you’re like “ok nice can we go now angelica”
  • and she’s like hang on… i’m waiting for something
  • and when you’re probably starting to get really annoyed because you’ve been there for the longest time
  • music starts playing that wasn’t playing before
  • and its your favourite love song
  • (whatever genre, whatever artist, your favourite song is playing)
  • and you’re like wow angelica this is really funny huh? its my favourite song
  • and she gulps, really loudly, and takes you by the hands
  • and sits you down in a chair in the MIDDLE OF THE BUSY PART OF THE TOURIST DESTINATION THAT WASN’T THERE BEFORE
  • and peggy and eliza emerge from the crowd
  • and, for you, they sing the rest of your favourite love song with beautiful harmony and really cute and simple dance moves
  • and by the end everyone around you is clapping and you’re clapping but still you’re…. probably confused because… why did she serenade you in public
  • and angelica gets down on one knee
  • and she asks you to marry her in the most simple phrase
  • just straight up. “Will you marry me”
  • you stand up and nod
  • and when you say yes everyone EXPLODES
  • and everyone is cheering and clapping and she kisses you and you’re both laughing
  • (”was it good y/n” “yes angelica” “are you sure cuz if it wasn’t good then i can redo it” “angelica it was great” “are you satisfied” “ye s”)

eliza

  • the two of you are out for coffee and you both are having a good time
  • laughing and typing away at your laptops or doing work
  • and eliza excuses herself to go to the bathroom
  • and so you’re texting on your phone waiting for her to come back
  • when one of the baristas calls your name even though you didnt order another drink
  • but you go over and retrieve the cup that is apparently yours
  • and try to take a sip from it because like… free drink hell yeah
  • but theres…. nothing inside but this little hollow noise???
  • so with an eyebrow raised, you take off the lid, and there’s this… beautiful ring at the very bottom.
  • like, it probably shouldn’t be there because if someone got the wrong cup, they would not return it
  • you know the ring is for you and that it’s from eliza but you… can’t see her? 
  • even the barista seems confused?
  • and then she shyly emerges from the bathroom and is like “DO YOU LIKE IT Y/N” across the entire cafe
  • and you’re like… “yes eliza i love it”
  • and so she runs on over and takes the cup from your hands and pulls the ring out
  • and she doesnt get down on one knee but she does help you sit up on the counter top
  • and she’s like “you know what i love? you”
  • and then she proposes. and she’s blushy and really flushed and has the goofiest, sweetest smile suspended on her face and she talks about how helpless you make her feel 
  • and when you say yes, she does this lil dance and picks you up by the waist and spins you around
  • and then she realizes she can’t carry you because she is smol!!! so you climb down
  • and she slips the ring onto your finger and kisses you and she tastes like hot chocolate
  • and its… amazing

thomas

  • he just got back from a really long business trip
  • and hes been away for weeks
  • and when you go to pick him up at the airport
  • hes sweaty, and his hair is kind of flat, and he looks more exhausted than you’ve ever seen him
  • but he still looks so happy to see you
  • and when you guys are hugging, he whispers “what’d i miss” into your ear
  • (which is an ongoing joke between the two of you)
  • and you whisper “you missed me” in return
  • and you feel his smirk grow against your cheek
  • but when you finally pull away after about ten years of hugging
  • hes not smiling and he says, very seriously, “i never want to have to miss you that much ever again”
  • and he gets down on one knee and opens a small pocket of his suitcase
  • and pulls out a ring.
  • and he says this big long speech about how much he loves you
  • and how much he missed you
  • and every little thing about you he loves
  • (and backs it up with evidence)
  • eventually, he’s almost fallen asleep when he says, “will you marry me?”
  • and you get down so you’re level with him and you say “yes, thomas, i’ll marry you. now let’s go home”
  • (when he wakes up the next morning he double-checks to make sure you said yes)
  • (you say yes, you did say yes. “did you miss that thomas?”)

madison

  • lets face it.
  • this man probably wouldn’t go out of his way to propose
  • he loves you, of course, but you know that
  • and he knows that very much
  • and he doesnt feel the need to prove it to you with some big declaration?
  • (”i bet hamilton would do something lame like serenade you or read a poem, pssh”)
  • so you’re most likely in your bed just cuddling
  • and when you begin to pull away to get water or get changed, he looks over and just goes
  • “marry me?”
  • and you fall back into bed and tell him that you’d love to.
  • (he doesnt have the ring yet)
  • (he promises he will take you shopping when he’s not working)
  • (he works a lot)
  • (it will take a very long time to get your ring)
  • (he also doesnt want to go out when hes sick cuz he doesnt wanna cough all over really expensive rings)
  • (he apologizes profusely)
  • (tell him you love him anyway)
  • (and kiss him)

aaron

  • he is very shy
  • and has been carrying around the ring for months.
  • literally. months.
  • (he’s afraid you’re going to say no)
  • (like, very afraid you’re going to say no)
  • (he doesn’t put himself out like this a lot)
  • and hes also been waiting for the perfect moment!!
  • so one day you’re in a bookstore you both like
  • and amidst the stacks of books and paper
  • he gets down one on knee and is biting his lip because hes so nervous…
  • but he does it anyway!!! because he loves you!!! and really wants to marry you!!!
  • he wants it more than anything in his life!!!
  • he has a really!!! really cute and cliche speech about how much he loves you
  • talks about how beautiful you are every ten words
  • explains to you that you are the best thing in his life and never wants to lose you!!! but stutters his way through it
  • wants to put the ring on your finger while hes kneeling and… kisses your ring finger oh gosh…
  • he may… stay on the ground……. ???
  • (he wants you to either meet him on the ground or pull him up)
  • (pull him up by the collar and kiss him. he will smile so wide after)
  • (he might ask you later if it was romantic enough. tell him yes.)
No Strings (VII)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 4,956

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by mayfifolle

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Save Me A Dance

Pairing: Y/N/Calum

Rating: All

Request: Yes

Words: 4.000+

Summary: Y/N is sad at her best friend’s wedding when realizing that she’s so behind, she doesn’t have a future with someone and most probably will end up alone. That changes when Calum catches her at the hallway ready to leave and proves that it doesn’t take the title of husband and wife to have the best dance of her life

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Fifteen

Summary: You make your singing debut at Jailbreak, but the performance high doesn’t last long as your hormones start to mess with your relationships.
Words: 3.4k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Danneel, JJ
Warnings: angst, aggressive confrontations, physical violence
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

The rest of the convention ran smoothly. You didn’t have any more solo (or, supposedly solo) panels, and you and Jared got through your duo without raising suspicions.

For some reason, Jared was completely off of everyone’s radar when it came to who might be your baby daddy, but that didn’t mean you could afford to give anybody a reason to suspect him. You still had to be careful.

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Her Favorite Genius

This is my fic for @passionate-hedgehog‘s exchange!  I got @stunudo to write for!

She only had a couple preferences: that it takes place within the first eleven seasons and that it has JJ, Garcia, and Spencer in it.

Coming up with an idea for this was easier than I expected.  This is inspired by the end of season 8 episode 5, where JJ announces Henry is going trick-or-treating as his favorite profiler, Spencer.  In this fic, Spencer and Y/N’s daughter decides to go as her favorite tech genius!

Hope you like this darling, I really enjoyed writing it!  Sorry, it’s a little short, I’ve hit a stump and really needed something to get me out of it.  This helped, but I hope it’s good nonetheless!

Originally posted by heroofretribution

“No trick-or-treating for you this year?” Rossi asked Morgan as they made their way through the bullpen.

The chiseled man chuckled and shook his head.  “Tempting but I think not.”

“How about dinner?  I’ll buy,” Rossi offered, smirking at his coworker.

“I’ll take a free meal any day.”

“What about Jenn, Y/N?  She still not going to trick-or-treat?” Rossi asked Y/N.  She was stacking file folders on her desk, trying to organize quickly so she could get out of there.

“Funny you mention that,” she replied with a smirk.  “She’s changed her mind.”

“Everyone,” Spencer said from the doorway.  “As you all know, little Jenn said she didn’t want to go trick-or-treating this year because she was a bit nervous about it.”

“Takes after her father,” Penelope said with a smirk.  “What changed her mind?”

“Well,” Y/N said, “I told her that if she doesn’t want to go, she doesn’t have to, but that meant she wouldn’t get to show everyone what she dressed up as.”

“You blackmailed a toddler?” Derek asked amused.

“She wanted so badly to dress up as her hero and favorite genius that she decided to come here and around the rest of the Bureau to get her candy.”

“She’s dressing up as Spencer?” Penelope gushed, placing a hand over her heart.

“Nope,” Y/N said with a grin.

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Are you that mean in person? - Anthony Ramos x reader

Soulmate Au where the first word you say is tattooed on them forever 

Requests are - Always open feel free to leave one :)

you were walking down the street on your way to the theater you were in the show ‘Heathers’ you Played ‘Heather Chandler’ whom was one of the leads this job was amazing, this job seems like a walk in the park when you see the show… but its not. 

you see everyone on set had found their soulmates except you, you had always dreamed of it but no.

“Good news cast.” your directer Yelled and clapped his hands 

Everyone turned their heads towards him you were putting the finishing touches on your hair and you turned around and looked at him your back leaning on your dresser desk.

“Lin Manuel Miranda, Anthony Ramos, And Daveed Digg’s, are coming to the show tonight.” he yelled and everyone clapped but you. you were just nervous Hamilton was one of your favorite musicals ever. And Lin Manuel Miranda was your favorite person ever. In the heights was your all time favorite!

“Y/N. Snap out of it.” your friend Barrett (She Plays veronica.) she yelled and snapped her fingers in your face and you snapped out of it when you did her look of worry went back to her happy self

“Are you okay? you zoned out.” she laughed and sat down and worked on her hair

“Ye-”

“Everyone places please.” the female voice over the speakers exclaimed 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Suddenly the music for Candy store started playing you hot hyped this song was your favorite to sing the dancing was os fun. don’t get me wrong it was a workout but it got you so exited 

“Are we going to have problem?” you asked in your ‘Heather’ voice “You got a bone to pick?” “You’ve come so far why now are you pulling on my dick?”

Everyone laughed and you saw Anthony’s eyes staring into your soul 

“Id normally slap your face off. and everyone here could watch.” you sassed and gestured towards the audience  “But i’m feeling nice, heres now advice listen up biotch.” you screamed and started shaking your hips as choreographed 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Well, Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.” you screamed and crossed your arms looking over Barrett’s shoulder everyone started clapping and laughing and you could see Anthony’s smile from the front row he was laughing and slapping his knee and Lin was laughing to. 

the musical carried on till it was time for the finale bow you walked out with Elle (Heather Mcnamara) and with Alice (Heather duke) 

You guys bowed and then it was Ryan’s (J.D) and Barrett’s turn they and bowed and then you all grabbed hands and you guys bowed 

The audience Stood up and clapped and screamed you heard a “Y/N i love you!!.” you laughed and waved to all the people who had spent a lot of money to be here 

You guys walked off stage and to your dressing room so you could de Heather

when you were finished you walked towards the stage door when they opened it  there was lots of screaming and lots of fans it always made you so happy to see all the fans. 

you walked around giving hugs, signing stuff, taking pics, etc, 

“Y/N, Y/N, Over here.” you heard a female voice say you looked around and then saw a girl around 14 with a smile on her face you smiled and walked over.

“Hey sweetie.” you spoke sweetly at the girl

“h-hi Y/N! can i get a video of you singing candy store?” she asked nervously

“of course! Elle! Alice come over here please”

They walked over smiling but confused at the same time 

“This young lady wants us to sing candy store.” 

“1 2, 1 2 3 4.” you said and started singing and people took out their cameras and watching

“I like looking hot buying stuff they cannot.” 

“I like.”

“Drinking hard, maxing dads credit card.”

“I like.”

“Skipping gym scaring her screwing him.” you sang and pointed to some girl and then to Anthony who was watching with his arms crossed 

“I like.”

“Killer clothes, kicking nerds in the nose!”

“if you lack the balls you can go play dolls let your mommy fix you a snack.”

“Woah!”

“Or you could come smoke pound some rum and coke in my Porsha with the quarterback.”

“Woah! woah! woah!”

“Honey whatcha waiting for? welcome to my candy store, time for you to prove your not a loser anymore. and step into my candy store.”

the song went on till the end and you hugged the girl and walked off till you heard from behind you

“Are you that mean in person? cause if so then ill leave.” the person Laughed 

“Well, i can be so don’t get on my bad side.” you laughed and turned around to see Anthony Ramos

Suddenly you felt burning in your wrist and you yelped in pain and fell to your knees you held your wrist tightly – suddenly you heard a groan come from Anthony but you couldn’t see what was going on you had shut your eyes tight.

The pain finally stopped and you looked at your wrist to see the words 

Are you that mean in person? cause if so then ill leave.

“W-What?” you asked yourself asked and looked at Anthony his wrist had the words

Well, i can be so don’t get on my bad side.

you guys just looked at each other in shock 

“i’m Anthony.” he said and held his hand out so you could stand up.

“I know.” you laughed and took his hand

“Wanna go get some dinner?”

“I have one more show in 2 hours.”

“Then wanna go get a drink after your show?”

“Id like that.” 

You pecked his cheek and walked away 

13 Reasons Why Preference: Hogwarts AU

Writing is mine; gifs are not (not all of the gifs are cooperating and im sad about it so if you can’t see them, sorry)

Originally posted by mystery--box

Jeff Atkins

You sighed contentedly as you sat in Slughorn’s Potions class, listening to Hermione Granger describe the sweet smelling potion, Amortentia, sitting in front of you. “It smells different to every person, depending on what they are most attracted to.” she was explaining. 

“What do you smell?” you heard a familiar voice ask, and turned towards the captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team leaning towards you with a flirty glint in his eyes. 

“And why would I tell you that, Atkins?” you teased. 

“Oh, come on, I’ll tell you what I smell!” he answered. Leaning towards you, he lowered his voice to list his various scents. “I smell leather, freshly mowed grass, and something familiar that I can’t quite place." 

You arched an eyebrow. "You don’t even know one of your smells?" 

He laughed. "Oh, so you recognize all of yours?" 

You took a deep breath, and decided to finally tell him. "Okay, mine are freshly brewed coffee, old books, and that cologne that your mom always sends you.” you whispered, staring at the table in front of you. 

Jeff stayed silent for a minute, the most terrifying minute of my life. Finally, you heard him exhale. “I lied.” he muttered. 

“What?” you asked, turning your gaze to him. “I lied. I told you I didn’t know my third scent, but I do. It’s the way you always smell when you come back from holidays. Like the evergreens all around your house, in that forest you like to read in.” His cheeks were a bright red by the time he finished speaking, but you couldn’t hide the smile on your face. You went to reply, but he cut you off by pressing his lips to yours, your heart fluttering. 

“While that was all very romantic, Mr. Atkins and Miss (Y/L/N), could we please resume class now?” Slughorn asked as you and Jeff broke apart, cheeks burning with both happiness and embarrassment. 

Justin Foley 

You spun around one last time in front of your dormitory’s mirror. The way your dress flowed around your ankles when you twirled made you feel like a princess. You’d never felt more beautiful than you did in the moment. 

“Wow, (Y/N), you look incredible! Justin’s going to fall in love with you on the spot.” you best friend, Hannah Abbott, teased. 

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you muttered, “Shut up, no he isn’t." 

"Just wait, you’ll see.” she said, winking as she looped her arms through yours and you two exited the Hufflepuff common room. 

The Great Hall was decorated beautifully for the Yule Ball– it was like a winter wonderland, complete with ice sculptures and Christmas trees all around. 

“(Y/N)!” You turned your attention away from the decorations when you heard the familiar voice of the Slytherin boy headed your way. 

“Hi, Justin.” you replied as he reached you. And man, did he look good. “You clean up nice.” you laughed, eying him up and down. 

Laughing with you, he took a step back to admire your appearance. “God, you look absolutely stunning.” he said. Music started playing around you, signaling the start of the first dance. You all watched and clapped politely as the champions and their dates began dancing, soon joined by teachers and other students. “May I have this dance?” Justin offered his hand to you. 

You grinned. “Of course." 

 – 

After the feast and hours of dancing with Justin, you were exhausted. Dumbledore finally announced the last dance, and despite not wanting the night to end, you couldn’t help but feel relieved. Even so, you were disappointed to see such a perfect night come to a close. One last waltz began and you allowed Justin to once again pull you close to his body. "You really are beautiful.” he whispered as he led you in the dance. You blushed, your eyes glancing down the floor as a smile crept onto your face. Justin tilted your chin up gently so that he could look into your eyes. “(Y/N)?" 

"Yes?” you prompted.

“Will you be my girlfriend?" 

You couldn’t stop the smile that was spreading across your face. "I would love nothing more.” His mouth formed into a grin to match yours before he leaned in to kiss you. This really was the perfect night. 


Clay Jensen

“Miss (Y/L/N), please stay after class for a moment.” Professor Flitwick requested as you tried to leave his room. You sighed as you turned around, knowing what this was about. “(Y/N), I know you’re very smart and you do well in every other class, but I can tell you’re struggling with Charms. I’ve arranged for a fellow Ravenclaw to tutor you. He will meet you in this classroom at the end of lessons today." 

"I have Quidditch practice today, sir.” you said, hoping to get out of this. 

“Yes, you will be finished before dinner. Practice is not until after dinner. You must improve in Charms if you’d like to stay on the team.” he retorted. You fought hard not to roll your eyes. 

“Yes sir. Thank you, sir.” you said with a sigh, leaving the room. 

 – 

After lessons that day, you went back to Flitwick’s classroom to meet your tutor. To your surprise, Clay Jensen was sitting at a desk when you walked in. 

“Clay? You’re my tutor?” you asked. 

“Seems like it. I didn’t know you needed a tutor, (Y/N)” he answered. 

“I usually don’t, but Charms is my worst class.” you admitted. 

He gave you a small smile, one that made your heart beat a little faster. “I can help with that.” he said softly. Maybe this tutoring thing won’t be so bad. 

 – 

After just two weeks of Clay’s help, your Charms work had improved significantly. You didn’t tell him this, though, because you secretly really enjoyed spending the time with him and you didn’t want it to end. 

“Professor Flitwick says you’re doing much better in class, (Y/N).” Clay said as he walked into the room one day. “You’ll be able to play in the match Friday!" 

You grinned. "All thanks to you.” you said with a wink, causing him to blush. 

When the match came on Friday, Ravenclaw flattened Hufflepuff, largely due to you catching the snitch early. This win was huge; it put you in the Cup finals with Gryffindor. So, naturally, your House rushed onto the field when you won. All around you, people yelled congratulations and clapped you on the back, but it didn’t take you long to spot the one classmate you were looking for. 

“Jensen!” you yelled, trying to make him hear you. He pushed through the crowd to get to you, offering his congratulations when he reached you. Smiling, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. Cheers erupted all around you, causing you to pull apart, laughing. “Couldn’t have done it without you.” You admitted. Grinned, he planted his lips on yours once more.

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Zach Dempsey

“You did what?!” you yelled at your boyfriend, making every other Hufflepuff in the common room turn to look at you. 

“Babe, calm down,” he mumbled, glancing around at everyone staring. 

“I most certainly will not calm down! Why would you enter your name for the Triwizard Tournament? Are you trying to get yourself killed, or are you just stupid?” To those around you, your words and your tone seemed to radiate anger, but inside? All you could feel was paralyzing fear. All of your blood had turned cold the moment your idiot boyfriend had told you he’d entered his name. 

“What, you think I can’t do it? You think I can’t win?” he challenged, losing all concern about your watching classmates. 

“You didn’t even discuss this with me, Zach! Since when do you not tell me things? Did you do this on a whim?” you retorted. He fixed his glare on the floor and didn’t answer. You scoffed. “Wonderful. Great. How lovely that you’re going to get yourself killed on impulse.” You turned and stormed out of the common room, feeling as though you were going to be sick.

“And the Hogwarts Champion is….” As Dumbledore took a dramatic pause, you silently prayed for him to say Cedric. or Angelina. or any other name but Zach’s. “…Zach Dempsey of Hufflepuff!” Your stomach dropped. The Great Hall erupted around you as your boyfriend rose from his seat farther down your House table. He wasn’t sitting next to you tonight; you hadn’t even spoken since your fight in the common room. He caught your eye as he walked forward, his usually loving gaze still full of love, but now mixed with other emotions: fear, pride, hurt. Hurt that you hadn’t believed in him. Hurt that you weren’t right there cheering him on with everyone else. Hurt that you two were still fighting.

– 

Later that night, he approached you at your favorite chair in the common room. Your House was celebrating all around you, but your heart was broken at the thought of losing Zach. "Can we talk?“ he asked over the noise. 

You nodded, allowing him to pull you out of your chair and into a hallway. "I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” he muttered, pulling you against his chest. 

 You sighed. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe in you, I’m just so scared.” you admitted, unable to stop the tears falling down your cheeks. He nodded, placing a kiss on the top of your head as he wiped the tears away with his thumbs. 

“Me too, babe." 

Alex Standall

"You know, the next Hogsmeade trip is on Valentine’s Day.” Alex said, sitting across the table from you at dinner one night. 

“Is it? I hadn’t noticed.” You were lying through your teeth, of course. You had noticed, and after the past couple of “dates” you and Alex had been on (mainly studying dates and the occasions walk around the lake), you were hoping he’d make it official there. 

“Will you go with me? We could go to that little café thing all girls seem to love.” he suggested. 

“You mean Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop?" 

"Yeah, that one. Or somewhere else if you want, it’s up to you.” he said, cheeks tinged slightly red. 

“I would love to, Alex.” you said with a small smile. 

 – 

February 14th finally came a few days later, and after a bit of teasing from your friends, you went downstairs to meet Alex for your date. “Hey beautiful, ready to go?” he said once you’d met him in the Great Hall. You smiled as he took your hand and led you down the path to the little village. The walk wasn’t terribly long, but it was cold, so Alex gave you his jacket, refusing to hear your protests. When you finally made it to the tea shop, you were both relieved by the warmth in the place. He bought you both hot chocolate before you sat together in a little booth. You sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes as you let your hot chocolate warm you up. Looking around, you couldn’t help but notice how cozy all of the couples looked, as though they had no care in the world except for each other. He finally broke the silence after a few minutes, your conversations ranging everywhere from classes to Quidditch to your home lives. 

He glanced down at his watch some time later, and a surprised look crossed his face. “We have to be back at school in half an hour." 

"We’ve been sitting here for 5 hours?” you asked, as startled as he looked. “Yeah, we should head back then!" 

"Wait.” he said, as you two stood up to leave. “Before we go… Will you be my girlfriend? Like, officially?" 

You smiled. "I would love to.”

Seven Minutes With You

Request: Hi this is kinda weird but can u pls do a reggie one shot/imagine where the reader is v shy and like gives that innocent vibe so reggie’s always messing with her and sayin things that make her blush especially in class when he whispers things in her ear and he’s just always putting his arm around her and poking her sides and she acts like it annoys her but in reality she has a huge crush on him so Veronica makes them play 7 minutes in heaven at a party? Sorry if this is strange. :(

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: This isn’t strange at all! When I read this at first, I was super excited, so thank you for requesting!

Pairing: Reggie X Reader

Warnings: none.


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“Y/N!” Turning with a bright warming smile, you came face to face with the one and only Reggie Mantle. At the sight of his tall structure running towards you, you felt yourself blush but quickly pushed it away, not wanting him to see.

“Hi Reggie.” You greeted warmly when he reached you, leaning against your locker he smiled cockily over at you and you shook your head. None of this was weird. Since you’d move to Riverdale Reggie had made his obvious interest towards you known and was always hanging by your side.

When you’d first come to this school, you’d been confronted by Veronica and Betty who had kindly started talking to you when they saw you alone. That in turn allowed you to start hanging out with them, Archie and Jughead. They were some of the best friends you could ask for.

But after a week or so, Reggie had come up to you and sweet talked you with some cheesy pick-up line. You’d never been so openly flirted with and you’d never really had a boyfriend before so his comments made you easily blush and flustered. Though before anything more could happen, Archie had found you and dragged you off, saying that Reggie wasn’t exactly the guy you should be spending all your time with.

But despite his warnings, you couldn’t help but look back and realize how attractive he was. He was built and tall, way taller than you, and he was undoubtedly attractive. That was when you realized your slowly growing affections for the boy and from that day on it grew.

Luckily for you, Archie’s interruption that day didn’t stop from Reggie walking up to you the next day and doing the same thing. From then on Reggie walked you to classes, hung out with you during lunch whenever he could, teased you in and out of classes and always invited you to his games.

You acted as if it annoyed you, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

“You going to Veronica’s party tonight?” Snapping out of your musings, you blinked turning up and looking at Reggie. He was grinning down at you, and you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks warm ever so slightly. Damnit, you had it hard for this guy.

“Uh… I don’t know. Not really my scene.” He pouted and you couldn’t help but notice how cute he looked.

“Aweh!” He whined, stepping forward he placed his hands on each side of you and started to tickle. You giggled, but noticed how every one had already left seeing as it was the end of the day, and mentally thanked so no one heard how loud you were.

“Stop!” You whined, giggles breaking through. Reggie laughed,  “not until you agree to come to this party.”

“Fine!” You yelled; “fine! Fine! i’ll go!” You let out a heavy breath when his relentless fingers finally left your sides. He chuckled; “see all you needed was some convincing.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes, sighing. Closing your locker you turned to face him and despite how shy you were you couldn’t help but asked; “why do you even want me to come that bad?” You asked curious, your question must have thrown Reggie off as he jerked his head back and paused ever so slightly.

His shock didn’t last long though as he quickly smiled again and poked your stomach. You grumbled, swatting his hand; “you already know why Y/N.” Was all he said before walking off. You stared at his retreating back and couldn’t help but stare longingly; “I’ll see you at the party!”

What the hell did that mean?”


Nervously you walked through the doors to Veronica’s house, the rooms and halls already packed with people. You couldn’t help but notice the already drunk boys laying on the ground and the chatting girls as you walked through. You weren’t exactly sure why you agreed to come, well besides being harassed to do so.

But parties most definitely weren’t your scene and you felt super self conscious walking through the crowds of people as you tried not to get shoved down. 

You looked around for Reggie but sadly couldn’t find him, so settled on standing in the kitchen by the island and staring at whatever drinks were in front of you, trying to find one that didn’t hold alcohol in it. 

“Hey! Y/N!” Turning, you saw Veronica across the hall a bit, waving at you. You grinned at the familiar face and waved back; “glad you could make it!” She called and you laughed nodding. Part of hoping she would come over to you, but you noticed how she was dancing with Kevin, and she looked like she was having a lot of fun. Sighing, you played around with your empty cup, staring mindlessly.

Suddenly arms wrapped around your waist and hauled you off the ground, you let out a tiny scream as big arms picked your feet off the ground. “Hey!” You called, not knowing who was behind you. Suddenly you were set on the ground but the arms around your waist stayed there and hugged you tight against the mans chest; “glad you came.” He whispered in your ear and you instantly recognize the voice.

Turning in his arms, you slapped Reggie on the chest. “You scared me half to death!” You lectured him.

He chuckled, “sorry but… I am glad you know.” He smiled.

“That I came?”

“Of course. Thought you wouldn’t show.” you suddenly blushed, as you brushed a piece of hair behind your ear and stared down at the arms that were still wrapped around your waist. 

“Yeah well… Veronica’s my friend so…” 

“Oh…” Reggie said, and his arms came off from around your waist. Suddenly realizing what you said, you grabbed Reggie’s arm and tried to fight down your blush, smiling up at him. “But of course, i’m always happy to see you.” The frown that had marred his face easily disappeared and he grinned again, more confidently this time.

“I thought I annoyed you?” He teased.

You laughed, fiddling with your hair; “not all the time.”

Reggie opened his mouth to speak again, comfortably setting himself next you but suddenly a voice called out; “Reggie!” The both of you turned, seeing Moose waving you both over. “We’re playing a game, come join!” You turned to each other, questioning the other before laughing and walking over.

The living room was full and you walked in, noticing Reggie be-lining for the last spot on the couch. You sighed, walking across him to head to the edge of the couch to sit on before hands grabbed your hips and set you down on a lap. Blushing madly, you turned and saw Reggie grinning up at you. 

Leaning over, he set his head on your shoulder; “what you’d think i’d let you stand?” He whispered into your ear and you felt yourself blush even more madly. Everyone could see you which only allowed the embarrassment to set further in.

“Yeah! Reggie getting some!” Chuck yelled and you hid your face in your hands. Reggie laughed and finally peeking through your fingers you noticed the bottle set on the table before you. You let your eyes drift higher, and not surprisingly Veronica stood directly in front of you with a smirk on her face. Despite your seating predicament, you knew something was up.

“Veronica…” You spoke.

“So glad you and Reggie could make it Y/N!” She cheered, clapping but you could tell by the smirk on her face she was up to something. Turning, you caught eye of Betty and looked at her questioningly, she only shook her head with a small smile.

“So! Everyone I say we indulge ourselves in a little game of ‘Seven Minutes’ In Heaven’” she clapped and suddenly you felt your heart drop. You gave her a warning look but she only laughed.

With that Veronica spun the bottle, it landed on various different people but you barely paid attention. What with Veronica’s scheming eyes and Reggie’s arms around your waist and the fact that you were sitting on his lap, you found it a little hard. It wasn’t until the bottle undoubtedly landed on you or Reggie, whoever that you felt your heart beat pick up.

“Oooh! Y/N it’s landed on you!” Betty cheered and you narrowed your eyes at your two best friends. 

“I vote that you go in with Reggie.” There it was, the final words.  You blushed again and you cursed your innocence. There was cheer and suddenly you were standing, Reggie’s hands on your waist.

“Sounds good to me.” He grinned, mentally thanking Veronica.

“I’m not too sure…” You trailed off but Veronica ‘tsked’, “you played the game Y/N and these are the rules.”

Veronica helped push you into the closet and before you could even think you were in a closet with Reggie, the door locked behind you. You couldn’t help but blush and you fiddled with your fingers, a nervous energy radiating off of you. There was moments of silence before Reggie’s hand came in front of you and he poked you in the familiar spot that was your nose.

“Don’t be so nervous, Y/N.” He reassured.

You laughed, trying to play it off but failing miserably. “Nervous? Psshhh, not me.” You chuckled nervously.

Reggie chuckled too and silence fell over the both of you. 

“Hey Y/N?” Reggie suddenly called and you looked up at him, intently focusing on him. “What do you think of me?”

“Hmm? What do you mean?”

“Well, would you ever consider dating me?” You froze, unsure on how to answer. You opened your mouth to speak but paused, unsure and confused. 

“I-I…-” A hand grabbed your face and pulled you against lips. You froze, shocked but eventually returned the kiss and smile against his lips. He grabbed your waist with his other hand and you let your hands press against his chest as he kissed you deeply.

Pulling away, he smiled down at you, suddenly nervous. “I’ve liked you for a long time… I hope you return my feelings?”

“Yes…” you whispered, still in a daze.

“Yes? As in you like me…?”

“Yes I like you!” You smiled and he grinned down, you pressed a kiss against his cheek and were about to deepen the kiss before you heard Veronica; “times up, do you guys need another hour or?” You blushed heavily as Reggie chuckled.

“Veronica!”

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 1/?)

So on my other blog I asked if someone would like series imagine when Montgomery is fwb with reader and because I got over 70 notes at the moment and felt like a rockstar I decided to start a new blog for this and for everything related to 13 reasons why.

NOTE:TWO IMPORTANT THINGS:
1. It’s going to be a series, so they haven’t gotten really close yet.
2. English is not my first language, I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes or something, if you spot any, feel free to let me know :)



***
It was last Friday before school started again and Bryce decided to throw his typical huge pool party. You didn’t really feel like coming but Sheri called you about 50 times in last two days asking you to come and you finally gave up.
“Mom, I’m leaving! See you tomorrow!”, you shouted leaving the house. Your parents let you stay at Sheri’s place so you didn’t have to worry about coming home and still being a little buzzed.
“Bye honey, have a nice time!”, you heard your mom when you were closing the door.
Jeff, you best friend, was already here, waiting for you in his car.
“Jeez, I always have to wait for you”, he said when you got in.
“It’s nice to see you too, Jeffrey”, you ignored his moaning.
“Don’t make me wait for you after the party, or I will leave you there", he threatened, but you knew it was a joke.
You have known each other since you were 5 years old, he’s for you like a brother and he treats keeping Bryce away from you as his full time job.
“I’m staying at Sheri’s place so you don’t have to wait, don’t worry”, you smiled at him.
“Someone’s gonna get wasted today, huh?”
“I don’t know yet, Sheri made me go", I shrugged my arms.
Fifteen minutes lates we were at Bryce’s place, Jeff stopped the car and you went at the back of the house.
“Yooo, Jeff, Y/N!”, Justin Foley was the first one to notice you two.
“Hi Justin”, you answered looking for Sheri.
“Hey, you”, suddenly she jumped on you from behind. “ You got everything?”
“Yep, ready for sleepover”, you smiled.
“ Great!”, she clapped. “Where’s your bathing suit? Get changed and lets go to the pool”
“It’s already on me”, you let her look under your t-shirt dress.
“What do you have there, I wanna see too”, you hear Montgomery as he comes to you and Sheri and he puts his arms around your and her shoulders.
“You’re funny man, Monty, really funny”, you clapped his chest, and go with Sheri to put your stuff next to hers.
“I think he has a thing for you”, she said.
“Who, Monty?”, you laughed. “Come on, he has a thing for anything that moves”.
Suddenly someone grabbed you around the waist and throwed you into the pool.
“What the fuck?!”, you screamed when you resurfaced out of the water and saw who throwed you in. “Zach, you know I can’t swim”.
“Yeah, that’s why Justin waits right there, to grab you if there was a need”.
You turned around and saw Justin standing behind you.
“ Great, but couldn’t you wait until I take my dress off?”, you asked.
“Come on, we’ll grab some drinks, you’ll hang your dress on chair, it will be dry in less than hour”, Sheri gave you her hand and helped you get out of the pool.
You are a simple girl, you see vodka, you mix it with cola and so you did this time. You took of your dress and suddenly Monty showed up out of nowhere.
“I will wait in the pool”, Sheri mumbled and went to the pool as fast as glass full of drink let her.
“Lookin’ good, Y/N”, he said as he eyed you up and down.
You took a straw, put it in the glass, turned towards him, put it in your mouth and took a sip looking straight in his face while he stared at your lips probably imagining the straw was his dick.
Fucking horny bastard , you thought to yourself.
“In your dreams, Montgomery, in your dreams”, you walked past him.
“We’ll see”, he whispered.
You went to the pool and sat next to Sheri.
“Hi, guys”, Jessica swam to you. “What did you said to Monty, he stares at you all the time”, she asked.
“I told you”, Sheri punched your arm.
“And I told you”, you punched her too, “that he stares at anything that moves”.
“Well, yeah, it’s Montgomery, but…”, Jess took a break to take a sip of her drink, “there are bunch of hot girls in bathing suit today and he stares ONLY at you”.
“Probably because I’m one of very few left that didn’t make out with him”.
“You know, that if you do it some time, we won’t judge you”.
“Okay, I will make it clear”, you put your glass at the edge of the pool. “I admit, he’s fucking handsome and… I mean… Look at those abs. But other than that he’s so fucking stupid, typical arrogant jock, hot head that is first to fight”
“Alright then”, Sheri smiled.
All three of you are in the cheerleaders team so you spend some time talking about new routines and moves you could incorporate.
“Ladies”, Justin and Jeff came up to you, “ We need two of you to play a round of beer pong with us”.
“You drink, Atkins?”, you asked.
“No, I’m just gonna throw the ball, someone else is gonna do the drinking part”
It was obvious Jess is gonna play with Justin and because Sheri wasnt really into drinking games you had to play with Jeff.
“I just finished my drink, so I’m in, just bring me my dress” you pointed it as you didn’t want to walk past bunch od jockes wearing only bathing suit.
“Yes, ma'am”, he went to grab it and you slowly got out of the water.
You and Jess both were terrible at beer pong, so the game lasted ages and more and more people were gathering around the table waiting for their turn. You throw a ball and missed again.
“ Oh fuck me, Y/L/N”, Monty rolled his eyes.
“You wouldn’t handle this, babe”, you answered and everyone giggled waiting for him to response. Justin giggled so much he missed the shot while Jessica and Sheri stand speechless with their mouths open.
“Alright”, he said with a halfsmile.
***
Few hours later it got chillier, so you get in hot tub with few other people.
“Guys, I gotta go”, Jeff came over to say bye.
“You leaving?”
“Yeah, I promised dad to help him in the morning”, he said. “Girls”, he turned to you and Sheri, “if you need a ride home just call me.”
“My dad will pick us up, but thank you”, Sheri said.
“Okay, see you on Monday”
“Bye, Jeff”, you waved at him.
Some time later Sheri went to help other girl get to the bathroom, cause she felt sick and Justin and Jessica left too after you told them to get a room when the started heavy make out session. You soon regret it, cause suddenly it was only you and Montgomery. He got into got tub, holding to shots of tequila.
“Will you do me this honor?”, he handed you one of the shots.
“Whatever”, you rolled your eyes and drank tequila looking him right in the eyes.
“So…”, he started with a cocky grin on his face. “It’s just two of us. In a hot tub. Wearing barely anything”
“I already said it today, but I will repeat it for you”, you lean a little bit towards him, “this time read my lips. In. Your. Dreams. Monty”.
“Oh really?”, he asked still looking at your lips.
You felt his hand softly going up and down your back, you could’ve moved away but somehow you didn’t want to. He grabbed your waist, pull you closer and basically attacked you with his lips. And again, you didn’t push him away. Instead, you tucked your fingers into his hair pulling yourself even closer to him. You still hated him as a person, nothing has changed, but there was something about his kisses and his touch, you didn’t know what it was, but you didn’t want it to stop. It made shivers going down your spine. You felt him smiling as he moved his lips to your ear.
“Liberty high’s sweetheart also has needs, huh?”, he whispered and started kissing your neck. Alright, Monty came back to being Monty.
You felt his abs clenched under your touch.
Oh boy, I will fuck you up and you will not like it , you thought.
You felt him sucking your collarbone.
“No hickeys, Monty”, you slightly moved away.
“As you wish”, he pulled you back closer, started kissing you jaw. His hands went from your thighs, to your butt, squized it, went higher up to untie your bra.
“Easy boy”, you moved away from him, he couldn’t reach your back anymore so he placed them on your thighs moving closer again.
“No, no, no”, you whispered putting your foot on his strategic place and rub it gently.
Seeing grin of satisfaction on his face, you slowly came closer, but he wasted no time, grabbed you by your hips, put on his lap and kissed you again. You took his hands and put them on edges of hot tub.
“Keep your hands to yourself”, you said looking him in the eyes.
Your hands went slowly through his elbows to shoulders and down chest to the abs. You sucked his bottom lip, put tip of finger under his boxers and moved it from hip to hip. You felt him growing under you.
“Do I turn you on?”, you asked getting of his lap, placing your hands on the inside of his thighs.
“God, you’re so hot”, he whispered.
“Y/N!”, you heard Sheri.
What a perfect timing.
“Yep?”, you asked.
She was standing in the entrance and couldn’t see you from there but you still moved as far away from Monty as possible.
He looked confused as fuck.
“My dad is here, we gotta go”, she shouted.
“Okay, I’m coming”.
“I’ll bring you a towel, so you can dry yourself”, she went back inside.
“What the fuck are you doing?”, Montgomery asked, still confused.
“Liberty high’s fuckboy also can get played, huh?”, you whispered into his ear.
You left the hot tub.
“Get back in here!”
“Or what? You gonna chase me around with your boner?”
You saw Sheri coming up.
“It was fun”, you said louder.
“Here”, she gave you a towel.
“Thanks”, you started drying yourself.
“Boys are inside, they have some weed if you want”.
“Thanks, Sheri, I’m good”, de la Cruz tried his best to sound normal.
Sheri helped you pick up your stuff, you looked at Montgomery, saw him biting his fist. You put your dress on and grab your stuff.
“Good talk, Monty, see you on Monday”, you waved and followed Sheri to the car with a smile of the satisfaction on your face.

Let me know what you think, is it okay if I write in second person (is that even second person)? More action and more smut coming soon x

be still

it’s finally here!!! i expanded (maybe a bit too much) on this blurb and this is the final product. the blurb is incorporated into this version with some edits and added scenes between so even if you’ve read the blurb i wouldn’t skip over the parts you think you know because most of it is slightly different. also!! i made a playlist for this so if you’re interested in listening to it while reading you can do that. i’m really proud of this one so i hope you guys like it! please let me know ur thoughts!!

warning: smut (;

questions, comments, concerns.

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There were no words to describe just how much I hated Harry Styles. The way he dressed like an off duty model, the way he never cut his goddamn hair, the way he always got what he wanted. The way everyone practically worshipped the ground he walked on made me sick.

I had a more concrete reason for why I hated Harry, but that’s another story. Everyone thought I was just jealous of him, but I wasn’t. Why would I be? Sure, he was a great actor, but I was a great actress and we’d never really have to compete for parts. When he turned up at the theater a few years before, everyone quickly became enamored by him and the theater went from being mine to his.

But this isn’t about that. This isn’t the story of how I grew to hate Harry Styles. This is the story of how Harry Styles lit my soul on fire and made me feel something for the first time. This is the story of how Harry Styles gave me his heart even though he had absolutely no reason to.

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The Arrangement (Part 8)

Summary: You and Dean head out to his hometown, where you finally get to meet Mary and John. The sleeping situation causes some minor problems.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: language, sexual tension

A/N: here it is, guys! Part 8! I hope you all like it!

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Word Count: 2031
Author’s Note: So I have this personal headcanon that Bones loves filthy limericks, but he’s too much of a gentleman to share them unless he’s really, really intoxicated. This, coupled with his horrible flirting in Into Darkness, gave me this fic to share with you. tagging @youre-on-a-starship​ and @outside-the-government​ because they both expressed such interest in the idea.


You’d heard about the legendary shore leave shenanigans of the Enterprise crew, even before you’d been assigned to her. Rumour had it things got absolutely crazy on the first night, and tapered off from there, depending on your division. Operations was rumoured to party the hardest, partly to remind themselves they were alive, you guessed. You’d been told they remembered to toast their absent friends individually every night. Science was the next most likely to go on a prolonged tear, but you didn’t find that difficult to believe. Science held within it the Medical Corp, and you’d never met a nurse who wasn’t just a little bit wild. Additionally, the science labs were full of the kind of equipment that allowed bored officers to brew moonshine. That left Command as the Cinderella squad, destined to leave before the party really got started. But it was a comparative scale, really, and you suspected with a captain like Jim Kirk, the Command division wasn’t going to be leaving the ball before the fun started.

You’d been aboard for about six months when shore leave was announced, and you hoped your liver was up to the task. The gleam in Christine Chapel’s eye suggested it might not be.

“Come on, Doc,” she gestured to you. “We should find out what they’ve been cooking in the back of the lab.”

“I don’t know about this,” you replied, hesitant. She laughed and linked her arm in yours.

“First shore leave is always the worst. Just plan to alternate booze and water, and put a hypo at your bedside. You can step whoever you wake up with through giving it to you,” she winked.

“Whoever I wake up with?” You gaped. You hadn’t been on the ship long enough to make those types of connections.

“Think of it like a rite of passage, Y/N. Eventually, you’ll make a mistake and sleep with someone on this boat. You’re better off doing it sooner than later. And better to do it drunk on shore leave. Because then you can blame not knowing people better, and too much booze,” she explained. You shook your head.

“I don’t know, Chris, that seems pretty calculated.” You couldn’t help but blush just thinking about trying to seduce any of the crew you’ve met so far. There wasn’t really anyone who did anything for you. Well, there was one person. Who was completely off limits.

“You’ll thank me for this wisdom later, Doc.” She winked, and continued to lead you through the maze of the lab until you reached the very back. “Hey, Jameson, what’s cooking back here?”

“Would you believe I’ve managed a completely flavourless 100 proof coming out of the still right now?” Lt. Jameson grinned. “We’ll have to be very careful with it.” She offered a beaker to Christine who took a sip and tipped her head, her eyes wide.

“Oh, wow. That’s smooth,” she breathed, her eyes wide. “Try it, Y/N.” She pressed the beaker into your hand and you gave her a worried look as you tilted the glass to take a sip. It tasted like water, but it burned going down.

“Oh, that’s trouble,” you commented, garnering a laugh from both women. Christine clapped you on the back.

“Stick with me, Doc. I’ll make sure you survive,” she promised.


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Sons of Lawrence #13

Summary:  Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top.
Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Ruby, Jo Harvelle, Elen Harvelle, Bobby Singer, Meg Masters, James Novak. 
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,861
Warnings: Angst, language, medical jargon
Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence.
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“This isn’t a fairy tale, Mr. Winchester,” Doctor Novak stated matter-of-factly. “Y/N suffered extensive internal damage. I can’t tell you long it will take because I don’t know how long it will take.”

Standing next to Dean’s hospital bed, John had his arms crossed and a scowl on his brow. “I don’t expect immediate results, doc. But there’s gotta be something that can be done.”

James Novak crossed the room and turned on the lights of the x-ray panels on the wall. He opened a large manilla folder and pressed the film up until it got stuck. He ran a finger along the outline of Y/N’s skull. “When Y/N got thrown from the bike, she hit her head. Now, the helmet saved her life, but it also did some damage,” he cleared his throat before continuing. “Along with a severe concussion, the impact resulted in a hematoma. In layman’s terms, clotting of blood outside the blood vessels.”

Mary, who was holding her son’s hand, asked, “Is it serious?”

Doctor Novak nodded. “It can be very serious if a hematoma occurs inside the brain. Unfortunately, that is what occurred. The clotting can cause pressure to build inside the skull, which is a factor into why she lost consciousness. Hopefully that won’t last too long. We went in and drained what we could.”

“What else?” Dean rasped, his throat raw from having a breathing tube removed earlier that morning.

Another piece of film was slapped up. “There was a lot of scar tissue from what had been repaired 3 years ago. This time, she was stabbed more than once. Add in the internal damage from the accident and the loss of blood, Y/N is looking at a rough recovery.”

There was a collective heavy sigh between the Winchesters as Dean pushed his head into the mountain of thin pillows.

“Thank you,” John murmured and held out his hand for the doctor.

James’ lips pressed into a thin line as he shook John’s hand. “Y/N was on a lot of my cases over the past year; she’s an amazing person. I promise that I’ll do everything in my power not to lose her.”

He went to leave the room, but stopped suddenly and rummaged in a pocket of his crisp, tan jacket. “I almost forgot,” he whispered.

Mary held out her hand when James approached and extended a fist. The ring she had given Y/N the other day fell softly into her palm. She choked on a sob and almost crumbled under the weight of John’s hand on her shoulder.

“You’ll get that back to her, Mare,” John promised, his own voice tremulous with emotion.

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Slow Dancing (Keith x reader)

Slow Dancing

Keith x reader

Prompt: Imagine teaching Keith how to slow dance.

Originally posted by spectralspecter

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Music filled the room, its upbeat melody resounding through the hallways of the castle. It wasn’t often that the Paladins had enough time off to relax, but recently Allura thought it would be a good idea to give the team a little down time. So Lance and hunk set up a small party in the living room, and recruiting Pidge to set up a type of sound system. Hunk had worked all morning preparing a spread filled with delicious looking food.

The team laughed and talked, the atmosphere light, everyone seemed more relaxed already. Suddenly the music changed, the upbeat tempo replaced by a slow orchestra. Allura’s eyes light up and she instantly grabs Shiro’s arm, dragging him with her to the open space in the middle of the room.

“You must dance with me Shiro! Alteans are fantastic dancers.” Allura gushed.

“S-sure, Princess.” shiro responded quietly, a light blush reaching his ears. You chuckled at the interaction, but the laugh died in your throat at the feeling of a finger tapping your shoulder. You reflexively rolled your eyes, at the cheesy one liner Lance cooed in your ear. Forcing a smile, you turned to him, your drink clasped tightly in your hand.

“Hello Lance, how can I help you?” you asked politely. Lance stood smiling, charmingly throwing you a wink. He was such a handful, how did Allura do this everyday? From the first moment you stepped foot in the castle, Lance had started flirting with you, the only time he wasn’t was when he was too busy arguing with Keith about something. Lance, always so resilient, reached forward taking your free hand in his.

“(y/n), it would be my deepest honor, if I could have this dance.” he proclaimed. The look in his eyes was enough to make any girl swoon. Lucky for you, over the months you had been with the team, you had built up quite an impressive tolerance to Lance’s charm. Gritting your teeth to keep your smile in place, you glance around, searching for a way out, without hurting Lance’s feelings. Spotting Keith across the table from you, a genuine smile formed on your face, as an idea formed in your mind.

“Actually,” you began, gently pulling your hand from Lance’s. “I already promised Keith I would teach him how to dance! Right Keith?” you said confidently sidestepping the table to take Keith’s arm.

“WHat?” both of them asked in unison. You simply nodded continuing to smile, while pulling Keith to the makeshift dancefloor.

“Yup, that’s right, sorry Lance.” you called, leaving Lance confused, while Pidge and Hunk chuckled as his rejection. Out of earshot, you let out a relieved sigh, loosening your hold on Keith’s arm. “Sorry about that Keith.” you apologised, keeping your voice low enough, that only he could hear. “I would appreciate it if you could pretend to let me teach you how to dance, I would owe you one.” Keith chuckled nervously as you guided his hands to your hips.

“That’s actually no problem, because uh- I don’t actually know how to dance.” your eyes shot up to meet his, wide with surprise.

“Are you serious?” you asked incredulously.  Keith simply nodded, averting his gaze, blushing in embarrassment. Regret filled your stomach, feeling bad for embarrassing him, you jumped to try and make him feel better. Smiling softly you took a step closer to him.

“Don’t worry keith, I’m a great teacher. And with the way you fight in battle, dancing will be easy.” you offered, placing a finger under his chin to draw his gaze back to yours. A small smile lit up Keith’s face, the sight of it caused your heart to jump in your throat. Clearing your throat you focused back on teaching him the basics of ballroom dancing.

He picked it up quicker than you thought, soon he was sweeping you across the dance floor, twirling and spinning you with ease. You couldn’t hold back you laughter, as he lowered you into an exaggerated dip, your laughter was contagious, as soon, Keith found himself laughing along with you, his forehead resting against yours. Keith brought you back up, smiling brightly, opening your eyes, your gaze met keith’s heated stare. Your breath caught in your throat, his intense gaze holding yours. Heat rushed over your skin, feeling Keith’s hands grip the fabric around your waist tighter.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone clapping, no, multiple people clapping. Tearing your eyes away from Keith you saw the team gathered around you applauding your performance. Your blush deepened and you gently pushed yourself away from Keith’s arms, smiling sheepishly. Keith tried to hide his disappointment, clearing his throat he rubbed the back of his neck glancing at you once more as you walked towards the team, glancing back at him long enough to catch his eye one more time.

Seeing you smile in that moment made his head swim, and his stomach feel like it was doing cartwheels. How was he ever supposed to look at you the same after that. Keith nearly jumped out of his skin, as Lance came up next to him.
“You totally already knew how to dance loser…”


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Pumpkin Juice and Butter Beer- Tom Holland One Shot (Hogwarts AU)

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: You were once friends with Tom, but, because of his Gryffindor pride, he ended the friendship. During your last year, with the help of pumpkin juice and butter beer, you both discover your true feelings for each other.

Word Count: 2500

Warning: Tom’s a bit of a jerk in this.

A/N: Because Tom bashed on Hufflepuffs and I am a proud Hufflepuff. I based this off a Dramione type relationship (because Im a big shipper).

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“"Y/N! You’re never going to believe what just happened to me.” Your friend, Victoire, smiled once she had caught up to you in the corridor.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Teddy’s just asked me to the Yule Ball. Wonderful, isn’t it?” She squealed giddily.

“That’s amazing. I told you he’d ask.” You replied, genuinely happy for your friend.

“Right. Now, we just need to find you a date.” She stated, nudging your shoulder.

“No, we don’t, Vic. I’ll probably just spend my night in the library with the books.”

“I won’t let you.” Victoire said, as you two rounded a corner on your way to Potions, “We will find you a date for the Yule Ball, Y/N.”

“I-” You started, but were cut off by a sharp laugh. You continued to walk to class, ignoring the loud-mouthed Gryffindor, Tom Holland, behind you.

“Y/L/N needs a date to the Yule Ball? What has no one asked the Hufflepuff princess yet? Figures.” He commented. His loud voice echoing off the dungeon halls. Victoire came to a halt, making you stop in your tracks. You both turned around the face him. You could see his group of friends- correction, his posse- behind him.

“Like you’ve got a date to the Ball, Holland.” Victoire replied, making him scoff.

“No girl here at Hogwarts is good enough for me. Not even you, a part Veela, Weasley.”

“I’d rather die than be your date.”

“Come on, Vic. Let’s get to class.” You said, pulling your friend into the classroom, despite all of you having the same potions class. Tom and his group entered shortly after you, sitting on the far side of the room from you.

It hadn’t always been like this. You had met Tom on the train ride to Hogwarts during your first year. He was sorted into Gryffindor and you Hufflepuff. That was where you met your best friend, Victoire Weasley- daughter of war heroBill Weasley and niece of the Golden Trio. You and Tom were close until fifth year. Something in him had switched and he decided his reputation would be damaged if he was friendly to a single Hufflepuff. From then on, he became your biggest annoyance- throwing harsh comments at you while passing by you in the halls of Hogwarts. What hurt the most about his “switch” was that your feelings for him had grown significantly over the few years prior. Your feelings had shifted from platonic to romantic, and Tom suddenly leaving you was the largest pain you had ever felt.

You were pulled from your thoughts when your potions professor entered the room. He turned to the class and asked, “Can anyone tell me what the most powerful love potion is called?”

You raised your hand, immediately knowing the answer. He pointed at you to reply, “Amortentia, sir.”

“Correct, Miss Y/L/N. Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It’s an incredibly difficult potion to make, which is why, for this Advanced Potion Making class, you will be working in partners as you make it. It will smell different for each person. Whatever you do, do not drink it; if you do, you’ll be spending a lot of time in the infirmary.” He clapped his hands together, “Right. Amortentia can be found on page 83. You know the drill- get brewing!”

“I’ll get the ingredients.” Victoire said, before she left to the cupboard with all of them.

“Ditched already?” Tom questioned as he passed by you.

“What do you want?” You asked, looking up from your textbook.

“Nothing that involves you- that’s for sure.” He replied with a laugh.

“Then why are you at my table?” You replied, glaring at him.

“Wow, you are feisty. I’m just on my way to get ingredients. Don’t get excited, Y/L/N.”

“Over you? Never.” You stated as he turned around to walk towards the cupboard.

“What did he want?” Victoire asked you, setting the ingredients on your table.

“To annoy me, most likely. It’s Holland- what did you expect?” You answered, reading through the instructions. She just shrugged in reply.

“By the way, will you come with me to Hogsmeade tomorrow? I need to find a dress for Saturday.” Victoire asked.

“Of course. What else would I do?”

“Homework? Studying? Reading? There’s a whole list of things you do on the weekend other than socialize.” She replied, making you roll your eyes. “I also need shampoo. Your lavender shampoo doesn’t work with my hair.”

“It’s not my shampoo’s fault that your hair is perfect.” You replied.

“I can’t help it.” Victoire laughed, “Okay, how do we make this love potion?”

~~~

“Did we do this correctly?” You asked.

“I don’t know. Why don’t we smell it?” Victoire suggested.

“That won’t work because Amortentia smells different for everyone.” You stated.

“Well, it looks like what the book described it as.”

“Professor? Can you check ours?” You asked, calling him over. With one glance at it, he smiled at the two of you.

“Perfect. Well done, ladies.” He said, before going off to check the other potions. Victoire leaned in and smelled it.

“Smells like Teddy- bubblegum, broomsticks, and sandalwood.” She smiled, “Your turn.”

“I don’t-”

“Smell it. He said not to drink it. He said nothing about smelling it.”

“Fine.” You sighed before sniffing it. “Freshly cut grass, butter beer, and some musky cologne.”

“Well, who is it?” She asked.

“I don’t know. They’re three random, and very common, scents.”

Across the room, the same discussion was being had between Tom and his friends.

“So who smells like pumpkin juice, apple pie, and lavender?” Harrison asked.

“I’ve got no idea.” Tom replied, shaking his head in confusion.

~~~

The next day, you went with Victoire into the only dress shop in Hogsmeade as she looked for a dress to the ball.

“Y/N, you need to look for a dress for yourself.” Victoire said. She stopped searching for a dress in the racks and turned to you.

“No, I don’t. I’m not going.” You stated.

“You have to go. Please.”

“I can’t third wheel.”

“You won’t. Even Teddy wants you to come. His friends will be there. We’re in a group. Come on, Y/N. Please go with me.” She begged.

“Okay, I’ll go.” You sighed and she clapped her hands together in glee.

“Yay!” She smiled, going back to searching for dresses.

After spending a lot of time in the shop and leaving with a dress for each of you, you and Victoire headed to the Hog’s Head for drinks. You sat in a booth near the door and ordered two pumpkin juices along with a slice of apple pie.

“Tomorrow’s going to be so much fun.” Victoire grinned.

“Sure.” You nodded, taking a sip of your drink. The door opened and in stepped none other than Tom Holland, along with his posse of Gryffindors.

“Ah, boys, the Hufflepuffs have taken our table.” He said, looking at you and Victoire.

“Your name’s not on it, so it’s not yours.” Victoire replied.

“We always sit here, so it’s ours, Weasley.”

“Boohoo, it’s a table. Get over it.” She stated. Tom scoffed before sitting beside you in the booth.

“Well, if you won’t move.” He shrugged. His friends either pulled up some chairs or sat in the booth with you and Victoire.

“You’re such a child, it’s pathetic.” Victoire said as the waitress came over.

“Butter beers all around.” Tom ordered for the group.

“Okay. And your dessert will be right up.” The waitress informed you.

“Thank you.” You smiled as she left. Tom turned to you and eyed the dress bag beside you.

“So, Y/L/N, did you get a date for the Ball after all?” He asked, sitting up straighter in his seat.

“I’m going with friends.” You replied, shifting uncomfortably.

“Victoire’s got a date-what other friends do you have?” He laughed and you looked him in the eye, glaring at him.

“I have other friends. They just happen to not follow me around like my shadow.” You said as the waitress returned.

“Butter beers for the whole group and an apple pie for you.” She stated, handing out the drinks and giving you the dessert. Simultaneously, you and Tom both looked at each other. Tom looked away first, taking a sip of his butter beer. “Would you like a refill on that pumpkin juice?” At the waitress’ question, Tom choked on his drink, thinking back to his Amortentia potion.

“No, thank you.” You replied. She left with a nod.

“Y/N, let’s move to another table.” Victoire said, standing up. You followed her over to an empty table on the complete opposite side of the place.

“You love him!” Victoire stated once you sat down.

“What are you on about?” You asked, hoping to avoid the topic.

“Your Amortentia smelt like him. Think about it: he drinks butter beer, he’s a Quidditch player so that explains the grass, and I bet his cologne is musky.” She explained, “Plus, you totally liked him back in fourth year. I didn’t think you’d hate him, even after what he did to you.”

“You’re unbelievable.” You mumbled, hiding your head in your hands, “I thought you hated him.”

“Oh, I do, but, if you love him, the best thing I can do is support you. I will hex him if he breaks your heart.” Victoire replied and you let out a laugh, “So, was his cologne musky?”

Across the pub, the boys were having a very similar conversation.

“It’s her then?” Harrison asked Tom.

“I didn’t smell any lavender.” He said, denying the very blatant fact in front of him.

“Ask her to the ball. Tell her you like her.”

“You never tell a girl you like her ‘cause it makes you look like an idiot.” Tom replied, causing laughter to erupt throughout his group.

~~~

The next night was the Yule Ball, the biggest dance for Hogwarts students. Your excitement grew as the time drew closer to the ball because of how excited Victoire was for it. You two entered the ballroom and immediately went to find Teddy and his friends.

“Victoire, you look absolutely fantastic.” He smiled at her.

“Thank you.” She blushed.

“May I have this dance?” Teddy asked, holding out his hand to her.

“You may.” She replied, slipping her hand into his and he led her away. You stayed behind and chatted to your fellow Hufflepuffs.

“Look who it is- our favorite Gryffindors.” One of your Hufflepuff classmates said. You turned to see who they were speaking of, only to find it was Tom and his gang. The boys had just arrived to the dance. A few broke off from the group, as they had dates. The others just followed Tom to a table.

“Y/N, didn’t you used to be friends with Holland?” Another one asked. Almost as if he heard his name, Tom looked over at you from across the room. His eyes caught yours, but he quickly turned away to talk to his friends.

“Yeah,” you replied with a nod.

“What happened?” The Hufflepuff inquired.

“It’s a long story.” You answered, “I’m going to grab a drink.” You turned and headed for the drink table. As you were scooping punch into a cup, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“If it’s pumpkin juice you’re wanting, then that’s not it.”

“What do you want now, Holland?” You asked, turning to him with your cup in hand.

“I just came to warn you that it’s not the pumpkin juice you’d like.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because,” he took the cup out of your hand and set it on the table beside you, “the Slytherins put firewhiskey in it and who likes a combination of firewhiskey and pumpkin juice.”

“I guess I’ll just go thirsty then.” You replied.

“What? I don’t get a 'thank you’?” Tom asked, making you roll your eyes.

“Thank you.” You said. You began to walk away when his hand caught your wrist.

“Wait. I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

“About?”

“Pumpkin juice.” He replied, dropping your wrist. You gave him a confused look. “What I mean is- do you like pumpkin juice?”

“Yes, it’s my favorite drink.”

“And apple pie is your favorite dessert?” Tom questioned and you warily nodded, “And lavender your favorite scent?”

“How did you know-”

“My Amortentia smells like you- all the things that you love.”

“Look, Tom-”

“I’m sorry for everything. I really liked you back in fifth year, but a lot of Gryffindors kept telling me that I can’t be with a Hufflepuff and I fell into their peer pressure trap. I thought by being mean to you, my feelings would go away. The truth is, though, they haven’t- not one bit. With the Amortentia, it hit me that I do still care about you and I do still love you.” After he finished his speech, you stood breathless in front of him as you tried to process all that you had just heard. “Please, say something.”

“Mine too.” You mumbled.

“Pardon?”

“My Amortentia smelt like you too- butter beer, freshly cut grass, and musky cologne.”

“Really?” He asked hopefully.

“Yes.” You nodded in confirmation.

“So, Y/N, am I forgiven?”

“I’ll forgive you, but don’t expect me to forget.” You replied, causing a smile to form on his face.

“May I have this dance?” Tom asked, holding his arm out to you. You smiled as you placed your hand in his.

~~~

“Come on, Vic! We’re going to be late.” You said, pulling your friend down the corridor.

“Why are we in such a hurry? It’s only Quidditch.” She asked.

“Yes, but it’s Hufflepuff versus Gryffindor.”

“Which one are you supporting then?” Victoire questioned, pointing to the Gryffindor scarf around your neck.

“I am rooting for Hufflepuff, but supporting Tom. I’m not going to support the entire Gryffindor team.” You explained as you two hurried up into the Hufflepuff stands. Your fellow Hufflepuffs gave you questioning looks for wearing a Gryffindor tie. In your defense, you evened it out with a Hufflepuff beanie.

“Look! There he is!” You grinned as the competing teams entered the field. Tom immediately found you in the stand and waved your way. You waved back, watching him smile excitedly.

“And look! There’s Teddy.” Victoire said, waving over to her boyfriend on the opposite side of the field.

“May the best seeker win.” You stated.

“Hey, you said you were rooting for Hufflepuff.”

“Well, our chasers could score enough that Gryffindors catching the snitch doesn’t automatically make them win the game.”

“Hufflepuff better win, Y/N, or your house is going to be very upset with you.” She replied and you shrugged.

“I don’t care what my house thinks. I’ve got you, my best friend, and I’ve got Tom, the best boyfriend there is.” You said, hugging Victoire as the game began.

Second-Hand Apology (Zach DempseyxFem!Reader)

Originally posted by veronicsalodge


Okay so, don’t hate me for this. But I started watching 13 Reasons Why, and I fell in love with Zach Dempsey fast & hard. Naturally, I started thinking about him. Then I started writing about him in a reader insert kinda way…. and now I have an actual fic. Because I’m in love with him. It isn’t as long as the other one’s I’ve written, but I had to get it out of my system. SO HERE IT IS KIDDIES I LOVE ZACH DEMPSEY AND IM NOT SORRY ABOUT IT. 

Let me know if y’all like it and want more 13 Reasons Why fics!

This fic is rated SFW!

Trigger Warnings: Sexual objectivity/ Sexual Harassment/ Bullying )

You felt nauseous.

Ever since yesterday afternoon, when you’d caught wind of a “Hot or Not” list about the girls in your grade. And you heard somewhere you were on it.

The following afternoon, when you saw just about every guy in the sophomore class crowded around Alex Standall’s locker, you felt like any minute you’d keel over and hurl. And when you decided to see what all the fuss was about, just about every guy let out a wolf whistle when they saw you, obviously staring you up and down. 

You felt a sour taste in your mouth over just how uncomfortable you felt, and when you shoved through everybody. Bryce, leaning next to Alex’s locker, had that predatory look on his face that always gave you chills. Justin was patting Alex’s back, Monty was cackling as he read them aloud. He seemed to notice your presence, though, and hesitated his reading with a smirk on his face. 

“What great timing, huh boys?” 

Bryce was staring you up and down, and Montgomery’s voice was resonating in your ears. “I’d say Alex got this dead on. ‘Best Tits - Y/N.’”

 The crowd of boys all heckled and laughed along with Justin, you noticed Zach Dempsey standing behind him with a weird look on his face.

 Bryce started towards you, “Gotta agree, bro.” Your legs were frozen in place, And your heart was pounding in your chest as his hands slipped up the outline of your hips, waist, to the sides of your bust, “Really a… work of art. What’d you eat to get so-“ His hands made contact there, the heels of his hands pressing against the sides of your bosom firmly, “filled in?”

 There was an outcry of ‘Hell yeah!’s and ‘Daaaamn’s and you felt like the world was closing in on you. Bryce’s eyes were staring down at you so coldly, devoid of anything but wolfish lust, and it was enough for you to throw your hands out and shove his chest. He took a step or two back, a confident smile on his face. You were speecheless, frantically looking around to see a sea of eager eyes staring straight at your chest, smug smirks, small chuckles under breaths. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you all?” You managed, your hands shaking. Marcus slipped past you, casually brushing his hand against your ass, giving Alex a high-five when he reached him, “Hell yeah, man! Nice fuckin’ job, you made some good calls.” You were staring at Alex, and he was avoiding your gaze.

“S’a compliment, babe, don’t be so seeerious.” Justin sneered, gesturing to you when he drew out the “e”. Bryce clapped his hand onto Justin’s shoulder, his eyebrows cocked cruelly, “Yeah, let off some steam, maybe you’d get a lil cooler without your shirt on.” 

The crowd of guys let out a loud cloud of agreement, and when you whipped around to stare at them all with wide eyes, you even noticed a few girls at the edge of the crowd regarding you judgementally. 

Soon enough, the boys were chanting, “Take it off! Take it off!” 

The walls were closing in, and your vision was clouding, and once again you felt someone brush the side of your bust with a hand. You slapped at it, letting out a choked cry, “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!” 

The crowd only seemed to laugh harder. You wiped the tears from your eyes with the back of your hand and you glared at Alex. 

“Fuck you, Alex. What the hell did I ever fucking do to you?”

He was silent for a second, but with Bryce egging him on with elbow nudges and Justin waiting for his retort, he plastered on a smile with a confidence you could see right through and mumbled back. “Your fault for flaunting your tits all the time.” 

Once more, the bark of laughter hit your ear drums like a clap of thunder. Your eyes were tearing again, and you glared down the line of Marcus, Bryce, then Justin, then Alex. Your gaze shifted to Zach, who was staring at the ground. Then, as violently as you could, you shoved back through the crowd of assholes that teased you and pulled at your bra straps until you started running down the hall. 

Tears were streaming down your face by now, and it seemed every guy you ran by gave you that same disgusting leer and every girl looked at you condescendingly. It was getting hard to breathe, and you were lucky enough to find an empty classroom down a relatively quiet hallway. You shoved the door open and then closed it behind you, stumbling to the teacher’s desk and planting your hands there. 

You were blubbering quietly, hoping not to call any attention to yourself. The last thing you wanted was Porter finding you and prodding you until you snapped and got yourself suspended. But it was too hard to hold in, and your sobs echoed in the darkened room only to make it feel like the walls were closing in. Your legs gave out from under you and you fell to your knees. Curling up against the base of the desk, you cried quietly into your hands. 

What had you done to deserve that kind of harassment? You kept to your group of friends most of the time, you were kind to just about everyone in school, even polite to assholes like Bryce and Justin. But still, somehow, the universe decided to bite you in the ass. You knew this list wouldn’t blow over quickly, and guys would keep making comments that made your skin crawl. You felt slimy, and disgusting, and the tears wouldn’t seem to stop.

 The bell rang, but you were fairly sure there was no class this room during this period. However, as you sat quietly crying to yourself, you noticed a silhouette on the other side of the door and tensed when the door knob turned. You tried your best to wipe all the tears from your face as if it would make you look normal despite the definite red and puffiness of your eyes.

Judging by the large height of the person, you could assume it was a guy and you prayed you wouldn’t have to fight off a creep. However, as the door slowly opened, you were surprised to see Zach Dempsey was the one pushing it. Immediately, you straightened up against the desk and growled at him. “If you’re here to fucking harrass me, save it because I’ll rip off your fucking-“ 

He threw his hands up defensively after he closed the door behind him. “Woah, calm down. I’m not here to piss you off, I swear.” Even if the dark, your eyes traced over the lines of his face from where you were sitting.

 “So why are you here?” You ventured in a hoarse voice, sniffling, and slowly rising to your feet. He walked from the closed door, past you, to sit on the side of the teacher’s desk farthest from you. He wouldn’t seem to look at you, instead his gaze was fixed on the door and he shrugged nonchalantly. 

“I uh… I just wanted to see where you went. Make sure you were okay after all of that.” Hesitantly, you hopped onto the desk next to him with a distance between you two. His answer ticked you off. 

“Why care now? You didn’t say anything while all those dicks were groping me.” You muttered, wiping a stray tear from your cheek just after it had fallen from your eye. Zach hazarded a look then, at your face, and when your eyes met he awkwardly looked back down to his lap. “I’m sorry about them. Yeah, they’re my friends but they can be real assholes when they want to be.” 

You rolled your eyes and rubbed your upper arms. “Tell me about it.”

There was idle laughter outside the door as a few girls passed, and you clearly hear what they were laughing about. “Did you see it? She ran away crying like a baby. It’s just a fucking list!” 

There was a pang in your chest, and Zach shifted on the desk next to you. There was a stiff silence between the two of you until he spoke again, quietly, but you noticed he was facing you now. Slowly, you turned your body to look at him too. 

“They’re wrong. About that. Alex never should’ve written that list. And you don’t deserve guys grabbing you all the time.” His face indicated that he was being genuine, and he even looked a little bit remorseful. You noted his handsome features, and wondered why he bothered taking the time out of his “popular person” agenda to apologize to you. You kept your eyes on his as long as you could, the let them fall onto the desk between the two of you.

“If they’re your friends, why are you here? Shouldn’t you be, like, laughing along with them?” He shifted uncomfortably, then stood up as if he was getting restless from sitting.

His hands clasped behind his head and paced around before stopping in front of you and dropping his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Because I’m not, like, that big of an asshole like they are? You probably don’t believe me, I’m with them all the time, but I’m not like them like that, Y/N. They look at you and they see an awesome rack,” You scowled just a little bit, but he scrambled to save himself, “O-Or they look at Hannah Baker and see a really nice ass, but they don’t see that those girls on that list are people and that’s really fucked up. It’s a game to them, but when…” 

Zach took a breath, running his fingers through his hair. His eyes were pained as he stared back at you, and his voice was quiet and sincere. “Just now, when you ran away in tears.. that’s not a game. That’s not funny, and they’re pricks for laughing about it. And I’m sorry they hurt you like that… and that I didn’t tell them to fucking quit it.” 

The silence afterwards was making him shift where he stood, but you were at a loss for what to say back to him. You never expected that to come from him. He was right, that you saw him and expected him to be as much of a dick as his friends. But he wasn’t lying, you could tell in his eyes just how badly he wanted you to believe him. He was risking something by going out of his way to comfort you, and you realized then that you weren’t crying anymore. You mimicked his actions, running your fingers through your hair to smooth it out. Zach looked at you expectantly. 

“I believe you.” You murmured finally. 

Relief washed over his face, and it made you crack a bit of a smile. That seemed to make him happy, and he grew a soft half smile. Your chest tightened. He really was handsome, even in this hardly lit classroom. 

You swung your legs over the side of the teacher’s desk and murmured kindly, “Thank you, Zach. Really.” You laughed a tiny bit, “If you didn’t come along, I’d probably still be crying on the floor.”

His lips pursed into a line, and he looked sympathetic.

You looked at him curiously. “What class are you missing for this?”

 He stopped to ponder it, and his face fell when he came to the realization. “Oh fuck… bio. Shit!” 

You felt a tinge guilty, but smiled empathetically. “Sorry. But I do have to say I’m honored you’re missing such an important class for me.” 

Once again, his face shifted into a lopsided grin, and he took just a bit of a step closer to you. You could smell his cologne. He looked at you bashfully, “You’re worth it.” 

You bit your lip as your smile grew into a grin, “So are you going to go back to class? I’d hate for you to miss any more than you have to. And you’ve already helped out a ton, I feel way better.” 

Zach pulled his phone out of his pocket and clicked the home button. His nose wrinkled. “It’s like, the middle of class. Doesn’t make sense to go now.” 

The silence came back again, and you slowly slid back to your feet so you were standing in front of him. There was still an acceptable distance between you two, and you crossed your arms loosely over your chest. “Well, what, are we just gonna keep standing in the dark here?” You joked.

He scoffed as he tapped away on his phone, you assumed he was replying to a text message, “Well, we could do that. Or…” He looked up from his phone, “We could go do something else. We have what, an hour and a half left today? What do you say we ditch and go do something fun?” He had one brow perked, waiting for your response. 

Sarcastically, you perked a brow right back and put your hands on your hips. “Zach Dempsey wants to miss school just to hang out with Y/N? This is wild.” 

He chuckled and shifted his weight to one leg to lightly kick your shoe with this, “Yeah, yeah, I’m a school nerd, I get it. Y’wanna go do something or not?” 

You weighed your choices in your mind. You could stay in this dark room, all alone, until the bell rang to sit through the rest of the school day. You could wait around in class, wondering why you were dumb enough to turn down hanging with Zach Dempsey. 

Or… you could ditch this prison building full of idiots, get to know Zach and maybe even… 

You reached up boldly to prod the middle of his muscled chest with your index finger, “Show me a good time, basketball star.” 

He laughed and grabbed your hand from there, pulling you towards the door. His hand was so warm… You squeezed it, and scurried along next to him into the hallway. 

The two of you peeked out, making sure no teachers were there to catch you, and you hurried to the nearest exit. You hopped onto his Audi and drove off to your date with Zach Dempsey.

Feigning The Connection

Prompt: You seem so invincible. But just touch you and you’ll wince. You have secrets and trust no one. You’re the perfect example of betrayal. Because anyone you’ve ever trusted broke you. Thrust into a new world, will you be able to stay alone, or will Bellamy work his way in.

A/N: So by far number one was leading in the polls, and i’m super excited as I always see these type of stories on the Bellamy Blake Imagine tag and have always wanted to do one. This will of course be a Bellamy x reader but will also follow all canon plots of the series. THIS WILL BE A LONG SERIES. SUPER LONG. Sometimes I might combine two episodes or skip one because that episode (in my opinion) wasn’t as important.

BUT BE WARNED, I will not continue this story if no one wants. Each chapter i’d like at least one or two people letting me know to continue on to the next. I don’t want to put all my effort into a story no one wants to continue to read when I could be putting it towards ones you’d guys like more. But if people want it, i’ll happily oblige to continue it. I am very excited for this story!

I will also try to upload the chapters every few days or once a week!

Based off of: The 100 01x01

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: none.


Originally posted by darlinglostcrank

Your palms were sweaty, extremely sweaty though you paid no mind to the sweat that trickled down your skin as your head rattled against the head of your seat. Strapped in, nothing much could move except for the annoying shake of your head and the rumble of your own stomach.

Yells of panic could be heard around you but you paid no mind as you closed your eyes and tried to stay focused on keeping calm. Being thrust to the ground with only quite literally a moments notice was not exactly how you expected the day to go. No, you expected to be left in your cell for the day and to make no human contact whats so ever. Instead, you were roughly man-handled by the guards, knocked out and woke up to find yourself on a ship.

Apparently, you and the rest of the delinquents around you were the test subjects for the ‘good commoners’ up in space. You didn’t care. There was no one up there looking out for you or waiting for you, the only thing that annoyed you was that you were being used as a lab rat for some kind of ‘is earth in-habitual’ test.

Suddenly the rattling stopped and you heard a click as you felt your restraints loosen. Opening your eyes, you unlocked yourself, nearly being knocked over as a girl with blonde hair ran past you and crouched on the ground. “Finn, is he breathing?” You heard her frantically ask, and with curious eyes, you allowed yourself to walk over to her and the boy ‘Finn’, finding an unmoving body below them.

“The outer doors on the lower level.” A distant voice said and suddenly there was a mass of people rushing towards the doors. You faintly heard the same girl from before try to warn them that we couldn’t open the doors, at least not quite yet. 

“Bellamy?” Turning your head, you watched as a brunet haired girl rushed over to one of the guards. Everyone fell quite as the two hugged and shared a sentimental moment, you turned your head at the sight, slightly uncomfortable. The same girl from before quickly interrupted the moment though; “hey why aren’t you wearing a bracelet?”

“Do you mind? I haven’t seen my brother in a year:” 

Murmurs suddenly echoed as every one began naming the brunet girl. “No one has a brother.”

“That’s Octavia Blake.”

You saw her face contort in anger and with a sigh, you shoved your way forward. “Would you all shut up? What the hell does it matter.” You grumbled and with another sigh, you turned back to Bellamy and apparently Octavia. You’d heard the stories. The girl hidden under the floor, but honestly you didn’t understand what the big idea was. She was just like every other person.

You made eye contact with Bellamy as he regarded you with guarded eyes before smiling and turning to his sister. “Let’s give them something else to remember you by, huh? Maybe the first person to walk on earth in a hundred years.”

Your heart began to beat frantically again. Just outside those doors was earth. No space. No space station. No cell. Soon enough, you heard a creak and you had to squint your eyes as the brightness from the sun slightly burned. You were use to darkness and stars, not blue skies and a yellow sun.

There was silence as Octavia walked forward slowly, and she took the final jump down onto earth. You let a small smile slip as she cheered and everyone began running off the ship and onto the ground. You waited for the crowd to disperse before you yourself step off. The fresh air was something you never experienced before, and on the Ark it always felt constricted, here if felt as if you could breath perfectly fine.

You laughed, rejoicing in the way the wind moved your hair slightly back and you felt as if you could finally breathe. You rejoiced in the way you could hear cheers from around you, and looked over to see every other delinquent laughing. It made your heart feel warm and allowing your gaze to wash over, you let your curiosity take over as the same blonde girl from before walked off. 

Walking off from the others, you followed behind her shortly reaching her. Stepping forward, you opened your mouth to speak before a voice cut you off; “why so serious princess?” The blonde girl turned, finally regarding the newcomer and you. You turned yourself finding ‘Finn’ or at least that’s what you remembered being his name, standing beside you. “It’s not like we died in a fiery explosion.”

She shook her head and look towards you, you shrugged; “he’s not wrong.”

“Try telling that to the two boys who followed you out of there seat.” She shot back to him and you stifled a laugh. Finn glared at you playfully and you shook your head, 

“You don’t like being called princess, do you princess?” 

The girl shook her head, “see that peak over there?”

“Yeah.” You replied, stepping up beside the two. 

“Mount Weather. There’s a radiation soaked-forest between us and our next meal.” With wide eyes, you turned towards the mountain and felt your heart sink. You shared a look with the two beside you as the girl grumbled; “they dropped us on the wrong damn mountain.


“We’re on the ground.” Looking up from your hands, you shot up at the group that had crowded around the blonde girl, who you learned was Clarke and Wells, who you’d recently met. Walking up to the crowd, you stopped beside Bellamy and Octavia.

“We need to find Mount Weather.” Wells explained. “You heard my fathers message, that has to be our first priority.”

“Screw your father.” 

“I agree with Wells.” You said, stepping up. Octavia’s eyes fell on you and with a roll of her eyes, “who the hell are you anyway?”

“Y/N.” You replied, shaking your head. “Wells is right. Mount Weather is our only source of food. We need to get to Mount Weather. Not because his father said so but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we’ll get. How long do you think we’ll survive without supplies?” You asked, referring to the whole group. 

Clarke stepped up beside you, placing her hand on your shoulder. “We’re looking at a twenty mile trek, okay? So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave. Now.” Nodding your head silently, you agreed.

“I’ll go.” You volunteered, Clarke smiled at you and you nodded. 

“I got a better idea. You three go. Let the privilege do the work for once.” Bellamy spoke up and you narrowed your eyes. Stepping forward you begin to say something before Wells spoke up; “you’re not listening. We all need to go.” Suddenly he was shoved forward, and flinching, you watched as a boy with longer hair smirked.

“Oh look everybody. Chancellor of earth.” He laughed. 

“You think that’s funny?”

“Guys stop!” You tried but they ignored you as the boy shoved Wells, making him fall forward. Clark lurched forward but someone grabbed her. You grumbled at the sight of these immature idiots.

“No. But that was. All right.” The boy moved forward to push Wells again, you ran forward to grab the boy, pulling him back. He turned on you ready to fight before Finn jumped down from seemingly nowhere and smirked up at the boy. You immediately let go, knowing Finn had it and stepped slightly back. 

“Kids got one leg. Why don’t you wait until it’s a fair fight.” He said, tilting his head to the side. He made eye contact with you, “and maybe don’t push around those smarter than you.”

“Hey Spacewalker.” You all snapped your head over to Octavia, who sauntered forward. “Save me next time.”


“Four of us. Can we go now?”

“Count five.” You smiled at the four, walking up. You hefted the bag over your shoulder, smiling sweetly up at them. Clarke smiled reassuringly up at you, and Finn winked. 

“Sounds like a party for six, count me in.” Octavia clapped walking forward. Bellamy stepped forward; “hey. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“i think she’d going for a walk.” You teased, crossing your arms and smirking over at Bellamy who glared at you. You smirked, uncrossing your arms before Clarke’s attention on you pulled you away.

“Hey!” She called, shocking you as she grabbed your wrist forcefully. You gaped at her, trying to pull your hand back. “Were you trying to take this off?”

You shrugged, confused; “yeah so?”

She glared at you, just as equally shocked; “so this band transmits your vital signs to the ark. Take it off and they’ll think your dead.”

“Should I care?” You replied.

“Well I don’t know. Do you want the people you love to think you’re dead?” She asked, shaking your head you pulled your wrist from her grasp.

“I don’t have anybody anymore.” You replied shortly. “Nobodies gonna care if i’m dead or alive up there.” And with that you turned. “can we go now?” You asked, walking off in the direction.


Cheering, you watched with a wide grin as Jasper swung across the lake. “Jasper!” You yelled, clapping when he made it across unscathed. You smiled at him when he made eye contact with you and turned, holding up a sign before you that read ‘Mount Weather.’

You felt a breath leave you in relief as you turned and smiled at your companions. After a tricky but amazing journey you’d finally made it and you didn’t feel like you were gonna starve of food anymore. “Whoo!” You cheered along with him, smiling as Finn yelled his name.

You were about to step up to go across but froze when a spear sore through the sky and hit him directly in the chest. You felt your breath leave you and you go stiff as he fell back and smacked the rock with his back. There was a deafening silence as everyone looked around for who threw the arrow.

You opened your mouth, calling his name in pure shock, barely registering Finn telling you to get down. You didn’t move until Monty grabbed you around the waist and yanked you down against the rock they were hiding against. You tried to breathe calmly but all you could envision was Jasper with a spear through his chest and you could hear your own heart beat.

“We’re not alone.”


There will be more Bellamy in future episodes, but there isn’t much originally in the first episode. As well as, as much as I love Bellamy, he’s kind of a dick in the first few episodes and Bellamy and the readers relationship have to grow. It will all connect. I hope you all enjoyed!

Part 2?

The Liking Game

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jackson

Genre: Fluff / Angst

Prompt: “Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”

Rating: PG-13 (college partying, drinking)

Word Count: 2,023

Originally posted by jypnior

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